#shout out to my friend for taking these amazing photos of me

[floweringpear]

october 30, 2023 — colton hill, edinburgh

[hollyoongs]

THANK YOU, JAKE ✦ S.JY

pairing tasp!jake x news intern!fem reader

summary when you told your friend about the challenge that your boss put you on in order to work on the company, which was taking a picture of the amazing Spider Man, Jake makes it come true.

genre fluff

warnings both of them like each other, cameo of Jay and Ri-Ki, everything is NYC and I tried to make it short for the other one that I'm planning to make it in the future <3

a/n I can finally get this one up here, I'll do the second part with smut, but Jake's fluff is already needed in this profile. Shout out to the editor of THIS Jake Spider-Man, my jupi @glitterjay and also to my lovely moot @ja3yun, this is the spidey!jake I was preparing ;) [PART TWO: 🕸]

wc +3.0k

It was one of those days where everything seemed to conspire against you. As you trudged through the bustling streets of New York City, your camera bag heavy on your shoulder, you couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that clung to you like a stubborn shadow. The sweltering heat of the summer sun only added to your irritation as you made your way to the Daily Bugle, where you were interning as a photographer.

Your future boss, Mr. Jameson, was notorious for his gruff demeanor and demanding nature. Today seemed to be no exception, as he barked orders at the staff, his voice reverberating through the newsroom like thunder. Your friend, Jay, was massaging his forehead, and you couldn't help but go there first. He looked up to see you and gave you a tired smile.

"Rough already?"

"And it's not even 9 a.m." Jay spat in anger, and you opened your bag to give him some of the jelly you always carry around. He took them slightly happier, opening as he started talking again. "He's putting stupid challenges on everyone here. Rumor has it that he's getting jealous of the other newspaper company since they took the #1 place from us."

"Well, wish me luck." You braced yourself for another onslaught of criticism as you approached his desk, hoping to avoid his wrath.

"Ah, there you are," Mr. Jameson said, his tone dripping with impatience. "I've got a special assignment for you."

You felt your heart sink at his words, knowing that whatever task he had in store would likely be arduous and thankless, just like Jay said. But you nodded, steeling yourself for whatever was to come.

"I want you to get me a picture of Spider-Man," he said bluntly, his eyes narrowing in a challenging glare.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his request. Spider-Man? The elusive vigilante who swung through the city was a hero to some and a menace to others. Getting a photo of him in action was no small feat, and you knew it.

"But how am I supposed to…" you began, but Mr. Jameson cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I don't care how you do it; just get it done," he said firmly. "And make it front-page material, or you'll be out of your ear."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. How were you supposed to capture a photo of Spider-Man when you could barely catch a break in your own life? Desperation clawed at your chest as you racked your brain for a solution. He looked at Jay, and he was with his mouth open. She was simply screwed.

The hours passed slowly, and 7 o'clock of the night finally reached, which made you fly to the only place you find comfort at the moment. Shim Jake's place. Feeling all the weight on your shoulders, you sigh as you knock on the door. His aunt opens before your knuckles can touch the door.

"Hey darling… Oh no, bad day?" like a button, your eyes got watery, and she hugged you. You hold your tears as she loses you in the warm hug. "I'm going to buy food. Jake and Ni-Ki are in the room. I know what you like."

"You are truly the best, May."

"I know, darling. Go." She left you, and you entered the house, going directly to the Australian boy's room. You knocked, and you heard things falling.

"Who's it?"

"Who else, Ni-Ki? Come on, I had a bad day, and I need you guys."

"Hold on a second!" A few seconds passed, and Jake was the one who opened the door, his messy hair, sweat pant and big white shirt and hsi big glasses that made him look more handsome than usual in front of you. "Hey lensgirl, what's wrong?"

You went for a hug, this time with tears going down and your crying getting noticeable.

Jake was taken aback by your sudden display of emotion, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself as you pulled away slightly. "It's just… work," you managed to choke out between sobs. "Mr. Jameson… He wants me to get a photo of Spider-Man for the front page, and I- I don't know how to do it. I'm so screwed, Jake."

Jake's expression softened with understanding, though you had no idea just how much he truly understood. "Hey, it's okay," he repeated, guiding you to sit on his bed. "We'll figure it out, okay? You're not alone in this."

Ni-Ki, hearing the commotion, poked his head out from behind the doorframe. "Jake can help," he said, and you could feel Jake getting tense. You looked up to Ni-Ki.

"What?"

"Jake knows Spider-Man. You could get the picture." You open your eyes as your eyes travel again to Jake's.

"Since when?!" You practically shouted at him, and he gave a shy smile, which you loved, but the thought of him being friends with the hero and not telling you was in your mind.

"I'll tell you right after you clean and calm yourself. You know what? Go to the bathroom." As you were protesting, Jake obligated you to go inside. The boys went straight to the room and locked it, Jake basically punching Ni-Ki for opening his mouth.

"Are you being serious?! Why did you say that?"

"You know I'm fond of her, and I can't stand her crying. And also, I'm doing you a favor; you've liked her since forever, and with this, you can make a move. And you know that she loves Spider-Man. I consider this a win."

Jake's heart raced as he processed Ni-Ki's words. He couldn't deny the truth about them. He had harbored feelings for you for what felt like forever, but he never found the courage to act on them, and because of the sudden powers he got after being bite by a spider, the dangers were too much to the point he would rather die with the secret in order to keep you save. That's how much he loved you.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Keeping his identity as Spider-Man a secret was crucial, and now, with you unknowingly on the brink of discovering the truth, he felt the pressure mounting.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Jake turned to Ni-Ki. "Okay, okay," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "But we have to be careful. She can't know about this, Ni-Ki. It's too risky."

Ni-Ki nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I won't say anything else, I promise. Only you have to stay cool, you get to nervous around her. I'm surprise you're not right now" he assured Jake.

"Because someone open his mouth"

"Stop crying and be grateful. I pulled a move that you couldn't make for the past 4 years."

It has already been two days since that weird conversation and the explanation of Jake being friends with Spider-Man. It was so odd to you, but the most odd thing was when he told you by text, "I will send you the address where he's going to be."

And here you were, going into the alley for him to arrive. It was getting late, and you could feel your heart beating fast when you saw a few guys in there, cigars in their hands, their auras as bad as how they looked.

"Hey, sweetheart," one of them said, which you ignored completely.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you ignored the leering comments from the men in the alley. You clutched your camera bag tightly, feeling a surge of unease as you realized just how vulnerable you were in this dimly lit space.

Just as panic threatened to overtake you, a familiar sound cut through the tension—a whoosh of air followed by the distinct thud of impact. Before you could even process what was happening, Spider-Man descended from the shadows, landing gracefully in front of you with his trademark agility.

"Hey there, fellas," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I don't think the lady appreciates your company."

The men scoffed, eyeing Spider-Man with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. "And who are you supposed to be, huh?" One of them sneered, taking a step forward. You started taking your camera out of your bag, setting it up for a good shot, and to make it take as many photos as you could as both men focused on the hero.

Spider-Man's demeanor shifted subtly, his stance becoming more assertive as he addressed the group. "Let's just say I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and I'm not too keen on seeing people hassle innocent bystanders, especially this pretty girl," he replied, his tone firm.

The men hesitated, sizing up the masked vigilante before them. But before they could make another move, Spider-Man sprang into action, his movements a blur of speed and precision. With calculated strikes and well-timed dodges, he swiftly incapacitated the would-be troublemakers, leaving them groaning on the ground in defeat.

You watched in awe as Spider-Man effortlessly dispatched the thugs, a surge of gratitude welling up inside you. Once the immediate threat had been neutralized, Spider-Man turned to you, his masked eyes meeting yours with a sense of warmth and reassurance. You took your camera and looked at the pictures, so many good enough to be front page material.

"Are you okay there?" he asked, his concern evident even behind the mask.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you in his presence. "Yeah, I'm okay," you stammered, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded before you. You felt some drops of water falling on your face, looking up at the sky and wondering if more drops were falling. "Damn it, it's raining."

"Then let me take you out of here." without a warning, his hand wrapped around your waist, both of your bodies covering the camera. "Hold on tight lensgirl," you frown at the nicknmae. There's only one person that could call you like that, but you couldn't think much of it as you held dear life to him as he swang you around places.

You ended up on your apartment building—in your balcony, to be more exact—and the roof kept both of you off the water, you went inside for a moment to leave the camera in your bed and return. He was hanging from the ceiling as you watched him, forcing you to believe that everything that happened in the past ten minutes was not a dream.

"Don't you want to stand up? So you don't get dizzy."

"I like it this way. Don't worry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you."

"No problem, that's my job."

"Because you're a hero," the masked guy sighs in front of you. making you feel slighty sad for it.

"Some people don't think so." and it was true, all the fake rumors to paint him as a bad guy made you think about how much free time all this people have to just tear the life of someone who really wants to help.

"But you are, at least I think that."

"It's nice to have a fan as pretty as you."

"Let me say thank you."

"But you already did."

"I meant the trip, not you saving me." You approached him more, and the sound of the rain at the back made the scene more lovely. Then slowly took the mask, only showing his lips. You were surprised by the familiar shape, making your mind go wild. No wonder Ni-Ki and Jake got nervous; no wonder Jake was the only one that could help you with the hero; and there's no wonder why he called you "Lensgirl."

Jake was Spider-Man.

Leaving your thoughts behind, you place your lips on his. The kiss was electrifying, a rush of emotions coursing through both of you as your lips met in a tender embrace. Raindrops fell softly around you, adding to the surreal moment as you shared this intimate connection with the masked hero who had just swept you off your feet—literally.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of clarity wash over you. Everything suddenly made sense—the mysterious conversations, the unspoken tension between you and Jake, even the strange nickname he had given you. It was all because he was Spider-Man, the hero you had admired from afar, and now he was the man whose lips were pressed against yours.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the kiss, the world fading away until it was just the two of you tangled together on that rooftop balcony.

"Thank you, Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"Wait… how?"

"You let out "Lensgirl," and I've stared at your lips too much to actually know the shape," he finally dropped himself, taking off his mask completely, revealing his red cheeks and normal shy demeanor.

He actually searched your face for any sign of rejection. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "But I wanted to tell you, not in this way; I've got to learn to also shut my mouth up. I… I care about you more than you'll ever know."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you reached up to cup his face in your hands, the weight of everything finally sinking in. "I care about you too, Jake," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just… I never imagined…"

Before you could finish your sentence, Jake leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, sealing the unspoken words between you with a promise of something more. 

With a smile on your lips and love in your heart, you leaned into Jake's embrace, letting the warmth of his touch chase away the chill of the night as you watched the city skyline glitter in the rain.

"Please write a good news about me."

"Trust me, you'll sure have it, Spidey."

"I just realized that I've to thank Ri-Ki, damn it."

[vacayisland]

Can I request a floyd x fem!kpop troll who was in her own group and Floyd’s reaction when he finds out? (If you need help w groups I suggest girls generation/SNSD or twice :D)

@!; I never knew! Floyd / Fem!Kpop Troll! Reader

"Tag list"! @writergal02 @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen @ykvlanq

ꨄ︎ Having met Floyd after your group had blew up, you were hesitant to tell him about your career. Not because you didn't trust him nor were you ashamed of yourself or your group members, yet... he was one of the first people who didn't know who you were. He didn't know your K-pop group, he didn't know your stage name, he didn't call you or fangirl over you when he saw you. It was honestly refreshing, really refreshing.

ꨄ︎ You had joint your group for fun, at first; you thought having a group of other like minded people to rise to fame with would be fucking amazing. And while it was, the amount of fans you guys got swamped with was, well, unbearable. You loved the support, you loved your fans, yet finally finding someone who didn't know who you were was like finding a needle in a hay stack. Especially when your management had managed to get your groups music in every tribe after the events at the Hard Rock tribe. It not only blasted your popularity within the K-Pop trolls group, and their following, yet throughout the other tribes. And you didn't want to ruin the thing you had going with Floyd; so you kept your mouth shut.

ꨄ︎ Every time you had to do something with your group, you always made up an excuse for Floyd. Little yet believable things, like "Oh my sister is sick, I have to take care of her", "I'm spending time with family", "I had a long day and need a moment to myself", "I'm baking with friends", "girls only sleep over sorry", "I'm not in the village right now!". You know, simple white lies that had some sort of truth behind them. You hated lying to Floyd, especially when you two were really clicking, yet you also couldn't tell him the truth; not yet. And Floyd always seemed to not mind, always respected your plans and you, so you thought it was alright.

ꨄ︎ Meanwhile, when you weren't hanging out with Floyd, Floyd was hanging out with his brothers, Poppy, and Viva. It was always casual hangouts either in Branch's bunker, Poppy's pod, or else where around the village. Yet, one day while hanging out in Branch's bunker, Poppy brought out Branch's record player. She began exclaiming, basically shouting and springing with excitement, with how Branch had got her a new vinyl of this band that Poppy loves! Bruce encouraged her to play it, and well Poppy and Viva squealed and danced around while listening to it. "Oh hey, it's that new band." Bruce mumbled, recognizing the tune and lyrics, as well as the voices, of the k-pop band that was currently running a rampage in his house. "My kids love these girls."

ꨄ︎ That was the first time Floyd was exposed to your music, or k-pop in general. He enjoyed it, so he had asked Branch where he bought it and went to go buy himself a copy so he could listen to it at his own pod. He even sent you a photo of the vinyl after he got it!

ꨄ︎ "Hey, look at this new group my brothers introduced me to! Do you know them? They sound really good."

ꨄ︎ As soon as you got that message, and looked at the vinyl record, you freaked out. You scared the shit out of your fellow members, who stared at you so confused and concerned; Even your make-up stylist was concerned. "Hey, hey! What's wrong?" One of them would asked, panickily rushing to your side. You were sure they thought that you just got a message of Floyd cheating on you with another guy. But nope, "He bought one of our vinyls! He knows about our music!" "Oh. you know I thought this would be more serious-" "THIS IS SERIOUS!"

ꨄ︎ You accidentality left Floyd on read for 10 minutes as you explained to the others that you had never told Floyd about your association with this group. You had never told him you sang, or you were apart of this big K-pop group that blew up globally and you weren't sure how to tell him and it's not like you want to tell him incase that somehow ruined your current relationship! It was a lot to confess, especially when you all were getting ready for a show. Your other members stared at you like you were a little mental for your line of reasoning. And maybe you were, but you didn't want to out yourself now! You've been keeping this up for 7 months!

ꨄ︎ That's when Floyd texted you again: "Hey, are you okay? I saw you read my message and you don't usually leave me on read. Unless something happened?"

ꨄ︎ And you had no choice but to respond! You couldn't leave him on read twice. "Hey, sorry something just came up. Yeah, I've heard of them they're pretty good."

ꨄ︎ "Did you really just call us good?" Your group was now peaking over your shoulder, silently reading the conversation to themselves as it played out. They had always been curious about you and this Floyd fellow, and now they understood why you never introduced them. "That's either really egotistical or just sad you think we're so bad." Commented one of them to your left, and you would have agreed with her in you weren't under a lot of pressure right now! "I don't know, I'm panicking!"

ꨄ︎ You somehow managed to get through that conversation without outing yourself, but you couldn't spare yourself from your groups disappointment about your actions; And, to be fair, you were disappointed in yourself. They would pull chairs around, forming a circle around you that kind of made you feel like you were in rehab, or in some sort of intervention. "You know you're going to have to tell him at some point, right?" They would point out, "You cannot possibly keep all of this a secret forever. I don't even know how you've managed to hid it from him for seven months!" You would only sigh, "I know! I know... I just don't know how to say it without sounding..." "Insane?", "Mental?", "Like you're a big fat lair?" "Okay rude- but yes!"

ꨄ︎ "Invite him to a show!" Was the agreement you had all came to, even thought it made you queasy even thinking about mixing your K-pop life with your personal life. You were so comfortable with Floyd and you didn't want to mess anything up; You also didn't want to accidentally out your relationship to your fans and cause some sort of havoc that had to be cleared up by your PR team. Nor did you want any of them to go to Floyd's way and do who knows what. But, knowing you also couldn't lie to him forever, you caved in and sent him the tickets in the mail along with a letter:

ꨄ︎ "Floyd! You have mail." JD called from the elevator as he came back into the bunker with mail. Everyone was gathered around in the kitchen, talking and slowly waking up; JD only dumped the pile of letters, party invites, and anything else that got stuck in mail onto the counter. He handed Floyd' letter to him personally, with a playful wiggle of the eyebrow. Confused, but a little intrigued, Floyd opened the envelope and read the letter, taking his time and not minding the peeping eyes of everyone around. His brothers, seemed to interested with this letter. "It's tickets?" Floyd mumbled when he reached the end of your letter, noticing the lipstick kiss on the bottom. His cheeks flushed a little, a dorky smile wobbling onto his lips before he coughed and tried to compose himself. He knew he would never hear the end of it from his brothers, who were already snickering! All but for Branch, "Tickets to what?" "Tickets to that band you introduced us to." Floyd mumbled, pulling out 7 VIP tickets to your next concert in Pop Village. Poppy nor Viva could contain their screams as soon as they saw the tickets!

ꨄ︎ Floyd texted you later in the day, thanking you for the tickets. Yet, just as you knew he would, he couldn't help but question where you got them (and if you bought them, how he would pay you back) and why there was only 7 and not 8 (where you not coming?). You could only text him back that he would understand during the concert; which was in a few days time.

ꨄ︎ And then you may or may not have ghosted him... Listen, you were completely freaking out about this new change. Even if it hadn't started yet, you had so much fear you half hoped that you ghosting Floyd would end in him thinking you hated him and he wouldn't come and you never will have to face with the consequences of your own actions. Wow, that actually not sounded so shitty thinking about it. "Oh hey, lover boy is here!" "WHAT?!"

ꨄ︎ Your plan didn't work, Floyd sort of figured everything out after hearing Poppy infodump about the group a day before the show. He was still a little iffy about his assumption that you were a member of this group, yet thought he might right. After all, it would explain a lot about your odd schedule and your recent ghosting. And while Floyd was sitting down, getting comfortable next to his brothers and the ever so excited Poppy, Viva, and surprisingly Clay and Branch, you were freaking out! The others literally kept having to splash water in your face to keep you from backing out, or maybe even passing out. You couldn't believe this was happening, you couldn't believe that he actually came, you couldn't believe- "Come on ladies, we need you on stage now!"

ꨄ︎ During the performance, you kept glancing over where Floyd and his brothers were, so nervous about his reaction. You saw, on several occasions, Viva and Poppy shouting and cheering, dancing with both Clay and Branch and between themselves. Bruce acted like any other dad that was brought to this concert because of his teenage daughter, and Floyd... Oh you were too nervous to get a good look at him. Yet, what you didn't see was that Floyd was your biggest supporter. He was shouted your name with the biggest smile, singing your lyrics (that he so didn't memorize since he got the tickets and even more so when he pieced things together).

ꨄ︎ He's so supportive! <3

ꨄ︎ He was slightly shocked when he first realized who you were, but quickly became your biggest fan! Literally ran to you after the show, couldn't hold himself back from pulling you into such a big hug. Literally was gushing over how amazing your performance was and he was so sorry he ever made you feel like you had to hide this from him. You had to reassure him it wasn't because of anything he did.

ꨄ︎ "Wha- Floyd no! I didn't keep this away from you because you were the problem!" You rushed how instantly as soon as you heart Floyd apologize. You couldn't even believe he would even begin to think that this was somehow his fault, when it was the opposite. "It.. it wasn't?" His look of confusion pulled at your heart so much. The way he pulled away from the hug for a moment, hands still on your shoulders, as he gave you a confused wide-eyed look. You cursed yourself for not telling him earlier! "No, of course not! I was-..." You paused for a moment, biting at the edge of your lip. You thought over your words carefully, "It was... nice to have someone who didn't know who I was. It felt like I could be, you know, normal around you. I didn't have to worry about being stage me because I could just be me!" "Oh..." Floyd seemed like he understood that feeling all too well. You stared at him, your eyebrows scrunching a little in confusion. "What?" "Why do you look like you know exactly what I'm talking about like you've experienced it before?" "Because I do!" Floyd would give you a small smile, "Back in my Brozone days-" "YOU WERE IN BROZONE?!"

ꨄ︎ Floyd may or may not have forgotten to mention he had been a member of BroZone; Whoops!

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[afyrian]

hay bales everywhere sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader (fluff) m.list | wc: 1.2k | halloween event: day four

    “thanks for coming with me, sakusa. normally i wouldn’t take a first date on a hayride… but they’re almost closed for the year and i haven’t had time,” you stand amongst a cornfield, hands clasped in front of you.

  sakusa kiyoomi, your first date partner, stands beside you. his shoulder has bumped into yours more times than you count as you wait for the last ride of the day. the sun has started to lower in the sky, the clouds parting to reveal a ray of beautiful oranges and yellows. you had messaged on and off for a week before proposing the idea. 

  and despite his initial objections, he’s standing next to you, hands in his pockets. “i get it, didn’t you say it’s a tradition? or dream, or something?” sakusa ponders, gaze constantly moving away from you and to the ticket holder who stands beside the two of you.

  “tradition. although, it’s more like, try a hay bale ride, not a specific one. it’s just that i’ve heard good things about this one and i couldn’t come last year,” you look over at him, taking in his features all at once. 

  you remember his photos from his profile, the ones his friends seemingly added. one of him with a random dog, one of him during a game, one of him and a friend who you could only assume to be the one to make his account. none of them quite capture the natural appeal he garners. the way his smile is soft and gentle, overtaken only by the curls on his head.

  “you have any traditions during this time of year?” you take in a deep breath, the cool autumn air filling your lungs.

  sakusa looks ahead at the track, narrowing his eyes. “uh, no, well, my team does. it’s just an event we have after the fall tournaments. i never go, but they all seem to really enjoy it-”

  his sentence is cut short as the tractor and bed comes down the trail. the loud murmur of the motor rattles through the air as it comes to a stop behind a large archway. a family and a few couples step off of the bed, hay falling off the sides. one of the individuals look familiar, the blonde hair dye burned into the back of your mind. 

  looking back at sakusa, you try to ignore the nagging feeling, instead choosing to walk towards the tractor. walking with him, you make your way to the steps. sakusa, his hand a little shaky, holds your hand as you walk up the steps. he stands there, an almost hidden smile on his face when you make it up the final step. 

  “gosh it feels amazing out here,” you breathe in the country air, sitting down on one of the many hay bales.

  they’re all tied in, yet pieces of flying astray across the wooden bed. sakusa makes his way up as well, looking at the hay, bits of dirt on the bales. his breath hitches when he looks over at you, wondering if he could still back out now. however, when the driver shouts out ‘please sit down, the ride starts soon’, sakusa’s forced to sit beside you. 

  “yeah, it’s quite chilly out here,” he nods, hands resting on his knees, tapping constantly. 

  you raise an eyebrow, feeling the tractor starting to move. “you want my jacket or something?” you question, smiling widely as the night of festivities and first date blunders begins.

  sakusa looks over at you, rolling his eyes. despite a tenseness he feels running down his back, listening to you joke brings an ounce of peace to him. “that would be so kind of you, i don’t know what i would do without you,” he leans back against the wooden railing, closing his eyes and bringing the back of his hand up to his forehead.

  “you’d never experience this amazing hayride and slightly awkward first date,” you nod, looking out at the cornfields and fields of pumpkins. 

  the rest of the bed is empty besides the hay bales, leaving just the two of you. it’s not necessarily awkward, but the silence between you is palpable at best. you look back at him, watching as he plays with the zipper on the end of his jacket. “so… what do you consider to be the best first date question?”

  sakusa looks back at you, eyebrow raised. “‘best first date question’? i’ve never thought of that before, i don’t go on dates all that often. but, if i could think of any, i would say ‘what did you want to grow up to be when you were younger?’. sorry, it’s the only one i could think of,” sakusa shrugs, swaying as the tractor runs over a small pothole. 

  “what did i want to be? would it be ridiculous to say an astronaut?” you shake your head, thinking back to the spaceship drawings and watching different space programs that lingered on television.

  sakusa looks back at you, mouth slightly open as he smiles. tapping his foot against the wood incessantly, he shakes his head, “no, no, it’s not. i mean, you still have a chance. you have a favorite constellation or whatever?” 

  looking up at the sky, you look for the specific constellations in the sky that you can recognize. different ones that are no longer clouded by the light pollution of the city. and finally you can spot the specific one in your mind. pointing towards the sky, you lean towards him, so he can follow your finger.

  “you see those four stars up there? it’s my favorite constellation, called ‘this is a good first date’,” you look over at him, face a little too close to his. 

  sakusa looks back at you, his face dropping as if he’s trying to hide an egregious smile. “really? i’ll have to look into it more after this. maybe there’ll even be one that mentions a second date,” a sudden coarse of confidence runs through sakusa, his hand bumping into your knee as the driver hits another pothole. 

  you shake your head, suddenly feeling very nature with him. the aura he emits feeling warm and gentle beside you. either that or your cheeks have just received more blood than needed, even your hands start to feel clammy under the cool evening air. “right, i think you’re right. but i’m sure you could send me a link, perhaps a reservation,” you can feel your breath hitch, meeting your match.

  just as you’re about to say something else, comment on how much you’d love to tell him more about astronomy, the driver shouts something. due to the engine and speed, the two of you can’t hear him. however, you soon learn what he means when the bed hits a large pothole, sending you flying into sakusa. 

  pushing him against the hay bales, you’re practically laying on him. your hands are on his chest, fingers sprawled out against his shoulders. looking into his eyes, you bite your lip, “i assume he said something about a pothole.”

  “yeah, i think so too,” sakusa nods against the hay bales, pieces getting stuck in his dark black hair. 

  not able to pull your gaze from his, you hold back a smile. his eyes move frantically, looking between yours, hand finding itself on your hip, “you’re gorgeous, by the way.”

  “you say that to all your first dates?”

  “just the ones who take me on hayrides.” 

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[stormblessed95]

Watching Are You Sure?! EP 7

A reminder of how I do these reaction posts as I watch things. I just write my reactions and thoughts down literally they happen. Think more of a bullet point format. I'll include links when I can to videos, thanks to the people who twt who upload clips. And at the end, I'll do a better wrap up of all my opinions. I hope everyone enjoyed the show so far!!

Not this show starting off with a mistaken identity trip!! Lol Jimin saying that he only went snowboarding once before and it was with JK. And JK was so confused. You could see him searching the files in his brain lmfao. Jimin's oh wait! I went with your friends 😂😂 okay, just hanging out with JKs friends on your own? It's giving couple. I can't lie. I'm sorry. What in the best friend?! 😂😂 I loved the facial expressions and the way Jimin buried his face into Jungkookie there too

Jimin listening to hate you. And JKs why are you listening to that? Jimin: because I like it 😳 lmao I agree Jimin, it was abrupt 😂😂

Their appreciation for their crew is 😍😍

Jk dozing off to Jimin's softly singing. It's giving the same vibes as that one run episode that he dozed off to Jimin's ASMR. Idk what that's giving exactly.... But it's giving *something* and you know what it is

"this is our last moment of relaxation. I love it" 😭

Not JK just chopping at his hair like that. Oh baby lol don't look at me like this is my fault!! It's okay, fucking up your hair and needing to make it much shorter than originally planned is a life right of passage lol

Not JKs haircut transporting Jimin back in time 10 years 😂😂😂

The staff giggling and immediately taking photos 😂 BTS are their babies lol

Jimin hurting himself and shouting oh shit 😂😂 the subtitles trying to sensor him without bleeping his actual words 😂🤣 subtitles should be accurate above all else people! Cmon! Lol

Jimin moaning and groaning while transferring tubs, sitting on the edge, etc and JK just looks like he is enjoying the show the whole time. There is so much ass on display in the shorts they are wearing in this whole scene. Where is the decorum?! Lol!

Turning off the cameras to shower together before the Jacuzzi. Very innocent, but sounds like it could be so not 🤣😂

JKs faces when trying to handle to cold tub 😂😂

"feel how cold I am" better translated to "just hug me once" and the immediate hug and the hand placement to feel the cold? Yeah okay 🤣

Anyone remember the emojis over the barest slips of tummy during anything? Now they are showing them wash themselves and rub their own muscles in a cold tub and show off flexing to the camera. What the fuck Hybe 🤣🤣🤣

Soundproof Sauna to their matching PJs and eating a whole feast 🥰

The way they giggle together is my favorite thing

JK watching Jimin making his this crab is so good video so endeared 🥰😂😍

Jimin insisted on JK trying the shrimp too because it was so amazing instead of eating the last of the shrimp even though he loved it so much. And JK sharing half his urchin with Jimin because it was so yummy. Cute. They are so precious to each other

Jimin wants seconds, JK says it's a bad idea. They order seconds 😂😂😂

I both love and hate watching them eat. Because I think watching people eat is gross and I stand by that. Lol but they love it so much and look so happy, I also just enjoy seeing them enjoy themselves. It's a complicated mix of emotions I experience 😂

The trend continues of brushing their teeth together. Jimin, the mischief maker, kicks JK during their teeth brushing?? Lol and takes a selfie of them too. Share it please?

"I'm going to pass out after this, especially if we get massages" JK " we are getting massages?!" No lmfao you silly goose, that was 100% Jimin hinting at wanting a massage 😂🤣😂🤣

Not them being super sleepy, yet still annoying each other on purpose by flashing lights at each other 😂

Jimin asking JK if he is too hot, probably knowing already he gets too hot at night. But instead of changing the temperature when he did wake up too hot, knowing Jimin was comfy with how it was, JK just moved to the living room. And Jimin waking him up by so softly petting his head 🥺🥺🥺

Are they advertising sunscreen? Lol it worked. I wanted to go get some 😂😂

Jimin fighting for his LIFE in the shower. Wtf was happening?!! Lmao and JK finishing up his breakfast before going into the bathroom to shower while Jimin was still in the shower it sounded like. Lol ALRIGHT. Hope you both enjoyed said shower I guess 😅😂🤣

Why are we play fighting while getting dressed boys?! Lmao

Jimin starting a pretend photoshoot with the ski jacket and gear. Absolutely, yes please

Jimin is such a good boyfriend bringing JKs jacket back out to him

Jimin just enjoying sitting in the car while JK goes in to order 😂😂 good for him! JK telling him he only ordered food for himself and none for Jimin, only to say "here is our food" when it arrived 😂 what a jokester lol

Jimin feeding Jungkook while he is driving 🥺

Jimin joking about an AYS OST. Please please please give it to us though for real

Singing random love songs for a game! Where JK interrupted Jimin singing the line "the person I love is gone" to sing "I love you" three times lol okay got it

The way JK always stops to just stare at Jimin until he gets his reaction to whatever he is doing or wearing is always so cute. Especially because he always smiles so cutely after Jimin gives him his desired compliment 💜❤️

JK adjusting Jimin's googles for him 🥺

The way that JK checks in on Jimin first to make sure he is actually okay before teasing him about being scared lol it's sweet and cute

The hysterical cut of JK shredding down the slope to Jimin laying in the snow 😂😂😂😂 Jimin and his staff member literally falling over each other 🤣🤣🤣 I'm dying lmao!

Jimin ditching his helmet with how often he falls is stressing me out lmfao he looks gorgeous though!

Skiing would be fun too he says, turning to Jimin with a hopefully sparkle in his eyes that he knows Jimin can't say no to. Camera cuts to them on skis 😂 JK, I love and adore you. Never change

Wrap up thoughts:

They showered/bathed together 3 times in one episode and thats insane. Lmao whatever guys 😂 this was just an excellent episode showcasing their closeness, their intimacy, their silliness, their individuality and their soft spoken nature with each other. It showed the way they consistently consider each other, what the other wants and needs. I don't think I have anything to expand on from what I've already said above. I really loved this episode. Fully plan on the last episode making me cry.

All purple links in my post go back to @dstdes with video clips of the moment being talked about. I did use a few twitter clips as well, sorry. Thanks for reading!

[whatitsdecending]

Alkaline (IV Oneshot)

IV x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.5k

Meeting a random stranger at a club wasn’t exactly something you did, but for some reason this was different and it ended up being the best decision you ever made.

Content warning: reader!switch, dominant male, use of toys, restraints, overstimulation, feelings of insecurity, drinking

“… I’m caught up in her design, and how it connects to mine. I see in a different light, the object of my desire…”

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The bass of the music thumped through your back as you leaned against the outside wall of the club. You waited with your friends as the bouncer meticulously checked each person’s ID as they entered the club. It took forever especially since just one guy was working, so you just tried to patiently wait until it was your turn.

A warm breeze kissed the exposed skin of your thighs, sending a flutter of shyness through you as you remembered just how short the dress you were wearing was. Your friends convinced you to try something new and not be as modest as you typically would be when going out with them, and so far you’ve blushed too many times to count each time you noticed someone staring at your exposed legs.

The line slowly inched forward and you were finally the next person to get their ID checked, your friends behind you excitedly whispering about the night ahead.

“Next.” The man said, his voice deep and stern as he stared down at you. You put your ID in his hand, heart racing as he examined your birthday and compared the ID photo to your face. He handed it back to you, “You’re good to go.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and hurried to the doors, stepping in and going to the side to wait for all your friends.

They came in one at a time and you all waited for the next. Once you were all together, they immediately pulled you to the bar. As you quickly walked over there, you kept trying to pull the skirt of the dress down a little as it crept up your thighs each time you moved.

Your face was red hot once you reached the bar, your friends putting in orders as you kept shyly trying to hide the fact that your dress was so short. In this room full of people, it was a bit more nerve racking as you looked around at everyone. You know you shouldn’t care about what others think of your outfit, but you could not help how nervous it made you feel.

Your friends were all so confident and wore some of the skimpiest outfits when you went out but you kept it more casual than they did. It was hard putting this dress on because of how much it extenuated and exposed. You practically felt naked.

The bartender was quick with all of the drink orders and soon you were following your friends as they maneuvered around the crowd. The booth you usually sat at was open (thanks to your friend Taylor’s amazing charm and flirting skills) and you immediately slid in, wanting to take a break from all the peering eyes.

“C’mon, Y/N!” Erin pulled at your hand as they all disappeared into the crowd.

You shook your head. “I’m gonna stay here for a little bit, I’ll come find you!” You shouted to her over the music.

Sadness flashed in her warm eyes. “Honey you look amazing, I promise you’ll feel good once you start dancing.”

“It’s okay.” You gave her a tight smile. “I’ll go when I’m ready.”

Erin nodded. “Of course, text me if you need me!” She blew you a kiss and headed into the crowd, leaving you at the booth where you can sip your drink in peace.

You quietly sang along to the songs that played and watched people dance around. Some grinded on each other and some bounced around with their arms in the air and smiles on their faces. This was probably your favorite thing about going out; seeing people let loose and forget about anything going on in their lives.

You rolled your eyes when you realized that you’re doing the exact opposite.

The drink you’d been sipping at was suddenly downed in just a few giant gulps as you moved your way out of the booth. You took out your phone and texted Erin, letting her know you were in the crowd.

Bodies pressed around you and you ignored each little bump into you as you squeezed through the crowd, inching your way to the DJ booth where you knew Taylor and Monica frequented. The crowd parted and you got a glimpse of the bright red hair that Monica had done recently and you pushed towards them.

Her eyes brightened as she noticed you coming over to her, arms opened wide for an embrace. “I was wondering when I was going to see you so we could dance!” She expressed over the music.

“Well we need a good song to dance to first.” You smiled at her as she gave you one quick look over before turning to the DJ and muttering into his ear.

She turned back to you and smirked. “He really likes me so after this song he’ll play one for us.” She pulled you in closer to her. “You look so good, Y/N! Like your boobs and ass are out of this world right now.” You blushed at her comment and laughed with her.

“Just feels odd being dressed like this.” You shrugged.

She patted your shoulder. “It took me a bit to get comfortable in something like this,” she pointed to the small band of fabric around her chest and tiny denim skirt. “But I stopped caring about what others would think and thought about just how hot I look. And you my dear, you look smoking.”

You smiled wide. “Thanks Monica, you always know how to make me feel better.” She blew you a kiss and then squealed as a new song started playing, the one song that always made the two of you dance like no one was watching: Yeah! by Usher.

You laughed as she dragged you to the center of the dance floor, the two of you immediately moving around as the beat of the song flowed into you. With the alcohol in your system, your body just swung around in ways you never imagined. Confident, you felt so confident as you rolled your hips with Monica and sang at the top of your lungs along with the song. People danced with you two, screaming the words back and forth with you.

It was probably some of the most fun you’ve ever had, and as the song ended you decided you needed another drink and broke away from Monica while she flirted with the man who currently danced with her.

You filtered out of the crowd and back to the bar, leaning over to shout your drink order to the bartender and waited patiently as he made your drink.

A man came and stood next to you, ordering a drink for himself and then waiting as well. You glanced at him and quickly looked away when you noticed how handsome he was.

“You’re quite the dancer.” He said, loud enough for you to hear but not to the point where he yelled the words. You noted the accent, British maybe or something else in Europe.

“Thank you.” You say, glancing again at him. He observed you, eyes a bright blue as the lights in the club bounced off his face.

He smiled. “My name is IV, what’s yours?” His eyes glimmered as he waited for your answer, the smile on his face never faltering. He was kind, this man was going to be kind.

“I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you!” You stuck out your hand to shake his, only to be met with him gently holding your fingers as he kissed the top of your hand. Your cheeks turned hot at the gesture and you looked away so he couldn’t see the blush across your face.

He chuckled. “You’re a shy one aren’t you?” You forced yourself to look him in the eye, a gentle glimmer of amusement met your gaze.

“Um, not usually. Just- today is different.” You said, thanking the bartender as he handed both of your drinks to you. You sipped yours and he did the same.

“Why is today different?” He asked after a moment of silence. You took a deep breath and shifted around on the chair, subtly pulling at the fabric that rode up your thigh.

You brought your gaze back to him. “I’m a little out of my comfort zone tonight.”

He raised a brow. “Is this your first time at a club?”

You shook your head. “No, I’ve been here many times, but…” Heat rose again through your body as the embarrassment made itself apparent. “This is not what I’d usually wear and as the night goes on, I try to tell myself I look good and not to worry, but I just can't let go of the feeling that everyone is judging.” He’d sat there and listened, nodding as you expressed yourself. Not once did his eyes rove over your body, the exposed pieces of you that you had always felt like needed to be kept a secret. “I’m sorry that was… a lot.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize.” He said and leaned forward. “It’s probably the last thing you want to hear, especially from a man, but you look ravishing.” A blush heated your cheeks as he smiled gently at you. “I’ll admit I couldn’t take my eye off you as you danced, but that’s only because of the smile on your face and the fact you were practically glowing out there.” Your heart pounded wildly at his words and you stared into his eyes, searching for the gleam that told you he was speaking truthfully.

And there it was.

Your body relaxed once you found it and you leaned back into the chair. “Thank you, IV. That’s very kind of you.” He nodded his response and took another sip of his drink. “So tell me, where are you from?” You leaned against the counter of the bar, closer to IV now that you felt comfortable near him. He smirked and set the glass back down, the words spilling out of him as he spoke about where he was from. Answering your questions as they came and even questioning you about your background. The conversation flowed effortlessly like the two of you have known each other for years. You laughed and laughed, a weight lifting off your shoulders as it came so naturally.

After a joke that you had rattled off and sent the two of you into another fit of laughter, he quieted down and glanced over at the dance floor. “Would you care for a dance?” He extended his hand out to you, waiting for your response.

“I’d be a fool not to dance with you.” You said and took his hand, leading the two of you away from the bar and onto the dance floor. You weren’t familiar with the song that played but you found the beat and moved with it. You dared a glance at IV noticing how he watched you, amazement flashing in his eyes as he danced with you.

He leaned forward, lips near your ear and his breath whispering across your skin. “Is it okay if I hold you here?” He asked over the music, tapping a finger on your hips. He pulled back to see your face as you nodded, a simpler response since you could not muster the words as your heart raged on. His hands were gentle as they rested on your hips, not faltering the movements you kept up as the song transitioned to something with a more intense beat.

You threw your arms in the air as you danced and danced, losing yourself to the rhythm of the music. You smiled as you glanced around to everyone around you as they danced. At this time of night the floor cleared out as people got tired and started heading home, leaving more space on the dance floor for everyone else to really let loose. And that’s what you watched; people living out a night like it was their last.

IV’s beautiful eyes came into view once again as you turned back to face him. His cheeks red as you smiled at him, either from dancing or the alcohol, you couldn’t tell. But you took a step closer to him, his hands still resting on your hips as if you were a valuable piece of fine porcelain that he was afraid to break.

You held his stare as you took small steps towards him, lifting your head ever so slightly the closer you got. Your heartbeat grew stronger as your chest pressed against his and felt his uneven breaths brushing along your face; he was nervous.

You stared into the ocean that was his eyes and glanced at the pink of his lips. “Can I kiss you?” You spoke so softly, as if all the music had been turned off and you didn’t need to raise your voice anymore. But he heard you and nodded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gently lifted yourself up onto your toes, thankfully not as much as you usually would because of the shoes you wore, and IV angled himself down meeting your mouth with his.

Clichés were not anything you had dreamed of or even searched for, but the moment your lips met his, you understood every word that would describe a cliché: It felt as if you were floating, the world around you drowned out as every piece of you focused on this.

IV pushed more into the kiss which allowed you to plant your feet back flat on the ground and for the kiss to deepen. It was passionate but gentle, he kissed you in a way that made your stomach flutter. You kissed and kissed, until a light flick of his tongue against your bottom lip had you parting your lips for him to enter. Your grip around his neck tightened, somehow managing to pull him even closer to you.

The taste of whiskey and a hint of nicotine laced his tongue, driving you mad as you drank in the taste of him. You realized another part of you wanted more. Desperate aches sang through your body as you held on tightly to IV, a thought wondering through you if he’d be on the same page as you are.

He pulled back and his pupils were blown with lust. You blinked a few times as you tried to compose yourself. A glance around at your surroundings and you noticed the stares, some nodding in approvement and others staring like they wanted more to happen on this floor.

IV noticed this too and made quick work of pulling you to him and hiding you from their eyes. “I’d like to know you better,” he whispered in your ear. “But not here. I’d rather it be more private.” Your toes curled in your boots as you realized what he meant, exactly what you were wanting too.

“Where to?” You asked, staring up at him and a shiver went through your body as you noted the way he looked at you. Tonight was about being outside of your comfort zone and trying something new. This, this was something you’d always refused. But you also never had someone make you feel as comfortable as IV did, you knew you could trust him.

He brushed the hair from your face. “My flat is right up the street, if that’s okay with you?” His thumb rested against your cheek as he stared down at you.

You nodded. “That’s good with me. Let me text my friends first and then we can go.” He let you fish your phone from your pocket and waited as you sent a quick message to the group chat, no responses right away since those three always ended up being occupied at this time of night. “Let's go.” You put your phone back into your pocket and took his hand as he led you out of the club.

The air was still warm as it brushed over your skin when you left the building. IV draped his arm over your shoulder with your fingers laced between his as you walked to his apartment. A short walk from the club to his place, how nice that must be each weekend.

You followed him up some steps and into a building, his arm rested lazily around your waist as you stood waiting for the elevator. It dinged and you stepped inside while he hit the button for his floor. The doors closed and you were utterly alone with him, this handsome and kind man who made your body feel like liquid without even laying a finger on the places you wanted him to. You wondered if you were dreaming.

As if he could read your mind, he stalked up to where you stood. He pressed his hands on either side of your head as your back laid against the wall of the elevator. Your hands flew up to his head and you crashed your lips against his, desperate for the softness and taste of him.

He groaned into your lips. “I will stop this goddamn elevator if you keep kissing me like that, Y/N.” His voice was gravely, eyes wild as he stared you down.

“You better keep that same energy when we get to your apartment.” You smirked at him as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened to the floor.

“Believe me,” he said as he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder. “I will.” A squeal came from your lips as he sauntered out of the elevator with you over his shoulder. God, he was strong. You blushed deeply at the thought of him so easily throwing you over his shoulder, what else was he capable of?

He stopped, grabbed his keys from his pocket and had the door open in two swift movements. You did him the courtesy of closing the door for him and was just barely able to reach and lock it. He thanked you with a small slap on the back of your thigh.

From your spot over his shoulder you couldn’t see much of the apartment besides the light colored floors and some bits of the furniture he had. IV walked quickly to what you presumed to be his bedroom, steps never faltering as he carried you.

You entered another room and before you knew it, IV lightly tossed you onto a bed. You laughed in response when you collided with the mattress. He smiled down at you, not with the kind eyes from before but with ones that were fueled with desire.

“This is a view I could get used to.” He said. You propped yourself up on your elbows and watched as he walked over to the dresser, opening the top drawer and fishing something out. “Would you be okay with me using these on you?” He turned around and handcuffs dangled in his hands. Your body went hot and your breathing ragged as you stared at the metal devices.

“I-I’ve never used those before.” You swallowed at the thickness in your throat.

He nodded. “That’s okay, we won’t use them.”

“No,” you say. “I want to try it out.” He turned back around with a smirk on his face, the kind of smirk that told you he was going to ruin you and enjoy it.

IV kneeled on the bed next to you and tapped your arm. “I’m only going to restrain your arms since this is your first time.” He firmly held your forearm as he clasped the handcuff around your wrist, then lifted your arm over your head to secure it to the bedpost.

“Tug at them a bit.” He instructed once he finished securing the other side. You pulled and was immediately met with resistance. “Good.” He stepped off the bed and walked back to the drawer. “Do you use any toys on yourself?”

You laid there smirking at the back of his head. “Who doesn’t?” He turned and you beheld the vibrator in his hands. You had the same one (and probably so did millions of other women) just in a different color, so you knew exactly how that thing worked on you.

He waltzed back over to you with his eyes fixated on your body sprawled on the bed. The mattress sunk under his weight as he climbed onto the bed, sitting himself where your feet lay. “I’m going to take your clothes off now, let me know if I’m going too fast.”

“Okay.” You breathed as he ran his hands along your bare legs, up to where the button and zipper of your skirt were. You felt his fingers undoing each part and lifted your hips slightly as he began to remove the skirt from your hips. You breathed in deeply as he observed the panties you wore and traced the fabric with his fingers.

IV moved to linger over you, a smile crossed his lips as he met your eyes and his fingers now worked on undoing the buttons on your top. You giggled as you watched his eyes widen at the sight of your breasts as they settled into their respective places when the top was undone, going braless was Taylor’s idea.

He ran his fingers along your skin, goosebumps rising in the wake of his touch. His callused skin brushed against your nipples and your back arched at the sensation. A grin was plastered on his face as he watched your reaction. He bent down and kissed you right over your heart before he moved back by your feet.

“Are you staying clothed the entire time?” You asked, pointing to him.

“I’ll take my shirt off for now.” He said and worked on removing his top. You took in every inch of his torso, eyeing the necklace that he must’ve kept tucked under the fabric as it now dangled over your panties. “Better?” He asked and kissed just above your panty line.

You sighed at the contact. “Much better.” He really was handsome, every part of him was perfect. Well, at least all that you have seen so far.

He smiled up at you and laced his fingers beneath the fabric and pulled it down your legs, the air hitting your slick core now that it was exposed. IV’s eyes seemed to darken at the sight of you naked in front of him. He devoured every part of you with his gaze.

The buzz of the vibrator coming to life disrupted your focus on his face, now watching as he brought the toy closer and closer to your core. “If it’s too much, just tell me. But I do want to see how much you can take, if it’s alright with you.” You squirmed as his hand brushed against your thigh as the toy neared your body.

“I understand.” You say, making eye contact with him. “I’ll do what you want.” He smirked at your words and then pressed the head of the vibrator to your clit, the sensation running through your body as he pressed more and more. Your body shook and you pulled at the restraints, gripping your hands so tight together that your nails left marks in your palms.

“Good.” He purred. “That’s a good girl.” You squirmed under the vibrations that rolled through your body.

Your moans became louder as the knot built in your stomach. The more apparent it came, the more you ached to feel IV and have your hands roaming around his body. He ran his hands soothingly along your thighs as your muscles tensed up as your orgasm racked your body, shaking as the wave of pleasure soared through you.

“Oh fuck.” You cried when he did not remove the vibrator from your clit as your orgasm hit, only pressed it down more as your body shook. He placed a kiss on your thigh as you wriggled around, the handcuffs clanked on the bed posts as you pulled at them. “IV, please… oh my god.”

“Hmm?” He hummed against your skin.

“So… fuck!” You couldn’t find the words to describe the feeling that settled deep into your bones. “I need you.”

He circled your entrance with his finger. “What exactly do you need from me?”

“Everything.” You whimpered. His finger slipped in with ease and your hips bucked up at the new sensation.

Just as a second orgasm was going to hit, IV removed the vibrator from your clit and a desperate whine escaped your lips. He only chuckled in response as he fingered you and eyed your body as it relaxed.

“Oh please, you think I was going to let that toy do all the work?” A cocky tone laced his words and he pressed his lips against your clit, his tongue then making contact and swirling around the bud. You strained harder against the cuffs as the urge to grab his hair and push him as far down as he can go filled your mind.

Another finger slid into you as he pumped in time with the movement of his tongue. You were practically melting under his touch, funny how a stranger at the club bar ended up being so good with his tongue.

Your orgasm hit you harder than the first. You cried out his name loud enough for his neighbors to hear as your body convulsed.

He had moved away from you as you finished, gently stroking your shin as he watched. You stared up at him breathless as he smiled. “How was that?”

“Good.” You breathed.

“Just ‘good’?” He asked, angling his head to the side.

You smirked. “Would’ve been great if I got to touch you.” He chuckled and turned to the cuffs that held your feet, undoing them slowly just to piss you off.

He leaned over you as he went to undo the cuffs on your wrists. Once you got free reign of your limbs again, you grabbed hold of him and had him flipped onto his back as you straddled his lap. A look of surprise was plastered onto his face as he stared up at you. “Didn’t expect that now, did you?”

“Didn’t realize the shy girl at the bar had a dominant bone in her body.” He said. You felt his shaft harden beneath you and saw the blush on his chest and cheeks.

“But you like it, don’t you?” You toyed with the necklace he wore.

He stared you down and his hands roamed to your ass, gripping you hard and pushing your hips down as he grinded up into you. “We’ll see how this turns out if you want to play the dominant role.” You moaned at the feeling of his jeans against your sensitive clit.

It was hard not to back down and lay against the mattress once more for him, but you were already here and had been aching to make him whimper your name all night.

So you edged off his hips a bit as you undid his belt, throwing it to the side where your clothes were and worked on his pants. You slid his jeans down his legs and straddled him again, leaning your chest against his. “You never gave me the chance to taste myself.” You whispered against his lips before closing the space between you.

Your tongue was in his mouth as soon as his lips parted, taking in the taste of you still fresh on his tongue. His moan rumbled into your throat as you ran a hand along his hard shaft beneath his briefs. You palmed him for a while as you fought his tongue in his mouth. His breath was ragged and his hips bucked up at your touch, but you never gave him what he wanted. You wanted him to beg.

You pulled away from his mouth for a moment to take in how he looked. His eyes held the plea for more in them as his breathy moans echoed through the room. “Y/N… please..” He whispered.

“Please what?” You teased him more and slowly moved your palm against his shaft.

“Please just fuck me already.”

You smirked. “Hmm, I guess I can do that.” He watched with desperation as you pulled his briefs down, his aching cock springing from the fabric and letting you get the full view of it.

You positioned yourself back over his hips, your fingers taking hold of his cock as you lined it up with your entrance. He watched your every move as the restraint flashed in his eyes. You kept eye contact as you slid down and his cock filled you, both of your moans echoed through the room at the connection.

You took a moment to adjust to it. Once you were good with it, you placed both hands on his thighs and began moving. Your hips slowly rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that would send him over the edge. You let him rest his hands on your hips but didn’t let him move them, hitting his hands gently each time he tried.

The moment he threw his head back and moaned was the moment you kept your rhythm exactly where it was. Not too fast, not too slow. But enough to where he was quickly losing control. His one hand flew between your legs and he circled your clit with his thumb, an unexpected but a very welcomed surprise.

You looked down at him and he looked at you with a devious expression and before you knew it, he had you flipped onto the mattress. Never losing the connection between the two of you and keeping your legs wrapped around his hips. He pounded into you hard and fast. Your nails dug into the skin of his back as he fucked you, the sound of skin slapping skin now echoed over your moans.

He grunted as his grip on your hips tightened and the thrusts became sloppy. He was close. You glanced to the side and saw the vibrator from earlier, reached for it and immediately placed it onto your clit and turned it on. From where you had it positioned, it was going to touch IV as well and from past experiences… This was always a popular demand.

“Mother fucker.” He gritted out as your own orgasm was beginning to crest. You grinned up at him as you let go, screaming his name as he fucked you through it.

And as yours settled, his came crashing through him. He pulled out quickly and released his cum all over your stomach, panting wildly as he did so. You unwrapped your legs from his hips and he sat back on his feet, staring at you as you both settled down from your release.

“I’ll get you a towel.” He said, rolling off the bed and striding to his bathroom. You laid there taking deep breaths as you glanced at the time. It was late, and getting a ride home was going to suck especially when you’re going back alone.

He came back from the bathroom with a damp towel. He wiped carefully at your stomach, then took the other end of the towel and cleaned you up gently below.

You excused yourself to the bathroom to take care of that business, and when you came back he had pulled a new pair of briefs on and handed you a t-shirt. “Didn’t know if you’d want this to sleep in or not.”

“Oh… I was gonna just get an Uber home.” You say.

He shook his head. “It’s 3am, I’m not going to let you go home in an Uber by yourself.” He smiled. “I actually want you to spend the night with me.” A warm feeling drifted into your heart at the genuine gleam in his eyes.

“Okay.” You say and pull the shirt over your head. It smelled of him, light but still there. “I’m exhausted.”

He pulled you to him and kissed your head. “Me too. Let’s get some sleep, yeah?” You nodded and climbed into the bed, watching as he turned off the lights and then climbed in next to you. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you in close to his chest, your hand rested on the softness of it.

Just as you were about to doze off, he said, “You really thought you’d be able to dominate me that whole time?” A chuckle vibrated his chest and you smacked him.

“Usually the men I fuck let me, unlike you.”

He kissed your head. “Sorry, didn’t expect the beautiful woman at the club to fuck me like that.”

“Was it up to your standards?” You asked, tracing lines across his chest in the dark.

“Surpassed them, actually.” He said.

You smirked and closed your eyes again. “Well, you’ll just have to let me show you just how good I can fuck you.”

He chuckled again. “In the morning, Y/N.”

(part two if you all want it?)

Taglist: @artificialstardust

[thechaoticdruid]

Hello! A scene rewrite for your consideration (no obligation of course!):

Astarion’s siblings’ reactions when they break into the party’s camp at the Elfsong Tavern and see Astarion and Winnie cuddling in bed. After the fight, Winnie asks him about not having empathy for the other spawn and Astarion says his line, “No one ever looked out for me. No one ever said a kind thing to me…you’re the only one.”

angst/hurt/comfort?

Thank you for your amazing writing! ❤️

Forever

Pairing: Astarion x Named!Tav (Winnie)

Note: I hope you don't mind, but some of it is word for word from the game while some is changed a bit, but it's pretty much the same context. This is literally one of my favorite scenes in the game! Also please ignore that the photo is not set in the same place as this oneshot. The oneshot takes place in the Elfsong!

Content: Violence, Fluff, slight angst with comfort. Nothing too bad!

Winnie had never thought she'd feel safe enough to sleep peacefully, undisturbed. Not since before the attack on the Lost Grove, her childhood home, did she ever truly feel safe. Today had been particularly tiring since Winnie, Astarion, Jaheira and Karlach had been on the trail of Jaheira’s friend Minsc. Karlach seemed super excited to meet him, apparently he was some great hero or something. Winnie had never been too educated on Faerûn’s heros. They didn't tell stories of them in the Lost Grove. Now she was resting up in their room in the Elfsong, snuggled up in Astarion's arms as he played with her hair, face nuzzled into his chest. The two of them laid on the bed together hidden away from the view of the others as the drapes closed off the room they were in. 

Astarion was awake watching over the human druid as she dozed off in his arms. The sound of the Elfsong’s ghostly songstress lulling her to sleep. Astarion leans over and plants a chaste kiss on her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of lavender and cherry blossoms, the druid’s signature scent. 

For a while she was in a peaceful slumber, but the wicked don't sleep, someone was here to disturb her rest.

Astarion’s pointed ears detected the sound of footsteps and the scent of undeath hit him hard. 

His siblings had come for a visit, slipping in through the curtains that separated them from the rest of their sleeping companions. Glowing red eyes gazed over at the couple in curiosity.

“Astarion? Finally we've found you.” A tiefling female said as she stepped through the curtains. She was followed shortly by what appeared to be a shirtless human male. The two immediately noticed Astarion curled up around his sleeping human love. Astarion mentally cursed himself for allowing his siblings of all people to witness him in such a vulnerable moment. Cazador was the last person that needed to know of his relationship with Winnie.  

“Looks like he found himself a pet mortal.” The man murmured. Astarion slipped away from Winnie and stood in front of her. 

“Oh, her? She's more of a convenient blood bag, really.” Astarion bluffed, hoping his lie would make sure Cazador didn't see Winnie as a means of leverage to use against him. Winnie shifted, exposing the faded bite marks upon her neck.

“Nevermind that brother, you're coming with us.” The tiefling said before she and the male began to corner Astarion.

Winnie slowly shifted, unconsciously feeling around her bed for her lover. Her eyes blinked open as she suddenly heard the sound of shouting. 

“GET THE HELLS AWAY FROM ME!” Astarion snarled. Winnie leapt out of bed now wide awake as she noticed Astarion backing away from two unfamiliar intruders with his fangs barred. 

“Peace brother, we've come to take you home.” The tiefling said. Winnie glared at them and moved over towards Astarion's side.

“The master needs all seven of us for the ceremony, come with us and be reborn. We'll live again.” The man said.

“You're not taking Astarion anywhere.” Winnie growled out, taking a step in front of him protectively.

“Our master needs him for the Rite. He must attend.” The tiefling woman said.

“Oh, I'm well aware of what the master needs. But don't we deserve better?” Astarion spoke up.

“Better? What do you mean?” The other male spawn questioned.

“After these centuries of torment, I know what you all want, more than power, more than to walk in the sun.” Astarion looked at the other two spawn before a devilish grin formed upon his lips. “You want to see him dead.” The other spawn looked at one another as Astarion continued. Winnie rose an eyebrow at Astarion, curious about what he had to say. “The Rite of Profane Ascension will be mine and he won't see a scrap of its glory. I am going to complete the ritual as the Ascendant and then I am going to kill him!” 

Winnie's eyes widened in surprise. He was really still trying to go through with this despite all of her warnings. Winnie wasn’t a stranger when it came to killing, but his siblings were under Cazador's control just as much as he'd been. Whatever their sins were, they weren't their own. At least that's how it was in Winnie's mind. 

“This is your chance. Name me your new master. We will get our revenge and you will live again.”  Winnie could see the lie in his smile, the hunger for power was clear as day. He'd throw them to the wolves for his own gain.  Normally Winnie would be sickened by such a rotten scheme, but being that it was her lover cooking it up she just felt disappointed. 

“Astarion, you can't be this cruel. You're asking them to die for you in that ritual.” Winnie looked at him, eyes saddened. Astarion tensed as he looked back at his lover's round puppy-like eyes, the soft pout of her lips nearly making him cave.

“Don't look at me like that. With the sweet little ‘disappointed I'm not getting cuddly Astarion’ pout. I can't take it.” He glared back at her slightly. “I can't be what you want to see in me.” 

“Die in the ritual? Whatever are you speaking of? We're going to cheat undeath.” The tiefling said, looking quite puzzled.

“Cazador is lying to you. He needs your souls to complete this ritual!” Winnie exclaimed, “why else do you think he wants Astarion back so badly?”

“The master doesn't need to lie to us. He controls us completely. Why go through the trouble of giving us hope?”

“Oh, I don't know…Maybe because he's a sadistic piece of shit?” Winnie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at their ignorance.

“Shit. She's right, we're doomed.” The male spawn said. “Alright, we'll help you. Just tell us what to do.” Just as he was about to speak further the tiefling woman began to cry out in pain, her body glowing red.

“The bond’s hold. He owns us. We have no choice, we must obey. Get out of here, Astarion!”  She shouted before the other male began to glow red as well.  Winnie tensed, the sound of the front doors to the connecting rooms slamming open sent her into survival mode. Almost immediately she dropped down, wild shaping into her direwolf form with a loud howl to alert the others. 

Astarion quickly grabbed his rapier from under the bed as his tiefling sister came at him with claws. Astarion's blocked her with the blade, slashing her across the chest and kicking her back. Winnie immediately jumped on Astarion's brother and sank her teeth into his shoulder. While the other members of their group fought with the other invading spawn, they were able to slip right past them and make their way towards the room where Astarion and Winnie were locked in combat. 

They lunged at the transformed druid, sinking their fangs into her flesh and draining her of her precious ichor. Winnie released the spawn, jerking back with a high pitched dog like whine as the other spawns mobbed her.

“Winnie!” Astarion pushed his sister out of the way and rushed over to the druid as she was forced out of her wild shape and into her human form. The arcane trickster kicked one of his siblings off her before casting scorching ray and hitting multiple of them with it. Winnie had to take a moment to regain her composure as her head was spinning from blood loss. 

This is bad….Fuck…If only the sun was….Wait a minute!

“Sol Invictus!” Winnie suddenly cast daylight on one of the nearby chairs, sending intense beams of light at all of the nearby vampire spawn. Their skin began to sizzle and scorch. Astarion's siblings immediately made a run for the exit, disappearing into mist before they could be turned to ashes. Winnie huffed a bit, eyes glancing around at the blood and damage caused by their uninvited guests. 

“What a mess. Well at least you've met my family now.” Astarion sighed, running a hand through his hair. Winnie crossed her arms and glared at Astarion.

“Oh come on, you're not still pouting over this!” Astarion whined.

“That was low Astarion. Lying to them like that.” Winnie huffed out.

“I don't know why you're so upset. They're only six vampire spawn!” 

“Can’t you at least be a little sympathetic to others who suffered the same as you?” 

“None of them would do the same for me! 200 years or torment and no one ever said a kind thing to me! You're the only one.” He said, gesturing towards the brunette haired druid.

“Astarion.” Winnie frowned, a saddened look in her eyes. 

“Other people don't have a heart like you….You're you….No one is like that.” Astarion said softly before suddenly feeling a soft hand on his cheek as Winnie looked into his eyes.

“Star, there are so many wonderful people in this world who will love you as much as I do. You just need to open your heart to them.” Astarion placed his larger hand over Winnie's. 

“Don't sell yourself so short. I'm doing this for you too, you know. To make sure we're both safe. Forever.” Astarion smiled sweetly as he gazed lovingly back at his druid before adding a firm, “for good.” Winnie smiled at him, eyes growing soft.

“Your sweet words aren't gonna change my view on this I'm afraid.” Winnie smirked, “but I am rather happy to hear you want to protect me.” 

“Stubborn little thing.” Astarion murmured before leaning in to kiss Winnie's forehead. “I saw you get bitten quite a few times. Are you alright?” 

“I feel woozy I guess, tired.” Winnie admitted, before receiving another forehead kiss. 

“Wait here, I'll go get you something to eat.”Her vampiric love hummed.

“Ooh! Ooh! Cheese!” Winnie said giddily as her partner rolled his eyes with a smile before walking off to fetch her some food. 

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Taglist for Winnie's during campaign oneshots:

@vixstarria , @paganwitchisis , @kerwin290710

[sailor-artemis]

KBITY!!! I have done it, y'all. I've transcended my human form to become The Catgirl Of All Time™.

Jokes aside, here's my finished Izutsumi cosplay! This project has ruled my life for the past five months or so, and I'm so happy with how it turned out. I tried so many new techniques and did many of them scared, stupid, or both, but I've learned a ton and I'm excited to take the knowledge forward to future cosplays (and maybe even improve this one, too).

More thanks and rambles under the cut, the tl,dr is that my friends are awesome people and I love them a lot!

I had such a blast for my first time at a full weekend con, and while I'm bummed I wasn't able to make the official Dungeon Meshi cosplay meetup, I still met a ton of amazing cosplayers! I'm immensely grateful to everyone who came up and offered compliments or asked for photos, and a special shout-out to the person cosplaying Hayao Miyazaki (the famed animator, yes) who took the photo of me playing the train-driving arcade game. Thank you for indulging my silly request; you might've taken my favorite photo of the weekend.

I also have to thank my amazing friends I went with for making the con extra special; between letting me crash in your room last minute, putting up with my daily cosplay prep, holding my stuff during con floor photos and spotting other cool cosplayers to take pictures with, it truly would not have been as great as it was without you all.

Beyond that, I also have to give a huge thanks to @reversalsun! I truly don't know if this project would've come out even half as well as it did without your help and support. For tolerating my endless barrage of questions and progress pictures, for offering advice and tutorials, and for keeping me motivated with HxH watch parties, I honestly cannot say thank you enough. I look forward to seeing the projects you're working on, and I hope we can inspire each other going forward to keep making amazing stuff, cosplay and otherwise.

In summary, I'm kbity!

(Also I know the black nails aren't canon, I just thought they looked cooler :P)

[lilystyles]

comfort.

part three of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles

no strings attached masterlist & main masterlist xxx

authors note the long awaited part three!!! you guys are literally the best omg. all the love for both parts has been amazing since i'm so new to tumblr!! can't believe it :))) kisses and hugs, enjoy part three and follow me to see the other parts coming soon! sorry if this took some time, uni's kickin my ass.

brief description y/n calls harry drunk and scared, harry picks her up and helps take care of her. the next morning y/n worries she'll scare him off, but of course, harry eases those worries.

warnings! mentions of sex, swearing, and alcohol abuse, overall just a mature read. anxious girl reader moment (real). FLUFFY ASF!! around 4.5k words.

drunk!inexperienced!virgin!reader x fwb!harry

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“Hello?” A crackly voice spoke into Harry’s phone.

The familiar voice of Y/n made his eyes snap open. It was an odd, long, 011 phone number; he was confused why her little contact wasn’t on his screen. It was this recent photo of her lying on a rug in just one of his shirts listening to records. He was still half asleep, all foggy and confused. Her call had woken him up from a deep slumber. He honestly thought he might have been dreaming for a moment, her voice was all distorted.

“Love, is that you?” His voice came out all deep and gravelly.

“Harry?! It’s Y/n!” He could hear noise in the background of her, her voice was warped and all crackly.

“Are you alright?” He said quickly sitting up from his bed, she never called on a random number. Something must be wrong. His knuckles rubbed along his eyes, trying to wake himself up. It was pitch black and freezing inside his room.

“My phone’s dead!! I’m at some club, you’re the only number I knew off by heart! Can you come to get me? I’m a bit scared and I’m stranded!” She was still shouting, he could hear people shouting and music in the background. She could hardly even hear her own voice over it all.

Harry looked at the time on his phone. It was around 1 AM. “I’m coming now, Y/n. Where are you?”

“Some place called The Swan!”

He had already slid some shoes on and began to race to his car. “I’m comin’ right now, I’m gettin’ in the car. Can yeh wait with one of tha’ bouncers or somethin’ until I’m there?”

“Good idea, H. Okay, see you soon. Drive safe please.” She sounded very drunk. The phone made a slamming noise when she ended the call, it must have been a pay phone.

Harry had to stop himself from speeding to get her. He tried to breathe. She was scared, and that unsettled him. He knew that she didn’t need protecting, but drunk women alone were vulnerable, he wished it wasn’t so but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander to awful scenarios.

The Swan was this really dodgy nightclub in a dodgy neighbourhood. For some reason, their friend Olive tended to favour it for the free drinks on Friday nights. She must’ve roped Y/n into going there tonight. Harry had gone to a business meeting that evening so they hadn’t been able to hang out, he’d called her to tell her. Y/n said that was okay and that she had plans anyway too. 

This must have been the plan. 

When his car arrived outside the strip of clubs he parked in a taxi zone, and quickly got out not caring whether or not he could park there. He looked around the swarms of people trying to find her familiar head of h/c hair. He was still in sleep clothes, this grey pair of shorts and a shirt that belonged to Y/n actually. It was this baggy old pink one with Spice Girls on the front it fits him more tightly than her. 

His shoes were slippers and socks and he had a hoodie over his head. When he got closer to the entrance he saw her. 

She was sitting on the floor beside two big burly bouncers. Her feet were bare and the heels she had on were in her hands. The dress she was wearing had ridden up a bit as she stared off into the distance, drunkenly. She hadn’t seemed to noticed her undies were on display or that her straps were falling down her shoulders. Her heels were off and she was sitting them in her lap.

“Y/n.” He said in relief, glad he’d made it here quickly enough. She was in a right state. 

She looked up, smiling all bleary-eyed. Her mouth was in a wide-open puppy dog grin.  “Harry!” Her arms lifted up for him.

He laughed feeling better now that he could see she was all okay, nothing had happened to her. He bent over slightly to pick her up into the hug that she was wanting. She dropped her shoes as he lifted her but she didn’t seem to care slinking her arms around his waist and leaning into him.

She squeezed him tightly. “Thanks for gettin’ me,”

“Of course, love. Am I really the only number y'knew off by heart?” He asked pulling back slightly to see her face.

She blushed looking down at her feet, all shy.

“Other than Mum.” She replied, finally meeting his eyes. Her Mum lived back home though, so Harry was the only person she had to call and truthfully the only one she wanted to call.

He smiled kissing her temple, brushing some hair away from her eyes. Her mascara was smudged and her lipstick had faded leaving her lips stained a slightly rosy colour, but she still looked beautiful.

“Don’t get cocky. It’s from all those times I’d call you in Uni to pick me up.” She replied, her words slurring slightly.

“Have you seen Y/n?” Asked Harry, in a gruff tone. 

Queenie, Y/n’s friend who’d invited her to the party, was smoking a joint quietly outside on the front porch of the university sharehouse.

“I think she’s inside, last I saw she was dancing on the kitchen table.” Said Queenie with a breathy laugh, blowing out a long cloud of thick white smoke. The potent smell hit Harry’s nose and he wished he was back home.

He just nodded, sighing. It was probably about 3 AM right now. He’d been asleep but their friend James called him up saying Y/n needed to be picked up and brought home. She was a bit out of control. 

Harry knew it was of roommately and best friendly duties to pick his girl up. She’d done it to him too, many times. And he did worry for her when she was out drinking, especially when he wasn’t there to watch out for her. Even in school when they’d get drunk off stolen alcohol in each other’s backyards he watched out for her always.

 James would always say it was because he was like a jealous boyfriend, but Harry denied that saying it was simply because she tended to end up passed out on the road without his watchful gaze.

When he got inside suddenly his pyjamas felt too hot even though it was a chilly night. There were many people swarming the house, he made his way to the kitchen saying hello groggily here and there to friends. 

When he got there he found Y/n dancing along to the beat of some awful song everyone knew the words to. Her hips were swaying and the exposed skin that her low-waisted jeans offered looked edible, she looked so good even with half a bottle of tequila in her. He fought away that thought and blamed his tired eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed from her drink and she had this toothy smile on her face.

“Y/n!” He called over the music, looking up at her on the table.

She opened her eyes looking down at him. “HARRY!!” 

He smiled, and suddenly waking up at three had been worth it, and coming to get her was no problem. “Hi, love!”

She made grabby hands at him. “Come on! Get up here! Dance with me!! I missed ya!”

How could he say no?

He didn’t say anything, he just let go of her to pick up her shoes from the ground.

Her arms were wrapped around her body like she was cold. 

“Are y’cold?”

She nodded her head. He quickly took off his zip-up hoodie and put it on her, zipping it up for her. He was rolling the sleeves for her because it was too big when her hand fell onto his chest gripping his (her) shirt.

“You’re a thief!” She teased. “Not my Spices Girls shirt, Harold!”

He just smiled, pushing some loose hair behind her ears. “S’cute! I think I look good in it. Don’t you?” 

He’d look good in a paper bag, but the real reason he wore it was that it smelt like her. The shampoo she used, her perfume, and that something that was just her natural aroma. He liked how worn it was, the soft feel of it, and how it had faded from so many years of sleeping in it. She wore it a lot when they were roommates too. But she’d had it since she was little. The once vibrant pink had paled to a babied pink hue.

Honestly, he’d been sad they couldn’t hang out that evening. He put it on to help him sleep.

“You always look good.” She rolled her eyes as if it was annoying. And sometimes it was, how did he look good in the old raggy-stained shirt? She would never know. Magic. He was bloody magic.

He started taking his slippers off. They were black slip-on ones. She frowned at him. “What are you doing?”

“Put them on. I don’t want yeh’ cutting yourself on tha’ glass.” He said softly. Her heels were still in his hands, looking dainty in them. 

She smiled softly before sliding her feet into the slippers. Her feet ached from those ridiculous shoes, she was glad to be rid of them. His sock-covered feet were on the floor. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Home?”

“Home.” She nodded. 

He made sure he had her purse too before opening the car door for her and placing the bag and shoes by her feet. She slid in and Harry even did her seatbelt up for her, before gently shutting the door. When he got in beside her she smiled, glad to be with Harry. She’d missed him, it had only been one day. But they had been inseparable at the minute.

His car smelt of tobacco, mint, and a spicy woodsy smell. Just like him. He had a vanilla-scented air freshener and a charm of jade beads hanging on the mirror. 

“Can I put some music on, H?” She asked turning to him. Her eyes stared up at him. He handed over his phone unlocked.

She opened Spotify and put on some Oasis. Hitting shuffle it landed on ‘Married With Children’ and she sighed. “Remember when we used to listen to Oasis at my house?” She asked. 

Growing up Y/n had the most CD variety and all the gang used to go over and listen; when Y/n’s parents were away they’d smoke and drink with this album on in the background. It always made Harry feel very nostalgic and it always reminded him of her. Even when they had drifted his hands itched to ring her if he ever heard it on the radio.

“Of course, you loved bloody Oasis.” He replied, smiling at the memory of 14-year-old Y/n. She had these colourful dresses, ratty sneakers, and an Oasis obsession. She just grinned over at him in reply, humming the words of the song. He could see that girl inside her even now, and Y/n could still see young Harry who was all dimples and laughs underneath the rockstar beside her.

“Yours or mine?” He asked gently as pulled up to a red light. 

“Yours, please. S’closer and I want your comfy bed.” She had been dreaming of his big grand bed, it was all white, fluffy, and fresh and it smelt of her Harry. She wanted to curl up in there, she’d been feeling a bit emotional recently. She thought her period might be coming soon. So all she wanted was to sleep in his arms and his very comfortable and luxurious bed.

And she liked when she woke up at his house and she’d find him sitting on the couch drinking his tea, as always he was awake before her, waiting for her with some pastries or big plates of bacon and eggs. It was like being in a bloody hotel!

He nodded, she looked so sleepy beside him. “As you wish.”

The drive was quick and quiet beside the low humming radio.

When the car pulled out the front of Harry’s large house he entered the security code into the gate and made his way inside the driveway. When he parked the car and turned off the engine, he looked over to find her very much asleep.

He sighed softly, letting himself take a moment to stare. Her eyes were shut, fluffy eyelashes on her cheeks, lips all pouty and soft. She looked so calm and soft like this, it made her look like an angel. An angel in clubbing clothes. He knew he wanted to get her inside and change her into something comfortable and get her safely to sleep, but he wanted to enjoy her beauty for a second.

“Bun,” He whispered his hand touching her cheek. She leaned into his touch, still asleep. “We’re home,” he said slightly louder. 

Her eyes fluttered open, and she just nodded. He got out and walked to her door, helping her out. He grabbed all her things, locked the car and then grabbed her hand to guide her inside. When they stepped inside Harry was glad to be home. 

He then guided her upstairs to the bathroom motioning for her to sit on the toilet. She did so happily and he opened his drawer grabbing some makeup remover and cotton pads, Y/n had a habit of falling asleep in her makeup so he’d bought this so she didn’t have to at his house. 

He soaked the cotton pad with the remover and stepped closer to her, pushing her chin up slightly. She smiled at him sleepily. 

He smiled back. It was silent, but they didn’t always need to talk. They’d never needed to talk all the time, that wasn’t their style. 

He gently pressed the cotton pad on her skin and removed all the makeup around her lips, cheeks, and forehead. It took a few cotton pads and then he finally did her eyes, she looked like a panda for a second and he giggled at her. 

Her hand had crept up onto his hip under the shirt, her nails gently scratched the skin there and she saw a peak of the fern tattoos. She loved those tattoos, they had to be her favourite. When she’d pleasure him she loved kissing along those tattoos and when they cuddled on his couch and her head was on his lap she would trace along them. They were just fucking so sexy.

He liked her tattoo too. He was just as obsessed with every inch of her, but he loved that she had gotten it with him in mind. He felt they’d always be connected till the end of time.

Once he had gotten all her makeup off her, he used a wet cloth to wash her face. She felt nice and clean. Harry knew just how to take care of her. He handed her a hairbrush she left here and she quickly brushed her hair before tying it back away from her clean face. 

“Y’want your shirt back to sleep in?” He asked pinching the pink material. 

She shook her head. She had started to sober up, but she was still looking sleepy, “Looks better on you, Harry.”

He gave her the pink toothbrush he’d bought for her for when she slept over. She cleaned her teeth. He waited, leaning in the doorway, watching her with droopy eyes. He was starting to feel sleepy too.

She followed him to his bedroom, her arm wrapped around his waist as she pressed her cheek onto his back. He loved her like this, they already were quite physically affectionate but that was usually Harry initiating it. But drunk Y/n loved to touch him, he’d always known that. She was the same in uni.

When they made it to his room he opened his cupboard. Grabbing a jumper he wore earlier that day and a pair of clean boxers. He handed them to her and since she was drunk, and they had started to see each other nude more often she had no shyness in taking off her dress and Harry’s jacket. She threw it to the floor before she finally took off her bra and undies to slip into Harry’s clothes. The navy jumper smelt of him and she loved that. 

The whole room smelt of him. She took his slippers off and left them by the foot of the bed.

“In ya’ get.” He gestured to his messy thrown sheets. She quickly crawled up to the pillows before wrapping herself in his big fluffy duvet. He turned his lamp off and got in beside her with a sigh.

“Thanks.” She whispered looking up at him. 

He just gave her a crooked smile, all dimples. “Of course.”

She moved closer to him resting her head on his chest.

“Sooky pants.” He teased, arms still wrapping around her. 

She didn’t reply, just kissed his chest. It made his cheeks heat up. She made it hard for him not to feel like this. Did she even realise? He would do anything if it meant he got some of her. Even if she didn’t want to date him, he was happy with anything. Any piece of her was enough to keep Harry.

The two fell asleep quickly, wrapped together in each other’s soft touch, they hardly moved at all during their sleep. Feeling peaceful and warm on that chilly evening was enough to make Harry sleep in longer than usual. 

Saturday mornings usually consisted of him going for a run, grocery shopping, calling his Mum or Gemma. But this morning he slept through the sunrise and all the way until 7:00! Harry was honestly amazed, it’d been a long time since he slept in until then. He looked down to find Y/n still buried in his chest, and couldn’t bring himself to move.

After an hour of drifting in and out of sleep, his bladder caused him to get up. He tried to be gentle but Y/n stirred. He placed her gently back but she made a little whine, arms grabbing his. 

“I’ll be right back, Love.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. She let go. 

She opened her eyes, the curtains were half drawn and but it was a rather dreary London morning. Didn’t seem to be raining yet, but thick grey clouds covered the sky so it was practically dark in Harry’s room. She felt awful, slightly hungover, mainly just sleep deprived. She felt tired and sore, kicking off the white duvet she looked down to find a big red blotch staining Harry’s white sheets.

She looked to see it all over her thighs too. “Oh shit!” She gasped. She was so embarrassed. She wanted to cry. She ruined his sheets, his clothes, and oh god. What if he was grossed out? What if he found her digusting? She wasn’t exactly thinking rationally, but she wished she could’ve gotten it another time. Why now?!?!

Her panic was interrupted by Harry coming back from the bathroom. He had two steaming mugs in his hands, all smiley. Happy to see her up, thinking maybe they could go for a walk today. There was a local park nearby. He thought it could be cute, maybe they could get breakfast at a nearby cafe and go for a stroll. Y/n had some study to do but Harry was good at making sure she took enough breaks. She had a habit of overworking herself.

He stopped smiling when he saw her panic and glossy eyes. “Y/n, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry.” She said, tears spilling from her eyes. He frowned, he hated seeing her cry. He walked closer to the bed placing the two teas on the bedside table and finally saw what she was talking about. She must have gotten her period in the night or early this morning.

He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, baby, it happens.”

She placed her head in her hands, body slightly jolting from her sobs. He quickly wrapped her in his arms, rubbing her back. “It’s alright, I promise.”

“But I-I—” She hiccuped, pulling back slightly,“—r-ruined y-your sheets, Harry.”

“No you haven’t I’ll go wash them, it’s not a problem. It’s only sheets.” He caressed her head, pushing back stray hairs.

“What about your clothes?” Her lip quivered. She felt awful. So guilty.

“I’ll wash those too, Petal, s’fine.”

She frowned. “I’m so sorry. I know it’s gross.”

He frowned deeply. “S’not gross, it’s natural. Y’can’t control it, Love.”

She didn’t say anything, just looked down at the mess on the sheets and her legs. 

He kissed her forehead. “M’ gonna run you a bath, get some new clothes f’ya, and then I’ll get y’whatever breakfast y’want.”

She looked up, smiling gratefully. 

“What stuff do y’need? Do you need any pain relief?” He pulled out his phone and wrote down the list of things she needed. 

She felt so lucky, Harry was so sweet about it. Listening to every detail and asking questions.

He then ran a big bubble bath for her, lavender scented soap filled the room. He dimmed the lights and checked the temperature of the water with his hands. It felt just right. After he turned the water off he got a big fluffy black towel for when she was done. 

She stripped off his clothes telling Harry she’d wash them after she had her bath but Harry beat her to it and did the sheets and clothes all in one go while she warmed up and cleaned herself.

While she relaxed he did a few things around the house, including bringing her in a tea and his laptop to watch some Friends on. She needed something that didn’t involve thinking. 

He gave her a peck before leaving to buy her some pads and tampons, and the specific pain relief she wanted. 

Harry will admit that since gaining money he tended to go a bit over board sometimes. He came back home with enough pads and tampons for a year and lots of other things; including her favourite snacks and chocolate. 

When he came home from shopping he found Y/n relaxing still in the bath, eyes shut, as Friends played in the background. She opened her eyes, she looked a bit ill. She sometimes had really bad period pain. Today was one of those days.

He gave her a little haul of the things he bought. “I got tha’ ones with daisies s’on like y’asked.” He said shaking the box with the daisies. “Here’s the pain medication.”

She silently wondered if this is what a boyfriend would do. Her inexperienced brain made her question her sanity. Maybe this was normal for friends with benefits. She had literally nothing to base it on.

When he was done showing her he put them on the sink and Y/n told him she was ready to get out. He quickly shut the door giving her some privacy before grabbing some clothes for her to wear. 

He found a big black jumper with ‘Pleasing’ on the front, she loved this one (always knicking it), a plain white shirt of his that he wore to the gym sometimes, and a pair of black tracksuit pants with the drawstring so they would fit her well. He also found a pair of fluffy socks and had even bought some cotton underwear for her so she didn’t have to wear his boxers. At this point, Harry kind of wished she had a drawer here for her stuff. He liked having her here, and it might make things a little easier.

He knocked asking to come in. She mumbled a ‘come in’, and he did. She had wrapped herself in the towel. 

He handed her the pile of clothes, stroking her cheek. Her hair was damp letting the water fall over her neck, back, and shoulders.

“These are all clean and I bought some undies from the shop, so you should have everything. Let me know if you need anything else.”

“Thank you, Harry.” She said softly, eyes scanning his features. His eyes looked so green in the dim darkly lit house. How did he look so good right now? He was in casual lounge clothes. A pair of grey tracksuit pants that made him look muscular and a loose black long-sleeve. He looked so pretty watching her like that, arms crossed and worried eyes. He looked pretty all the time.

Today felt more intimate than anything they had done. Today had felt real.

“Of course, Petal. I’ll leave you to change.” He kissed her forehead.

He went downstairs, doing his usual morning routinely bits and bobs. When Y/n came down she had blow-dried her hair and washed her face. Her eyes, even with deep bags, still looked pretty. Lips all pouty. She seemed calmer now, but still tired.

“Are y’feeling up ta’ goin’ out?”

Even though she was tired, Harry had an excited look, how could she say no to him? Even if her uterus was angry inside her. 

“Okay? Breakfast?”

He nodded. “How could I drag you out without the promise of breakfast and a good time?”

She giggled.

They layered up for the winter weather, with puffer jackets and beanies. Y/n felt so funny in all of Harry’s clothes, but the smell made her so calm she was ready for a nap.

Harry mentioned that it was only a short walk through the park and then they’d be there. Since it was a pretty quiet area and Harry was wearing a beanie and sunglasses he wasn’t too worried about being noticed. Y/n was much the same in a pink beanie of his and this big crimson scarf around her neck. 

It was the one he wore on New Year's of  2014. “Harry, this is an old one isn’t it?”

He was typing on his phone replying to a worried Olive. He was annoyed she’d left Y/n to fend for herself and ditched her for a bloke. Nonetheless he told her Y/n was fine. He looked up at her, they were walking down his street. 

“Sorry, Love? What?”

She smiled placing a hand on her neck. “I remember this…”

“Oh, right. Yeah, had it for ages.”

She smiled softly. He turned is phone off and put it in his pocket grabbing her hand which had been swallowed by the long arms of his jumper. She let him, it felt too nice to pull away. His hand was warm and soft. She leaned into the comforting touch.

He kissed her hairline as they strolled through the park. It was chilly, Y/n found herself leaning into him happily. She wished it could be like this everyday. It was a Saturday so it was as busy as the quiet area got. Children ran around with worried mothers chasing after them. Teenagers on bikes laughing and flying by. Old couples wandered around closely together. 

They fit right in. Seeming like two normal people, a normal couple.

Harry wasn’t some rockstar right now, with Y/n he was just himself. Just Harry from Holmes Chaple. He loved that Y/n grounded him and made him feel normal, this to most was a boring day but to Harry the best in a long time.

When they got to the small strip of cafes Harry guided her to his favourite place. 

Over delicious hot chocolates and breakfast, the cold morning felt warm and Harry and Y/n felt blissful.

"Haz, thank you again,"

He just smiled and leaned in for a long kiss. It was nice and with no real sexual intentions. Just a genuine soft, warm, slow, nice kiss.

"Of course, now stop thanking me. No need. An' tell me what yeh' think of the eggs."

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who’s on top?

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

smut !

chris and reader takes some scandalous photos before leaving for dinner , where a girl gets a little too close to chris …..

warnings ; smut , angst, nude photos , alcohol, arguments, choking, ends with some goofy fluff (really long( (not proof read)

requested: by anon , and @oversturn 🤍

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my feet hit the cold floor of chris’s bathroom, water droplets rolling down my legs , pooling onto the tiles . i grabbed my towel off the toilet seat and wrapped my body in the soft material before walking towards the door to his bedroom.

“chris are you gonna shower or are u just gonna go like that?” i ask as i enter his room , seeing him lay against his headboard scrolling through his phone. he peels his eyes away from the screen , and meets my eyes , sending me a warm smile and getting up from his seat .

“i’m just gonna have a quick one , what times the reservation?” he replies walking towards me and putting both hands on my hips .

“i don’t think we have one , laura just said try and get there for eight , we have like an hour to get ready” i reply calmly, fixing his hair from his eyes . he nods and places a peck to my forehead , before walking past me to the bathroom.

as he showers i take out the clip holding my dry hair , and sit in the floor in a towel doing my makeup, it only takes a couple of minutes as i don’t need to look amazing for chris’s family and friends, they’re my friends too. we’ve been friends for years and dating for a few months .

i finally finish my makeup as chris steps out of the bathroom , a towel around his waist just low enough to see his v line , god he’s hot . he notices me staring and walks towards me . towering over me . “you look beautiful” he says while crouching down , before tilting my jaw up with two fingers so i meet his eyes . his skin is still steaming from the shower , water strung to his torso , bleeding into the crème towel .

i’m left speechless at his comment , his relaxed eyes , his wet hair , his pink lips . he still makes me nervous to this day . and he knows it , the smirk on his face grows as he leans in and slowly kisses my lips , fingers still placed on my chin . i kiss him back before he pulls away smiling .

“i have an idea…” he says with squinted eyes , my eyes brows furrow as he grabs my hands and practically drags me up from where i was sat . as soon as i’m on my feet he’s running off towards my bedside table next to his bed , the contents being random things i would need while staying at his , tooth brush …. condoms ….. underwear…. makeup….. deodorant…..-

“what’s with the polaroid camera?” i say as he spins around , my camera in hand and a cheesy grin on his face .

“just trust me okay?” he says as he softly trails his fingers under the towel on my chest , and un tucks it . dropping the towel to the floor .

“CHRIS?!” i shout as i try and cover my body , he just laughs and drops his own towel , making me ten times more confused .

he says nothing as he walks towards me , and peels my own arms from covering my body , looking down at me and observing everything. he spins us around , so my back is pressed against his chest, he trails his free hand down my side, back up again , and picks up both of by tits , covering the nipples . using his arm as a sort of bra . he brings the polaroid up so it’s next my head. pointing in the mirror and kisses the crook of my neck . snap. he takes a photo in the mirror , my head snaps towards the noise , as the camera prints off the image and he takes it and throws it on the bed .

i can feel his hard on against my ass , so i decide to choose the next pose . i turn around and place my knees of the floor , being at eye height with his dick . i start kissing the tip and his head throws back .snap. he takes another photo . i look up too him innocently, knowing i’ve starter something i can’t finish . he knows too . he bites his bottom lip as i stand back up .

“one more for good luck?” i ask as i turn around towards the mirror . he smiles and raises the camera . i decide that teasing him now would be beneficial to me later tonight . so i bend over and cover my breasts with my arms slightly, my ass is pressed harshly against his dick , one of his hands grabs by hip harshly , as he snaps another photo biting his lip .

he throws the picture on the bed and turns me around , grabbing my neck slightly and pulling me towards his face . the kiss is a hungry one . my hands grabbing anything i could find , his hair , the back of his neck , his shoulders. pulls away , hand still on my neck , his wet and swollen lips matching his now very hard dick . pity . we’re late .

i walk away from him and get into my clothes, touching up my lipstick as it’s now smudged , chris gets clothed , constantly moving the fabric on his crotch , trying disguise his half erect penis .

“bro i’m gonna have to go to dinner with a stiffy” he says while putting on his hoodie . i laugh and finish putting on my heels .

“you were the one who suggested taking nudes ten minutes before we had to leave dumbass” i reply between laughs ,standing up and brushing down my black skintight dress . walking towards chris and fix his hair slightly for him .

“i forget how hot you are sometimes , though this dress is reminding me” he says while placing his hands on my waist and running them to my ass . i let out a breath though my nose , still focused on his half dried hair .

“careful you’ll wake up your little friend” i reply meeting his eyes and smirking , before turning around and grabbing my leather jacket off the bed noticing the now fully processed polaroids . damn i am hot .

we arrive at the restaurant and take our seats. chris is sat next me to obviously, and around the table are his brothers , our friends and laura . the table is filled with laughter and conversation, chris’s hand gently sat on my thigh .

our peace is interrupted as a waitress walks over to take our food order , i take no notice of her at first , but as she takes matt’s order opposite me , i watch her glance at chris . no biggie . it was just a quick look . he’s a handsome guy i can’t blaim her ? but someone please tell me why she’s still fucking looking ?!?!

chris is talking to laura at this point and doesn’t notice as she moves to take nicks order , still looking at chris ? LOOK AT NICK BITCH . i put my arm around the back of my chair and play with chris’s hair as he speaks , the blonde girl taking nicks order doesn’t care to notice me , and flicks her hair over her shoulder before moving around to laura . this makes chris look to me . he notices the scowel that’s currently plastered on my features towards the girl and glances towards where i’m looking in confusion.

i don’t even notice chris’s attention on me as i’m currently trying to kill this bitch with my mind . i wanna wrap her perfect hair around her neck and squeeze until her eyes-

“y/n what do u want ?” chris’s voice pulls me from my thoughts, i realise i haven’t even looked at the menu yet . fuck .

“i’ll just have whatever your having ,babe” i reply , attempting to make the ‘babe’ louder . the waitresses attention is not swerved. for once she’s actually looking and talking to laura .

my heart quickens slight as she turns towards chris , “and what could i do for you?” she says white batting her eye lids like a fucking disney movie , bitch moves in slow motion . my eyes twitch as she puts her hand on his shoulder and laughs . my eyes widen at the sight of her perfectly manicured hand on his shoulder, i will cut that thing off . i will literally grab a butter knife from ur pocket and-

“ok so any more drinks ?” she asks the entire table .

“we’re fine ,u can go now” i reply without thinking , and i immediately regret it as i see chris’s head snap in my direction . so now u pay attention ? i scrape my chair from the table and speak “im getting some air”

i walk back to the table after a couple of minutes outside and i see the waitress bring chris a drink , with a note . he takes it with a smile and caries on his conversation with matt . fuck this.

i walk towards the bar and ask to speak to the blonde girl . waiting for her to come over . she walks over with a smile before noticing my angered expression and dropping her face . “hi what can i get for you?”

“vodka and cherry, with ice , oh and you to stop flirting with my boyfriend” i say with fake kindness, opening my wallet and grabbing my card . the polaroid of us that we took earlier being shown to her in all its glory , chris’s face being in full view as i crouch infront of his dick .

“oh! oh i’m so sorry i didn’t realise-“

“that we were together ? yeah , i thought so , i’d like to know what the fuck you just passed to him with his drink?” i cut her off before stirring the drink the made and waiting for her to reply.

“nothing ! i swear it was just a napkin” she replies , her voice slightly shakey as she takes my payment .

“ok , so now your aware , do your job and leave my boyfriend alone … hope your not expecting a tip” i say before grabbing my drink and walking towards the table .

i sit down next to chris . and place my drink next to his , an identical one . what? his face lights up as he sees me and places a hand on my thigh again before speaking. “you okay ?”

i smile at him and say i’m fine , turning towards my food and eating it in silence. my chest still heavy and adrenaline still pumping from the conversation i had .

we finish our food and i’m silent in the uber home , i walk straight to chris’s room .

i roll my eyes at the sound of him walking in after me . i throw my leather jacket on the bed and turn to him .

“what the fuck is wrong?” he asks as i face him ,”you’ve been acting weird since we got to dinner , literally haven’t said a word to me ?”

i can slowly feel the anger rising in my chest , and the tears threatening to spill , “chris please don’t fucking start , i cannot be bothered with this tonight” i reply attempting to walk away from him , but i’m met with a hand around my wrist . “CHRIS I SWEAR TO FUCK”

“WHAT’S WRONG ?” he raises his voice , but not an angry way , just slightly pleading with me

“what’s wrong ? WHATS WRONG ??? THAT WAITRESS WAS EYE FUCKING YOU THE ENTIRE DINNER !”

“WHICH WAITRESS?”

“OH YOURE TELLING ME YOU DIDNT NOTICE THE BLONDIE SLIPPING U A DRINK AND BATTING HER EYELASHES AT YOU”

“WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT-“

“I LITERALLY HAD TO THREATEN THIS GIRL ! LIKE FULLY WENT OVER AND DID THE WHOLE-“

“you what?” his soft voice catches me off guard . his face wasn’t angry it was neutral as he places his hand on my waist. my eyes soften as i let a breath out . i’m not angry at him at all . he has done nothing . but he’s still mine . no one else’s. mine .

“get on the bed , clothes off . “ i say taking my own clothes off . my words completely catch him off guard , eyes widened and eyebrows furrowed. he does as i say tho , rapidly ripping off each layer of clothes before taking my face in his hands and attaching his lips onto mine .

the kiss was passionate , almost violent. our tongues battling for dominance , there was no winner as my teeth grab his lower lip causing him to hiss . he walks us to the bed before we collapse into it , him towering over me still tongue deep into my mouth . he pulls away smirking. “all this for a girl just looking at me ?” he says tilting his head before i answer him by leaching forward and attempting to attach our lips once more . he moves his head back and moves his hand from the back of my neck , to my throat , pressing down slightly, making the pool of arousal between my legs grow more . “what’s gotten into you mama?”

“nothing , so let’s fix that shall we?” i grab his hand from my throat and flip us over , holding him down by his chest . the confidence from my argument with the waitress still lingering . “she was looking at you, so i have her something else to look at , those polaroids ? how about we make some more of them hmm?” i whisper in his ear before placing a sloppy kiss to his neck and biting down slightly on the skin , pulling a whimper from the man beneath me .

he nods rapidly as i trail my fingers down his chest , to his happy trail and down to his bare and very hard dick , stroking it before running it between my folds .

“what got you so wet hmm?” he asks breathlessly before his head throws back at the feeling of me placing his tip in my entrance , sinking down on lit slightly .

“just shut up and fuck me” i reply before he thrusts upwards harshly, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth , i moan loudly before i feel a hand around my throat . i lift myself up and down on his dick , his hand pressed harshly on my hip , sure to leave a bruise. i smack his hand away from my throat and i hold his arms down as i continue to ride him .

“fuck , fuck Y/N FUCK” he screams before i slap a hand over his mouth and continue my movements , his hand being free now slaps my ass before rubbing and massaging the pain away , helping me move up and down .his moans muffled by my fingers ,he starts to thrust up into me . reaching a spot deep into my core making my eyes roll back into my head .my hands grab the headboard ,allowing his hands to grab my tits , leaning up to suck purple marks into any skin he could reach .

“AUGH, chris , chris FUCK RIGHT THERE” i allmost scream as he continues his relentless deep thrusts , he flips us over once again , moving me by my neck.

“chris” i choke out as his pressure makes it hard for me to speak . he keeps his grip on my neck , but releases enough for me to talk . a conversation we both had a while back making it clear both of our boundaries, and love for choking . he moans slightly and nods. telling me to speak . “chris baby FUCK, i’m so close CHRIS FUCK” i struggle to keep quiet as his speed picks up , making the knot in my stomach slowly tighten.

“me too baby , me TOO FUCK” he replies before i grab him by his throat and attach our lips , trying to muffle our moans as we both reach our orgasm , i feel him release into me , making the knot in my stomach snap harder then i ever have before . my head throws back as to not bite down on his lip at the feeling , a loud and allmost pornographic moan erupting from my mouth . he slows down his thrusts before collapsing onto me , still twitching slightly as my legs shake beneath him .

we stay like this for a while , our tired and sticky body’s attached together , heat and sweat rolling off our skin . he finally flops down next to me , our chests still heaving breaths and his cheeks red and plump . i grab a tissue from the side of his bed and clean myself up before sliding a spare pair of underwear on and pulling the sheets over us both .

“you okay?” he asks turning towards me and leaning his head on his hand , held up by his elbow resting on a pillow .

“am i okay?? i’m pretty sure you busted s blood vessel from that” i reply stroking his face , before kissing his forehead and moving his hair from his sweaty skin .

“that was literally the best sex we have ever had , all it took was some blonde girl to flirt with me a little” he replies laughing before his face drops at the sight of my serious face.

“so you remember the colour of her hair ?? YOU REMEMBER HER FLIRTING WITH YOU?!” i say in fake anger , before laughing at his face dropping.

“IM STILL SO CONFUSED THO” he says sitting up against the headboard .

i roll my eyes at him and lie my head on his lap i’ve the covers , his hand meets my hair as he runs his fingers through it gently , looking down at me with soft eyes .

“she bought you a drink chris!” i say softly , my voice high and defensive.

“what drink ? what are you talking about baby?

“the cherry one !”

his face drops before he starts to laugh , his eyes sauinting before he rubs his fingers over them .

“what?” i reply ,confused as to what the fuck this kid finds funny right now .

“bro i bought you that drink , she didn’t do shit , i got it cuz i thought u liked cherry shit right?”

oh ….

“oh!” i say relaxing my body .

“your so stupid sometimes”

“CHRIS?!”

“LOVE YOU THO”

“NAH FUCK YOU”

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this took so long to type it in so much pain ! this is shit as well but i tried !!

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[gucciwins]

idk if u do requests but a fic about Harry’s “how is your head?” show interaction would be amazing 🥲 where he gets the fan backstage and well we know where this goes!!

a few weeks since i've written anything so i hope you enjoy 🤭 word count: 2461 warnings: smut (male pleasure) would love hear your thoughts!!! 🤍🤍🤍

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Australia had been a dream from the moment he arrived. Tonight’s show had managed to leave him breathless. He takes a minute to eye the crowd as he walks down the stage to sing Matilda, a change of pace for the night. A sign right in front catches his eye, and he knows he has to read it. There were two people dressed in their best outfits. One stands out to him, the bold red lip standing out against her black top. Safe to say, Harry had always been a fan of red-painted lips. The fan holding the sign has it over the barricade, not blocking anyone’s view. He bit back a smile; she was considerate. He glanced at Ny Oh and decided he would rather indulge in his curiosity than be left with the unknown.

Harry grabs his mic and points down to their signs. “Now, there are two signs here. What are your names?”

“Twenty-six,” the blonde hair person answers, making the red-lipped beauty laugh.

“Asked for your name, not your age,” he corrects her. 

The blonde points to herself, shouting “Violet,” and then points to the beauty with red lips, “she’s Y/N also twenty-six.” Harry holds in his laugh but is thankful nonetheless.

“Right, well, your sign says your bestie broke your nose during Melbourne night one. And yours says I broke my bestie’s nose.” Harry shakes his head because it’s a bit odd. Also, the fact that he didn’t spot her in the crowd a few nights ago makes him happy to have spotted her now.

Y/N was doing her best to stay calm because Violet was doing all the freaking out for her. Violet said they had to make the signs as a joke, and if nothing came about, it would make good photos and a great story to share. Well, now Y/N’s feeling grateful to have listened to her. Y/N knew that many said Harry loved eye contact, but she didn’t understand that until today. He was speaking with Violet, but his eyes had not left Y/N’s. He was far enough that she couldn’t note how green they were but close enough to know they had a shine to them under the moon.

“It was an accident,” Y/N is quick to shout.

Harry repeats her words laughing, “well, I’d hope so.” He makes a joke making sure his eyes are on her, hoping she’d find it funny. Y/N takes the teasing in stride. He notices her phone is in her pocket and notes to keep an eye on that during the show.

“Remember, violence is never the answer,” he teases.

“It was her fault,” Y/N shares feeling the need to explain.

Harry’s mouth drops open in disbelief. “Why was it her fault? Her nose is broken.”

Y/N and Violet share a look before falling into a fit of giggles. “I hit her head,” Violet confesses. 

Harry listens to them explain and recaps to the crowd. “You headbanged too hard and hit your nose on her head. I didn’t think Satellite was a dangerous song, but here we are now with a broken nose later.”

Y/N knows her time with Harry’s eyes on her is ending soon, so she does something she never thought of doing until she feels his eyes on her.

“No one has asked me how my head is,” Y/N tells him, faking a pout.

He looks dead in her eyes, “well, it’s what happens when you break your friend’s nose.” Harry has those pouted lips imprinted in his mind and doesn’t have the heart to not check back in with her. “How is your head?”

Y/N shrugs, “never had any complaints.” She sends him a wink laughing as his mouth falls open. He walked himself right into that one. The stadium is laughing, and Harry feels his cheeks warm up because he pictures those red lips wrapped around his cock and tries to will the stiffy she caused away.

“We are in Australia, aren’t we?” Harry forces himself to look away from her and instead transition into the saddest song of the night. 

The show had Y/N dancing and singing with her best friend. Call her crazy, but she felt Harry come down the stage staring at her, putting on all his best moves to woo her. Y/N had always thought Harry was pretty, but tonight in his pink ringer tee, she thought he was sexy. Harry can wear anything and make it look good because he wears the clothes, and his confidence shines through every time.

The show’s ending comes far too quick. A female security guard makes their way to Y/N, offering her a handshake telling her she has a nice top, and walks away. No one seemed to think anything about it, and she knew that meant no one saw the paper she slipped into her hand. Y/N carefully opens the note telling her to come towards the side entrance because a band member wanted to meet her. A little mention that it’s okay to bring her friend. Y/N decides to enjoy the final song and then share the news with Violet because they were saying yes to going backstage. 

Violet could not stop talking as they let the fans move around them. Y/N spotted the security who gave her the note and signaled Y/N to come to her. She helped them around the barricade and took them backstage. Y/N didn’t know what to expect, but she sure didn’t expect to see the Love band sitting on couches, drinks in hand. Y/N and Violet tried to act cool but knew they must look like deer caught in headlights. 

“Hi, welcome,” Ny Oh greets. “Your story was hilarious.” 

Y/N feels her face flush because it’s kind of embarrassing. She told a sold-out stadium her head was good; specifically, she told Harry Styles. Her favorite singer. 

Pauli’s eyes light up in recognition, “oh, you, too, had the best sign so far. Hope you’re okay.” Pauli tells Violet. 

Violet thanked him, quick to tell the band how amazing they were. Y/N chimes in and is grateful for how welcoming the band has made them feel. Y/N hates to ruin the conversation but has to use the restroom. Lloyd offers to walk her, which she is thankful for. He points to a room, telling her to take her time that no one was using it. Y/N thanked him before going in to do her business. She walks out and jumps in surprise to see someone sitting on the couch. Not just anyone, Harry Styles. 

He smirks, noting how jumpy she is. “Sorry, love.”

She shakes her head, “no, uh, they told me it was okay to use the restroom. Sorry if I’m bothering you.” 

Harry shakes his head. “All good. Y/N, right?” 

“Right,” she confirms for him. “And you are?” 

Harry chuckles under his breath, she’s cheeky, and he loves that. “‘M Harry, love.” 

Y/N nods, taking him in. He quickly got out of his outfit for the night and now is only in a hoodie and sweats. She goes to excuse herself, but Y/N knows she doesn’t want to leave his side, not when this might be her only chance at meeting Harry. 

“You were amazing tonight. Seen a few of your shows, truly a sight to behold.” Y/N gushes, not caring if he might think of her as a fangirl for saying so because he deserves the praise.

Harry bends his head, “thank you,” he whispers. He’s nervous. Y/N can tell because he’s playing with the rings on his fingers, but when he raises his head, Harry stares at her like he’s ready to devour her, and Y/N is prepared. She knows this might be for one night but doesn’t have it in herself to tell him no. 

“Haven’t done this before,” he explains.

Y/N takes a step closer to him. “A conversation or a one-night stand.” 

“Asking a fan backstage.”

Y/N feels her breath hitch at the confirmation that he was the one who invited her backstage. “Can’t say I have either.” 

Harry laughs, “Sure, you haven’t. You’re kind of hard to miss in the crowd.” 

She can’t help how quick her face warms up at the compliment, “Last time I dated someone in a band, I was in uni, and he played the bass. Can’t say it ended too well.” 

“Fuck him then.” Harry shrugs, standing up from the couch and stepping close to her. “You don’t have to stay if you’re not comfortable.” 

“And if I want to stay,” she breathes out.

Harry smirks. “Then I’d say get on your knees because it seems you’ve got something to prove.” 

Y/N was not expecting him to be so forward, but she had never backed down from a challenge. Y/N loved pleasuring her partners something about having them at her mercy always got her wet and made for the perfect foreplay. “Are you sure?” Y/N checks in with Harry.

“Yes,” he breathes out, overwhelmed seeing her on her knees for him. 

With one firm tug, his sweats slide down and frees his dick. He’s hard, and Y/N swears she’s never seen a prettier cock. Y/N palms his bare length, relishing the feel of his smooth skin against her hand. Y/N lets her hand rest, one on each thigh, and her eyes linger on his tiger tattoo for a second too long. She leans in, pressing a soft kiss. Y/N hears him let out the most delicate moan, which urges her forward. She lets her tongue grace the drop of arousal glistening on the tip of his cock. Harry moans out her name, wanting her to take him in her mouth already. 

“Okay?” 

“Perfect,” he rasps out.

That’s all she needs to begin. Opening her jaw wide, she takes him in her mouth. Her tongue swirls and her cheeks hollow out as she sucks. Harry’s hand finds its way to her hair while she sucks his cock deep in her mouth, showing him how much she wants this. How much she’s enjoying him in her mouth. Y/N sinks her nails into his thighs, and Harry hisses at the pain tightening his grip on her hair, making Y/N moan, needing more, wanting more. 

Y/N tilts her head back and peers up at his eyes through her lashes, feeling his length bump against her throat. She notes the heat and desire in his green irises, letting him take a bit more control as his fingers tighten around her hair and move her head to a rhythm that suits him, and Y/N lets him fuck her mouth.

She feels her jaw ache, but she loves this feeling and wants to give him everything he asks for. She wants to be good for him.

“You are so fucking beautiful. Down on your knees for me, staining my cock with those red lips. Fuck, Y/N.” She moans on his length, loving his praise and attention. “You like this cock? Going to let me take what I want like a good girl.” 

Y/N nods or tries to as she keeps him in her mouth, not ready to let him go. He moans as he pushes himself deeper, he has all the control, and Y/N loves it. She’s at his mercy. He’s taking what he wants. Y/N’s fish wraps around the base of his cock, wanting him, no needing him to come down her throat. Y/N shifts closer, leaning into him, wanting him deeper. His taste overwhelms her, and Y/N knows she’d never have enough of him. 

His movements turn frantic, but it doesn’t stop Y/N. “Y/N, fuck, baby. I’m going to come.” Harry tries to pull away, but Y/N snakes a hand behind, clamping it down on his ass, and pulls him closer. “Fuck baby,” he grunts. Harry throws his head back and lets himself spill into her mouth. She feels every twitch and moan he lets out as he holds her head close to his body as he unwinds. 

Y/N is addicted. Blow jobs were fun when your partner was great, and Harry was amazing. He seemed to know how much she could take and pushed her far enough that she got pleasure out of it as well. Y/N pulls away and stares at his cock, her mind full of thoughts of how his cock might feel between her legs, but she won’t be presumptuous. 

“Alright, baby?” Harry asks, careful to tuck himself away. Y/N falls back, leaning on her knees, breaking her gaze from his cock to his eyes. 

“Good,” she promises. He offers her a hand up, and she takes it. Y/N tries her best to hide her disappointment but also knows she needs to go home with Violet, suddenly remembering this wasn’t the most private place for either of them. 

“Are you from here?” Harry asks as he fixes his rings. “Accent is a bit different.” 

Y/N laughs, fixing the sleeve of her shirt. She knew what this was and kind of hoped for more but fuck, how couldn’t she want more? He was so good to her. Y/N wishes it had lasted longer, but she knows she’ll never forget it, so she lets him talk about something else to keep it from getting awkward.  “I’m from London or living there now.” Y/N accepts the wipe he offers her to clean up her smeared lipstick. 

“You know I’m doing a show in London,” he throws out there casually. 

Y/N looks away from the mirror to hide her smirk. “Are you?”

“Mhmm…” he comes up behind her, keeping a distance but close enough for her heart to speed up. “Maybe we could meet up.” 

Y/N turns around, lifting her head to meet his gaze. “Guess it answers that question.” 

Harry stares at you, puzzled. “Which is?” 

“How is my head?” She smirks, and Harry blushes red. Y/N is basking in this more timid Harry after she had his cock in her mouth. 

“Well, how about you meet me later tonight, and I’ll show you how my head is. Then we’ll see if I can see you in London.” 

“Wouldn’t that be a few months away?” Y/N asks, confused.

“I’m a patient man,” he assures her. 

Harry kisses her cheek, placing a piece of paper with his number on it in her hand. “See you tonight, Y/N.” He leaves her in the room breathless and excited about what’s to come. 

[goodbuckcharlie]

Big brother Z

Warning- a little bit of suggestive language and a photo where two people flip each other off, I don’t know if that needs a warning but apparently tumblr puts it as “mature content”

Notes- this is part 4 and the last part of this chapter but please go read parts 1-3 first

Best friends brother masterlist

@/trevorzegras

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@/randi.Kingston- ur just mad ur girl likes me better

@/trevorzegras- not true

@/dixiedameilio- 🤫

@/alexturcotte- I’ll take her from you

@/trevorzegras- back off she’s my pretend little sister

@/alexturcotte- she’s a kings fan

@/trevorzegras- not everyone is perfect

@/jackhughes-she looks so small in that first photo

@/randi.Kingston- i am small

@/ally_hughes- tf you are, girl you are the tallest on the team

@/randi.Kingston- born to be small, forced to be tall😢

@/masonmctavish25- she’s only been here for three days and I like her better than I like you

@/randi.Kingston- thank you mason you’re my favorite ducks player

@/jaimedrysdale- 🥺🥺

@randi.Kingston- dw jimmy ur a close second

@/randi.Kingston

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@/trevorzegras- MY HEART, SHE DOES CARE ABOUT ME, IM TELLING EVERYONE

@/randi.Kingston- shut up before I take it back

@/trevorzegras- too late I already screenshotted it and I’m going to print it out and hang it for everyone to see

@/dixiedameilio- it was so amazing to meet you, I’m glad I could be part of your la experience

@/randi.Kingston- you are such an angel

@/masonmctavish25- I heard you need a new ft buddy, call me anytime😉

@/trevorzegras- THATS MY BOY SHOOT YOUR SHOT

@/adamfantilli- wait if you are taking applications I’ll be your ft buddy

@/dawson1417- me too

@/lhughes_06- that roll is occupied thank you very much

@/rutgermcgroarty- yeah by me

@/umichfan- rut and Luke beefing over Randi is my Roman Empire

@/luca.fantilli- me too i hear both of them complain about the other and it’s hilarious

@/ally_hughes- you should see the family gc

@/randi.Kingston

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@/ally_hughes- Kevin 👑

@/randi.Kingston- fr 👑

@/edwards.73- that cat is hell spawn

@/randi.Kingston- leave my baby alone

@/edwards.73- he scratched me

@/randi.Kingston- I told you, you scarred him

@/_quinnhughes- do I want to know why he did?

@/randi.Kingston- no no you don’t

@/rutgermcgroarty- my son

@/randi.Kingston- uhhh I think not

@/rutgermcgroarty-daddy Mcgroarty is here for duty

@/randi.Kingston- never call yourself daddy again

@/rutgermcgroarty- youre right I preferred if you called me that instead😉

@/Randi.Kingston- that’s it I’m banning you from commenting

@/lhughes_06-call me please

@/randi.Kingston- you have 15 minutes Hughes, don’t keep me waiting

[steviewashere]

here's some modern au/no upside down au/no supernatural elements au head canons of mine that are kind of stupid Stobin Edition (this is all to get in the minds of their characters in my text fics lol) a list:

Steve and Robin are sending each other selfies while on the toilet. They are having in-depth conversations about their bathroom breaks. They are having a phone, speaker on, conversation while using the toilet. One of them's already in the bathroom? The other is barging into that unlocked bathroom to continue a conversation. "Hey, Steve, hand me that new roll of tp?" Steve tosses it with a quick shout of, "Alley-oop!"

They are watching Chopped while eating dinner (a frozen meal they added garlic seasoning to). They are criticizing every last little detail.

Robin helps Steve with his frosted highlights. He touches up her roots. They are gossiping about their neighbors and their on-again, off-again marriage.

Robin is constantly criticizing Steve for using an Elf bar. They will, however, throw back enough shots to consider themselves hazards.

They are karaoke partners. Even when they're in relationships with their respective partners (Eddie and Chrissy in this AU), they always perform with each other. Robin makes Steve sing some Chappell Roan, he knows none of the lyrics, he ends up just being her hype-man.

Steve is a big Stardew Valley and The Sims 4 fan. Robin indulges in Animal Crossing. Eventually, Steve forces Robin to play Stardew with him and Robin does the same with Animal Crossing. (They both enjoy their games).

They have matching build-a-bear stuffies that they dressed up to look like each other. Each with a sound button that plays out an "I love you" from the other + them breaking down into giggles in the background (they were there with each other when they recorded the voice boxes, they simply couldn't stop snickering each time they tried to get the messages recorded).

When they're drunk at home, they are curling up on the couch to watch reruns of Friends and to eat straight out of a tub of butterscotch ice cream. They fall asleep curled into each other and their respective partners (Eddie and Chrissy again) take care of them; Chrissy covers them with a blanket and Eddie takes a photo that will eventually be printed and go up on the wall (to sit with the other ones already pristinely framed).

Steve sometimes goes into Robin's room and just face plants into her bedding and screams. Robin comforts him by petting his hair and prompting, "Another stupid customer?" And Steve just goes off. Robin does the same to him from time to time, but she does it significantly less so.

They go to the zoo/aquarium and point at all the paired animals and say, "That's us." Their favorite pairing is a platonic set of sea otters that are constantly holding hands or helping the other retrieve food. (Sometimes they leave crying).

They go on plenty of 3am drives when the other can't sleep. Blasting music and laughing the entire time. Stopping at a gas station to get slurpees. Going home when the sun is up and then falling asleep in one of their beds.

Constantly giving each other the weirdest nicknames possible. At one point, Robin was just Bobby Flay for two weeks straight.

They buy a whole cheesecake from Wal-Mart and then go drive around town, while eating slices the entire time. (Totally not based on experience lol)

Robin always throws Steve a little birthday party because it's the one thing he never really got with his parents and he never knows what he actually wants to do on his birthday.

Steve takes Robin out for birthday pancakes and fro-yo. And then always finds an antique mall to let her loose in (she spends an hour inside just the first three booths).

On that last note, Robin is an antique mall girly, always looking for mugs, sweaters, vinyls, and horror novellas. Steve likes going into collector's shops for three things: baseball cards, Funko Pops, and Amazing Spider-Man comics.

Robin drags Steve to the local soccer/football team's games. Steve takes her to hockey games.

They paint each other's nails and gossip. Steve picks out a pale orange and Robin goes for a dark purple.

Matching costumes on Halloween (even if they've got their partners). Ketchup and mustard. Scarecrow and Tin Man. Batman and Robin (you know who's who). Their best ones were Peter Pan and Tinerbell (guess who was Tinkerbell)

Instead of how they met in the show, they met in high school. In detention of all places. Robin was tardy for the third time that week to her third period class. And Steve was caught trying to leave campus to get lunch. They still have that very emotional bathroom scene, just in a public high school men's bathroom (disgusting, I know).

Steve doesn't come out to Robin until he's like twenty-one/twenty-two. It takes him being on his own for three/four years at that point to finally feel safe enough to come out. His parents are very conservative. (Also, for extra angst on this one, his family eventually finds out at Thanksgiving—where he is then told to leave and then he's shunned. He becomes a Buckley that same day when he goes to Robin's parents' house to seek her out. It's the first Thanksgiving where he's allowed to be himself.) Also...Steve is gay. Comphet Steve Harrington...yeah. Yeah.

Brunch at a Mexican restaurant: margarita pitcher, sizzling fajitas, and people watching. The perfect best friend date to them.

Still work at Scoops Ahoy! just after they meet in school.

Instead of Family Video, they end up working at a local music shop. That's where Steve meets Eddie, browsing through the Metallica tapes for his refurbished Walkman. Chrissy is hanging out with Eddie the next time he comes in. Robin then meets Chrissy, who is searching for a girl in red vinyl (she gets so excited to lead Chrissy over there. and to then recommend her a bunch of artists. she nearly faints when she gets Chrissy's number)

Okay. That's all I've got for now. Maybe more later.

[rxmqnova]

Hey there, i love your writting 🤍

Maybe you could write something with Lizzie x Fem Reader

In a world when everyone knew about Lizzie being bi, she went to a concert thanks to Scarlett and the marvel girls, they went to see Yn and her group, later Lizzie and Yn met and It was really good and they become friends, they like each other, they have a thing, they kissed, even sex but they were not together.

Yn with her life, some girls usually said they have a one night stand with her, and Lizzie didn't like that, because she was falling in love with Yn.

So one day, Lizzie decided to do something, meeting a friend and the paps took photos of them and that got Yn very upset because she thought they were together or Lizzie got tired of Yn, so she wanted to write a song, about her (you can choose one if you want) and Yn told Scarlett about it, and told her to bring Lizzie and the others to her next concert. So before she started to sing the new song, she said like she wrote it because she wanted to tell the world she was in love with someone and hopes it's not to late for being with her.

Then Lizzie was speechless and when the concert finished and see each other, Lizzie went to her and kiss her

The song

Y/N: 26 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "That was actually really good" Lizzie admits, following her friends out of the stadium.

Lizzie, Scarlett, Flo, Hailee and Brie have just been on a concert. Scarlett's younger cousin is a singer and invited Scarlett and her friends to her concert.

"I know, right?! I told you Y/N is a really good singer and her band is awesome. You guys should meet her, I think you'd be good friends" Scarlett smiles, not waiting for any reaction and leading the girls backstage.

Meanwhile Y/N is already in her dressing room, all changed into just jeans and a hoodie, taking off her make-up.

"Come in!" She shouts after hearing a knock on the door.

"Hey there, superstar" Scarlett teases, walking in on which Y/N gasps.

"Scar, you came!" The girl smiles widely, immediately walking over to give her older cousin a hug.

"I had to when you invited me. You were absolutely amazing" Scarlett smiles.

"Thank you" Y/N smiles back, her cheeks turning a bit red.

"Oh. These are my friends who came with me. Brie, Florence, Hailee and Lizzie" Scarlett smiles, introducing everyone to her cousin.

"It's nice to meet you" Y/N smiles at all of Scarlett's friend, her gaze staying the longest at Lizzie who blushes when she notices. "Hey, we're planning to go to the bar, don't you wanna join us?" Y/N asks with a smile

———

A few weeks flew after that night, that night when Y/N made new friends. Her and Lizzie have even been out for lunch and dinner a few times.

Y/N takes a deep breath before opening the door, her date only just arrived. She opens the door and can't help herself, but to stare at the gorgeous woman in front of her.

"Everything okay? Is the dress too much?" Lizzie asks nervously.

"No, no. You just look so beautiful" Y/N smiles, standing aside to let her date in. "Come in"

"Thank you, you also cleaned up nicely" Lizzie smiles back, walking in.

"Thank you" Y/N smiles, her cheeks turning red.

This is one of the few times that Y/N actually felt something towards someone. Usually she does just one night stands and never takes it seriously, but with Lizzie it's different and she knows that she wants more than just a one time thing.

The singer tried her best to cook the best dinner, so the date would be perfect. And it's all looking really good so far.

The conversation goes on and on, Lizzie has complimented the food a few times which always makes Y/N blush and Lizzie loves that.

The girls move to the living room after dinner. They continue sharing stories from their childhood and school years, laughing at them together.

That soon stops when they lips meet for a kiss. Both somehow felt like it's the right moment.

"Do you maybe… want to take that upstairs?" Y/N asks, smirk on her face when Lizzie agrees.

———

No call, no text, nothing. Lizzie's completely confused right now. Y/N promised she'd call her, but week has passed and nothing. Of course, Lizzie tried calling her many times, but Y/N just never picks up which makes Lizzie angry and sad at the same time as she's having feelings for the singer.

On the other side, Y/N is totally freaking out. She has no idea what to do. Relationships aren't her thing and she doesn't want to mess things up like she did in her previous relationships, she's really falling for Lizzie.

It is known between celebrities that Y/N's usually having just one nights stands and Lizzie only just found out which hurts her even more. She really thought they had connection.

"Are you sure she takes you just like a one night stand?" Aubrey asks which makes Lizzie sigh.

"She's not picking up her phone or answering messages, Aubrey. I was definitely just a one time thing for her" Lizzie explains, another sigh leaving her lips when she spots a group of paparazzi taking pictures of them.

"Why haven't you just gone to her house?" Aubrey asks, trying to help her friend.

"I don't need her to make me feel even more humiliated than I feel right now… I just… I just feel used by her and I really thought we could work" Lizzie sighs again.

While Lizzie's talking to her friend, Y/N is nervously walking around the house and waiting for her cousin to arrive and help her with this situation.

"Thank god you're here. I'm panicking and need your help" Y/N sighs, leading Scarlett into the living room.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad. What's up?" Scarlett asks with a chuckle, sitting down on the couch.

"… Scar, I think I fell in love" Y/N admits, dramatically sitting down next to Scarlett.

"What's wrong with that? It's completely normal" Scarlett says, rubbing her younger cousin's back and trying to comfort her.

"I just don't know what to do. We had a date and we… you know, we slept together. But usually I don't feel anything but now I do and I don't know how to tell her" Y/N sighs, burying her face into her hands.

"Just tell her you like her. It's not that complicated, honey. Just be yourself and tell her what you feel" Scarlett smiles, trying to encourage her cousin.

In that moment Y/N's phone beeps. The girl immediately takes a look, seeing an article about 'Elizabeth Olsen 'hanging out' with Aubrey Plaza'.

"I guess that doesn't matter now" Y/N sighs, her eyes filling with tears when she gives her phone to Scarlett.

"Wait. Lizzie is that one you like?" Scarlett asks shocked as none of them have mentioned anything. "Lizzie and Aubrey have always been close friends, I'm sure they're not dating"

"You can't know that. And the article says the opposite. Just read the first two sentences… I messed it up. I waited for too long"

"Y/N, if you really like her, just go and tell her, you'll-"

"No, I got an idea" A small smile forms on Y/N's face. "Can you please bring her to my next concert on Friday?"

"Sure, but what do you want to do?" Scarlett asks confused.

"I'm gonna write a song for her" Y/N smiles proudly.

"… Okay? I mean, I've never heard you sing a love song. Are you sure that's a good idea?" Scarlett asks unsure.

"Yes. I need something big… something romantic. I'll start working on it right now. Promise you'll bring her" The singer looks at Scarlett seriously.

"Okay, yeah. I'll bring her" Scarlett promises.

"Yay! Thank you!" Y/N grins, giving her cousin a hug before rushing away to find some papers and a pen.

———

"Scar, I really don't want to be here" Lizzie groans when Y/N sings her first song.

"Just wait a bit longer, you need to hear something" Scarlett sighs. Scarlett managed to drag Lizzie to the concert which Lizzie isn't happy about at all. Scarlett heard the song Y/N wrote though and she knows that Lizzie needs to hear that.

"Thank you for joining us tonight!" Y/N says to the audience that cheer in response and makes Y/N smile. "For the start I'd like to sing you a song that you've never heard before… I wrote it for one girl that I really like, but… but I panicked and messed everything up… But that doesn't change the fact that I want the world to know that I'm in love with her… Hopefully it's not too late to prove it"

When Y/N says the last word, the band starts playing and she starts singing the song she wrote for Lizzie who listens to every single word. Lizzie's eyes fill with tears while she's listening to the beautiful lyrics, she knows the girl Y/N is singing about is her and she knows she's in love with Y/N.

"So?… What do you think?" Scarlett teases, nudging her shoulder with Lizzie's playfully.

"I… I-I'm speechless" Lizzie admits, wiping her tears away. "I'm in love with your cousin" She smiles, looking back at Y/N who's about to sing another song.

"You're gonna need a lot of luck" Scarlett jokes. "I'm kidding. No. I'm not gonna lie, it'll be hard with her sometimes, but she really likes you. She'd never write a love song and then sing it in front of all of these people. You must be really special" Scarlett smiles, happy that her little cousin and her friend found love.

———

The concert just ended and Lizzie is making her way backstage with Scarlett following behind. She doesn't even knock and just opens the door of Y/N's dressing room which makes Y/N jump a little bit.

"Oh my god, you scared the-" Y/N starts, her sentence getting cut off by Lizzie's lips being pressed to hers.

"I'm in love with you too" Lizzie smiles after they pull away, Y/N's cheeks bright red as she wasn't expecting this at all. Y/N smiles and pulls Lizzie back in, kissing her passionately.

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This request could actually make the whole book. It's a really great idea! <;33

Part 2

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[poisonlove]

Miss Ortega | j.o

part 8

I'm so sorry... I miss this part! Guys this a part 8 :')

— How does this look?— Enid asks for the millionth time, placing her hands on her hips.

We were in a store downtown, trying to find the perfect dress for tonight's dance. Enid seemed to be having some trouble as every dress she tried on appeared not to suit her. On the other hand, I lucked out and found a black dress that worked well for me right away, paired with heels. I wasn't a girl who particularly enjoyed wearing skirts or dresses, but on certain occasions, I could make an exception.

— I have to admit... it looks amazing on you— a white dress that reached just a bit below her thighs perfectly highlighted her figure, contouring every curve perfectly. Enid looks at herself in the mirror, making a slight grimace.

— Are you sure, T/N?— the blonde gazes at me from the mirror, tilting her head to the side while running her fingers over the fabric.

I nod, giving her a shy smile. — If you weren't my best friend... ugh— I whistle, and she chuckles softly, giving me a wink. — Besides, I'm pretty sure Ajax's jaw will drop— I add, and she smiles excitedly, liking the idea of leaving her boyfriend in awe.

— Well, then I'll take this... can you help with... those?— she looks at me with guilt as I see the pile of clothes on the stool. I sigh reluctantly.

As soon as we leave the store, Enid grabs my arm and drags me to the shop across the street. I blush when I realize what kind of store it is. Victoria's Secret.

— Do we really need to come here?— my question sounds embarrassed as I look at a set in the display window that leaves nothing to the imagination. I swallow hard, and Enid nods several times, stopping in front of a black lace bra and underwear set.

— We came here for you, T/N— she admits, analyzing the lingerie... the skimpy kind. My eyes widen, and my cheeks turn even redder.

— For me? But I'm still... a virgin— I whisper the last part with embarrassment. The blonde turns towards me, holding the lingerie in her hands, and looks at me with an arched eyebrow.

— Exactly, that way you'll be ready for any situation— she turns completely towards me and places the bra on my chest, alternating her gaze between my eyes and the garment, nodding satisfactorily.

— This matches your skin tone perfectly— she smiles and winks at me. I huff and walk towards the blonde who rushes to pay for my gift.

— Thanks, Enid— I murmur into the wind, embarrassed and feeling a slight illusion.

(...)

My knuckles rap three times against Olivia Rodrigo's wooden door. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived, and the winter holiday dance was just around the corner.

The door opens, revealing Emma's figure.

— Oh wow... you look beautiful— Emma smiles at me sweetly, her eyes shining. My cheeks tinge with red, and I shyly smile, accepting the compliment.

— OLIVIA! T/N IS HERE— Emma shouts, informing her daughter. I slowly approach the stairs leading to the upper floor, patiently waiting for my date. The sound of heels echoes on the floor, and with my mouth slightly open in surprise, I look at Olivia.

She's wearing a beautiful red dress that reaches down to her legs, accentuating her skin tone and her figure. Olivia smiles at me with bright eyes as she descends the stairs, observing me carefully.

— You look... stunning— I admit breathlessly, holding the ribbon in my hand. I timidly step closer to Rodrigo and with a smile on my lips, tie the ribbon that matches mine around her wrist.

Olivia smiles at me, her cheeks flushed.

— You look amazing too— her eyes roam over my figure, lingering on my legs and chest. I blush under her intense gaze.

— Alright, girls... a commemorative photo— Emma looks at us with excitement, holding a camera in her hands. —Mom!— Olivia looks at her mom in embarrassment, hiding her flushed cheeks in her hair.

I wrap my arm around Olivia's waist, catching the girl's attention. —Come on... let's take the picture... I don't want Emma to be disappointed— I whisper so that only Olivia can hear. —God... you're adorable. I wish I could kiss you right now— her eyes light up, and she looks at me sweetly and passionately. I smile, ignoring her words, and look at Emma.

The flash from the camera momentarily blinds me, and with shyness, I release my arm from around Olivia, grabbing my bag.

— You both look so beautiful...— Emma looks at the photo with emotion, smiling at me. —Alright, go on before it's too late... the car is waiting for you— she smiles at me warmly, and we follow her request at a quick pace.

Outside the door, there's a black car waiting for us, most likely her dad's. Olivia looks at me playfully.

— After you— I open the car door and let Olivia in, receiving a teasing glance. I follow her example, heart racing, mentally preparing myself to face this dreaded dance.

(...)

Arriving in front of the doors of the Nevermore, we step out of the car, ready to enter the building. You could hear the music and even the voices of the students from the outside who had already arrived. Gently, I take Olivia's hand and intertwine our fingers, walking towards the entrance.

— Oh my god! You both look stunning— I smile when I notice it's Enid. The blonde had moved away from the entrance to walk towards us, greeting us. Enid gives me a peck on the cheek with a smile on her lips, standing beside Ajax.

Olivia blushes and nods, tightening her grip on my hand.

— You look beautiful, Enid. I already told you that today...— I smile, winking at her. — And you're not looking too shabby, Ajax— the boy smiles and gives me a pat on the shoulder.

— Xavier?— I ask, not seeing my friend's mane anywhere. — With a girl— his best friend answers simply, smiling mischievously.

— How about we go in?— Olivia proposes timidly, the girl holding my hand and gently stroking the back of my hand with her thumb.

Entering the school, we see how many students are looking at us, smiling, while some simply ignore our presence. We stop in front of the photographer, giving a shy smile as we await the snap.

We start to make our way into the crowd, seeing how many students are already drunk or trying to flirt with some girls. Some couples are kissing on the couches, and others are dancing to the DJ's music, carried away by the alcohol they've consumed.

— Let's get something to drink!— Enid practically yells, dragging Ajax with her.

— How about we dance?— Olivia's voice sounds husky in my ear, and I nod, hearing her words. The girl drags me through the crowd, starting to sway her hips to the music's rhythm.

With clumsiness, I try to follow her movements, smiling as she gets close to my body, placing her hands against my chest. My hand rests on her thigh while Olivia positions her backside against my pelvis, moving against me.

My eyes lock with familiar coffee-colored irises. Jenna Ortega is looking at me from the other side of the room, trying to keep an eye on the party. Professor Ortega is wearing a beautiful blue dress that highlights her curves, heels of the same color as her dress, and dark red lips. My breath catches in my throat in front of such beauty, but I try to avoid staring at her for too long. Jenna has a hard look, her jaw clenched as she continues to look in our direction.

Olivia places a hand on my collarbone, making me tilt towards her neck, wanting to feel my lips against her skin. Without taking my eyes off the brunette, I see Jenna Ortega look away, starting to walk away from our view.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Olivia smile, and I almost feel satisfied for managing to avoid Professor Ortega.

The DJ changes the music, playing a slow song, and immediately couples start entering the dance floor. Olivia puts her hands around my neck, and I reflexively place mine around her waist, beginning to dance to the slow rhythm.

— It's a beautiful evening, don't you think?— Olivia absentmindedly murmurs, looking at me with a smile on her lips. I nod slowly, locking eyes with Enid, who's dancing with her boyfriend. The blonde smiles at me and winks.

— Yeah— I admit, and later I feel the weight of Olivia's head against my shoulder, as she hugs me gently. In the middle of the crowd, I catch sight of Jenna again, and she shoots me a glare before walking away.

— I'm thirsty— Olivia admits, removing her hands from around my neck. In the meantime, a blonde girl had approached. I didn't know who she was, but I greeted her anyway.

— Would you mind if I ask Olivia for a dance?— she asks, and I shake my head, smiling.

— No, not at all. Do you mind, Olivia?— I ask timidly, and the girl shakes her head, smiling at me.

— No, it's not a problem. Would you mind accompanying me to get a drink?— Olivia asks, looking attentively at the blonde girl. She shakes her head and smiles at Rodrigo. — And you?— Olivia asks me, and I shrug indifferently.

— I actually need to use the restroom— I smile and wave to the couple who's walking towards the punch.

I walk through the crowd and step out of the gym, immediately feeling the calm surround me. I sigh in relief and begin to walk towards the bathrooms, lost in my thoughts. My heart jumps to my throat when I feel a hand grab mine and pull me into a room. My muscles relax when I see that it's Jenna Ortega.

— Are you crazy? You scared me— I say, catching my breath. Jenna doesn't seem to care much, as she still has her hands on my chest. Jenna has her chin tilted up, looking at me angrily. I swallow the saliva due to the proximity of our faces.

— What's going on between you and Olivia?— she asks coldly, squinting her eyes and clenching her jaw. — Nothing— I admit quickly, almost instinctively.

Before I can finish my thoughts, Jenna's lips press against mine. It catches me off guard, and I don't respond to the kiss. The raven-haired girl pulls away quickly, panic in her eyes. The anger she had before quickly dissolves.

— I... I tried to ignore my feelings... but seeing you with Olivia... I... I'm sorry... I am...—

This time it's my turn to silence her. I interrupt her ramblings by pulling her close around the waist and kissing her gently, giving her a moment to catch up with what's happening. Immediately, she relaxes, her lips moving against mine eagerly.

Her hands grip around my neck, wanting to deepen the kiss. My hands rest against her hips, wanting more contact between our bodies. — So... everything's fine between us?— I quickly ask, my breathing labored. Jenna presses our lips together again, biting my lower lip. — Well?— I break the contact between our mouths, desperate for an answer.

— Damn it, yes! Now kiss me— Jenna places her fingers on my cheeks and pulls me closer to her for a needy kiss. The atmosphere around us intensifies considerably, feeling this sudden need to take our clothes off. Jenna places a hand on my thigh, digging her nails into my flesh.

I moan at the pleasurable sensation.

Jenna's lips move from mine, leaving a trail of kisses along my jawline, kissing my neck. My breath catches in my throat as I feel her teeth against my skin, likely leaving a mark. A pleasurable sensation grows in my lower abdomen, and I have this overwhelming need to feel Jenna more. Moisture increases in my underwear.

— Let's go to your place— I murmur between moans. Jenna's hand slowly moves towards my inner thigh, brushing her fingers against my intimacy. The professor smiles genuinely at me, her eyes hooded with excitement, and once again, she presses our lips together in a passionate kiss.

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"Why are you awake?" Rejanis if you need some motivation! Just read the next chapter of 'Don't say Forever' amazing work! <3

First off thanks love!! Second here it is :)

Ever since the bus accident, regina had reoccurring nightmares that would leave her gasping for air in the middle of the night. As much as she tried to avoid it, it never ended. Not even when she was at sleepovers much to her chagrin.

She woke up and tiptoed around her friends who were sprawled all around the couch and floors. She looked back at the small mattress on the ground where her girlfriend was laying when she fell asleep. It was empty. Pulling out her phone and checking the time she realized she needed to get them both back to bed.

Not before taking a photo of damian and aaron though. Who were curled up on the couch, cuddling, damian’s mouth wide open as his head tilted back. Regina stifled a laugh, Cady would love that, before walking out of the living room and into the kitchen.

She grabbed a glass of water and led herself out the back door and into the small garage. Regina opened the door and walked in slowly smiling.

The short brunette sat on the stool a brush in her hand and biting her lip as she stared at her painting.

“Hey” regina said causing the girl to jump a bit looking back.

“Hey” she said back before turning back to her painting.

“Jay it’s late, why are you awake?” Regina asked walking up to the girl and crouching next to her. She smiled as she wiped a smear of blue paint off the girls cheek.

“I could say the same to you!” Janis shot back.

“Touche, but i’ve been up for 5 minutes and plan on going right back to sleep. I assume you haven’t even gone to sleep yet” Regina says as janis grumbles.

“It’s fine, i really have to finish this.” Janis says lightly shaking regina’s hand off her shoulder.

“You can do it tomorrow.”

“I thought we were going to the mall with everyone tomorrow” Janis says looking up at the blonde her eyes softening.

“Me and you, can stay home. If you want of course”

Janis’s brows unfurrowed as she looked back up at the blonde. She shrugged.

“I need to grab stuff at the mall anyway so it’s fine. Just let me finish this tonight” Janis said, her stubbornness coming back to her.

“Jay, I know you think your nocturnal but you get really cranky when you don’t sleep”

“I don’t get cranky!” Janis scoffs, glaring at her girlfriend.

Regina raised an eyebrow and crosses her arms.

“Just go to sleep Gi” Janis shakes her head and turn away.

“Janis” Regina says.

Janis looks up at her wide eyes, “you said my real name” she mumbled quietly.

“Yeah i did, because im tired and i dont want to deal with you cranky tommorow. So get your little ass to bed” Regina says leaning down and into her girlfriend’s face.

“Come on regina! I’m not a kid, i can stay up late if i want to”

“staying up late was 12 when we watched tv! Not painting at 3:45 in the morning” Regina says narrowing her eyes at the girl.

Janis rolls her eyes and turns back to the easel, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and setting her brush down for a second to judge the painting again.

Regina lets out a sigh that whistles through her teeth.

“Janis seriously, last warning” Regina says her soft tone fading.

“I’m not a kid, just go to sleep if you’re so tired” Janis says with an eye roll. Regina’s frown turn to a smirk as she leans down and grabs her small girlfriend. An arm around her waist she hoists her up and off the stool.

Janis will deny forever that she let out a squeal. Regina heard it though and laughs out loud.

“Hey seriously!” Janis shouts squirming as she hoisted off her stool and set back on her feet on the floor. Regina grins and kisses her cheek before taking the girls apron off and spinning her around.

“Go” she says slapping her butt softly.

“Hey!” Janis shouts, spinning back around angrily and shoving a bony finger in regina’s face.

“I’m not tired and i have things to finish.”

“Janis, seriously. I love you, but please don’t make me manhandle you back to bed”

“Your back couldn’t handle it” Janis scoffs, Regina raises an eyebrow again and janis realizes her mistake too late.

She squeals again as regina leans down and wraps an arm under her knees and back hoisting her into her arms and starting the walk back to the house.

“No Gi!” Janis protests squirming in her arms.

“I told you so many times to go back to bed” The blonde says rolling her eyes as she opens the door back into the kitchen with her back.

“Ok ok! I’m sorry! Don’t hurt your back!” Janis says still squirming.

“Jay” Regina says stopping and looking down at the girl in her arms “my back is fine, you aren’t really heavy jay, I can carry you just fine” She finished grinning softly at the girl.

Janis grumbles at that but constantly stops squirming and just crosses her arms.

“sleep” regina says dropping the girl on the mattress as she lets out a squeal flailing as she falls. Janis glares up at her before flipping her off. Regina chuckles quietly before settling down next to her and pulling the blanket over her.

Janis leans forward and kisses regina softly. “Sorry Gi, I just really need to get this done”

“I know baby, you can get it done when it’s not 3 am though, and if you really want to go to the mall, Than you can come back after and work on it from after dinner until 9 ok?”

“fine” janis agrees letting her shoulders drop and leaning against the blonde picking at the chipped paint under her fingernails.

“I love you” She says softly. Regina smiles and pulls her into her side.

“I know, now sleep before I have to knock you out” Regina says with a grin. They curl up into each other and finally the both of them sleep without problems.