#pop in the hooks in their place and add space for another hook or two

[yoshistory]

i ended up just wall mounting this spare drawer i had near my apt's entrence. im gonna outfit the bottom part with hooks for my keys and stuff but for now the old handles it had will suffice for holding a mask and my lil guy lol

im going to outfit it with shelves to hold decors and items i need to grab on the way out, and a mail holder so my kitchen countertop stops being my defacto mailbox lol.

[museanddream]

Heaven || Ona Batlle x Lucy Bronze x reader

Warnings: 🔞 || threesome, poly relationship, fingering, oral sex, strap-ons, degrading language, bottom!reader

Word count: 2.1k

Part 1 of 2

If heaven was a place, it would be right here.

Here, between your girls, your back pressed against Lucy’s chest, one of her hands plucking at your nipple while her other holds your knee up, making space for Ona to feast between your legs.

“Use your fingers,” Lucy commands Ona. “She wants you inside her.”

Ona lifts her head, lips shiny with your arousal, then runs her fingers through your dripping folds before she sinks a single finger into you.

“I can speak for myself,” you huff, though your words slip into a moan as Ona curls her finger inside you.

Lucy pinches your nipple roughly, which in turn causes you to buck your hips up into Ona’s hand. You’re coherent enough to chat back, but not enough to remember that it’s a bad idea to do so. Especially when Lucy is in one of her commanding moods.

“Oh, you can?” Lucy hums into your ear, and you realise too late that there will be consequences for what you said. Lucy addresses Ona next, “Add another one. You’re not fucking her hard enough if she can talk.”

Ona hooks her finger against your front wall to elicit a moan from your throat as she drags it out slowly, before replacing one finger with two on the next thrust. Her movements are rougher, the base of her thumb grazing your clit with every thrust, just enough pressure to remind you how desperate you are to come but not enough to actually get you close.

“Can she take three?” Lucy asks Ona, watching the way that Ona’s fingers enter and leave your body with fascination.

“I think so,” Ona answers, and it drives you insane, the way they’re talking about fucking you as casually as if they were discussing what to cook for dinner. “It’d be a stretch but she’s wet enough. Or we could…”

Ona’s fingers have stilled inside you and you open your eyes, feeling the way that your girlfriends are silently communicating with each other while you lie back against Lucy, a desperate mess between them. You watch Ona’s eyes flicker towards the nightstand as she wordlessly asks for Lucy’s permission and you involuntarily clench around Ona’s fingers at the thought of them using one of the many toys in the bottom drawer on you.

“Please,” you beg, needing to feel full, fuller than the two fingers currently nestled in your cunt. You want to be stretched open, to feel the soreness of a thorough fucking tomorrow.

Despite the way she looks down at you from where she’s knelt between your legs, Ona’s brown eyes are soft, almost understanding of your predicament. You have no doubt in your mind that if it was just the two of you, she’d give in to your every request, pleasure you exactly how you asked her to and make you come over and over again until you could no longer move.

Lucy is not quite so accommodating.

“Oh, really? You want our cock?”

The way that Lucy refers to it as their cock has you dripping onto the sheet, bucking your hips up into nothing as Ona withdraws her fingers and walks over to the nightstand to look for the harness. Ona might be the one about to fill you up but there’s no doubt that it’s both of them who are fucking you, Ona listening obediently to every command that Lucy gives you as they slowly bring you to ruin.

“Please.”

“Please what?” asks Lucy, sending one of her hands south down your body to replace Ona’s, brushing over your clit and down towards your entrance with barely enough pressure to tease, let alone give you the pleasure you crave.

It’s still enough to have you whining and begging.

“Please, I want your cock. Fill me up. I need it.”

Lucy drags her hand back up your body, ghosting over your throat with wet fingers before she slides them past your lips, encouraging you to clean your own arousal from her deft digits with your tongue.

“You heard her, Ona,” says Lucy, releasing her fingers from your mouth with a wet pop and deliberately smearing your saliva over your own chin. “Give the slut what she wants.”

Satisfied with the fit of the harness against her hips, Ona returns to the bed and kneels between your spread legs. The silicone cock nudges against your thigh, mere inches from where you ache to be filled, as Ona crawls up the bed and covers your body with hers. You think she’s coming in to kiss you and tilt your head to accommodate her mouth, but she bypasses you completely, instead kissing Lucy over your shoulder.

They kiss slowly, messily, and it’s normally one of your favourite things to watch your girlfriends kiss each other in front of you but right now, sandwiched between their hot bodies with Ona’s cock against your leg taunting your empty cunt, you wish they’d hurry up and get to the main event.

You thought you were doing a pretty good job of being patient while they kiss as if you’re not even there, holding back the whines and pleas that threaten to slip from your throat, but clearly not well enough. Your hips buck subconsciously, trying to get a bit of pressure from the toy that is so close to where you need it, yet still too far away.

And of course Lucy notices.

“Oh, was there something you wanted?” Lucy taunts you as Ona’s mouth descends to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses down to the hollow of Lucy’s throat.

“Please, Luce,” you beg. “Want Ona to fuck me.”

“Go on,” Lucy tells Ona, who grabs a pillow and slides it under your hips with Lucy’s help. “No need to be gentle, not when she’s this desperate. Need to show her who’s in charge.”

Lucy is the one in charge, even as Ona gets into position between your spread legs and rubs the head of her cock against your folds, nudging easily against your clit with the help of your natural lubrication. Lucy, the puppetmaster, holding your legs open as Ona, her willing marionette, listens to every word of instruction that Lucy gives for your pleasure. It’s almost demeaning, like you’re not good enough, not worthy enough, to be fucked by Lucy herself, instead having her pull the strings as Ona does the work for her.

“Ready?” Ona asks, testing your entrance again with two deft fingers, before using the string of arousal that clings to her digits when she pulls out to slick the head of the cock strapped to her hips.

Lucy answers on your behalf.

“She’s ready.”

“Ona, please.”

Ona widens her knees and nudges the head of the cock against your entrance. It’s not the biggest one in your collection - only Lucy is allowed to wear that - but it’s still wider than the fingers Ona prepared you with, the thick head stretching you open as she pushes slowly inside.

“Fill her up,” Lucy orders Ona. “She can take it. She’s not going to break.”

Ona pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back in, deeper this time but just as agonisingly slow.

“More fun to tease her,” Ona counters, her eyes fixated on the point where her cock disappears into your cunt.

It’s not often that Ona disobeys an order from Lucy, always eager to please, but she also knows that the only time she can get away with it is when you’re spread out and desperate between them. Lucy isn’t going to punish Ona for questioning her authority when she’s already got you begging so deliciously.

Ona continues to fill you, sliding the toy into your hole inch by inch, pulling out occasionally before resuming. The stretch is so agonisingly pleasurable that you fumble around until you find Lucy’s hand on your thigh holding you open and grasp at her fingers. Lucy allows it, threading her fingers through yours and giving them a squeeze that almost makes you forget that your girlfriends are on a mission to ruin you, until she speaks again.

“Harder.”

This time, Ona listens. She withdraws a couple of inches, then drives back in with the full force of her hips, filling you completely. Your back arches, your head falling back against Lucy’s shoulder as you let out a cry of pleasure, and Ona’s hips start rhythmically thrusting against yours.

“How does it feel?” Lucy asks, pressing her cheek against yours as she cradles you from behind, the hand that isn’t laced with yours coming up to play with your tits again.

“Good,” you answer, between groans. “Fuck! Really fucking good.”

Lucy pinches your nipple, then addresses Ona again.

“Harder.”

Ona does as Lucy asks, leaning forward to partly cover your body with hers as she plants her hands on either side of you to support her body weight, giving her hips the freedom to pound the cock into your cunt with even more vigour. Ona’s frame is small, but her athleticism has primed her for this, barely faltering as she drives her hips into yours. The toy seems to hit deeper with every thrust, the slight curve to the shaft dragging against your front wall each time she withdraws, only for her to slide straight back in again.

It’s almost perfect, the pleasure building between your legs each time Ona’s hips slap against yours and the cock hits inside you just right. Almost enough to bring you right to the edge, if only somebody would apply the right kind of pressure to your clit to match Ona’s thrusts.

You’ll forgive Ona, her hands busy holding her body up so that she can hit that perfect spot inside you, but it’s frankly criminal that Lucy has two hands and neither of them are playing with your clit.

“Luce, I need…”

“No.”

The hand on your tit comes up to grab your jaw, tilting your head away from where you’d been pressing it into Lucy’s cheek and forcing you to look down your body at where the toy disappears inside you.

“Look at Ona. Look how well she’s fucking you. You don’t need anything.”

Ona lifts her head as she continues to fuck into you and you meet the gaze of her dark eyes. So what if Lucy won’t give you what you want? Maybe Ona will be kinder.

“Ona, please. I want to come.”

“I want her to wait,” Lucy growls, the low rumble of her voice making vibrations against your back that cause all the hairs on your arms to stand to attention.

And that’s not an order Ona is willing to disobey. Unfortunately for you, Lucy seems to have just as much control over Ona as she does over you. Ona’s eyes soften in an apology as she continues to fuck you, though her hips slow slightly to give you a little respite from the pressure building in your core.

“Ona…”

“Lucy said…”

“Lucy can get fucked.”

The words spill from your lips before you can stop them and you know you’re in big trouble.

Ona does too, her hips stilling, the toy buried deep inside you, forcing all your attention onto Lucy.

“What did you say?” Lucy asks, her voice dangerously calm, but you know better than to believe there won’t be consequences for what you said.

You try to stammer your way out of a punishment, despite already knowing your fate.

“Nothing, I…”

“She said you can get fucked,” Ona supplies unhelpfully, interrupting before you can make excuses, or at the very least apologise.

“I thought so,” Lucy says. “That’s not a bad idea, actually. What d’ya think, Ona?”

“You want her mouth?” Ona asks, pulling the strap out and leaving you achingly empty.

“You want her arse in the air.”

Ona smirks, her eyebrows twitching up in agreement, and she uses strong hands on your hips to drag you down the bed towards where she stands at the foot of it.

“Do you like that idea, amor?” Ona asks.

Standing in front of you, Ona’s cock is right there, and you’re in half a mind to wrap your lips around it, cleaning it of your slick, but you’re already in enough trouble with Lucy without putting your mouth on Ona before you put it on her.

Instead, you nod and look back up at Ona as you say, “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” Ona praises you, her eyes full of adoration as she caresses one of your cheeks with her hand.

The tender moment is interrupted by Lucy behind you, impatient to get back to business.

“Get her into position.”

[russellshaws]

Do you think it will be smooth sailing from here for cheford? Or they might add some angst to their relationship? What would be your ideal next steps for their relationship in this season?

hi! sorry this took me a hot minute to answer, but i wanted to give it the attention it deserved. also it's not that long but i'm throwing it under a cut anyway because why not.

so, personally i don't really want it to be smooth sailing. i know that is probably an unpopular opinion, but: there has been such progress with chenford and there is potential for so much more to happen before we actually see them in a comfortable relationship space that it feels like a disservice just to...pop them into a relationship. there is still so much to explore with these two – and i would like it to feel more earned before we get to a settled place.

ideally, i would like to see this date in 5x10 be another "almost" for them – they've had a pattern of almosts: the almost kiss in 4x01, the almost hook up in 5x01, and now the almost got together. if you think about the confession in 5x08, or the scene in grey's office in 5x09...there is a reason we saw them holding back a little in those moments. if those moments were meant to be relationship-starting-cathartic-love-confession-moments, we would have seen them be relationship-starting-cathartic-love-confession-moments.

in the 5x08 confession, they talk around their feelings: and is it the most transparent we've seen tim and lucy about their relationship before? absolutely, but the thing we're really meant to take from that scene is that they both know they have feelings for one another. that's a huge reveal: that they're both aware there are feelings there, that it's not just biology, that it's worth it for both of them. they say everything the other needs to hear without truly saying anything, and i think that was so masterfully done.

in the 5x09 end scene, we see them imbalanced again – tim is at the watch commander desk, still in uniform, waiting for grey's return (nudge nudge) when lucy comes in wearing plain clothes, looking for him. they're tentative, nervous, full of frenetic energy. tim takes a few steps forward, but lucy stays still. they look around tentatively to make sure they're not being watched, and they purposefully do not touch even though they clearly want to. the camera pulls back from that shot with the audience seeing them through a panel of glass, uncertain of what to do next, not touching, the reflection of the station beyond them coming in over the glass. that's all so purposeful – the fact that we as the audience know that they've walked to this edge that they can't possibly fully walk back from, but that there is still so much in their way. it's all meant to be conveyed without a word, and i think it was done so well.

anyway, tl;dr: i would like some more separation before we truly see them together! work is meant to be the biggest obstacle in their way, and i see no reason that won't be what we're dealing with moving through the second half of the season. how they go about that is what i'm most curious about – and i really have no big spec there, because we know so little! i am excited to see what, exactly, they do with 5x10 so i can set my expectations accordingly 😂

[thesinglesjukebox]

TWST - "OFF-WORLD"

Our own Hannah begins the D&B t.A.T.u revival...

[7.25]

Hannah Jocelyn: This gem was produced by Mike Spencer, whose maximalist EDM work graced Rudimental and Ellie Goulding's best music in the early 2010s. "Off-World", which TWST wrote with Lauren Aquilina and Marcus Anderson, brings that sound back to life with headier lyrics. The vocal sound is SO bright it's almost fatiguing, but that adds to the song's urgency; Chloe Davis will break through time, space, and the capabilities of de-essers to be their true self. Aquilina's previous song "Empathy" was about the perils of lacking emotional boundaries, but here, dissolving boundaries is a path to romantic transcendence: "Wanna float, wanna fly, wanna try to ascend this skin/Wanna feel what you feel, but I can't feel anything." I have a whole playlist of songs that attempt to verbalize that need for all-consuming intimacy, and in those songs it often ends up toxic. Davis is aware of this, which is why "I wanna give you it all" comes with the necessary caveat "...without giving myself away." Still, the most prominent queer art of the last quarter-century depicts this ache for a reason, whether it's Genesis P-Orridge and Lady Jaye using their bodies as performance art, Neo and Trinity becoming The One in Matrix Resurrections, or everything involving Steven Universe. As "Off-World" careens into its drops, TWST approximates what that bliss must feel like. [9]

Aaron Bergstrom: A warm-hearted, techno-utopian update on "All The Things She Said," which unfortunately means it isn't quite as good. [6]

Katherine St Asaph: "All the Things She Said" deconstructed into its three elements. One: The hook -- well, one of them. Two: Ethereal yearning, and the desire to escape into the fantasy worlds and heightened emotional reality found in saturated pastorals, cities at night, dark chromed spaceships, or whatever other AMV aesthetic you personally want to get isekai'd into. Three: The frantic, obsessive pace of that yearning, which takes physical form here as a drum-and-bass break (probably the next sound to bubble back up to mainstream offline pop). [8]

Jacob Sujin Kuppermann: The Expanse AMV-type beat [8]

Jackie Powell: It's been awfully hard to figure out why "Off-World" sounds so familiar. Is it similar to a video game theme? Or is this more like the theme to the French animated series Code Lyoko that ran on Cartoon Network for a few years in the 2000s? Sonically, not exactly. But what links them all is how they fit together as science fiction, with world-hopping. TWST explained that "Off-World'' is about "a cyborg girl who descends upon Earth, yearning to break free" who finds liberation in another place. TWST is best in the pre-chorus; the yearning and the struggle are there. But I question the potency of the chorus. Where is that conflict? Where's the payoff? It seems a little monotonous compared to the rest of this three and a half minute journey. The percussive elements in that hook, however, are exhilarating. Well done, Mike Spencer. [6]

Wayne Weizhen Zhang: An epic about a cyborg girl descending upon earth and trying to find liberation, personal freedom, and authenticity sounds amazing, but it shouldn't take TWST's long statement about the track for me to understand the story. The musical experience of "Off-World" doesn't speak for itself, and despite how pretty it sounds, the track's immense ambitions are let down by the hook's flatness. [5]

Taylor Alatorre: How do I justify not slapping an automatic [10] on what is essentially Springsteenian cyberpunk? In part it's that "Off-World" suffers from its own success. The pre-chorus is substantially more stirring and anthemic than the chorus, which leads to the latter feeling like a deflation of energies, or an artificial limit on the possibilities the song wants to conjure. Songs about escape, whether from the "swamps of Jersey" or from the burdens of meatspace, are more dependent than usual on structure and momentum, on both mapping out a compelling journey and ensuring the destination lives up to expectations. But if "Off-World" falls a bit short in its goal of ferrying us to a frictionless utopia, that cliché about the journey and the destination isn't wrong here. "Meet me at the borderline" -- most of us are there already, but TWST knows how to make it sound like an undiscovered country. [7]

Will Adams: There's a point at which desire transcends the bounds of a standard crush, when the promise of being with someone seems so out of reach it becomes science fiction. They exist in a whole other world, you think. How could I ever meet them there? This is what that feels like: swirling synths that conjure the cosmic chasm separating you from them, but a breakneck d&b pulse that launches you into that open space. "Off-World" embodies the feeling of reaching out your hand, unsure whether your fingertips will ever meet theirs. [9]

Frank Falisi: The pre-chorus is the most sci-fi of all song parts, tipping into the transformation that comes next but unfolding with what came before still rattling in the air. A lot of pop invokes sci-fi imagery, but to treat the parts of a pop song as linguistic elements might suggest actual future-facing strategies of realizing a speculative electronic. In the meantime, comics-brained love-borgs promising the kiss of a world beyond this bad rock is a sweet time fizz. [6]

David Moore: A lovely take on one of my absolute favorite tropes in pop music: escaping the burden of society, and maybe corporeality altogether, in outer space! My personal standard-bearer is t.A.T.u.'s "Cosmos," which is to say I'm missing another dollop of melodrama, and I have minor quibbles with the words tilting more toward metaphor than they need to -- can I get one reference to a spaceship or something? But that's probably just a taste issue. [7]

Kayla Beardslee: Pop music is escapism, and hyperpop is pop music taken to the extreme, so why not interpret hyperpop to mean escapism so extreme that it creates an entirely new world?="margin:> [7]

Alfred Soto: Drum 'n' bass skitters! I run lukewarm on 'em, but when the track has a solid hook and okay lyrics they function like a laugh track in a pretty good sitcom. [6]

Micha Cavaseno: The last couple years have had drum & bass-style breaks wreak their revenge on pop in both the mainstream and the sub-stream (oh my god all the precious kids making "breakcore"), and it's reminded me of the worst aspects of the genre: unimaginative chopping of the same two or three loops. "Off-World" is a delightful whispy yearning little piece of leydrift, and I can't imagine it without that little baby's first junglism flourish. But I wish it had something that would make it feel properly unearthly. Of course, it's just that I don't know what I'd want that makes the sense of an unknown future so tantalizing, and that's what I'd hope this song could've gotten. [6]

Ian Mathers: I know I've heard the drum break that gets used in the chorus many times over the years, but it absolutely works for me every time. The sci-fi stuff only sorta coheres, but I'm a sucker for that too. [8]

Brad Shoup: Look, Mike Spencer did "Feel the Love". He will see heaven. I dunno that the venerable breaks contribute anything to the sci-fi metaphor--maybe they make things cyberpunk--but I still love 'em. Everything that happens between the verses is exquisite: the long bass notes that are practically detonated, TWST's perfectly urgent adult-alternative chorus (I'm hearing... Paula Cole?), and even the title itself. Just a really evocative thing to sigh. [8]

Nortey Dowuona: thank u Chloe Davis. [10]

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[fineartsjournal]

213341 Art Studio IIIA ⋆ Week 3 - Crit Week and the Eternal Sleepiness

With group members Olivia, Bella and Stevee in attendance, we headed around the available gallery spaces for a little window shopping:

Eugene is our mentor, and we had a productive conversation with him.

ⓈⒾⓍ ⓇⓊⓁⒺⓈ ⒻⓄⓇ ⓂⒶⓀⒾⓃⒼ

(according to Richard Reddaway)

You should make it with your skills and knowledge, and with the materials and processes familiar to you.

It must interact with your body, made so that it can be worn, held, stood on, or something similar.

It may not be functional, apart from the function art has.

You should be imaginative in your design, even fantastical. What you make must be abstract, it must not represent anything already existing in the world.

Perhaps it will evoke something that has yet-to-be-seen.

Yet you and I can see the world through this thing - therefore it may have eye holes, and these must be two of circular and between 45mm (1 3/4") in diameter, and spaced 65mm (2 1/2") apart.

It's also worth acknowledging the sound-based side of Richard's works. Not because I'm drawing influence from them at the moment, but they sure do look cool.

Meanwhile with the group, we were all busy getting a grasp on the dimensions and requirements of eachother's works.

For such talks, we have a groupchat on Instagram, which is especially useful, as we've still not all been present in a room at the same time.

For my little Age of Empires project, I overhauled the Pop Concrète Bandcamp page I used last semester, now decked out with pixellated snippets taken from the in-game graphics.

I miss playing this game until I remember how frustrating and obtuse the in-game mechanics can be. With Age of Empires being classed as a real-time strategy game, I chose to swap the words around and name this project:

Time Isn't Real Strategy - a tongue-in-cheek observation on rose-tinted hindsight. Emotional past perception can't be trusted.

With this presentation being a small-scale catch-up on process more than anything, I kept a small scope, only making two songs total.

Audio was sampled from YouTube and compiled straight into Audacity. I even took a 'sword fighting' sound effect and combined it with the drums; which I sampled from Kirk Lightsey And Rudolph Johnson With The All Stars' Habiba.

Using audacity, I adjusted all the audio to be in the same tempo, and from there, I hooked up the SP-202. Recording had to be timed to EXACTLY the right intervals in order to loop properly; with plenty trial and error.

Mixing was tricky. Amplifying audio brought warmth and punch to the drum beats, but would create loud 'pops' that needed to be ironed out. I was only able to do this following the presentation.

The song was also in mono, to which I added a little stereo reverb so that it'd better fill the eardrums.

After a light dusting in extra in-game sound effects, it was finished.

Presentation, although discussed with Emma, was an afterthought. I added a QR code to the Bandcamp site, rehashed the 'sound player' graphic I used for the Pop Concrète stickers, as well as placing another screenshot from the game; choosing something that had a variety of in-game objects to jog the memory.

Come presentation day, I chucked the print onto a plinth and let the critique group go ham, interacting much how they did with Pop Concrète.

I should also add the Bandcamp link too, so you can listen for yourself!

CRITIQUE TIME, BABY.

People scanned in their own time. Had to step in and give a warning about the unmastered volume 'pops'. Couple heads bopping, some feet tapping.

Needed to be more inviting, QR codes "always look sketchy". At least with the QR code on a brick, it was silly enough that you don't take the risk seriously. On a piece of paper, "...anyone could do that"; "...feel like my bank account will be stolen..."

Different types of links... email? Stream? Non-labeled QR codes in a gallery setting? Generational divide in listening? Focus on breaking down barriers of suspicion.

Everyone was playing the music off their phones - but the intention was not to create cacophony this time - Gallery listening vs. personal listening -Listen to it in the gallery, download to listen later? Is your audience an individual on their own timeline or is it a group of people passing your work?

"Make it available to all, [so that] everyone can get a piece of their work..." "Why are you in Fine Arts and not studying Music?" -> With my art and presentation, I can "...define the difference."

"Unlocked memory..." Didnt recognise the sounds, seems familiar; "something about that property is evocative..." Two people recognised the source material: "...didnt realise I knew Age of Empires, I just remembered [sound effect video from game] as a kid..."

Dissemination - I might lose some engagement from a plinth presentation. Relational Aesthetics by Nicola Boreau. Post-production: Contemporary art draws from either the "computer programmer" and the "DJ" - people that draw from existing material and reform/recombine it.

For today's edition of the Plunderphonical Chronicle, we jump forward before jumping back. In 2010, Chuck Person - alias of Daniel Lopatin - released Eccojams Vol. 1, coinciding with cryptic video releases on his channel Sunsetcorp.

Internet music afficionados may call Eccojams the foundation to vaporwave, a (sadly flash-in-the-pan) genre of plunderphonics, characterised by slowed, echo-y 1980s pop, usually playing in its entirely with little modification.

Eccojams itself was a little more 'swaggy' with it, repeatedly looping small lyric segments of popular songs to re-frame their message. On track "B4" for example, the line "...there's nobody here..." from Chris De Burgh's Lady In Red is looped over and over; creating a familiarly un-familiar atmosphere.

For an example, I created my own 'eccojam'.

I took Yesterday Once More by the Carpenters, looped the line "...all my best memories, come back clearly to me..." and soaked it in delay effects. Given the nostalgia theme of this semester's output so far, it's quite fitting:

Of course, when it comes to Eccojams and the wider output of the vaporwave genre, we once again must attest that-

The late Robert Earl Davis Jr. was from the Houston hip-hop scene, characterized in the late 1980s by a slower sound compared to other hip-hop genres at the time.

Going by DJ Screw, he took it even slower. The tools of the trade were a turntable and E-mu SP 1200: a 1986 sampler that I omitted from my sampler timeline, but holds just as much influence as the MPC. Admire its dated, exorbitantly-expensive beauty.

Performing these slowed mixes, the listener would have more time to sit and reflect on the lyrics, upon which DJ Screw would scratch and loop certain lines for further emphasis.

Consumption of Codeine - taken in the form of lean - was on the rise at the time, and the mellowing effect of the drug was a contributor to the sound... and appeal.

An example of this is 3 minutes into Inside Looking Out, where Screw's record scratches allow the lyrics a chance to breathe, placing emphasis on certain lines through their repetition.

We now call this genre Chopped and Screwed, the forbearer genre to all things vapor and ecco; which still continues today in honor of DJ Screw's passing by codeine overdose.

From one skull-album-cover to another, and back to 2011 with Daniel Lopatin's - going by Oneohtrix Point Never - album Replica.

There are few pieces of music that I have played more than Replica, in fact, my coming-across of Replica last year was what kickstarted my interest with plunderphonics as a whole; and what continues to drive the ethos of my works; from style to concept.

As an album, it's a beat-less, brooding and largely atmospheric collection of synth progressions; that either play on their own or - and most alluringly - accompany a sample.

Weingarten, Christopher (October 2011). "Download: Oneohtrix Point Never’s Buzzing 'Replica’“. The Village Voice.

How Lopatin samples on this album is most interesting. He entirely sources from 1980s-90s TV adverts, cutting them down to a small fragment, and letting it repeat; as synth swells gradually build up to accompany it.

"I like this idea that I’m not actually a musician and that, instead, I’m kind of like Indiana Jones — an adventurer who is looking for old things that are meaningful. So, like, we don’t tend to think of television commercials and ephemera like that..."

The sample-work is jarring, too. At points you're left with nothing but a fuzzy sample playing over and over - not even as a groovy loop, but as if midway through a sentence.

"I categorized the sounds a few different ways, mostly by theme. One strain of infomercial [which I called], "The Middle Class Lie," appealed to me the most. Those had products that were supposed to make you feel wealthier than you actually are..."

Samples were taken from an archive website called Videomercials, from where Lopatin would buy a DVD compilation and quickly skim through.

Some moments are emphasized. The song "Remember" repeats its name, itself taken from a McDonald's ad. Lopatin's works regularly dabble with memory; so take it as instruction.

Replica is fascinating because it's nowhere. An advert sells you a potential experience, and while it can evoke a bygone time, the memories aren't lived. Replica sonically leans in to this discomfort, cutting away the legibility of each sample until all that's left is distinctly unnatural mush.

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How Can I Decorate My Kitchen Countertop Without Clutter?

Decorating your kitchen countertop can enhance the beauty and functionality of your kitchen. However, too many items can make it look cluttered and messy. Here are some simple and effective ways to decorate your kitchen countertop without adding clutter.

1. Use Trays and Baskets

One of the best ways to keep your countertops organized is by using trays and baskets. They help group similar items together, making your kitchen look neat and tidy. For instance, you can place a tray near the stove with cooking essentials like oil, salt, and pepper. This not only keeps things organized but also adds a decorative touch.

2. Keep It Minimal

Less is more when it comes to decorating your kitchen countertop. Choose a few essential items that you use daily and keep the rest stored away. For example, a beautiful fruit bowl, a stylish coffee maker, or a small plant can add charm without cluttering your space. By keeping only a few items on display, you ensure your countertops look clean and spacious.

3. Add a Splash of Greenery

Plants are a great way to add life and color to your kitchen. Small potted herbs like basil, mint, or parsley not only look great but are also handy for cooking. Alternatively, a single larger plant in a decorative pot can make a bold statement. Just make sure to choose plants that thrive indoors and don't require too much maintenance.

4. Choose Multi-Functional Decor

opt for items that serve both a functional and decorative purpose. For example, a decorative jar can hold cooking utensils, or a stylish cutting board can double as a backdrop for displaying other items. Multi-functional decor helps keep your countertops long island looking stylish without adding unnecessary clutter.

5. Incorporate Decorative Containers

Using decorative containers is another excellent way to keep your kitchen organized while adding a personal touch. Attractive jars and canisters can store dry goods like pasta, flour, or sugar. Not only do they keep your items fresh and within reach, but they also add a cohesive look to your kitchen decor.

6. Utilize Vertical Space

When decorating your kitchen, don't forget to use the vertical space. Install shelves or hang hooks on the walls to keep items off the countertops. This way, you can display decorative pieces like artwork or plants without taking up valuable counter space. Wall-mounted storage solutions can also hold utensils, spices, or even pots and pans, keeping your countertops clutter-free.

7. Keep It Seasonal

Changing your decor with the seasons is a fun way to keep your kitchen looking fresh and inviting. For example, you can use a vase with seasonal flowers or a bowl with seasonal fruits. This not only keeps your kitchen remodel long island interesting but also ensures you don't accumulate too many items over time.

8. Use Color Wisely

Choose a color scheme that complements your kitchen decor. Neutral tones can create a calm and organized look, while pops of color can add interest and personality. Be mindful of using too many colors, as this can make the space look busy. Stick to two or three main colors to keep your kitchen looking cohesive and uncluttered.

9. Add Personal Touches

Finally, add personal touches that reflect your style. This could be a favorite piece of art, a family photo, or a handmade item. Personal touches make your kitchen feel warm and inviting without adding unnecessary clutter.

By following these simple tips, you can decorate your kitchen countertop beautifully while keeping it functional and clutter-free. Remember, the key is to strike a balance between decor and practicality. Happy decorating!

Keeping your countertops long island organized and stylish doesn't have to be a challenge. With a few thoughtful choices and a minimalist approach, you can transform your kitchen remodel long island into a beautiful and functional space.

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Hannah Jadagu - Aperture

(Indie Pop, Dream Pop, Indie Rock)

Hannah Jadagu’s Sub Pop debut places her squarely in the world of confessional indie rock while decorating it with hints of sophisti-pop, R&B, and noise pop that keep the edges blurred and the energy intense. Her intimate, hook-laden lyrics focus on what she chooses to carry into the future with her and the fear of what will happen to the things she lets go of.

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Like many of her bedroom pop contemporaries, Hannah Jadagu began making music on her phone, working in Garageband with the help of an iRig, guitar, and microphone,j her debut EP What Is Going On? the kind of homemade indie rock that’s easy to connect with and warm on the ears. What underlined those songs, though, was Jadagu’s smooth and mellow voice and sensitive lyrics, the indie rock she fell in love with in her sister’s car becoming the lifeblood of her own music. With the success of that EP came the opportunity to expand, her signing to iconic indie label Sub Pop giving her the space and connections to make even bolder, heavier music unbound to the limitations of MIDI instruments and an iPhone. Alongside French pop songwriter and producer Max Robert Baby, she began incorporating more analog elements into her music, thick percussion and warped synths replacing dry jangle guitars and drum loops, the twelve songs that became her debut album Aperture indebted to ‘00s indie rock as much as the church music and rap she grew up on. Her writing remains steadfast and emotionally charged between stylistic shifts, the new textures within her songs heightening the effect of her catchy-yet-surreal indie pop.

Balancing simple verse-chorus-verse pop music with the sharp edges and unexpected turns of alternative pop is Jadagu’s main concern with Aperture, and the album achieves those goals without sacrificing the main appeal of her music - the writing. For the most part, her songs remain structurally simple - singles Say It Now  and What You Did are both two verses and a chorus, while Warning Sign omits the chorus entirely for its moody sophisti-pop atmosphere - and it’s in the details where the character lies, the watery synths soundtracking family tension in Admit It or the kids choir-esque vocoder in the outro of Shut Down more important than playing with complex song structures or unconventional songwriting. The mood here is noisy guitars and rock drums,mellow vocals and dreamy effects, early highlight Say It Now’s slunking guitars and drowsy percussion befitting of Jadagu’s emotional denial within it, while the penultimate Letter to Myself surrounds her voice with slowcore guitars and synths that sparkle like fireworks before the drums kick in at the end - it’s all under the purview of indie rock, but Jadagu branches out her sound to keep you invested in how her storytelling works alongside it. Aperture is catchy, classic pop at its core, and Jadagu knows she doesn’t need much more to pull you in.

She doesn’t risk going outside of the alt-pop/indie rock sound here, but it’s not an issue when what’s here is so consistently rewarding. The post-punk revivalism of Lose and What You Did harness their blend of volatile instrumentation and introspective writing for some of the album’s most effective songcraft, working in opposition to the digitized vocals and clean pianos of Scratch the Surface or Warning Sign’s R&B leanings to add some grit without straying from her norm. There’s a precision to what she does even as the music commits itself to uneasy emotions, Six Months speeding and slowing down as it follows her anger towards someone who can’t invest themselves fully her and Dreaming centered on finding out a romantic interest is seeing someone and the immediate crash that comes with it by having the instrumentation suddenly drop out from under you. She’s a masterful songwriter and producer, and the polish Baby helps her put on these songs take them to another level, Aperture choosing when to open itself up to the light at the perfect moment for each song to be a pristine and vivid snapshot of what she’s feeling. Hannah Jadagu has had the foundation of her sound settled for a few years now, but Aperture still functions as an introduction to her by showing off what she’s able to achieve with more support behind her, how she can interweave different sounds around her melodic indie pop without losing the charm of her homespun EP. Her music is made to sink into, for the melodies to become earworms you hum throughout the day and are easy to listen to anytime, Aperture addictive through how easily it makes playing Jadagu’s songs on repeat. She knows what she wants to keep with her, and Aperture takes a perfect picture of all those memories.

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Kitchen Hardware Ideas 2023

Creative and stylish kitchen hardware ideas are a great way to upgrade the look and feel of your kitchen space. They also allow you to personalize your decor and make your space more unique.

Cabinet hardware is an easy and inexpensive way to give your kitchen a new look without a major renovation. If you want to update your cabinets, here are some creative and stylish ideas for 2023.

Decorative Knobs and Pulls

Decorative knobs and pulls are a great way to add a unique style to your cabinets. They come in a variety of designs, from traditional to rustic to modish and minimalistic. You can also get pulls that blend in with the hardware on your cabinets to create a cohesive look.

You can shop for kitchen hardware at a wide range of retailers, but some of the best options are those that specialize in curated collections of high-quality pieces. This includes West Elm, which is known for its modern-looking bathroom and kitchen accessories.

For example, its selection of brass cabinet knobs and hooks includes sleek designs in a variety of colors. It also offers some sculptural hardware, like gold-leaf drawer handles and fan-shaped brass cabinet pulls.

You can find these upscale pieces at a price that will fit your budget, and you can often buy them in bulk. Plus, the retailer’s sale section is a great place to find discounts on these items.

Mix and Match Cabinet Hardware

Adding new hardware to your kitchen is one of the easiest and quickest ways to give it a fresh look. But you need to take the time to choose the right type of hardware for your kitchen’s style and function.

You can find knobs, pulls, t pulls, bars, and bins in all sorts of styles. For example, you can find textured wooden handles to match rustic cabinets, or sleek glass knobs for a modern look.

When you mix and match your cabinet hardware, be sure to keep the finish of the other elements in mind. For example, if you are designing a traditional kitchen with white shaker cabinets, you can match the hardware in matte black or oil-rubbed bronze.

If you have a heavy, oversized door or drawer, you may want to consider pulls rather than knobs. Pulls feature a two-hole configuration and are designed for heavier weight. In addition, pulls are easier to install than knobs, so they are a good choice for any new or existing kitchen.

Mix and Match Faucets

Mix and match your faucets to create a cohesive look in your kitchen. The biggest tip is to pick one primary finish for your faucet and then choose hardware, plumbing fixtures, lighting, and appliances that are in the same finish.

If you want to add a pop of color, consider mixing contrasting colors. For example, a stainless steel faucet in the same shade as the cabinetry could make a statement.

Brass is also a great option if you are going for a classic and elegant style. It’s not as bright as chrome and works with other brass or bronze hardware pieces, like two-tone pulls.

Another on-trend option is oil-rubbed bronze. This finish is a rich toasted color and pairs well with warm woods and other neutral tones in the space.

There are a variety of gold finishes to consider as well. Some are bolder and others a softer gold tone. It’s best to test a piece out before buying too much to ensure you like the look!

Personalize Your Storage

For a more personalized look, you can incorporate modern and unique hardware elements into your kitchen design. The tiniest detail can make all the difference, especially if you are working with a small space or a limited budget. For example, a full-extension drawer system like the Legrabox may be the perfect fit for a compact pantry.

The best way to maximize your storage spaces is by planning out the optimal location for each item, be it a bottle of wine or a stand mixer. If you have more than one person in the household, this is a great way to reduce clutter and ensure that each member of your family has their own dedicated spot for keeping track of their belongings.

As with any reno project, the key to success is being able to identify your specific needs before you begin. This will help you narrow down your design options and ensure that you are not only incorporating the most relevant technology into your space but also the best possible furniture for your unique lifestyle.

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We understand that to be successful is to stay ahead of the curve. That means staying current with the latest technology and design trends. We always want to improve our products or services without breaking the bank. That’s why we stay connected to the latest technologies of NKBA, National Kitchen and Bath Association. In addition, at Vancouver Kitchen renovation, our primary focus is providing sustainable kitchen design and renovation packages, and we believe in sustainable living. Sustainable living is a way of life in harmony with nature. It is a lifestyle which focuses on the preservation of our environment. Sustainable living is a philosophy emphasizing respect for the environment and concern for its well-being. This means we should take care of the planet and treat it as if it were our home. We should try to preserve what we have and protect it from destruction. If we do this, we will enjoy the benefits of the earth’s resources for many generations. Whether you’re planning a major remodel or adding finishing touches to your current kitchen, we’d love to discuss your project. Book your showroom consultation online.

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Are Kitchen Remodeling Costs Worth it?

Remodeling your kitchen can make your home look better, but it can also come at a high cost. You might be wondering if it is worth the cost to remodel your kitchen.

There are many things to take into consideration when deciding if a kitchen remodel is a wise investment. The first factor is the property’s worth. If you plan to sell your home within the next few months, you need to ensure that any remodel costs are recouped in sale price.

Cost of the remodel is also important. high-end kitchen remodels can cost upwards of $50,000, so it’s essential to ensure you have the budget to cover the costs. This cost is less important if the homeowner doesn’t intend to sell their home.

Finally, you’ll want to consider how much use you’ll get out of your new kitchen. If you entertain often or cook large meals, you’ll want to ensure that your new kitchen can accommodate your needs. A smaller, less costly remodel might be possible if your kitchen is not used often.

Here are some ideas to help you get started, if not sure where to start.

Decide whether to replace or build new cabinets. Kitchen remodels can be expensive if you add new cabinets. And, if you choose to replace all the cabinets, you’ll need to remove them before installing new ones.

Be careful when choosing your colors. You can have a dramatic effect on the appearance of your kitchen by choosing the right colours.

Decent whether you plan to replace the flooring. The flooring may not be needed if you plan on selling your house within the next few months. A freshly painted concrete slab can give your house a new look.

You might consider adding storage space. Adding cabinets, drawers, or shelves can increase your kitchen’s usable space.

Lighting is important. The dark corners of your kitchen will be brightened by installing recessed lighting above the stove, sink and refrigerator.

Add Appliances. Energy consumption can be reduced by replacing an old fridge with a modern model. It can also increase your home’s resale potential.

You should ensure that you have enough outlets. Most kitchens have just one or two outlets. This means that your blender, microwave and other appliances won’t work in your kitchen.

Do not forget to look at the water lines. Hidden behind walls and floors are water pipes. Before you start any work, make sure to inspect for leaks.

Get rid of clutter. Your kitchen is already crowded, but try to keep things organized. Take out anything unnecessary.

Get estimates from several contractors. When shopping around, compare prices based on square footage, material type (cabinets vs. stone), and the number of doors and windows.

You should look into financing options. Many people choose to finance their kitchen remodels. You can avoid paying interest and make payments.

Make a plan for how long you will be living in your home. The longer you stay there, the more you should invest in your kitchen.

Keep track of every detail. To keep track of all the details, use a notebook.

Plan ahead. It is important to plan ahead. This will help you visualize the whole project.

Should cabinets be lighter/dimmer than walls?

There are no rules for This. This decision is entirely personal and will depend on the size and shape of your kitchen. The general idea is that if your kitchen is small, dark cabinets can make it feel even smaller and more cramped. The space will feel brighter and larger if you have lighter cabinets.

Dark cabinets are great for large kitchens. They can create a warm, intimate feel, while lighter cabinets will keep it open and airy.

It’s up you to decide the look and feel that you want in your kitchen. The cabinet colour you choose will also be up to you. Consult a professional designer if you are still uncertain. They can help you make the right decision for your space.

What are the disadvantages of an open-concept kitchen?

Privacy is the biggest problem. With an open-concept kitchen, you can’t hide the mess from guests. If you are passionate about cooking, it might be a problem to have too many people around. It can be hard to clean an open kitchen if it doesn’t have a designated cooking area and dining area. A kitchen that is open-concept may not work for you if there aren’t enough square footage.

Statistics

This is rather grim, but according to Business Insider, 12 percent of couples consider getting a divorce while renovating their home! (familyhandyman.com)

In the Pacific region (Alaska, California, Washington, and Oregon), according to Remodeling Magazine, that same midrange central kitchen remodel jumps to $72,513, and a major upscale kitchen remodels jumps up $11,823 from the national average to $143,333. (hgtv.com)

In large firms, the commission charged by the GC ranges from 15 to 25 percent of the total job cost. (thespruce.com)

“We decided to strip and refinish our kitchen cabinets during a heat wave with 90-plus-degree temperatures and 90 percent humidity in a house with no air conditioning. (familyhandyman.com)

Followed by cabinet cost, labour, and appliance costs consume 20 percent each of your budget. (hgtv.com)

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It’s not always an option to do a small kitchen remodel. However, if you are looking to make your house feel new again, then this is something you should do. You can do many things to improve your kitchen without spending too much money. So here are some small kitchen renovation ideas that you can do yourself.

You can add a backsplash to your kitchen. It adds colour and style while making your kitchen look bigger and cleaner.

Replace old cabinets – Cabinets add a lot of value to your kitchen. They provide protection from water splashes, spills and stains. They also give your kitchen a sophisticated look. If your cabinet door frames look worn, replace them.

Paint your kitchen – Paint will not only change the appearance of your kitchen but also help you save money. Paint gives your kitchen a fresh look and modernizes it. You’ll also find it easier to clean.

Update your appliances – Updating your appliances is an excellent idea because it won’t just increase their lifespan but also make them look newer. If you know which appliance you need to upgrade, do it. Or you can get help from someone who has experience installing these appliances.

Add a counter – A bar area is another option. Not only does it provide additional work surface, but it’s also a perfect place to entertain guests.

Create a breakfastnook – A breakfastnook doesn’t require you to spend a lot of money. A small table and a few chairs are all you need. You can also add cushions to make it more comfy.

Add a pantry – A pantry is a must-have in any kitchen. This is a great place for food storage, dishes, and other items.

Install an island – A island is a great addition to your kitchen. This gives your kitchen an open feel and allows you to work from a large area. Plus, it looks very attractive when combined with wood flooring.

A wine rack can be added to any home. You can use them in the comfort of your own home. They come with a range of sizes and designs. You can choose the best one for your kitchen.

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gravity part six: y/n found out something she wasn't supposed to and she wished she could take it back

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(Y/N) had been filled with butterflies in her tummy and cotton-candy clouds since Harry picked her up for a lunch date before he had to go into work. He had told her he wanted to take her somewhere he loved, which made her all the more excited for the date than normal. She noticed he tended to plan around everything she liked (aside from the scary movie date, of course), taking her to places he knew would make her happy and centering the conversation around her. She was bubbling at the idea of getting more of a peek into his life outside of the classroom, hoping to add another piece to the green-eyed and curly-haired puzzle that made up her Harry.

"I've never been down here before," (Y/N) prattled as she walked with Harry down the sloping sidewalk a couple of blocks away from campus.

Harry swung their joined hands between them, a serene smile on his face as he took in the leaves falling around them. He was bundled comfortably in one of his knitted jumpers, this one a bright fuchsia shade that matched the laces he had threaded through his shoes, the heavy sleeves periodically falling over their hands. "I used to come out here all the time m'first year. I had a lot of time on m'hands, so I liked to explore. Only a little further down," he mused, peering through the slowly baring trees, "Y'can see the awning from here, actually. 'S that green one down there."

(Y/N)'s eyes followed the finger he pointed out towards an emerald green awning that had fading letters in a font that resembled wood grain. She couldn't make out the words, but she could see why Harry was drawn to a location like that. Just from that glimpse, she could see how well he would fit into that sort of environment.

As they drew closer, she found a coffee shop directly next door, a conjoined sign between the two spaces showing they were in business together and stop by the other if you go to one. A cute patio space was arranged just to the left of the business strip, leaving the wrought iron frames to be glazed over in the orange of the falling leaves with a couple seated at the middle table, cups of coffee in hand.

Mumbling, Harry pulled her along inside the store adorned with the green awning, an old-school brass bell dinging above their heads, "This is where I used to come study if I wasn't at the library. There's a corner in the back with these really soft pillows y'can sit and read at."

Looking around, (Y/N) took in the rich, warm tones that decorated the space. The high shelves were made of clean, stained wood to show off the intricate grain. Hand drawn signs were posted on the bookends of each shelf, delegating which genre was housed on the shelves, decorated with hallmarks of that specific category. Potted plants in shades of soft green were dispersed throughout the shop with the pots decorated to match the jewel tones accenting the space. Bright pops of gold mixed in with burnt oranges and the deep green that colored the awning, giving the space a soft-focus vintage ambiance that drew (Y/N) in.

"It's cozy," she whispered back, Harry's dimples digging deeper into his cheeks.

"Hi, Harry! How are you? We haven't seen you here in a while," the girl behind the checkout desk bubbled, a genuine smile on her features as she set down the book she was paging through to give them the full of her attention.

The tips of his ears were tinted pink, the dusting matching the flush that climbed up his cheeks. Harry glanced down at her, mumbling under his breath, "I didn't think I came here that much."

A breathy laugh was drawn from (Y/N) as she dropped her gaze to their joined hands as Harry greeted the attendant. She could hear that pleasant small talk happening beside her though she was hooked on the volumes lining the shelves. This wasn't the kind of place she usually found herself—not for years, anyway. She used to be a bigger reader when she was younger, but now she barely picked up a book for fun now that she was too tired or too busy to do so. (Y/N) hadn't even realized she was drifting towards the stacks until her grip on Harry's hand slipped an inch before he rushed to replace his hold.

"Don't go without me," Harry quietly laughed, catching up with her after putting to rest the small talk with the girl up front.

"Sorry," she smiled over her shoulder, gazing at the spines of the classics they were currently perusing, "What do you usually read, Harry?"

For a flick, she swore she saw his eyes pause on the romance shelves across from them with his nose gaining a dusting of blush before he paid his attention to her. "Usually fantasy and silly things like that, I guess."

"I'm surprised," (Y/N) started, letting go of his hand to drag her finger over the spines but not without a bump of her hip against his, "I thought you only read scientific journals and research papers."

An easy smile bloomed over his features at her teasing, the deep dimples on his cheeks stealing the show. "Oh no, I only read those to relax."

She shook her head with a curl stretching her lips as she drifted through the shelves and out of view of his friend up front. Classic titles were designed with fairytale-esque covers, with a few new additions being treated with the same grandeur that made (Y/N) want to shell out the money for a hardback copy of a book she didn't know anything about. Nineties paperbacks dominated the lower shelves of the romance stacks while contemporary pieces she remembered from her teenage years were shelved along the top. All the while Harry followed closely behind, his eyes glancing at her more often than they flicked to the shelves.

Just when she was about to steer the two of them towards the fantasy shelves, hoping to peek into Harry's life, she saw one of the smaller shelves towards the back, full of books covered completely in opaque brown butcher's paper. Each spine had the simple title scrawled along the length with peeks of sticky notes stuck to the covers. (Y/N)'s eyes widened when she realized what she had found.

Letting out a soft gasp, she rushed over to the concealed stacks, only halfway aware of the laugh Harry let out as he followed her.

"Harry, look," she rushed in a hush tone, "It's like those ones on instagram and Pinterest—those surprise book shelves."

She pulled out the first book she could settle her eyes on, the title including something about a court of flowers and grime or something. The sticky note pasted to the front denoted the genre of book with a few key points, detailing a side plot of a love story with fantastical elements and world building. The print of the cover was completely sealed, leaving only the librarian's praise and recommendations handwritten along the back and the short sticky note to help determine whether or not the book was her cup of tea.

"I know," Harry smiled, looking down at the addition in her hands, "I always want to grab one of these, but 'm too scared I'll only pick something I've already read or won't like."

(Y/N) looked up at him with what she was sure were wide eyes with hope swimming through the irises. "Could we pick books for each other? I'll try to pick something you haven't read!"

His smile turned lopsided as his softening eyes flitted over her features. "I'd love that. Pick whatever y'want for me—I trust you."

Practically bouncing in her spot, (Y/N) reshelved the book in her hand and didn't waste a second before her eyes were scanning over the covert volumes before her. She could feel Harry's gaze linger on her for a moment, the line of her body feeling the heat of his eyes before he averted his attention to the shelves.

"What do y'like to read?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, a lopsided smile catching at the corner of her lips that Harry had a hard time taking his eyes off of. "Would it surprise you if I told you I like romance or whatever it was that Twilight was considered?"

"Not at all," he teased. His own grin tugged at his lips; it's not like he could blame her, he liked the same stuff if he was being honest. He liked the thought of her curled up with a book in her small bedroom, heart fluttering over soft words and a world built off of romance.

She mumbled some retort he didn't quite catch before she fell into her job of finding the perfect book for Harry. He was just as eager to find something for her, hoping that with all the time he'd spent getting every story, every anecdote, every inside joke out of her that he could find something fitting for his flower.

At the thought of his secretly appointed nickname for her, Harry's finger stuttered over the parchment covered spine of a book entitled with something about broken hearts. He'd been trying his best not to think of her with that name, fearing the word would slip out when he was actually with her. He wasn't sure she was ready to explain why he'd been adorning her with new nicknames in his head; half the time he was unable to think of her without calling her by one of the affectionate petnames.

"I think I found it!" (Y/N) chirped, standing the full of her height from where she had fallen to her knees searching through the bottom few shelves, "This one is yours!"

A bright smile stretched across her cheeks, lifting the rounded apples to cause crinkles to fold around her eyes and bring a glow to her skin. That smile was one of the first things that caught his attention when he saw her that first time in Prof. Stanfill's lecture hall. Naomi had made her laugh with a whispered joke under her breath while Stanfill was droning on at the front of the room, causing (Y/N) to brighten up and make him falter in his notes. That's why he took that seat beside her when he realized her friend was no longer showing up. He dreamed of making her smile like that, and now he had her looking up at him with stars in her eyes and her teeth bared in joy.

"Let me see, then," Harry requested, taking a half step towards her before she pulled the book tightly to her chest.

"No," she shook her head, "I want it to be a real surprise. I don't want you to know until you get home. I really think you're going to like it, Harry."

He didn't doubt for a second that he would like whatever she chose to give him.

With her eyes directed squarely on him, he felt flush. A blush crept up his cheeks as he dropped his gaze to the book he had absently pulled for her. Reading over the daffodil colored sticky note, he found the details of a supernatural romance recommended by the librarian working up front (her name was Erika, if he remembered correctly) between an enchanted human girl and a mysterious male. Not much else was given about the story, adhering to the blind date rules that went along with the nature of the shelves, other than how sweet it was and how "he falls first!". This would be perfect for her—or at the very least, be better than the physics texts she skimmed over with barren interest.

Though he tried to keep his brain in the present, Harry couldn't help but picture her bundled up in the bay window he was lucky enough to have in his bedroom (he was very lucky with apartment hunting he found). He could picture the makeshift cushions that lined the sill he had fashioned out of blankets he took from home when he moved out, nested around her while she had the book he had picked for her in her hands. In his head, he saw her with her eyes rounded out as she read the epic, a gasp falling from her mouth at a particularly romantic part or her hand fluttering to the base her neck when something broke her heart (in the best way possible of course, he wouldn't want her to read anything that made her sad). Maybe, she'd even let him read with her.

"I think I found yours, too, flower."

The second he processed what had come out of his mouth, Harry's cheeks went up in flames. The crimson coloring trailed over his neck and painted the tips of his ears while his heart worked double time in embarrassed beats. He knew he needed to be more careful.

Across from him, (Y/N) canted her head with a slightly narrowed gaze. Her smile sat unshakable on her lips. "Flower?"

He swallowed thickly at her small question. "Um—I don't know, I—," he floundered, feeling like a gaping fish under her gaze, "I shouldn't have said that, 'm sorry."

"But, why flower?" she prodded, her tone still quiet between the shelves. She hadn't looked at the book in his hands for even a second, her attention placed solely on him.

Harry was grateful for the fact there was no way for him to catch his reflection at that moment. He was sure the sight of him with his skin growing more and more red would only make him feel even more embarrassed as he stumbled for his words. He ran a heavy hand through his hair, itching to find anything to occupy his fingers before he resorted to picking his nail polish.

"I—You're jus'... You're pretty like a flower," he choked out, his tongue feeling lazy as he tried to voice the words, "and you're soft, and-and kind. And, y'always smell really nice too." Harry had never wished for anything more than a chasm to develop under his feet and swallow him underground in that moment. It appeared he couldn't be trusted to watch himself around her anymore. "'M so sorry," he stuttered out, "That's not what I meant to say. That was weird of me to tell you, 'm so sorry."

(Y/N) let out a bubbling laugh that rang through Harry's ears. The sound wasn't at all teasing or tormenting like the would have thought would happen after he minced his words so drastically. He peeked through his dark lashes to find her with glittery eyes and a her glossy lips drawn into an enchanting smile.

"Don't say sorry, I really like that, Harry. That was cute, thank you," she whispered to him, finishing the half step he had taken towards her, "I liked hearing you call me that."

An airy haze clouded his thoughts, the puffs tinted a sunset pink. They filtered through his body, making Harry feel light and lighter with every beat of his heart. Biting on the full of his bottom lip, Harry felt his smile return to his face. "Yeah?"

He watched on as she nodded her head softly, the curl of her lips mimicking his own with the white tips of her teeth peeking out as she bit at the pillow. She was backlit by the sun filtering through the wall of windows behind her. The decals that decorated the shop windows cast shadows in the shape of twirling vines and woodland grasses all around her. Orange and golden hues haloed her form, giving her the appearance of a long forgotten goddess who had returned to form right in front of him, ready for worship.

God, did he adore her.

The smallest of flaws could be picked at the top of her cheekbone, though it was no fault of her own. An eyelash had fluttered from the crown around her softened eyes and fell on the top of her cheek, clinging to her glowing skin.

He suddenly felt breathless as he tried to speak though he couldn't tear his eyes from her face. "You-You've got an eyelash on your cheek," he whispered out, his eyes reluctantly slipping from her own and falling to the offending hair that had taken home on her cheek.

A huff of a laugh was exhaled through her nose, "Where?"

Harry worked on auto-pilot as he lifted his hand to brush his fingertip against his own skin. "Right here," he directed.

A light entered (Y/N)'s eyes as she took a small step towards him. If Harry took a deep enough breath, he was sure his chest would brush against her. "Can you get it for me?"

Without thinking, he dropped the book he had picked for her onto a vacant section on the shelf beside him leaving his hands free to gently hold her. He looked for any sign of rejection as he cradled her cheek softly in his hand, though all he received was her leaning into his hold with her eyes trained on his face. Ducking his head to be level with her, he used his free hand to brush over her soft skin and glowing cheekbone. The dark lash stuck to the tip of his finger, a gentle curve to the hair that stuck up from his skin.

"You're supposed to make a wish now."

His fingertip was level with the full of her lips as he caught a glance she cast him through the vignette of her lashes. She pressed her lips together in a pout before she blew the lash off his fingertip. He assumed it fluttered to the ground somewhere behind him like the seed of a dandelion, but he was too transfixed with the vision in front of him to care.

"What did y'wish for?

Rising to the tips of her toes, Harry didn't get an answer before (Y/N) pressed her lips to his. His hand on her cheek tied him to the moment as he found it much too easy to float away when she kissed him. She'd never done this in such a public place, he realized, the thought only causing his muscles to liquify and relax further into her. They'd kissed in the university parking lot by her car and just outside her apartment before, but never in such a place where anyone could walk by and know that she was just as infatuated with him as he was with her.

By the time she pulled away from the short contact, Harry's face was surely flushed a deep red. He left his hand cradling her cheek, unwilling to fully step out of the moment they curated between the shelves.

(Y/N) looked up at him with a satisfied smile.

"My wish just came true."

Harry felt weak in the knees as he shook his head, looking for any slim grasp on stability he could find before he toppled over. He reluctantly dropped his hand to his side, though he'd rather she didn't feel how clammy his palm was growing as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. "Ar-Are y'ready, then? Or did y'want to look at anything else?"

"I'm ready," she smiled, looking a little too proud of herself over the flush that still colored his skin, "Are you? You picked something out for me, too, right?"

"Oh!" Harry puttered, having momentarily forgotten about the book he had stowed away on the shelf for her, "Yeah, I have one for you. Do y'want to see it?"

She was quick to shake her head, hugging his book closer to her chest, "No, it's okay. I want it to be a surprise for me, too."

Harry nodded his head with a shallow dimple denting only one of his cheeks as a lopsided smile tugged his lips. "If y'want, I can take care of all of this and y'can go next door and get us a table and some coffee?"

He'd found in the handful of dates they'd been on, that (Y/N) typically agreed to him paying for things a bit faster when he gave her something to do that she equated to paying him back. He thought she was the sweetest thing he'd ever come across, her big heart making him that much more smitten for her.

"Okay, I'll see you in a second then," Harry mumbled, hesitating for just a second as he reached for the book in her hands, "flower."

The same glow he had been hoping for settled over her skin at the return of the petname. He liked knowing he could draw those reactions from her.

"Okay, Harry," she smiled, handing over the book before rising to her toes. She planted a sweet kiss to the soft of his cheek, right over his dimple, before she turned towards the door. "Don't peek at your book!"

"I won't. I promise," he muttered after her, unable to tear his eyes off of the gold-soaked vision of his dream girl as she drifted through his favorite place.

She waved to him and said a quick thank you to the girl behind the register before she left for the cafe next door. Harry worked on autopilot, the butterflies in his tummy giving him enough gusto to carry him through the shop and towards the check-out.

Erika, the so-called expert librarian as her nametag appointed her, gave him a polite smile as she ran through her customer service script. Harry nodded along, only halfway listening as his heart was in the next store over along with his attention.

"So," she started, breaking from the familiar script Harry was used to, "Who was that? I've never seen you come in with anyone before."

Without permission, a large grin stretched over his lips despite the way he tried to bite it back. His eyes were trained on the book she had chosen for him; knowing she had thought of him as she grabbed the volume made his heart stutter. He didn't know how to introduce her when he barely had the words to describe how much she already impacted his heart.

"She—uh... She's m'(Y/N)."

A bubbling laugh left Erika's lips, "Oh, she's your (Y/N), I see. I should've known."

Harry didn't know what else to say but an airy yes, and a nod of his head. He watched as she bagged up the books and read off his total. He all but floated through the motions as he paid and waited as patiently as possible to return to his flower.

"Well, I hope you and your (Y/N) enjoy these, Harry," Erika smiled, passing off the paper bag that now held his most prized possession.

"Thank you," he sighed, already edging towards the doorway.

He decided in that moment that, though he still loved his Secret Garden bookshop, his favorite place now took the shape of a girl from his physics class.

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"Flower, I really do need to go to work now."

Harry's words fell on deaf ears as (Y/N) hooked her arms around his neck. She held him against her, pressing lingering kisses to the full of his lips in an attempt to persuade him to stay. He'd been hard pressed about studying this afternoon, their textbooks and notes splayed across the foot of her bed, but (Y/N)'s attention waned the longer they went on. He had struck a deal with her when they started reviewing the chapters, that he would reward her with as many kisses as she answered questions correctly.

In truth, she'd only got about seven out of the thirteen questions right, but she'd successfully drawn the last half hour worth of kisses out of him. With his arm wrapped around her waist while the other cradled the full of her cheek in his palm, she was warm in his hold as she tugged him to lay halfway atop her on her twin bed. He took very little convincing to let his lips linger over her's and twine his legs between hers.

(Y/N) knew their study session was meant to end when he had to go to work, but she couldn't find it in herself to pull away. Even when Harry whispered half-hearted reminders, he still drew his tongue along the seam of her lips, tightened his fingers around her waist and melted into her form. She wasn't going to stop him.

"Do you really need to?" she mumbled against his mouth, a slinking smile growing on her own as she ran her fingertips through the baby hairs on the back of his neck. "I was hoping you could stay and get dinner with me tonight."

His kissing mouth slid from her own to the full of her cheek and along her jawline. The length of his lashes felt like a butterfly's wing against her skin. "I know," he sighed, regret coloring his tone, "But I really can't miss tonight. Usually they're easy with me, but I have to go in."

Sucking in a deep breath, she finally relented. Her arms around his neck loosened until her hands slid to settle on the broad of his shoulders. "Fine," she sighed, reluctantly pulling away from his attention.

"I wish I didn't have to go," he mumbled, the full of his lips gently brushing against her skin before he dotted a single kiss on the apple of her cheek. He drew away with a soft smile on his face as he gazed over her features, his hand on her waist flexing around the curve. "You know I would stay if I could, right? I don't want to leave either."

(Y/N) dropped her eyes to where her hands gently adjusted his clothes she had ruffled and the curls of his hair she had dismantled from the careful waves around his neck. A crooked smile curled over her lips as she flicked her eyes to his through her lashes, "Maybe I could come see you tonight? On your lunch, I could come by and bring dinner and everything?"

If she hadn't been scanning so diligently for his reaction, (Y/N) would have missed the way the set in his shoulders tensed at her suggestion. The motion was minute and temporary as his muscles relaxed a split second later, though his features stayed stiff under the guise of nonchalance.

"I don't know, love," he started, untangling his limbs from hers, "I don't want to rush through m'lunch with you. I don't really have an uninterrupted break anyway, so I wouldn't get to spend too much time with y'even if y'came by. 'M sorry, flower."

His irises melted in apology, his hand on her face caressing over the bone in her cheek before he pulled away from her completely. He moved to sit on the edge of her bed, reaching for his collection of textbooks and notebooks at the foot of her bed. (Y/N) followed after, curling her feet under her bottom as she sat against her pillows. His motions seemed to be dipped in guilt, and (Y/N) almost felt bad for asking. If she had known he would feel this bad about rejecting her, she wouldn't have asked.

"It's okay, Harry, really," she crooned, settling a delicate hand on his bicep, "I was only wondering since we aren't able to see each other Friday night either, so I wanted to spend time with you. But, I understand, don't worry."

A lopsided smile tugged at Harry's lips, his fidgeting hands slowing now that his supplies were in a neat pile on her comforter. "I know, flower. 'M sorry that 'm busy this week; work can be a bit weird sometimes so it's easier to get through it before I make plans. I promise I'll be free soon, and we can see each other properly without school or work getting in the way."

"You don't have to promise me, I trust you," (Y/N) smiled, kneeing over her mattress to sit beside his dip in the mattress.

"I'll see you in class on Friday, anyway, right?"

"Right," she affirmed, beaming up at him, "And we still have our date for Saturday night."

Harry's own features brightened at the mention, nodding his head with his curls flopping over his forehead at the movement. "Can't wait, flower."

(Y/N) waited on him as he packed up his supplies, offering her hand when he was ready to be walked to the front door. Ny bid him her own goodbyes from where she was bundled on the couch, her phone pressed to her ear with Trystan's contact displayed across the top.

"Goodnight, Harry," (Y/N) said once they made it to the front door, her hand still cuddled in his as he stood just across the threshold, "Let me know when you get to work safe, okay?"

Harry's eyes dropped to their joined hands, a soft squeeze being delivered to her palm. "I will, flower. Goodnight."

She reached to her tip-toes and drew him in for a tender kiss, the contact lasting for only a moment before Harry broke. She watched as he made his way to the elevator. With the way he wasn't able to meet her eyes, even when he waved at her before the lift doors closed, she hoped she hadn't made him feel too bad about not being able to see him on his lunch.

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Now, when (Y/N) logged into the cam-site and tuned into one of H's streams, she couldn't help but feel a different kind of guilt layer over the usual skeeziness she experienced. With Harry in her life now (it had been almost a full month since their first date, actually), with him being the comforting, romantic presence that she had been craving when she found the site in the first place, she felt as if she was cheating on him in a way every time she watched the intimate moments of another man.

She made a point to rationalize it with herself whenever she felt especially bad. It's not like she and Harry were having sex at all—the most they did was heavy kissing for a few moments before pulling away—and she knew she wouldn't be upset if she found that he was still watching porn.

And, it's not like she could lie, H still did it for her. Until she had another outlet, she was going to take advantage of his content.

There wasn't much room for guilt at the moment anyway, she decided. Her muscles were entirely too lax and her mind too buried in a pleasantly fuzzy state to be worried about anything as she came down from her orgasm. H had just done his signature outro before the screen went black, leaving (Y/N) to work through her own aftercare with a dreamy smile on her lips. He had dipped into every little thing she loved this show, leaving her a puddle to be scooped up to be  put back together.

Despite the fact that she sought out H to bring her to this state, now that she had Harry, he was her main focus afterwards. She wanted nothing more than for him to be with her, pushing out all thoughts of the performer that had graced her screen. She decided she couldn't feel too guilty about tuning into the shows when all she wanted in the most vulnerable moments was her Harry.

With lazy limbs, she reached for her phone that was charging on her side table. She quickly pulled open Harry's text thread, typing out a message telling him that she missed him and couldn't wait until the next time she could see him.

He was at work at the moment, but maybe her text would be a bright spot during his shift.

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"Harry, are you sure you're okay? You promise you're not sick or anything?"

Harry let out a breathy laugh at (Y/N)'s prodding. He was walking her to her car with a slight slump to his shoulders, her bag hanging off his elbow with her extra textbook tucked under his arm. "I promise 'm okay, was jus' up late last night, that's all. You're making me nervous that I look bad or something, flower."

"No, no, that's not it at all!" she rushed, quick to take her things from him as they approached her car, "You look perfect! You're just not usually so forgetful with everything, so I worry about you. I even got to class earlier than you, and that's how I know something is wrong."

He shook his head, the curling tendrils of his hair catching on the frames of his glasses he forgot to take off. The tips of his ears tinted pink as he dropped his gaze to where her hands brushed his as she pulled her book from his grip."I promise 's nothing more than lacking on some sleep, okay? You're very sweet to worry about me, though."

(Y/N) shut her car door with her class materials stacked in the passenger seat. She lent against the frame, twining her hands together as she looked up at Harry. "So you're going to go home and sleep then, right?"

"Unless I get called into work, yeah," he murmured, his toes kicking at the pavement under their feet, "But no matter what, I'll call y'tonight, okay?"

"Okay," she smiled, satisfied with his promise. He gave her a soft smile, the apples of his cheeks tinted a baby pink as he nervously adjusted the heavy cardigan on his form.

(Y/N)'s eyes followed the path of his hands, looking at the details of the rainbow, patchwork pattern of the garment. Each square was knitted from a thick yarn, colored in deep oranges and reds with bright yellows and earthen greens breaking it up. Black boxed stitched in made for the rainbow pattern to pop, all tied together with strips of blue making room for the heavy black buttons to sit. Only one of the buttons was fastened at his waist, leaving the cardigan to slip off his shoulder if he wasn't paying enough attention.

"What?" he mumbled, speaking through a small smile when he noticed her lingering gaze.

"Nothing," she smiled, shaking her head with her own cheeks growing in warmth at being caught, "I just really like your sweater. It looks soft."

"Yeah?" he bubbled, brightening at the compliment, "M'sister made it for me."

"She made it?!" (Y/N) perked up, now looking with a more scrutinizing eye at the garment, "Like, she knitted the whole thing and put it together?" Harry nodded his head with a hummed affirmation, pride tinting his features at the praise of his family. "Did she use a pattern or anything like that?" (Y/N) pressed, catching the way the emerald green on Harry's fingernails almost completely matched the squares on his cardigan.

"Nope! Jus' her. She's really good at this kind of stuff—whenever I need something stitched or fixed, I send it to her and she has it done even better than before."

"Well, she's very talented," (Y/N) beamed, looking up at Harry's blushing face, "I really like it, Harry."

"Y'can wear it sometime, if y'want?"

"No, no," (Y/N) declined, shaking her head with fluttering hands, "It's your's, I can't take that from you. I just think you look really cute in it, that's all."

"Thank you, flower," he sighed, his voice wrapping around the petname that made her heart race, "I'll have to tell my sister how much y'love it."

She could feel her own skin beginning to glow at the thought of him mentioning her to his family. With her attention fixed on the butterflies swarming her tummy, she almost missed the way Harry took a step towards her. He placed his hands tenderly on her hips, fingers gentle against the curve as he dipped his head down.

"I'll call y'later, okay?" he reiterated, leveling the tip of her nose with her's in a cautious puppy's kiss in case she pulled away.

"But, only after you take a nap," she insisted, resisting the urge to tip her head and press her lips to his. She wanted him to know she was serious about this—there would be no exceptions to his health, not even her.

He did the job for her, kissing her through the smile on his lips. He gave a pulse of his fingers around the thick of her hips, a tickling sensation that drew her own smile to the surface.

"Bye, love," he mumbled to her, "Get home safe."

After finishing their goodbyes, (Y/N) lingered for a moment before resigning to head home. In her rearview mirror, he was a bright rainbow fleck in the view. She was entirely enamored by him, she decided, even as nothing more than a technicolor dot behind her, he made her heart skip a beat.

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(Y/N) sighed, falling into her bed after she finished putting away laundry. She felt restless in her own skin, an itch creeping through her muscles she was too familiar with. It was a growing trend now that after seeing Harry, she was left with a yearning need.

He had her stomach churning in the softest way possible every time she had to leave him. He was so cute and sweet and cloyingly memorable that she wanted nothing more than to kiss the life out of him and get tangled in her sheets with his limbs adding to the web. He was too loving for his own good, she decided; if he wasn't careful and smiled at her with his eyes too soft, she was going to have to jump his bones, there was no other choice.

Though she understood why nothing further had happened yet, it still left her muscles tight and her brain foggy when he would cut her off in the middle of kissing on his couch or in the tufts of her bedding. They had only been together exclusively for just over a month, making it a little soon to do too much more than indulging in kisses, but it still left (Y/N) with a pit in her stomach as she searched for relief. Even now, after seeing him in class and stealing a handful of innocent kisses in the parking lot, she was still plagued with the need for more.

She didn't think too hard about it before she pulled for her laptop and opened up a private tab. Her fingers worked lazily to type in the URL of the cam-site, going through the motions in an effort to distract herself from that lingering guilt she felt when tuning into H's shows. But, nothing in that moment could have compared to the relief she felt when she saw he had started a stream only seven minutes prior. She hadn't missed any of the good stuff.

With Ny out for the afternoon, (Y/N) skipped any of the drama of her usual set up, instead burrowing into her bedding and clicking the link. She planned on leaving any thoughts of her day behind in favor of throwing herself into whatever storyline H was displaying for the next hour, but the second he popped up on her screen, her mind went completely blank except for one thing.

The usual camera work of him sitting with his head out of frame and his clothed torso taking the main view greeted her. But, the only thing (Y/N) could manage to concentrate on was his clothes.

A heavy cardigan was draped over his torso, leaving his chest completely bare underneath. The knit of the chunky sleeves was caught in his hands, patches of color coming together in bright slashes that worked together harmoniously. She halfway heard his voice echoing through her speakers, detailing the mood of the day as being soft and gentle, that nothing would make him happier than to take care of the viewer. (Y/N) barely heard anything as her eyes were trained on the way he adjusting the falling shoulder, the green paint on is fingernails glinting in the low light

She knew that cardigan. She had just left that cardigan on campus after he had told her he was too tired to hang out tonight, but he would call her later tonight.

It was Harry's cardigan.

But that couldn't be right, could it?

Harry had told her his sister had gifted the garment to him, knitted it herself without the help of a pattern to imitate. H's nails were even painted the exact same shade of green she remembered was on her Harry's nails just a couple of hours prior. But, all of this had to be a coincidence, right?

Because that couldn't be her Harry.

Her Harry asked permission to touch her for months, and even now was unsure before he kissed her. It took him two dates to fully be able to hold her hand without asking to twine their fingers together! There was no way her Harry was the same guy that recorded himself jerking off for strangers. There was no way that the same sweetheart that took months to grow the courage to talk to her and begged for cheek kisses in the middle of study sessions could be the same person that called himself daddy for others and had sexted with her only a month prior.

But there's no way it could be anyone else, and she knew that.

Just as the performer started to shed the knitted cardigan from his body, (Y/N) snapped the lid on her laptop shut. She recoiled from the device like it had burned her, pushing the computer to slide to the foot of her bed as she curled up by her pillows with her knees to her chest. Her mind was swirling like a twister, too fast for her to comprehend anything before another bubbling thought worked its way in the mess.

As soon as she reasoned out some kind of coincidental explanation (maybe his sister had made a duplicate and gifted it to someone who just so happened to put on cam shows?) the vision of H—or should she call him Harry now?—draped with the unmistakable pattern over his shoulders shocked her again.

What was she supposed to do now?

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(Y/N) didn't realize how long she had sat curled up by her pillows until her phone buzzed with a thrumming pulse that pulled her from her thoughts. She jumped in her spot, finding the device bundled in the tufts of her bedding with the screen lit up and Harry's contact plastered across.

She hesitantly reached for it, her heart racing. Did he know she knew now? Was he calling to interrogate her and see why she'd never said anything before, as if she was supposed to have known the whole time?

Pushing her irrationality to the side, she shakily swiped her finger across the width of her phone and answered his call.

"Hello?" she started, hoping she had schooled her voice enough to hide the waver.

"Hi flower, what are you up to?" She could tell he was smiling on the other end. She could picture his dimples so clearly dented into his cheeks, though now the rest of the picture of him didn't make much sense.

"Just getting ready to work on that creative writing assignment I was telling you about," she lied, her nervous gaze unable to settle on anything for too long before darting across the room, "What about you?"

"I jus' got off work—got called in for a short shift, so I thought I'd give you a call before I went home and slept." In the background, she swore she could hear the sound of clothing rustling like he was bundling up a pile that had been discarded. "I miss you, love."

"I miss you, too, Harry."

He was at work, huh?

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(Y/N) felt off-kilter as she walked into Stanfill's lecture that Monday. Though the guilt followed her, she had canceled on her plans with Harry for the past Saturday since she didn't trust herself to sit with him and not blurt out the new suspicions that had taken root in her head. Today would be the first time she'd seen him since last Friday (both in class and on her computer screen it would seem). But, she had taken all weekend and coached herself through the newfound information.

Maybe it was naive of her, but she'd reasoned with herself all weekend, finding enough explanations (she didn't care how thin) to turn the whole thing into a weird coincidence in her mind. Now, all she needed to do was believe them.

In his usual spot beside her own unassigned-assigned seat, Harry was perched with a giddy smile on his face. A bright orange sweater was draped over the back of his seat, the piece assumedly having been used to cover him through the chilly morning, leaving him in only a thin, white t-shirt that was stretched over his chest, fitting of the heat that now dominated the afternoon. His grin only brightened when he caught sight of her scaling the stairs, his eyes following her.

"Hi flower," he crooned, his gaze warm as he tenderly flitted his eyes over her form and the planes of her features.

"Hi Harry," she smiled, taking her spot beside him. Before she had a chance to set up her materials, he fit an arm around her waist and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek in greeting.

"You're feeling better from this weekend, right?" Harry asked when he pulled away, referencing the excuse she had used to get out of their plans.

Her heart stuttered over the guilt that pumped through her veins at the mention of her sordid excuse. She nodded her head with her attention spent on setting up notes. "Yeah, I think it was just one of those twenty-four hour things, so I'm feeling better."

"Good, I was worried about you. Almost came over with some soup or something for you." He ended with an airy laugh, the warmth of his gaze trailing over her form.

(YN) finally chanced a look in his direction since sitting down. The thin material she had spotted at the landing of the stairs was much more see-through than she had realized, allowing black designs inked onto Harry's skin to shine through. Thanks to the heavy sweaters and thick knits he typically wore to class, this was the first time she had noticed he had any more tattoos than the fading cross etched on his hand.

She hated to think that she already knew what designs decorated his skin.

"What?" Harry smiled, catching the way her eyes lingered over his chest, "Is there something on m'shirt?"

"No, no," she shook her head, rolling her lips between her teeth before growing the courage to start the conversation she was scared to hear his side of, "I just didn't know you had so many tattoos."

"Really?" he laughed, angling his body towards her as if to give a full view of the muffled ink, "I thought y'knew. Have y'never seen the one on m'hand?" He offered up his hand as his to prove there was a tattoo on the skin, the stretch allowing for an inch of the ink on his wrist to be revealed as the sleeve rode up.

"Well, yeah," she smiled though the curl was tight, "I can just see a lot more than I ever have before through your shirt. How many do you have?"

He shrugged nonchalantly, curling up the sleeve of his shirt to reveal the details of the darkened spots that had shone through his top. "I lost count, but I've got the most of them up this arm, then a few on m'chest and ribs, and some on m'legs."

The farther up he tugged the fabric, the more designs (Y/N) recognized. The topless mermaid she had seen stretched over taut muscles and thick veins, a beetle looking bug on the delicate underside, a large rose inked over his elbow, and the beginnings of the anatomical heart on the inside of his bicep. The small tattoos inked on his wrist and the delicate scripts that detailed out names of people she was sure were close to him rounded out the tattoos she recognized in the form of pixels through her laptop screen.

She resisted the urge to trail her fingers over the ink and catch the texture of the skin she had been admiring for longer than she had realized, instead flicking her gaze to his own. "What do you have on your chest?"

He brightened at her question leaning back to touch his fingers to the spaces just under his collarbones, "I've got a pair of birds on m'chest,"—his touch slid down to his tummy—"a butterfly right here, and a set of laurels on m'hips."

From the neckline of his top, (Y/N) was able to spot the very tips of the wings of his inked birds. Though her face was stuck in a pleasant smile, her heart was thrumming like a hummingbird's and her mind was quickly dissolving to something close to a plate of twirled spaghetti. She couldn't act naive anymore, she knew that.

This was the confirmation she had been looking for, but feared finding. Now she couldn't just write this off and forget what she'd seen.

"That's really cool, Harry. I had no idea."

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(Y/N) had to psych herself up as she approached Stanfill's door Friday afternoon. She and Harry hadn't seen much of each other since Monday's lecture, Harry having been conveniently busy with work leaving them only a spare couple of hours on Wednesday night to meet up at the library before he rushed out after claiming to be called in by his boss. (She tried to ignore it, but (Y/N) couldn't help but notice the way that the cam page was suddenly full of new content with promises of more coming soon that lined up a little too well with Harry's demanding hours). She was grateful for the distance, honestly.

Now that she had resigned herself to the truth, it was better for her to limit her time around him in case she suddenly burst out with an accusation. (She didn't know what was more embarrassing: being accused of being a cam-performer or admitting to being an avid viewer of one). She had prepped herself heavily, schooling herself into keeping her mouth shut around him in case she let something slip she wasn't supposed to, but she still felt a little too close to the edge for comfort. Despite her hesitation, she knew she didn't have much choice but to show her face for class and get through the lecture.

Harry, as per usual, was already set up and perched in his seat when (Y/N) drew the courage to quit pretending to look at her phone and step through the heavy doors to her physics course. He held a beaming smile on his features, his dimples only deepening the farther up the stairs she went.

"Hi, love," he crooned once she was close enough, reaching to pull her chair out for her like the gentleman she was familiar with.

"Hi," she murmured, a small smile on her face as she peeked at him through her lashes. As much as she was shocked by her revelation (and a bit perturbed at the ease of which he lied to her with), there was still a soft spot in her heart for him she didn't see hardening anytime soon.

"I've missed you," he whispered, leaning closer with a careful eye on her reaction before planting his lips delicately against her cheek, "How was your morning?"

"Good, good," she prattled, setting up her laptop even though she knew she was only going to copy off of Harry's notes later, "Just tired and everything. What about you?"

"'M much better now," he flirted, a shy pink tint coloring his cheeks, "But it was fine, jus' been waiting to see you."

Her heart stuttered in her chest as she processed his words, the beat fluttering like a pair of wings on a bumbling bee. Yeah, he still had her—definitely.

"You're sweet, Harry," she smiled, melting into her seat.

She was vaguely aware of him recounting a tale of one of his friends (she thinks his name is Niji, but Harry wasn't the best at reminding her of his friends she had never met) as her eyes trailed over his form and to the typical spread that covered his work station. His notebooks were neatly organized as she'd come to expect, though there was a new development with a tattered pencil bag now holding all of his pens and highlighters he was fond of. She could tell it was old with the graphite dusting that stained the canvas material and etchings of a bored teenager who doodled in class.

One of the blackened markings on the bag caught her eye and made her freeze for a beat.

It was a small spot with the letters scripted in a familiar handwriting: TPWK.

It was one of the more loved spots on the bag, the acronym having been traced over and over enough to have embedded the lead into the weaving. (Y/N) recognized it in an instant, the letters being the signature ending to majority of H's (or should she just start calling him Harry now, at this point?) posts on his site. She had figured it was nothing more than a reiteration of his username, but (Y/N) didn't think Harry would be etching his cam-site username into his school materials as a teenager. At least, she hoped.

"Are y'even listening to me, flower? I didn't think I was as boring as Stanfill, but you're really humbling me right now."

Harry's soft laughter pulled her from her mind, drawing her eye from his pencil bag to find him with a shrewd smile on his lips and a soft aura circling his iris.

"Sorry, sorry," she rushed, flicking her gaze back to the acronym without thinking, "I was just... What does that mean?" Without permission, her traitorous words slipped free in conjunction with her finger pointing out the etching on his bag.

"Oh," he sounded, his brows coming to a furrow as he realized what she was referring to, "It was jus' something my mum used to say to m'sister and I growing up. It means treat people with kindness."

Glancing through the frame of her lashes, (Y/N) rolled her lips between her teeth as she listened to his explanation. Her anxiety heightened as she realized this might be her only chance to confess to the knowledge she'd been holding back. This wasn't the best place—right in the middle of a lecture hall with their professor gearing up to start class—, but she didn't think she would ever have the courage again before the burden deteriorated her. She could barely even look at Harry, for crying out loud! She couldn't keep this in if she wanted to stay with him.

"Oh," she parroted, nodding her head as she directed her gaze to the letters, "I thought it stood for—um—treat people with kisses."

Harry's muscles immediately stiffened at the mention of his username, his hands becoming restless as he fiddled with the glasses perched on his nose. His eyes were clear as he scanned over her face, gauging for a reaction in a way she wasn't familiar with. "And why did y'think that?"

The sound of her heartbeat rang through her ears along with the sound of rushing water as her blood pumped through her veins. It was now or never.

"I've seen some things, and—um—there's someone who uses something really similar to that on their website, I've found." She capped her mouth before she could reveal any more in the middle of a packed lecture hall, sealing her lips together as she anticipated Harry's reaction.

That was when his facade seemed to crumble. He was realizing that she knew, that much she could tell from his expression as Harry nodded his head. He let out a string of mumbled okay's before he dropped his head to stare at the linoleum lining the floor, a heavy hand skimming through his hair. His fingers twitched as he delivered a tight tug at his roots.

"Fuck, okay," he swore, the first time (Y/N) had ever heard her Harry curse, "(Y/N), I—"

Before much else to fall from his lips, Professor Stanfill started class with a boom of his monotone voice. Unlike usual, Harry didn't rise to attention, his posture staying slumped with his gaze looking helpless as he fought for words. (Y/N) took the opportunity to break and face forward; she couldn't look at him struggle like that anymore, especially knowing that she was the reason he was having to face this in the middle of lecture.

As Stanfill started on the unit, (Y/N) could only halfway listen when her attention was placed on the boy beside her who couldn't seem to get comfortable in his own skin. His leg was restless as it bounced under the table, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, and his teeth chewing his bottom lip. She could feel his eyes flicking to her every few seconds, his gaze unable to settle before it was flitting across the room once more.

Harry had made it only ten minutes into class before he crossed the space between their chairs, leaning close to her though he didn't dare touch her. His lips were level with her ear, though she knew he was making a point to keep a distance, with only a tickle of his breath being felt against her neck.

"(Y/N)... I can explain. I jus' need t—"

"Mr. Styles, is there a problem back there?"

He froze for a moment under the attention, (Y/N) fully expecting Harry to back down and offer a polite no, sir, before melting back into his seat. Instead, she was shocked to find him shoveling his things back into his bag with frantic hands.

"Actually, sir," he started, giving (Y/N) a pleading look, "(Y/N) and I need to be excused. My apologies."

Harry grabbed for her elbow, urging her to grab her things in a scramble before he led her from the silent lecture hall. Not once did (Y/N) see even a tint of blush climb Harry's features.

Out in the hall, the clang of the heavy doors falling shut echoed loudly through the empty space. Harry didn't stop there, continuing to tug her through the doors leading to the quad, the corridor seemingly too small for the extent of his whirlwind feelings. Out on the green, only a small study group could be seen gathered in the far corner meters away beside the grandiose fountain (Y/N) passed on her way to the library, leaving them virtually alone.

She stayed back under the cover of the portico, her book bag tucked under her arm as she watched Harry pace over the grass that surrounded the building. His hands were relentless, digging through his hair and throwing the strands askew.

And, she thought she felt guilty keeping the information from him.

"So," he sighed, his feet coming to a standstill planted in the grass, "You know?"

"Mhm," she gulped, nodding her head despite the fact his eyes were trained on his feet, "I found you a few months ago but I just realized it was you."

When he raised his hands, (Y/N) expected another round of messing his hair, but instead he dug the heels of his palms into his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. He couldn't even look at her.

"And?"

She struggled with how to put her thoughts into words, unsure of how to make any of it make sense to him when it barely made sense to herself. "Well, it's definitely not what I expected... I never thought you'd..."

Her useless words trailed off, her half explanation hanging in the air when she realized she didn't know what else to say. What a supportive girlfriend she was; she couldn't even reassure him when he had so clearly taken her spot on the edge.

Harry's chest expanded with a shaky breath, his head shaking in jerking nods at her half-baked sentence. "Okay," he breathed, the words breaking under the weight of his anxiety, "Okay." When he finally managed to pull his hands from his face and look at her, his tear-sheened eyes were tinged with a red that matched the embarrassed hue of his cheeks, "I—uh—I have to go, (Y/N). I'll... I'll talk to you later."

"Wait, Har—"

Before she could even finish, he was rushing away with his bag banging against his knees and his  hand visibly tugging at his curls. He didn't stop or even slow at the sound of her protest—(Y/N) could have even argued that he walked away faster.

Shit.

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inertia is the law that dictates if any outside force is given to an object, its course will change

only one part left:( this one def has a lot of what everyone was waiting for and speculating over so I really hope it measures up to the ideas I heard!!! thank you so much for reading and sorry for any mistakes! lmk if you have any ideas for the next part or requests of your own!!

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That submissive reader fic with aizawa and present mic? How would they break darling in for the first time to fuck her at the same time? I feel like they'd be perverse enough to take her pussy at the same time

(Ngl I never know how to differentiate between fics and one shots and drabbles and thirsts lol but I’m glad u enjoyed that fic abt them (This fic))

Oh man, they so would.

It would be Hizashi who’s super into it. He bugs Shouta about it, brings it up over breakfast, asks his husband for his thoughts about the idea while they’re brushing their teeth together and you’re already asleep.

Shouta isn’t too sure. You’re so sensitive, and a little bit of a crybaby honestly, scared of most new things that they try to introduce to you. He remembers the first time they had brought out toys to play with one night, how wide your eyes had gotten at the sight of their collection of dildos and clamps and massagers.

You had cried then, had to be restrained before they could show you how the toys worked, using them on each other before using them on you.

So it takes some convincing from Hizashi before Shouta even begins to consider it.

How hot you would look, bouncing on both their cocks, stuffed full and being claimed by both of them. They’d be able to feel each other inside you, their cum would mix and froth in your pussy, you’d moan so sweetly when you got too fucked out to be anxious or scared.

Shouta insists ‘Zashi has to try it out first, taking Shouta’s cock and a dildo in his own hole before subjecting you to it. Lots of lube was involved (they’d have to purchase more to use with you), but the payoff was incredible in terms of sensation and intimacy. Shouta was hooked.

It takes time to relax you.

One of them fucks you, then adds a finger or two while you’re crying and trembling through your orgasm, gasping out that it’s too much, that you can’t take it, no more.

They play with dildos, sizing them up larger and larger until you’re sweetly begging them not to put it in you, that you’d much rather get speared on one of their (smaller) cocks instead. That you’d do anything, you don’t want to get torn apart.

Shouta shows you that you can take it, that your hole will stretch and you won’t break. Hizashi helps.

It’s still way too soon, far sooner than they had planned, but Hizashi is excited and feeling good as he gets to hammer away at your “pretty ‘lil princess parts”.

They’d introduced you to wine and alcohol earlier that evening, Hizashi laughing brashly when you had made a sour face at the taste, claiming you didn’t like it. Shouta sipped his own glass at the end of the couch, suggested to his husband that he should mix a couple of drinks for you.

You didn’t mind alcohol when you couldn’t taste it underneath the sweet tang of soda.

Now you’re buzzed and pliant, tolerating the attention they’re showering you and your body with.

“Sho’, c’mon, slide in here with me. She can take it, she’s a champ.”

You’re so focused on the feeling of his cock hammering into your sweet spot that you don’t really register the words and don’t have time to panic.

“I don’t thin-”

“Don’t think, just do baby. She feels so good honey, is gonna feel even better with you right here with me.” Hizashi pleads, hugging you to his body as you’re dragged along his cock.

Surprisingly, Shouta relents.

You feel his warmth slide up to your back, pressing you ever closer to the blonde, his hands planted on your ribs. Then everything gets wetter, slicker and messier - Shouta’s added lube into the mix, absolutely drenching his cock in the goo and rubbing it onto your pussy. Hizashi doesn’t have the patience to fully pull out, instead just stilling his hips inside you so Shouta can maneuver into place.

“What’r’y-mmhn...” You slur, feeling fingers slip in beside ‘Zashi’s length. They’re warm and familiar at this point as they slowly work to scissor you open, stretch you even more.

Time passes in a fuzzy fog, your world slowly gaining more clarity as you fade from the high of getting fucked, instead just basically cockwarming the pretty blonde while his husband tries to shove four of his fingers in alongside ‘Zashi’s length.

Then the fingers squelch free, and there’s another blunt, hot cock head pressed to your entrance.

Your eyes shoot wide open, panic zipping through your veins. 

“WaIT-!!!!” The frightened shout tapers off onto a terrified squeal as Shouta gives a little thrust, popping the tip of his length past your opening as he let out a little groan.

There’s hands on your waist, hands on your shoulders and on your ribs. You don’t know which ones belong to who, but you’re not quite sure that it really matters at this point.

Not when you’re being slowly fucked by two cocks. In the same hole.

But surprisingly, there isn’t much pain besides a slight uncomfortable burn and the stretch of a filled-to-bursting space. They had done a good job with preparing your body. But hardly any prep had been given to your mind.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my-”

“Sweetie, look at you. You’re so fuckin’ sexy and beautiful.” Hizashi breathed, voice a bit tight and strained. He was holding himself back, blunt fingernails scraping uselessly at your skin as he struggled to keep himself from rabbiting his hips against yours. 

“It’s alright, just breathe.” The dark haired man pressed to your back purred.

The piercings in Hizashi’s cock were hitting you just right, being pressed even harder against your walls as Shouta slowly slid home beside him, both men moaning in pleasure.

A kiss was pressed to your shoulder, then Hizashi was sweetly accepting his husbands lips on his own while your watched with a detached sense. 

Was this really happening?

Did you really have... two cocks inside your poor body?

Hizashi pulled back, and then your lips were connected to his. Moments passed where the only movement was the three of you exchanging kisses, tongues slipping together wetly, gentle little smacks and licking of lips and soft smiles as you all breathed the same air.

Then the blonde had finally had enough. 

“God Sho’, ‘m sorry but I gotta move.”

“Try to-”

“I know, I ain’t trying to hurt our girl.”

His hips moved so fluidly against yours, all three of you gasping at the initial rocking motion that was made.

Shouta groaned low in his throat, falling forward to rest his head between your shoulders blades. You could feel the goosebumps on his arm.

None of this felt real. It was like a bad dream. A very very bad dream.

A dream that kept speeding up, with Hizashi moving against you, encouraging his husband to move, giving the dark haired-man a kiss when he gave in, slowly rolling his hips.

They fell into an easy rhythm, but you still couldn’t keep up - gasping and trying not to move too much, choking up at the dual sensations battering against your pussy, Hizashi’s pubic piercing rubbing quickly against your clit on every upward thrust.

Too much for your body to handle.

“Oh! Jesus chri-” Hizashi choked on his words as your walls spasmed, tightening up and bearing down on their cocks. His thrusts stuttered, then stilled as his thighs shook.

There was no room for his cum inside you.

As Shouta continued to thrust, it began dripping out slowly, warm and viscous. Hizashi didn’t pull out though, breathing heavily as his cock softened, whimpering a bit as it began to raw from overstimulation from Shouta thrusting up against it, from your walls milking you both.

But he didn’t move.

You could feel Shouta smiling against your skin, feel his teeth as he slowly sank them into your flesh, biting down but not hard enough to hurt, just enough to grab and anchor himself.

Their cum mixed together, white and thick and frothy, sliding out of you in thick globs even as Shouta buried himself balls deep.

Hizashi had been right - it did feel good for them.

You still weren’t sure that it felt good for you.

[mourntheantagonist]

In honor of today, June 9th, I bestow upon you a gift to celebrate the day.

The Sex Number

warning: explicit

read on ao3

There was a long list of things that guys like him were supposed to like. He was supposed to like cars and trucks, he was supposed to like blue and not pink, he was supposed to listen to rock but not pop, he was supposed to like beer and not cocktails because he was supposed to be the man that Neil raised him to be. Sure enough, Billy liked all the things he was supposed to like all the way from muscle cars to metal music.

There was just one thing.

Dick was not on the list of Neil approved enjoyments.

But that didn’t stop Billy from dropping to his knees every chance he got.

It was easy with the other guys. Any guy, gay or straight and horny enough would not pass up the offer to have Billy’s lips wrapped around their cock. Billy ate it all up in every sense of the phrase, milking each guy for every moan he could get them to produce. He lived for it, he was hungry for it, like it was food he needed to survive.

Then there was Steve, who Billy quickly found out had a similar taste.

The first time the two of them hooked up in a locked room and a random high school house party, Steve was the first one down on his knees, practically ripping off the button of Billy’s jeans like he was opening a gift on Christmas morning. Billy had stumbled back into the wall behind him before Steve could even wrap his lips around him, just the thought of being in the other position alone made his dick twitch.

It was mind-numbingly, breathtakingly, earth shatteringly amazing, and Billy wanted nothing more than to return the favor and add an extra dose of euphoria to his already heightened state by having the dick that haunted his fantasies finally in the space of his own mouth.

But he was exhausted. His knees felt like they were seconds away from buckling underneath him, and Steve was no better, tossing his head back and laying out on the floor with his own dick wrapped in his hand whose cum was actively dripping down Billy’s thigh.

As much as the two of them hated to admit it, they were still the same horny teenagers who couldn’t last any longer than five minutes maximum when it was with one another. It was like they had some kind of special ability over each other that sucked the orgasm out along with every last bit of energy.

So, it was always a race to see who would get on their knees first.

The two of them were lying in Steve’s bed one night after Billy had got off work at the pool. He smelled of chlorine, and something about it always got Steve so riled up that Billy skipped the after work shower every single time.

They were essentially completely undressed save for the briefs that still hugged their hips and grew ever so tighter every time Steve hit the sweet spot on his neck just right. They were all trailing hands and sloppy kisses and it was getting closer and closer to the moment they were leading up to and the itch that had been scratching Billy’s brain for roughly a week hadn’t gone away like he hoped it would.

They were in the perfect place. They were in a soft and comfortable bed in an empty house with a locked door with the calming sounds of the breeze and chirping crickets flowing in through the open window.

“I wanna suck you off.” Billy gasped as Steve bit down gently on the skin just above his collar bone, the thought escaping without warning.

Steve hummed into the crook of Billy’s neck. “Not if I beat you to it.”

Billy squirmed as Steve started to roll Billy onto his back, wriggling himself out from under Steve and rolling over to the other side of the bed.

Steve fell back, his head hitting the pillow. “What’s going on?” Steve asked.

Billy felt a fluttering in his stomach as he thought about it in his mind. “Nothing.” he said. “I just want to try something.”

Steve didn’t ask him to clarify, which Billy was grateful for because he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to explain it right if he tried. Steve just looked intrigued, waiting patiently on his side for Billy to show him exactly what he was talking about.

Billy turned his whole body around so that his head was at the foot of the bed. Billy shifted around until he found his eyes locked directly on the prize—the gift wrapped up in a revealing white fabric. Billy reached a hand up and with one finger he traced along the outline of Steve’s erection before slipping that same finger below the waistband.

“Who said we have to take turns?” Billy asked, using both hands to slip Steve’s briefs down, or up, or whatever direction to his knees, exhaling a hot breath onto the highly sensitive area.

Steve had quickly started to follow along, doing just as Billy was doing on the other end of the bed.

Billy felt as though he had a million fuses burning off in his head, ready to go off the second they both connected like an electrical circuit, ready to release a gorgeous display of fireworks.

Billy was right about the fireworks. No amount of shoving his own fingers in his mouth while he face fucked Steve could have prepared him for the moment that he finally got to give and receive at the exact same time. He brought Steve all the way down to his throat so he couldn’t possibly breathe, because it wasn’t like he could breathe anyway with what Steve was doing to the lower half of him. Steve’s lips, soft warm and sweet with hands that knew exactly what to do to make him choke while Billy was already gladly and happily choking on something other than his own breath, eyes watering and throat full.

Billy didn’t like the angle. He didn’t like that he didn’t have the full use of his hands as one was being used to prop him up on his side.

Billy came up for air, slobbering directly onto the bright red tip of Steve’s dick, bottom lip still in contact. Billy took a second to examine the situation before deciding to swing his right leg up and over so that he was reverse straddling Steve, hovering in the air on all fours letting his dick hang right over Steve’s face like a crib mobile.

Billy went back in, eating his food like a dog who hadn’t been fed all day. He positioned his forearms on Steve’s hips and bobbed up and down on Steve’s cock, using his own hips to thrust his dick in and out of Steve’s mouth. He felt like a seesaw moving back and forth.

Billy moaned around Steve’s cock, eyes fluttering shut as he swirled his tongue around like he was on an expedition. He felt like he was floating. His whole body tingled.

Billy felt two hands grip the underside of his ass and push him up, and Billy immediately stopped moving, but he didn’t remove his lips from around Steve. He couldn’t see Steve, but he could hear him whimper and Billy savored the sound for whatever it was worth. Steve wasn’t telling him to stop, he had something else on his mind.

“Sit on my face.” Steve said with a shy and shaky breath that was full of desire.

Billy gasped around Steve’s dick and his eyes shot open at the request. Steve moved his hands up to the crease of Billy’s hips with crawling fingers and gripped him tight, pulling him down onto him.

Billy let his knees relax, allowing himself to use Steve’s face as a chair, fully unprepared for the firework show that was about to shoot all of his brain matter onto the walls of the room.

Billy felt as Steve’s tongue licked up and down over his hole. He could feel his dick leaking onto Steve’s chest, creating a sticky mess of his chest hair. Billy was finding it increasingly harder to focus on pleasuring Steve as the other used his hands to spread open his cheeks, darting his tongue into the cave of his hole, fucking Billy from behind with his own mouth.

Neither of the two of them were able to breathe. Steve was happily suffocating underneath the weight of Billy while Billy gladly kept Steve at the base of his throat, refusing to come up for air. Everything was sensational. Sensation after sensation. So many sensations. He was having a sensory overload in the best way imaginable and he was so close, too close.

He worked away at Steve harder, pulling every trick he could possibly think of to get Steve to come before he did. He couldn’t hear any sounds coming out of Steve to go off of, and if it hadn’t been for the tongue that was actively swirling around inside of him, he would have thought that Steve had suffocated to death.

The only warning Billy had to go off of that Steve was about to come was the way his thumbs had dug into the meat of his ass like he was hanging on for dear life. Billy took it like a champ, doubling down and letting Steve spill himself directly down Billy’s throat.

Billy was only seconds behind Steve, and he was beyond impressed with the way that Steve hadn’t for even a second stopped what he was doing while he came, still using that tongue like he was digging for gold until he finally felt the warmth of Billy’s cum hit his chest and trail down to his belly button.

Billy collapsed forward on top of Steve, resting his head on Steve’s thigh like it was the softest pillow in the world. He could hear the way Steve gasped for air as his face was finally released from underneath him. Billy could feel the heaving of Steve’s chest, moving Billy’s body up and down like he was riding a carousel.

“Fuck, that was—”

“Amazing.” Steve finished, using whatever breath he had left to say it out loud.

“Life changing.” Billy corrected.

Steve laughed.

“How did you hold your breath for that long?” Billy asked, completely bewildered and overcome with euphoria. His whole body was shaking and numb. He felt like he weighed a million pounds.

Steve turned his head and placed a kiss on Billy's inner thigh, slowly finding the ability to breathe again even while his lungs were being compressed by Billy’s weight on top of him.

“You’re not the only trained life-guard in this room.”

[sweetsbfreex]

a styles snow day

Summary: In Boston, with your family. You and H have a snow day with your daughter. After a hectic morning that is

Warnings: none!

Pairing: Dad, Husband!Harry x reader

The shuffling of soft feet against the sheets had shaken you awake, causing you to open your eyes. You ignore it, but before sleep could take you away again. A sharp strike, from a very soft foot, landed between your shoulders

You open your eyes wide, emitting a raspy whine into the morning air. Reaching your hand back to stop the tiny foot from landing another strike. In result you hear cute giggles causing you to turn, her foot still in your clutch, to see your eighteen month old.

You closed eyes for a second, letting out a low sigh before you scooped her up. Both of you laying on your sides, facing each other, one of her legs laid against your hip. 

You reached your hand out to fix the catastrophe that was her hair. 

“Not nice Ava...Why is it always me hm...Why don’t you ever wake dad like this?” you ask. 

She stared at you, smiling. Only elevator music playing in her morning mind right now. Her small body encased with one of Harry’s very old shirts at her knees. One that his mother had saved for when he had his first child.

“Go wake up dad” you whispered in her ear, your hand cupping the back of her tiny ear.

She looked up at you, her face now amused at your special request. Without any questions, she shuffled her bum to her dad. Who was on his side, his back away from the two of you. Draping her upper body over his torso, her teeny legs pointed out to stabilize herself. Taking an arn that wasn't holding herself up. She reached her chubby fingers to her father’s eye, pulling his eye lid up. 

Giggling to herself when Harry’s eye began to move around, then upward at her face which was upside down to him. Then she laughed a bit more when both his eyes startled open in shock.

“Daddy!” she squealed.

Harry groaned, a light pout on his face before he pulled Ava’s finger from his eye. “Hi baby” he smiled, pulling his girl over so she became cocooned in his arms against his chest.

“Mum set you up to this right?” he asked, turning his head around to see a “sleeping” y/n. 

“For someone who’s supposed to love me...you are such a menace”. He told his other girl. Watching as she laughed, blowing the cover she thought she had. “Caught ya’” he mumbled, turning back to his baby’s giggles. 

You got up, reaching your body over your end of the bed to place a kiss on his shoulder. Making your way over to the three window walls beside your bed. When you rolled up the first blind. A small comical gasp got your attention, looking behind you to see her shocked gaze on the snow.

“Snow!” She gleamed, removing herself from Harry and sprinting to the window. Her nose and palms all up in the glass. Watching the thick layer of snow that buried your spacious backyard. 

All three of you had landed in your home in Boston, coming back from visiting your parents, late last night. And with the moving around she had to do a long with the flight. she didn’t get a chance to see the snowfall in the middle of the night. 

“I know” you told her, matching her energy. “You wanna play in it later?” You asked, bringing your hand down to pull her away from the glass.

She jumped up and down nodding her head in reply. 

“Let’s eat first then we can later”

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Now you were all in the kitchen/dining (since they shared the same space). After Harry took out Milo, the family’s Australian shepherd, from his cage to the front yard. Now he was chasing? Or Ava was chasing him?. The loud dog pants, the sound of feet/paws against the wood, Ava’s giggles, the music Harry decided to play, and your whines, were all mixed.  Because Harry would. not. Let you go.  

“Do you want to starve? I need to make breakfast” you lean your head back on his shoulder. Being currently enveloped by both his arms, closing you between his chest and the counter. 

“You’re popping a couple of eggos in the toaster, chill out” he snickered.

You smiled at his teasing, kissing his cheek before turning your way back to the eggs you were mixing first. He stayed behind you placing kiss after kiss to your shoulder, then your neck, then to the cut of your jaw. 

You giggled, reeling him in a bit as you brandished your butt against him. Eyes averting to Harry's fingers which were clenching the counter a bit.

And ever so quickly you tilted your head, so your mouth was to his ear whispering...

“Go fill Milo’s bowl” you tell him, turning your head to kiss one of his shoulders. Before they deflated and Harry sported a dejected look on his face. 

“I’ll remember this the next time the roles reverse hm?” he tells you, pinching your butt and then strolling away to the pantry. 

And it was peaceful for a little until frill cries interrupted it; and Harry’s voice cooing Ava was what you heard. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask him, leaving the eggs and turning off the warming pan. 

“Sad because Milo’s not playing anymore” he chuckles, rubbing his hand.

“You ready for your pancakes?” You ask her. 

At that the instant crocodile tears ended, as expected, while she nodded her head yes. You and Harry shared a laugh before he brought to the table, sitting in her booster seat. While you popped some eggos in the toaster. 

“Har! Are you eating pancakes too?” You yell out to him. 

“No thank you, ‘m gonna eat the eggs” he replied to you, leaving Ava with her coloring sheet.  

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You were all roughly done. Milo finished his breakfast a while ago, now he laid next to Ava’s chair looking with hope at everyone eating.

And when her parents were no longer paying attention to her, instead to each other. Ava used her nimble fingers to break a piece of her bacon. Bringing it to her mouth before “accidentally” dropping it on the floor. Smiling down at her best friend who ate it with pleasure. 

‘Poor mimi’ she thought

Taking a bit of her pancakes between her fingers, she tried it one more time. Instead a different method; as she hid the piece of her syrup-less pancake in her closed fist. Yawning slyly, bringing her arms above her hands after she looked down at the puppy eyes Milo gave her. And bringing them to lay against her side; dropping the pancake onto the mixed fur beneath her.

“Ey!” Harry voiced, catching her in the act. 

You turned around confused, watching as she jumped in her seat, looking up at her father in a stunned manner. 

“What were you doing Ava?” You asked. 

She looked at both her parents, pushing her bottom lip out. 

“Milo is hungry!” She defended 

“Are we supposed to be feeding Milo anything that isn’t dog food?” He tests her. 

“No” she murmurs. Eyebrows wrinkled together and lips pouted causing her cheeks to fill out more than usual. Her small face was in perfect view to get a glance of her expression. Then in a haste she tucked her chin into her body, so all you both saw was the top of her bed head.  

The couple wasn’t against giving Milo “human food”, he’d get some from time to time, not too much. But with a child it was a bit different. Ava didn’t know what a dog could and couldn’t eat, so the two of them had to be stricter when it came to her giving Milo food. They’d also been training Milo to not accept food Ava get him, but the two of them were like peas in a pod. 

You and Harry looked at each other. You raised your eyebrows to him, wondering how the pair of you should go about this. He shrugs backs at you, a smile etched on his face as he eyes his child again. 

She sat still in her chair, keeping the heartbroken visage on her face. Ava decided to add a dash of spice into her act by crossing her arms over her chest . Without context you would think you told her she would never be able to watch Disney movies ever again! 

You decided to take the reigns.

“Babe do you want Milo to have to go to the doctor?” You asked her. 

“No.” She responded short.

“Talk appropriately, Ava” Harry told her. 

“No, mommy” she repeated herself, looking up this time, her arms uncrossed and instead sat in her lap. 

“If you keep giving her human food he’ll get sick, then he’ll have to go to the doctor...then you could be arrested” you pout at her pinching her cheeks.

“Y/N!” Harry hissed, his foot breezing past your shin.

“What? It worked on me”

“Okay Okay, you won’t go to jail, mommy’s fibbing. I’m

Sorry”

“You’re fibbing?” She murmurs, using her palm to clear her bangs from her forehead. Looking at Harry for confirmation as you both nod.

“But you can’t feed Milo human food, it’s not good for him” you remind her. 

“Okay. I won’t feed Milo anymore. Promise!” she answers in a hushed tone, reaching her hands up so you could pull her into your lap.

You did so kissing the top of her head

“Mumma?” Tilting her head back. 

“Yea?”

“You eat the pancakes, I don’t want them,” she remarked, tossing her head side-to-side and patting her plump stomach. Sticking her tongue out in an icky manner, meaning she was full. 

You and Harry shared a quick laugh at her chaotic antics.

“Ready to go out and play?” Which resulted in a large hoot led by Harry.

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Everyone showered by two, the sun brighter than when you woke up, and the snow falling down softer, in a flurry. 

Before you all left the London home, you had ordered the three of you matching garments and gloves for the pictures you knew you and Harry would take.

Currently,  you and Harry were clad in thick turquoise jackets. Only struggling with the task of getting Ava dressed up. 

She was like a wiggling worm, wouldn’t stay still, even when you and Harry offered her some candy. Her infectious belly laughs only grew as she thought this was some kind of funny game. But it wasn't and you made that clear when you told her she wouldn't be playing in the snow until she dressed up. Did she sit down like a good girl. 

“Oh! Look at my baby!” you thrilled, holding her cheeks between your palms. Pulling her in for an eskimo kiss. Those have been her favorite for the longest. Ever since she got herself hooked on Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood. “You look so cute, beautiful” you tell her.  

She smiles at the compliments, such a narcissist she was. Always asking you if she looked pretty in this or that at least once a day. Along with checking herself out in the mirror for an extended amount of time. Such a narcissist. Yet, you also loved the way she tilted her chin down, head lolled to the side bashfully. 

Harry, like lightning,  put her beanie over her braided pigtails while you put on her black snow boots. He picked her up once she finished dressing up,setting her on his  blowing a raspberry on her chubby cheeks.

“Aren’t you guys the cutest” you hummed, pulling your phone out to take a picture. You chuckled when you watched the way her giggles disappeared at the sight of your phone. Instead a beaming smile, pressing her cheek to her father’s scruffy one. Snapping a few live photos of the two. 

“I wanna see” her palm out towards you for the phone. 

You shuffled yourself beside her, tilting the phone so they both could see the photos. 

“Look so beautiful. Hm?” Harry marveled, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek.

She grinned at his acclaim, “Yes” she dragged out the s. Nodding her head in a gentle manner before placing a kiss on his cheek.

“You look so good too, H” you tell him. Your hand rubbing the cheek that wasn’t occupied by Ava.

He, without a doubt, did. He decided to stop shaving the last two weeks and gosh did he look good. The turquoise color brought out the green of his eyes. Instead of letting his hair down, he decided he’d clip it back with one of your clips.

He kissed you on the lips then on your cheek in result, Also exchanging a string of compliments your way, by whispering some not safe for kid ears into yours.. Your stomach did a bit of a flip at his husky voice, before you slapped his chest in a truce like manner.

“Milo! Let’s go outside!” Harry shouted out, clutching your hand as he led the three of you downstairs. 

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The four of you were outside in the white blanket. Milo was doing his zoomies, astounded with this new found discovery. Before his non-stop running. The first thing Milo did, when he came in contact with the snow, was freeze (ears up in curiosity), then he stuck his nose into the snow, ate some snow. Now he was running in circles. 

Ava loved this, perched up on Harry’s shoulder as she giggled, her nimble finger following Milo’s body.

You had Harry’s phone pointed at the two of them, videoing the whole family. 

And Harry was feeling gratified. His baby was on his shoulder happy as a lark. His other baby had a radiating smile on her beautiful face while recording these moments. as always. And his pup was having the time of his life

“Baby!” you lose it when Harry also looks away from Milo to face you in no time. “Ava...Can you catch a snowflake like this?”

Harry blows a huff. He hates when you do that (half the time on purpose). Watching you tilt your head back, eyes closed, and your tongue out as you catch snow in your mouth. 

Ava catches on, her eyes go a bit crossed when she tries to see the snow landing on her tongue. 

“Here, baby, hold her for a bit” he tells you, bringing her down into your open arms (so she’s now on your hip). He leans down a bit to gather a bit of snow in his hands to make a snowball. Then once he’s done, he has a mischievous smile when he targets it to your chest. 

It startles you, “Harry!” 

And you halt, again, when the kid on your hip starts to wail. Her head thrown back and her eyes closed, sealed tight.

"Aww. Don't cry baby. Look at what you did Harry" you reprimand him in a jest. His eyebrows raise in surprise, not expecting for this to end in her tears. "Daddy's mean right? Watch this" you shush her, watching her until she opens her eyes, only in small hiccups. 

You crouch down carefully pulling some snow into your fist.

“Watch baby, gotta get revenge” you tell her smiling. Raising yourself up to then fling the snow into Harry’s chest. Ever the dramatic man. He clutched his heart over his jacket before falling back into the sea of snow groaning out. Opening one eye, when he hears the laugh of his precious girl. 

“Here” you tell Ava, giving her own ball of snow. She eyes it for a little before she tries to shove the snow into her mouth like crazy. Very likely you shouldn’t have shown her how to catch the snowflakes beforehand. You roll your eyes at Harry when you hear his chuckles at the exchange. 

When you tell her no and to throw it you watch her laugh as she flings it on top of her father. Who then groans again and lays with his tongue out and body spread out like the chalk outlines. You set her down to the ground and she zips to the “dead” body. She pokes his eye like earlier today because it always works, but when it doesn’t she relents to other forces.  

“Mimi!” she calls the shepheard over, pointing down at Harry. Who is slowly breaking his facade (but she doesn’t notice). Milo bounded forward to his owner with zeal. Sniffing around Harry for a bit before licking his face, inducing Harry to shout. Jump scaring the three of you, especially poor Milo who dashed away and Ava who fell on her butt. 

Ava didn’t appreciate it. Taking snow between her mittens and crushing it into H’s chest causing a laugh out of all you. 

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The sun was about to set and Harry and Ava were rolling up the last ball for the snowman’s head. You were smoothing the parts that were a bit rough. Milo was back in the house. Too tired from all the running he was doing, but you were able to get some family shots with him too. 

“Be careful, babe” Ava tells Harry (unnecessarily loud), when his foot gets caught in an icy patch.

“Thank you babe” he tells her, leaning down to kiss her chin. “Wonder where she gets that from. Hm?” he teases you, winking at you and puckering his lips to blow you a kiss. As you smile shyly looking away from him. 

They were on either side of you.  Ava nestled into your side, her arms around one of yours. All while Harry begins to lift the final snowball onto the other two. 

“There you go baby. Olaf!” he tells her one she’s finished. 

She isn’t excited and looks at the figure confused for a minute. You look up at Harry, eye brows pinched, he looks at you the same way, his hands on his hip when he shrugs at you. 

A little gasp makes you both turn your head to see her eyes light up and finger pointed upward, like in the movies.

“Forget his buttons, eyes, and nose” she tells you, trying to point at where each thing went. 

“You’re so right, smart girl, let me go get them, find some sticks too.”

You shuffle through the backdoor. Gaining ompant when Milo decides to come out of the living room. Rubbing his head on the way there. Going into the fridge you get the shortest carrot in the bag before moving into the fireplace for some coal.

When you walk back out, Ava is sitting on Harry's shoulders again. Her arms wrapped around his forehead with an iron grip. You hand her the carrot.

“Thank you mommy” she cheered, the tip of her cheeks getting firmer with her grin. 

You pinch her cheeks a little bit, in response. Turning around to place the coals in a shape of a smile, using the last five as his buttons and eyes. While doing this you notice the skinny branches as his arms.  

“Okay Miss Styles time for you to do the honor. Go ahead and give him his nose”

Harry squats down until Ava's leveled with the snowman's head. She decides, among herself, to twirl the carrot around so the pointed part of the carrot gets buried in the snow. You truly don't have the heart to correct her when you see how proud of herself she is. 

Once she finishes, Harry picks her up and off his shoulder so she's settled on his hip instead. He jostles her around, shouting an array of  "Yay! Ava!" The three of you clapping your hands together to celebrate. All while Ava revels in the abundance of praise, yet she huddles her into the comforts of her dad's shoulder. 

Her first snow day had gone way better than either of you would have imagined. You personally assumed that she would have hated it. Especially since it was a very cold substance. Or she would have cried the whole time, wanting to go back in instantly.

If anything, it was more perfect than anything. You loved your little family and there was quite possibly nothing that could replace the rush of emotions you felt when you were with them. Making these treasured moments. You think this all while Harry pulls you in for a kiss.

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heaven on your lips; matsukawa smau

synopsis; he finds refuge in that no matter what, you will always come back to him. he finds refuge in that he’s the sole reason for your pleasure and happiness. whether that be from the sidelines, or from within the four walls of your home, in the confines of your bedroom. no matter what, you’re his, and he’s yours, even if neither of you seem to notice it.

pairings; matsukawa issei x fwb!reader

genre; fluff, smut, humor

warnings; cursing and inappropriate language. nsfw and suggestive themes.

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“you look so— good.”

it’s the first thing that you notice when you slide open your door to greet semi, at exactly seven minutes past five in the evening. he’s punctual, and you’re sure of that because you’d heard the roar of his car’s engine arrive at your door seven minutes earlier. you’re not too upset about this though, because you’d needed those extra seven minutes of preparation and self boost, as much as he apparently did too.

at your words, semi laughs lightly, and the second thing you notice is just how much prettier he is in real life. of course, you’d met him before, spent hours with him too. but seeing him in a different light, from a different perspective, and also with how the two of you are older now, it somehow makes him even more attractive. his hair is the same lovely silver, dipping into a darker tone at the ends, and it’s styled nicely, yet not too neatly: making an effort, but effortlessly. his smile is slight and simple, and it sends a flurry of butterflies to the pit of your stomach. you shiver to try to rid yourself of them.

you were right, for the matter. he does look really good. he dons a plain, loose and thick, lavender sweatshirt, which compliments his hair rather nicely. it’s tucked into his black trousers, which have a two chains dangling from one hook in the front to the back on his right hip, similar to the chain on your own skirt. to compliment the simplicity of his sweatshirt, he wears a couple of chain necklaces, paired with a small cross. you were really right. 

as your eyes travel back up to his face, you notice the light pink that’s dusting his cheeks, and instead of eliciting a cheeky, teasing remark from you, all it does is fluster you even more, and you shiver lightly. so instead, you ask, “ready to go?” 

he nods at you, smiling and muttering a simple, “whenever you are,” before he steps back to allow you space to leave and shut the door behind you. 

soon after you’re in his car, the neighborhood’s music playing in the background as he drives off. he has the windows down, the wind’s breeze welcome despite it tousling your hair. december weather is always perfect back home: it’s not snowing yet, so it’s not too cold, but it’s not the stifling heat of the summer either. it’s settling somewhere in between, enough to make it necessary to wear thicker layers, but not to the point that your fingertips purple.

the route he takes is not familiar, but you still recognize the streets. it’s not a reason for worry either way; this date is iwaizumi-approved after all. you enjoy the scenery as it dashes by you, making small talk with him, catching up slightly as he drives the two of you to your destination. 

“would it scare you too much if i asked you to put on a blindfold?” he asks, eyeing you slightly with a careful smile. 

you laugh, twisting in your seat to face him better. “depends; what’s it gonna be for?” you tease, and he gasps jokingly at your insinuation. 

“that sounds more like a second date activity than a first, don’t you think?” he retorts. 

you giggle, leaning your head against the passenger seat’s headrest, watching him as he drives. he has a really nice side profile. a nice everything. “aw, already thinking of the second date?” you say. he only hums in amusement to humor you, pulling out the blindfold from his pocket and handing it to you. “alright, my life’s in your hands now, pretty boy,” you tell him, before you lift up the cloth, and tie it at the back of your head. 

when semi unlocks your car door, you try not to resort to your other senses as he leans down and takes your hand, leading you out of the car. his hands are firm, grasping yours steadily and firmly, and the pads of his fingers are calloused, a symbol of his musical talent. when your fingers brush against the back of his hand, you find it so soft, veins barely evident underneath your touch. 

“careful, don’t trip,” he guides you, and you hear the car door shut behind you. wherever he’s taken you, there seems to be a lot more wind, and excitedly, you squeeze his hand, letting him lead the way, before, a couple steps later, he comes to a stop. you do too, and you hear him step behind you, feel his hands brush lightly against your hair as he tentatively undoes the blindfold. “moment of truth,” he whispers, before finally the blindfold falls, and your eyes blink back open. 

your breath hitches in your lungs, and you freeze, eyes frozen on the scenery before you. you’re at a beach, the shore a little bit further away from you, the sun hanging low, cascading a pink and orange simmer on the waves. once given the okay to feel and smell all around you, the sea salt breeze rushes through you, and you shiver, but it’s not from the cold. it’s from just how thought out this is. there’s a blanket spread out on the sand, plain white, with two pillows and food spread out. there’s fruit, bread, ramen, drinks, everything. and on the picnic basket in the corner, there is another, smaller bouquet of flowers, simple daisies. he planned a beach picnic. 

he planned a beach picnic. 

holy shit.  

“semi,” you gasp out, finally managing to turn to face him. he’s eyeing you carefully, observing your expression in an attempt to read it. “semi this is—”

he laughs lightly at your speechlessness, and walks closer to you, closer to the setup, outstretching a hand. “after you,” he urges. 

you look back quickly at the blanket spread out by your feet, before gazing back at him, and in a sudden rush, you reach out for him, placing your hands on his shoulders to steady him, and leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. 

“oh,” he sighs, breath staggering as you step back. 

“thank you,” you whisper, smiling at him brightly. he smiles back. 

by the time you’ve finished your ramen, sipped on your drink, and have begun snacking on the fruit semi’s brought, the sun is dipping further down, illuminating your surroundings barely. he’d come prepared though and had brought out two lamps, placing them between the two of you. as you stick your toothpick in another piece of fruit, you listen intently as he speaks, telling you of some hilarious rampage him, tendō and ushijima had gone on. 

“you three were pretty close, huh?” you mumble, shifting so that you lean on one hand to your side, your legs spread out elegantly to your other side. 

he nods. “yeah we spent a lot of time together,” he replies. “what with school, volleyball, and the dorms.” at the mention of this, he laughs, before continuing, “yeah don’t get me started on the dorms and the shit tendō would drag us into.” 

you laugh with him. 

“what about you?” he adds. “you and your third years were also pretty close, weren’t you. i saw you at a couple of their games.” 

you hum, sitting up straighter. “i grew up with oikawa and iwa, so i’ve known them my whole life.”

he looks surprised at that, asking, “you— you did? i didn’t imagine the three of you went this far back.” 

“oh yeah since diapers,” you say, giggling lightly. “oikawa i’ve known maybe two years longer, since our mothers were friends, and then iwa moved in right by us and it was like fate really.” 

his mouth falls open, and he breaths in steadily, as if about to speak up. but then his eyes falter, and he sighs instead. instead of mentioning it, you pick up a cherry stem, two red cherries hanging off on either end, and pop one in your mouth, spitting out the seed before eating the other one. he watches your mouth part carefully as you take the other seed out, fiddling with the stem in your fingers. 

“can you tie a knot?” he asks, curious. 

“hm?” 

he nods at the stem in your hand, pointing a finger barely, before asking again, “can you tie a knot with your tongue?” 

you raise a brow at him. “maybe.” 

he grins at you, before suddenly, he’s a lot closer. “show me,” he encourages. you see his eyes flicker to your lips, to the stain of red from the cherries you’d just eaten, and reflexively, you bite on your bottom lip, muffling your laugh. otherwise, you do as he asks, and brings the cherry stem in your mouth, placing it on your tongue. 

you yourself have settled closer to him, and you’re not sure when this tension had built all of a sudden, but you welcome it. with the cold that’s pinching at both your revealed skin, his cheeks are dusted pink, and so is the tip of his nose. his hair, longer than it had been in your high school years, covers the tips of his ears, but the breeze shifts it, and you notice how red they are too. maybe it’s the dimming light around you that’s set the mood like this, or maybe it’s the fact that you’re all technically alone, secluded away in this corner of the beach. either way, you feel your nerves alight as his eyes remain on you, as your tongue moves and twists and your teeth pull at the stem. and when it’s all done, when you’ve tied the knot, you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out and revealing the stem to him, and he visibly shivers. 

taking it between your fingers, you showcase it to him. “that’s what i like to call talent,” you joke, twisting the stem between your fingers. 

“can i kiss you?” 

the question forces you back slightly, throwing you off guard for a second, but you drop the stem without another moment of hesitation, and gasp out, “yes,” and his hands are settling on your cheeks and bringing you to him before you could think. you welcome the taste of him on your lips, kissing him back. although he seems eager, he feels gentle. he’s testing out the waters, letting you slightly take the lead, so you do, leaning closer, kissing him harder, breathing him in, leaning into his touch. as he deepens the kiss, encouraged by your actions, you sit up. his mouth doesn’t leave yours once as you push yourself closer to him, hands blindly reaching for him until finally, you settle on his lap. his hands leave your face at that, dipping down to your waist, welcoming the new position. 

it’s when his hands grip your waist, caress down to your hips and squeeze at your thighs that you realize— he’s different. he feels different, smells and tastes different. his hands don’t necessarily feel wrong, because they feel good on you. you want more, want him to push you flush against him, want to press your lower body harsher on him, want to kiss him till he’s breathless. you do, you want to so much. 

and yet, even if it doesn’t feel wrong, it also doesn’t feel right. 

there’s something missing, something you can’t identify. you kiss him harder, pushing away at the thoughts, trying to lose yourself in him, in all of him. he gasps against you as you grip at his sweater, your hands trailing upwards tangling in his hair, pulling and tugging. his moans are muffled against your mouth and you swallow them eagerly, hips rutting against him, your own gasps tumbling out. 

still, there’s something missing. 

you’re unable to dwell on it for too long as he grabs a firmer hold on your body, and twists you, pushing you down onto the blanket. 

end note; i’m v sorry to have kept you guys waiting so long for this chapter omg, but i hope it didn’t disappoint at all. i’m nervous to post it uh oh. anyways! things are gonna get so good ugh i miss issei 

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Y/N roleplaying as Harry’s maid!

Dress Up

Based Off Of This Ask

And This One

This One Too

Anonymous Said: U should Highkey write a boot humping one jeez

A/N: I feel like roleplaying is kinda duh with Harry. Like of course that man would have you in different costumes as he pounds the living shit out of you...and that's hot as fuck😗👉🏾👈🏾so I wrote something about it. Enjoy🙃

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Roleplaying is definitely something that you and Harry are very familiar with and very fond of. When the idea of dressing up and stepping into a role of someone else while pleasuring each other first came up, both you and Harry weren’t against it in the slightest. The both of you are always interested in trying new things out in the bedroom, so when roleplaying came up, you and Harry were nothing short of excited and openminded to giving it a try. And let’s just say that the excitement didn’t stop at the simple idea of it all. Once you and Harry gave roleplaying a shot, you guys were absolutely hooked. You two were so obsessed with roleplaying that you went as far as to create a list of all the different scenes and roles the two of you wanted to play. The sex was already amazingly fun and spicy. Roleplaying just added another, and very welcomed layer of fun and spice to you and Harry’s incredibly active sex life.

And as the two of you continued on your journey through roleplaying, you began to add things on and make the experiences ten times better than they already were. For instance, instead of having an isolated event of you and Harry roleplaying in the bedroom (or out in public sometimes if you two were feeling extra frisky), the two of you would prolong things and stretch it out to carry you both through the entire day. Along with this, you and Harry also decided to add some pieces of clothing to the mix. Either you or Harry would find costumes online that were perfect for the roles you two were dying to play and neither of you could say no to a costume for you guys’ roleplaying so there was no time wasted in purchasing the costumes. They were all so cute and sexy that you were absolutely in love with them. You were so in love that you were willing to play the same roles again just so you could wear the cute little outfit. Harry of course didn’t mind this one bit since you looked absolutely amazing in them, and he’d be flipping it up or ripping it off of your body anyway to be inside of you. 

You guys’ newfound ritual of roleplaying was something that you two couldn’t get enough of.

This morning you and Harry were making light conversation during your post deliciously sloppy morning sex cuddles and the topic of you guys’ conversation managed to shift into the topic of possibly roleplaying for the day. You had some things that you wanted to get done around the house, and Harry had some work that needed to get done as well so the two of you figured that it would be nice to spend the day roleplaying a bit.

About two weeks ago, Harry had ordered a costume for you and it finally came in the mail a couple days earlier. As the two of you were crossing off the different scenarios for you two to try out, you and Harry saw that you roleplaying as his maid was next up on the list. So he decided to task himself with finding the best maid outfit on the market. He scoured the internet using the keywords slutty maid costume and sexy maids outfit to find the best one for you. Eventually he was able to find the best maid costume out there. It wasn’t by any means appropriate, but it did manage to leave something to the imagination. It was a tight little black and white dress with ruffles and frills that ended right below the lower curve of your ass. There was barely a top, perfect for your cleavage to spill out and ultimately pop out while you take care of your duties around the home. The frilly black and white skirt barely stopped below your ass, perfect for showcasing your thighs and perfect for Harry to have easy access for when he wanted to take you. 

Since the two of you talked it over numerous times and you’ve given him the privilege to take you whenever and however he wanted with the only stipulation being that the safe word would immediately stop it all, Harry was making sure that he was taking complete advantage of this opportunity you’ve given him.

 Now the previous details of the dress were great, but this outfit in particular had a unique detail that was the ultimate selling point for Harry. The entire dress would be secured onto your body by means of a pattern of laces that ran up the back of this costume. This meant that if you were walking away, Harry could simply latch onto the satin laces, yank you back towards him, and take you right then and there. Before placing the order, Harry decided to throw in a pair of white thigh high stockings with cute little bows on the top band. He knew you’d appreciate that little detail. He also throws in a shiny steel princess plug with a black jewel on top to complete the entire look. After a little over a week, the items finally arrive at your doorstep and now it was time to put them all to use. 

Since you two were all in, Harry decided to add something to add something else to them mix. Since he had some work that needed to be taken care of and he was playing the role of your boss, Harry figured that he’d dress the part as well. So to add onto his role of your boss, he decided to throw on a simple pair of slacks and a crisp white button down. He wanted to make his power known to you and really immerse you both into this new world that you were creating.

Once the two of you are all showered and cleaned up, the two of you go into your own separate spaces to get ready for your day. Before you put your “clothes” on though, you have to lay yourself across Harry’s lap so that he could push the plug into you. You were capable of doing it all by yourself, it’s just that you loved when Harry did it. He’d call you his good girl and tell you how pretty you looked with your princess hole plugged. Anyways, once you’re all plugged, Harry helps you up from his lap and he sends you on your way to get dressed. But before you’re completely out of sight, Harry instructs you to leave the panties behind. That was going to make it even harder! How in the world were you supposed to hold his cum inside of you, which you knew for a fact he was going to make you do, without any panties?! It was already hard enough with them, let alone without. This was going to be a very interesting day. You delicately roll the pretty white stockings up both of your legs and you take a moment to appreciate the cute frilly bands with the little bows before putting your shoes on. Even though you were trying to bring on the sex, you were not about to do housework in a pair of heels. So Harry was just going to have to accept you and your converses. And it wasn’t like they were that noticeable, they matched the whole black and white thing you had going on so it wouldn’t be that bad. Once you’re all laced and dolled up, you slip the dress onto your body. Even though it wasn’t snug yet, you had to give Harry credit for this one. You loved how cute yet sexy it was on your body.

“I need help.” You softly announce, stepping back into the shared space of you guys’ bedroom. When your voice rings through Harry’s ears, he’s quick to turn in your direction. And as soon as he does, he is completely locked in on you. Everything he picked out was just the way he imagined it’d look on your body (minus the dress at this point of course).

“C’mere.” Harry beckons, waving his hand over for you to come over to him. You swiftly walk over to him and turn around so that he could take care of the back of your dress. Without saying a word, Harry begins to adjust and tighten the satin laces. “Look so good baby.” He mutters lowly behind you, continuing to focus on fastening your dress.

“Thanks.” You reply simply. After a few more pulls and adjustments, Harry was tying the laces into a little bow at the bottom of the upper part of the dress.

“Alright, now let me see you.” Harry says, moving his hands to your waist to turn you around to face him. With the costume properly on your body, he was able to see all of things he was looking forward to seeing when he ordered it online. Your breasts were pushed up on the verge of spilling out the way he hoped and he was very much looking forward to watching them move around a bit as he fucked into you. He then shifts his attention a bit lower and before you know it, he’s bringing his and up under your skirt to see whether or not you followed his instructions. When he feels that you’re completely bare and not wearing any panties, he gives you a little pinch and brings his hand away from you. “Look so good babydoll, just wanna bend you over and tear into that pussy.” Harry grumbles down to you. He knew you’d look good, he wasn’t expecting this though. 

“Whatever you want sir, have t’make the bed anyways.” You comply submissively. And with that, you’re being spun around and pushed down onto the bed. Harry is quick to undo his pants and pull out his hard cock before kneeling onto the bed behind you. He flips up the bottom of your skirt to expose your plugged hole and your sopping wet pussy. As Harry takes in the sight before him, his hand subconsciously begins to tug at his solid shaft. He quickly snaps out of his trance and spits down onto your pussy. He uses the head of his cock to smear it all over you before pushing into your weepy and velvety hole. As he pushes into your cunt, you let out the loudest moans and whimpers possible. It didn’t matter how many times Harry fucked you into oblivion, you were never going to fully adjust to his cock. You could feel him invading your walls and stretching them to fit his large cock as he pushed himself all the way into you. 

“Who would’ve thought that my little maid has such a pretty little pussy.” Harry grunts, pushing the rest of the way in and settling into the deepest part of your body. “If you’re a good fuck I might just keep you around.” Harry grumbles, pulling his hips back from you. And within a split second, they’re slamming right back into you. From that point on, he doesn’t stop. He continuously slams into you over and over again, not once stopping to let you adjust.  Even though there wasn’t a little window for  adjustment, it still felt so good. The way he was just pounding into your pussy without giving you a second thought was insane. You loved the way he was using you for his pleasure. As he continued to pound into you, you could feel him nudging at the pit of your stomach and slamming into your sweet spot all at once, shoving you close me to the edge with every thrust. His cock wasn’t the only thing pushing you closer and closer to your release though. His words were also doing a number on you. He was constantly calling you his pretty little fuck toy and making it known that he controlled you.

As Harry fucked into your pussy, he couldn’t stop thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you today. He wanted to make you do any and everything he said when he said it and he wanted to make a full blown mess out of you. He also wanted the area between your delicious thighs to stay sticky and always ready for him.

“Now what’s your purpose?” Harry grunts, sending one hard thrust into you and staying there until you answered.

“To serve you!” You cry out to him, tightly gripping onto the sheets. 

“That’s right. And what’s my name?” He asks, lifting his hand to deliver one swift blow to your backside.

“Mr. Styles!” You whimper out to him from the sting of that hard slap.

“M’gonna have so much fun with you.” He growls before continuing on with his thrusts. You were so close and Harry could feel it. He could feel your walls clenching up around his cock and he could hear your whimpers become shakier. This was pushing Harry right to the edge and he was about to topple over. “Don’t cum until I say so.” He shudders, sending one final thrust into you and releasing his seed inside your walls. You listen to him pant behind you as he pulls himself together from his release. 

Once he’s calmed down, he pulls his cock from you, wiping any left over cum that was on his cock onto your ass. Before standing from the bed to redo his pants,  he leans down to press a kiss to your neck and he tells you that he loves you. He always did that in the beginning of any type of roleplaying between the two of you. He did that because it could get pretty intense and he wants to make sure you know that he loves you and that he’s just playing a character. He then gets up and does his pants and everything back up before making his way out of the room. Before leaving you alone, he stops to make his first “official request” of you. 

“Don’t lay there too long, you have a job to do. And change the sheets while you’re at it, don’t want a cum stained duvet on my bed.” He orders before heading out of the bedroom and to his office downstairs, leaving you limp in the bed with his cum leaking out of you and a release still bubbling in the pit of your stomach. 

It was going to be a really long day. 

And it was. After Harry gave you a list of things to do (even though you had already planned on doing them), you went on your way and worked. As you did so, Harry’d come around and find you, inspecting your work and pointing out what you’d miss. When you went to go fix your mistake, he’d start to touch you. He’d push his hand down the top of your dress and squeeze your breasts. He’d leave kisses and suck marks into your neck. He’d reach up under your dress to move your princess plug around, telling you that if you did the job right he’d pour some of his cum inside. He would even wrap a hand around your throat, tight enough so his rings made little indentations in your skin, and then he’d spit into your mouth. This wasn’t even the half of it. These were innocent in comparison to the other things he’d do to you. Sometimes he’d quietly come up behind you and just push two fingers into you (even though he knew that you were constantly wet, he still sucked on them just in case. He wanted you to be comfortable.). He’d finger you so good and bring you to the brink of your release just to stop. He would also thrust up into you through his pants and pretend like he was fucking you. He’d do this because that’s what you wanted. You were constantly wanting his cock and in this situation, he had the sole power to give it to you. Amongst his many antics, Harry would also order you down onto your knees and make you suck his cock. He’d pinch your nose and thrust his cock into your mouth. He’d mock you and ask if your pretty little throat needed a break, when you nod yes, he’d simply reply with a too bad and go back to making you gag and choke on him. Once he finally came, your pussy was on the verge of exploding, your throat was a little sore, your eyes were watery, and your mouth was overflowing with your saliva and his cum. This all lasted for a good couple of hours before up until the time Harry had designated to stop working for the day. 

When it was getting closer to that time, you made sure that you were standing in the doorway of his office just like he’d instructed you earlier. And you stood there quietly until he gave you further instructions, you didn’t want to get punished.

“Crawl.” Harry simply says, keeping his attention focused on the computer screen. When you hear him say that, you immediately drop to your hands and knees and you begin to crawl over to him. When you round his desk, you see him turned outwards towards you with one of his feet pushed outward in your direction. “Now I have a quick meeting I have to go to. You’re allowed to hump it all you want, but if I feel like you’re too loud I’m gonna make you hold my cock in your throat for as long as I want. Understand?” Harry explains. 

“Yes sir!” You promptly reply you were in need of some type of friction down there. You’d take anything, even if it was just his boot. 

“Good, and no cumming.” Harry replies before shifting his attention away from you. You then waste no time straddling his boot. It felt so good to have something between your legs again. During the entire meeting you were trying hard to stifle your moans and whimpers. Periodically, Harry’d look down and watch you hump his boot. He couldn’t help but mentally coo at how adorable you looked. You were a needy little thing, clinging onto his leg as you humped his shoe in hopes of some form of relief. The meeting lasts for a good 20 minuets, giving you the perfect amount of time to pleasure yourself.

What you didn’t know was that you’d be able to pleasure yourself even more.

“Y/n” Harry calls down to you to stop your movements, but you didn’t stop. You were so caught up in how good his boot felt against your pussy that you weren’t even paying attention to him. “Y/n” Harry calls out again, this time reaching down to tap your cheek. When you perk up to look at him, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing a little. You were so adorable. “Now you still have some things that need to get done. But since you worked so hard today, m’gonna let you ride m’cock. Is that fine with you?” Harry asks. The question was bordering condescending since he already knew the answer. You were humping his boot for goodness sake!

“More than fine sir! Thank you.” You reply graciously.

“Don’t thank me, just do it.” Harry replies nonchalantly, picking up his book from the desk to pick up where he left off. While he’s reading his book, you undo his pants and you pull them down with a little help from Harry. Once his pants are down and his cock is out, you straddle him and you wrap your hand around his girth shaft. Since he was so big, you often struggled with taking him on your own. Whenever he fucked you, he’d push into you all at once. But since you were in control so to speak, you had the power to pace yourself. And this is what Harry wanted. Whenever you had the power, you always took forever to get on his cock, you always fought with it and tried your hardest to take him inside. So while your fighting, he just passes the time with his book. After a while of listening to your whimpers and cries as his cock pierces into your weepy hole, you finally take all of him inside. His eyes dart up from the pages of his book to your face to see how proud you were for taking all of him.

“S’all inside! I did it!” You announce softly, yet excitedly.

“Good for you, now ride it.” Harry hums, keeping his eyes on the pages. He likes a little bit of background noise so having you bouncing on his cock and crying was a nice tune to cut the silence. As you get more and more comfortable, you begin to get a little rhythm going. You were so happy with the way you were taking his cock and you were feeling so good. Harry could see and hear that. And yes he was glad that you were feeling good on his cock, but he wanted you to be a bit of a mess. So as he continues to read, he thrusts up into you, screwing up the entire rhythm you had going. When you feel him go deep inside pf you like that you instantly yell out to him and push down on his stomach. 

“Sir, too deep!” You whimper, beginning to pull away from him. But Harry was quick to nip that in the bud. 

“If you try take me out, so help me I’m going to read this whole book, and the entire time I do you’re gonna sit here and not cum. Do I make myself clear little girl?” Harry grumbles, keeping his eyes on the pages. 

“Yes sir.” You moan, continuing to move up and down on him. Since you’d been holding your releases all day and you weren’t allowed to touch yourself, you’d built up a ginormous release that was bound to over power you. As your movements continue, you feel yourself getting closer and closer. You try to hold back but it’s no use. Your release completely takes over your entire being and it catapults you off of the edge. “Oh my-“ You gasp, feeling your hot juices gush out of you. It felt incredible to finally let go and just feel your release(s). When Harry sees and hears you cumming, he’s upset. He specifically told you not to cum. 

“You little slut.” Harry grumbles, snapping his book shut and placing it onto the desk behind you.  “Did you just fucking cum?” He grumbles, looking towards you for an answer. 

“Mhm.” You whimper in response, still trembling from you seismic release. 

“Did you just fucking cum?!” Harry growls again, bringing his hand up to squeeze your throat. If you weren’t going to use your breath and answer his question, he was going to take it from you.

“Yes sir.” You gasp, your eyes widening at his tight grip.

“I want you to get off my cock and get back to work you aren’t getting anything now.” He growls to you authoritatively, letting go of your throat and pushing back as he does this to signal for you to get up. “And crawl on your way out.” He continues.

 He then sends you a quick wink and smirk to let you know that it wasn’t Harry talking, it was Mr. Styles. This wink was also telling you that he was going to fuck you later.

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: jung sungchan x male reader 🌹

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2045

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: sungchan lends you a pair of jeans a whiff too tight and immediately regrets doing so.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: a lot and i mean a LOT of pet names, also, cringe 😬

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 ⭐️

𝗮/𝗻: sooo, we’re back ig! and oh my god did i enjoy writing this and how perfect the gif i found is for the story just made it all the more entertaining 😂😂 so hope you enjoy!! we’ve had this in our drafts for suuuuchh a long time but we only found it in ourselves to post it now :p ahaha, consider this a comeback of some sorts?

> 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 <

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“God I’ve missed you.” Sungchan says with bated breaths as he nuzzles his chin against the crook of your neck from across the driver's seat.

“Jesus Sungchan, it’s been less than 12 hours since you last saw me.” You giggle as he presses his lips against your jaw.

“You even had dinner at my—” He cuts you off, grabbing the back of your head and pushing your lips onto his. “—place.” You weakly continue.

“Shhh.” He says, halting your speech, laying a finger on your lips as the rest scramble to unbuckle your seatbelt.

“Sungchan.”

“Shhhhh.” He slurs, even longer this time as the seatbelt springs up to your shoulders before disappearing into the seat.

A gentle kiss takes the place of his index finger on your lips. Sungchan’s tongue rams into yours and both of your lips vibrate as mewls spew from them.

“Sungchan, we should stop.” You chuckle, pushing him off of you. “We’re in a car.” You add, succeeding your hasty and intermittent breaths.

“Fine.” Sungchan obliges, his lips pressed into a petulant pout as he shuts down the engines.

You look at the parking space ahead, the headlights forming strings of yellow in the fast-paced rainfall. He reaches over to twist the key digging into the steering wheel, knocking over a cup of coffee in his path.

“S-Sungchan, honey?” You quiver under the gush of liquid making waves over your jeans.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” Sungchan’s palms slide up his face and into his scalp. “Are you hurt baby boy?” He drags his words through pressed lips.

“I-I’m fine.” You stutter as he babies your cheeks with his palms, rubbing and squeezing them, his doe eyes staring into your slightly irritated look.

“Do you have an extra pair?” You ask, reaching behind your backrest for a towel.

“I do actually.” Sungchan beams, ripping his hands off of your cheeks. “Renjun left one at my place, I was going to drop it off one of these days, but I suppose you could use it.”

“Renjun’s!?” You howl. “That’s not gonna fit me!”

“They’re a little baggy on him, so they’ll just be a bit tight.” He replies, as he takes the towel from you. “Here, let me.”

Sungchan watches you with a lidded gaze as his hands stroke your thigh, which took the brunt of the spill, with a towel. He makes rounds in the area before roaming your inner thigh and ultimately wandering to your crotch.

“Don’t.” You bite back with a squinted glare, catching his tongue slip out of the crevice of his lips to dampen them. “My god Sungchan, less than a day since you last saw me, less than a day.”

“Not my fault my little baby boy’s such a hottie.” Sungchan briskly winks, his petulant tone sugarcoats the obscenity of his remark.

“Just give me the pants.” You restlessly reach your hand out. “And I’m not that short, you’re just a giant.”

“Here you go baby.” He cooes as he catapults the pair into your palms, garnering a soft and whiny ‘thank you’ from you as you reach for the tab of your zipper.

Your fingers stall its teeth as you sit the pants beside your lap. Catching a set of eyes from the corner of your sight, your head creeps up towards them.

“What are you waiting for?” A voice emerges from the pair of eyes staring at you.

“N-nothing, it’s just that,” You pause, rubbing the back of your neck.

“What?” Sungchan inches closer, wrapping his arm around one shoulder.

“You’re staring at me.”

Sungchan bursts into noisy and unrestrained peals of laughter, occasionally shaken by his head making swings backwards. He plants his hand on his puffing abdomen as he tries to stifle his laughter.

“I’m your boyfriend.” He manages to cough out in his wheezing fit. “If anything, I’d like to see you remove even more than your pants.” He adds, shooting you a perky wink, tugging at your cheeks again.

“I—” You stammer, eyes wide as your cheeks burn red.

“Aww, is my precious pumpkin getting shy?” Sungchan interrupts you, pursing his lips and furrowing his brows as he pinches your cheeks. Again.

You slap his hand away, inhaling sharply, retracting a fist to threaten a punch. Two fingers from each hand hook into the waistband of the pants as your legs squirm into the pair.

“Ok, I’m done, let’s go.” You pant for air as your feet pop out of the bottom hems. A lewd smirk surfacing Sungchan’s lips narrows your eyes at him.

“What now?” You let out a raspy groan.

“Nothing.” Sungchan brings a fist up to his lips, to shield his grin. “Just, a little tight don’t you think?” He snorts, eyeing the jean’s stretched seams and the creaseless bulge ballooning from under its fly.

“You bi—”

“I don’t mind though.” He giggles, his fingers making another voyage to your cheeks before being swatted away by your hands.

“You look good.” Sungchan’s eyes flicker up and down your body as he lightly bites at his bottom lip. Little did Sungchan know that he wouldn’t be the only one to think so.

Had he known how much attention the fit of Renjun’s pants would draw, he would have very much rather wasted the little money left in his wallet to buy you a pair. Not that he thought you didn’t already have one though.

Sungchan coughs out an exasperated huff as you stroll past probably the third group of women he’s caught ogling your lower body since you got to the shopping district.

You and Sungchan come across yet another woman. He catches her passes at flirting, tucking hair behind her ears, shy smile, looking down, discrete grooming and shoots her a stringent glare.

His wrist curls into the palm of your hand and his fingers snake onto your knuckles as he hauls you away from her. You look at his hand and tighten your grip on it.

“Sungchan, babe,” You call out smiling, prodding his shoulder as you take notice of his glum frown. “sweetie.”

“Dude.” Your voice is raised slightly and your nudges get heftier with the silence. “Hyung!”

“Y-yes babe?” His voice is shaky as he glares into the distance.

“What’s wrong?” You reach up to rub his back. “Why the long face?”

“Nothing baby.” Sungchan’s flexed brows and firm pout let loose. His expression softens as he briskly looks to you with a delicate smile.

“I’m hungry, let’s go have lunch.” He urges, dragging you to the food court, this time stringing his whole arm around yours so that your elbows are touching.

“Okay.” You reply, curling your forearm up and cuffing Sungchan’s bicep in your hand on the way to a restaurant.

“I’ll get that for you.” One of the workers by the counter approaches your table, picking up a couple of baskets and the checkered, oil stained liners on them.

“Thank you.” Sungchan’s eyes crinkle as he rests his forearms on the now emptied table. Looking over the screen of his phone, his smile dissipates.

Her eyes wander to your lower half. Her cheeks burn red as she brushes chunks of hair on either side of her forehead behind her ears.

Here we go again, Sungchan mentally groans..

“I-I’ll get going.” She squeaks, waddling back to her counter to dispose of the trash.

Sungchan manages to grab hold of pieces of tissue. His fists clench on top of the table, fingertips digging into his palms and ripping the paper towels.

“She better.” He mumbles, lower lip jutting further out as the rigid edges of the ripped up tissues peer out between his fingers.

“What was that hun?” You furrow your brows at him, eyes emerging from the top of your phone.

“N-nothing.” He stammers, his twitching eyes locked onto the back of the waitress as teeth grit behind his adhered lips. “Why don’t we order our food?”

“Sure.” You smile. “I’ll place our orders.”

“Wait what?” His eyes widen, jerking to you as you get up to approach the counter. The curve of Sungchan’s frown deepens as he watches you approach the busser who cleaned your table a while ago spiral into a flustered mess.

He stares up from under strands of hair at the both of you. Acute giggles spray out of her toothy smile. She brushes chunks of hair from either side of her forehead behind her ears as she hands you a pen to sign your receipt.

She was trying to flirt. With his boyfriend.

And to make things worse, she wasn’t even trying to be discrete about it. Sungchan’s pouted lips tremble, going agape as he watches the girl eye you up and down in a way only he’s supposed to.

His palms land on the armrests of his chair as he elevates from his seat. You arrive at your table with a tray of food, stopping Sungchan from standing up.

“Sungchan.”

“Hello! You there?” You wave in front of his eyes as you rest the tray of food on your table.

“U-uh yeah? W-what?” Sungchan stammers.

“You want anything else?”

He grins weakly and shakes his head, looking back at you. He sits back down, now staring blankly at the swiveling cubes of ice in the paper cup in front of him.

“Here’s a cup of water and the coffee you ordered.” The same girl from the counter squeals.

She slips on her heel which causes the tray in her hands to dip on one side, spilling water from the collar of your shirt down to its bottom. A scoff spews from Sungchan as he catches the knowing smirk form on her lips.

“First my pants and now my shirt.” You sigh, looking at Sungchan as your arms hover over the wet patch of your shirt.

“O-oh I-I’m so sorry!” She covers the smirk at the bottom of her face with her hands. “Here, let me wipe that for you.”

A blank and expressionless smile materializes from Sungchan’s expression. “It’s no big deal, let me do it.”

“N-no sir, let me, it’s my job.” The girl bows only for Sungchan to help her torso up which causes her to flinch slightly.

“No, please, I know you’re busy, let me.” He exhales deeply, seeming to bite his teeth at the last few words.

“But sir—”

“Listen to me while I’m asking nicely.” He whispers maliciously, tilting his head and raising a brow over his twitching eye, causing you to flinch this time.

“Let me do it. And while I’m at it, I want you to pack our food for take out, and Get. Away. From. My. Boyfriend. Got it?” Sungchan seethes, staring her down with a wide-eyed glare.

“Follow me.” Sungchan rasps, after ripping the packed up leftovers from the girls fingers.

Both of your brows raise as a squeak jumps from the girl’s throat. Your lips curve into a lopsided smile to stifle your laughter. You now know why Sungchan had been acting so weird the whole day.

Sungchan’s always been the clingy, protective, cannot be alone for more than five minutes type. It does annoy you at times but on occasions like this, it really shows how much he loves you.

“To where?” You ask, continuing to suppress potential laughter.

“I’m buying you a pair of pants.” He continues, glaring into the distance squeezing your hand in his. “And a new shirt.”

“Why?” You question blankly.

Sungchan’s eyes flicker to you before jolting away. “A-aren’t you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all.” You taunt.

“B-bu—” Sungchan stammers.

“But what?”

“I-I—”

“You what?”

“I-II just don’t like how every girl we pass by stares you up and down like you’re some piece of meat.” Sungchan whines, lips firmly pressed together.

“Jealous much?” A smirk balloons from your lips.

“O-only I should be allowed to look at you like that.” He whines, looking down with a frown.

Heaving a sigh, you succumb to your own laughter. “Love you babe.” You coo, pinching Sungchan’s cheek.

“You’re mine and only mine, you know that right?” Sungchan grabs you into his embrace, sliding the back of his fingers up and down your jaw.

Wrapping your arms around his nape, you gently peck his lips and smile into his eyes. “All rights reserved.”

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