#this is sooo dumb and doesn't even look like his face

[bluebellthesponge]

nobody:

roger’s drum set in the early ‘80s: 👁👄👁

[emptywwwriting]

Your Toxic Situationship with Joel Miller

Parings: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Smut, toxic, age gap (not specified), angst?, reader cries during sex, NO Y/N, reader just wants to be loved (me too), rough p in v sex.

Summary: You and Joel have a situationship, you have feelings for Joel, but he doesn't feel the same

Inspired by a post i have reposted on my blog :)

WC: 1.2k (tiny ik)

A/N: I feel like this sucks... Anyways this is NOT edited and its that time of the night where im so tired my glasses don’t help my vision any sooo take this with a grain of salt. i'll edit it later!

There was something so painful about your relationship,, situationship... with Joel Miller. 

Maybe it was the way he’d ignore you in town, even after spending days on end with you in secret. Or maybe it was the way he’d dismiss your insecurities when you would tell him about them nervously, late into the night. He’d shake his head or say.

“People would talk, no one can know about… whatever, this is.” 

Whatever

It never felt like 'whatever’ to you. When he was buried inside of you so deeply brushing your cervix over and over and over again, murmurs of 

“Fuck you feel so good, I love you. So fuckin’ tight sweet girl.” Would fall from his lips.

He would spill inside of you, and then the two of you wouldn’t discuss it again. It confused your desperate, sad, brain, yearning for love, to be loved. One night, during a particularly rough fucking from Joel, tears welled in your eyes as soon as you came. He stopped immediately, of course, and asked you what was wrong.

Sniffles interrupted your soft-spoken words.

“I want you to like me.” You hid your eyes from him, casting them down in shame.

“Aw, baby I do like you,” His hand came up to cradle the side of your face, wiping away a stray tear.

“Such a pretty little thing,” His hand trailed to your neck and you looked up at him.

“So tight and warm around me.” A devilish smirk overcame his previously soft look at you and you frowned. His look faltered, and he cocked his head at you.

“T’s not what I wanted to hear,” A sniffle. “I want you to like me…” You trail off trying to think of an example. 

“More than just for this.” You gesture to the position the two of you are in, your naked and sweaty frame shoved against Joel’s headboard. His broad chest is hovering above you, hips flush with yours, warm and shoved deep inside of you.

He frowns at you and starts rubbing your red cheeks again.

“Baby we can’t be more than this, it’s…” He wanders off for a minute thinking of the right word. 

“People wouldn’t like to see an old man like me with a young girl like you.” He gives you a sympathetic frown that you know is fake.

He shifts his weight slightly causing his heavy cock to brush that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to gasp softly.

“I-I don’t care, I want to be boyfriend and girlfriend… or something.” Hiccups interrupt you occasionally, and tears begin to form once more.

“Too young baby,” He’s shaking his head and it's breaking your heart.

“Not old enough for me, still just a kid compared to my old ass.” He chuckles trying to lighten the mood but it doesn't work, it just frustrates you more.

“I’m not a kid.” Your tone is snappy and your eyes are staring deep into his. He shifts his hips again but you muffle the reaction it causes you.

“Don't talk to me like im dumb.”

“No need to get short with me.” His smile has dropped and he looks as mad as you do now. You can’t mistake the shift in his hips this time as simply repositioning himself.

Your confidence falters.

“Why won’t you just love me?” You ask equally angry and sad. 

He pulls his hips out barley a centimeter before pushing back in, slow. You gasp louder, body beginning to heat up again.

“I love this pussy baby, feels so good.” He’s grinning again pulling out even farther now before shoving himself back in. You're mad at him but the fullness his cock is giving you feels too good to ask for him to stop. You the feel tears coming again, but his hand on your clit, rubbing light soft circles sends your focus away from them. 

“Needa stop thinkin’ baby, dumb little brain can’t handle all these emotions.” He’s talking to you like you're stupid and it makes your cheeks flush. He’s patronizing you, it’s infuriating, but just like before the feeling of his thrust growing longer and harder, short circuits your brain and all you can do is moan. 

“Yeah I know baby, feels too good hmm?”

“Jus’ let me do all the work to make you feel good like I always do.” His thrusts pick up and a coil forms deep in your belly. Your legs are wrapping around his hips instinctively and you cling to his neck like if you let go he would disappear. Your whines are needy now, you're mad but you can’t talk, you can’t do anything but let yourself be filled by him over and over. 

“I always take care of you right baby.” His breathing is labored and his eyes are black.

Staring up at him, with wide eyes and an open mouth all you can do is hum a broken.

Mhmm.

“Fill you up so nice, gonna cum in you n’ make you mine.” He’s growling, pace now erratic and mind-numbing. Your thoughts are gone and have been replaced by him. His smell, his looks, the way he feels, him him him him him.

All you can do is screw your eyes shut with a silent scream.

“All mine, fuck, you’re all mine right?” His sentence doesn’t sound like a question but you are so fucked out you don’t even hear it. 

A quick but firm slap to your cheek causes your eyes to shoot open, and stare back at him saucer-eyed. It didn’t hurt, but it got your attention.

“Who’s are you?” He's angry, still pounding your swollen sensitive pussy mercilessly.

Your mouth opens but nothing comes out. 

“Gonna get real mean you don’t answer me.”

You know he’s not bluffing.

“You! Fuck.” It comes out strangled and airy. All of your breath is gone, you are heaving trying to get oxygen to your brain again.

“All mine, you’re all mine. Just a silly,” He gives you a particularly rough thrust. 

“Stupid-“ Another. 

“Girl.” 

It makes your heart sink but his thrust mixed with his finger working rapidly over your swollen bud, for some reason pushes you over the edge. You're clinging to him, nails deep inside his skin, riding out the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had. The waves hit you hard, and they are relentless. Tears prick your eyes, and your body tenses rhythmically. Before you know it Joel is pumping his seed deep inside of you. Your name is a mantra on his lips. 

“Mine, mine, mine, shit, mine.” pours from him as he loses himself within your walls. Everything is tight and warm and you feel like mush. His weight is crushing you but it feels like home. 

Joel is home to you. You know deep down that he doesn't truly care for you, but something about his experienced touch ignites a fire within you. You can’t bring yourself to do anything but worship him. He pushes himself off of you and all you can do is drunkenly admire his beautiful tan skin, covering his broad muscles. The weight of your forbidden arrangement always hangs heavy in the air after you guys fuck. 

He grudgingly pulls out of you with a defeated sigh. You whimper at the loss of contact. He brings you a towel, wiping your sensitive parts, ridding them of any trace of him.  

You know that your love for him is built upon something not returned by him completely. You are just a naive girl yearning for his affection; Yet, you are aware that the excitement of your fleeting encounters and shared looks intoxicates you both. Neither of you will ever find the strength to separate from one another.

[cxvii666]

"WHY'S THIS DEALER? TAKING THE PISS!?"

college au! hanta sero x reader

(part three)

cw: drinking, bad language, recreational drug use, reader sells bud, pussy eating, make out sessions, threesome in air quotes (denki's more of a voyeur than anything else) more like you x hanta(x denki), lots of second base action, 21st century love story, genz romcom type beat - part 2 was better and part 1 was my baby

wc: 2.9k

"i've been standing here, for 30 mins"

the party is in full swing, a chaotic mishmash of too-loud music, clinking bottles, people yelling and the occasional cheer from a victorious drinking game. the air reeks of cheap beer and cheaper cologne, and there's this unspoken agreement that everyone is pretending the sticky spot on the floor isn't there. hanta's pretty sure someone just knocked over an entire plate of chips somewhere near the kitchen, and judging by bakugou's growling and yelling, it's about to get cleaned up in the most aggressive way possible.

still, he's not paying much attention to any of that.

not when he's standing near the couch with you on one side and denki on the other, grinning like he just won the lottery. hanta's not entirely sure how this happened-how he went from nursing a lukewarm beer in a corner to being wedged between you two-but he's not complaining.

the three of you were making idle talk about the party, who's a bitch, who hooked up with who, but to be perfectly honest, you have no idea what to say. you know so many cool things about sero, the type of music he likes (from his instagram highlights), that he drinks this special organic green tea every morning (from denki accidently drinking it this one time and screaming it about), that he's super into horror manga, that he likes the same movies as you, that he backstraps when he rolls, and you want him to teach you. but it's like you can't even open your mouth to say any of this to him, and denki has for sure has picked up on this.

the blonde glances at you now from across hanta, mostly out of his own surprise that neither of you two have made a move yet. he mentally rolls his eyes, you all for sure love to call him the dumb one but the only idiots he sees are the two pining next to him.

so denki, as always, is the catalyst. "sooo," he says, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet, "y'know, i was thinking..." and the both of you groan on reflex because he's got that glint in his eye, the one that usually means trouble. "we should totally play spin the bottle. or like, seven minutes in heaven or something. you guys down?"

hanta's about to protest- because really?, who even plays those anymore?- but then you laugh. it's that same laugh from the car, the one that's stuck in his head for days, and suddenly he's a little more open to the idea.

"spin the bottle, huh?" you say, leaning back against the armrest of the couch, your hood slipping slightly. "that's so middle school of you, denki.

"hey, middle school was a vibe." denki shoots back, unbothered. he plops down on the carpet in front of the coffee table and waves at the two of you to join him.

"c'monnn, it'll be fun. unless you're scared."

"you're unwell," you deadpan, but your feet follow him to where he's sat and when the smirk creeping onto your face betrays you, and denki catches it like a hawk. you glance at hanta, eyebrows raised. "you in?

"ummm," hanta hesitates, but the way you're looking at him makes it hard to say no. "-sure?"

"that's the spirit!" denki hollers, snatching an almost-empty beer bottle from the table. he's vibrating with chaotic energy as he spins it, barely waiting for it to stop before shouting, "Y'ALL JOINING OR WHAT?"

mina and kirishima are immediately in because they can smell drama from a mile away. a couple of randoms that hanta doesn't from campus join too, and suddenly there's a circle forming, powered entirely by questionable decision-making, and denki's grin widens as he sets the bottle in the middle.

the game starts innocently enough. a couple of spins lead to awkward cheek kisses, overdramatic "EWWWs" from mina, and one insanely disastrous attempt by kirishima to lips bakugou, which ends in a wrestling match that topples half the circle and flipping a table.

but then. oh, then. the bottle lands on you. or more accurately, on you and denki, because the blonde immediately grabs the bottle before it even stops spinning fully.

"alright, alright." denki says, waving his hands like he's running damage control, but his grin is devious. "we'll share."

"share?" hanta asks, an eyebrow raising. "how does that even work?"

denki, completely unfazed, points between you and hanta. "it's simple, dude. a group effort. right, babe?" he winks at you, and to hanta's surprise, you're laughing again.

hanta might actually short-circuit. "you're so stupid." you say, still laughing, but your gaze flick to hanta, and there's no denying the glint of amusement in your eyes.

"what do you say, sero? think you can handle it?"

hanta's not sure if it's the alcohol, the atmosphere, or just the way you're looking at him, but he rolls his tongue across his teeth, a lazy grin creeping onto his face and he nods. "yeah, uh, sure. why not?"

cut to: the three of you sprawled on the couch like you just collectively lost a game of jenga, but instead of wooden planks, it's your sense of dignity. the rest of the group has dispersed, denki's practically in your lap, hanta wedged inbetween, and there's entirely too much touching. it starts simple-a hand on a knee, a brush of shoulders-but then denki's dragging his fingers under hanta's hoodie, and your lips are at his neck, and holy shit, when did it get so warm in here?-

"relax, sero," denki says, low and taunting as he finally slides off of your lap, watching you trail your hands down, down, and back up hanta's chest. "we're just having fun."

"yeah," you add, your voice smooth and teasing. "you trust us, right?"

hanta inhales deeply trying not to lose his composure fixing his beanie back over his head. "yeah. of course."

he looks from you to denki before sniffing as his fingers twitch from where they're gripping the sides of your thighs, fuck he really hopes his hands aren't sweaty. he's chill guyed to close to the sun, his mouth has run dry, his social battery is depleting and to be honest he's growing a bit tired of the chaos surrounding you.

that's when denki leans in with his sly grin and nods at his bestfriend, "you wanna go for a smoke huh?" and he turns to you, "i know a spot if you don't mind supplying." and you're already on your feet not hesitating to agree. hanta nods along, his lazy smile softening at the thought of escape. the three of you slip out unnoticed, the bass of the music fading behind you as the crisp night air hit.

"god, i thought we'd never leave." you mutter, shoving your hands into your hoodie pockets checking for your phone, your lipgloss, your wallet and your bud, as denki looks over with a mock gasp.

"what, my party planning wasn't good enough for you?"

"your party planning?" you shoot back, raising an eyebrow. "you're just the guy who shows up with the aux cord and a vape. let's not overstate your role dude."

hanta snickers, shaking his head as denki gasped dramatically. "can you fuck off, hanta, tell her i'm vital to party ecosystems."

"nah she's got a point," hanta replies, his voice laced with amusement. "i don't remember seeing you do much more than yap and hit your pen."

denki groans, muttering about how no one appreciates his genius as he leads the way to a bus stop round the back of the field not far from the mina's place. the three of you settle under the secluded barely lit bus shelter. hanta rolls his own cig while you roll up the joint. you glance over at his fingers a couple times and nearly drop the roach when you watch him lick a stripe down the rolling paper.

you finish up and pass denki the joint, the first few hits were passed around in comfortable silence, as you all take a second to breathe in the crisp night air.

"alright, spill," denki says suddenly, leaning back and eyeing you. "what's your deal with sero?"

your stomach drops. "huh, what?" you replied, grasping onto what's left your pride and trying to play it cool despite the heat creeping up your neck. "what deal? i don't have a deal, there's no-"

"you're super into him."

hanta's head snaps up. "what?" he echoes, looking between the two of you.

"nothing," you say quickly, shooting denki a death glare and snatching the zoot from him. "stfu, what is wrong with," you say with a hiss.

"It's fine," denki teases, leaning into hanta with a conspiratorial whisper. "she told me earlier. said you were her dream guy and everything."

you groan, burying your face in your hands. "i actually hate you."

hanta's laugh rang out, light and easy. "is that true?" he asked, his tone teasing but warm.

you peek at him from between your fingers. his grin was wide, but his gaze was soft, genuine. it made your heart flutter, and for a moment, you forgot how to speak.

"yeah, well," you say finally, taking another hit before passing him the joint. "don't let it go to your head."

hanta smiles, a faint blush dusting his cheeks and when the point of connection where your fingertips touch shoots a spark through him. "wouldn't dream of it."

denki's cackle breaks the moment. "you guys are so cute i might puke," he says, clutching his chest dramatically. "okay, okay, let's get snacks before i lose my buzz."

the room was softly lit, the only illumination coming from the early morning sun filtering through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the tangled pile of limbs on hanta's bed. the three of you were still sleeping, basking in the warm, lazy comfort of the previous night's haze. the air smelled faintly of citrus and smoke, the lingering traces of your late-night adventures.

you stirred first, a soft hum escaping your lips as you blink against the sunlight. you stretch slightly, careful not to disturb the two boys beside you. hanta's arm was draped over your waist, his grip loose and comforting, while denki lay sprawled on his stomach, one hand brushing against your shoulder.

"morning," you whisper, your voice still thick with sleep, as you turn your head to meet hanta's warm brown eyes. he looks at you with a lazy smile, his hair mussed and sticking up at odd angles.

"morning," he replies, his voice raspy and soft, the kind of tone that sent shivers down your spine.

denki groans from his place next to you, stretching dramatically. "why is the sun so loud?" he mumbles, making you and hanta laugh.

"you're the loud one," you shoot back, chucking a pillow at him. "ow fuck." "oh don't be such a baby."

hanta's laugh rumbles in his chest, and you feel it more than heard it. the vibration was comforting, grounding you in the soft intimacy of the moment. "i think you're just mad you're not a morning person," he says, his voice still low and gravelly from sleep.

denki cracks one eye open to glare at you, though his lips quirked into a grin. "well liked it better when it was just us, the food, and the movie."

hanta's hand brushes against your hip as he shifts closer. "yeah, but this is nice too."

you feel the tension shift in the room, subtle but palpable. hanta's thumb traces a slow circle on your hip, the light touch sending sparks across your skin. denki notices, of course, his grin fading into something softer, something more curious as his gaze flicks between the two of you.

"you're touchy this morning," you tease, though your voice was quieter now, your heart picking up speed.

hanta doesn't answer right away, his lips quirking into a small, knowing smile as he leans closer. his voice barely above a whisper when he says "can't help it. you're here."

denki's eyes widen slightly, his usual cool guy act slipping for a moment. "whoa, okay, are we doing this? s this a thing now?"

you laugh again, the sound nervous but excited. "are you always this subtle?"

denki smirks, sitting up slightly. "subtlety is overrated. i'm just saying- if something's happening, i'd rather not be the clueless idiot in the room."

hanta snorts, his hand still resting on your hip. "you've never been clueless, denks."

the air grew heavier, the playful banter giving way to something more intimate. hanta's gaze meets yours, a question lingering in his expression. when you nod, his hand slides up your side, his touch firm but careful, testing the waters.

denki watches, his breathing hitching slightly as hanta leaned in to kiss you. it was slow and deliberate, his lips soft and warm.

"you okay, denki?" you ask leaning back to look at him from beside you when you and hanta finally break for air. the brief pause is just that, brief, because hanta's lips are back on yours before you can finish speaking.

"oh, i'm very okay," he replies, his grin returning as he leaned back against the pillows. "don't mind me. just... enjoying the view."

hanta has to physically pull himself off of you in order to shoot his best friend a look that was both completely exasperated and totally amused. "you think you're such a joker-"

"yeah, yeah," denki says, waving him off. "just keep going, don't let me distract you."

hanta turns his attention back to you, his hands sliding under the hem of your shirt, his touch igniting a trail of heat along your skin. he guides you onto your back, his lips finding yours again, deeper this time, more insistent. his hands roam, exploring the curves of your body with a reverence that made you swallow down a whimper.

denki shifts closer, his eyes fixed on the way hanta kisses you, his own hands twitching as if he wanted to reach out but didn't quite dare. "you guys are so hot together," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe.

hanta pulls back slightly, his lips swollen and his gaze dark. "you want to join, or are you just gonna sit there?"

denki blinked, clearly caught off guard, but the slow grin spreading across his face said everything. "oh, i'm in." what followed was a blur of soft laughter and heated touches. the blonde gets manhandled into sitting behind you as hanta presses you back into denki's chest. hanta's lips trail down your neck, his hands pulling your shirt up and over your head. denki leans in, his fingers brushing against your arm as he tilted your chin toward him for a kiss that was playful but electric.

when hanta slid lower, his kisses trailing down your stomach, you shiver, anticipation thrumming through you. denki's hand finds yours, his grip firm and reassuring as he watched hanta settle between your thighs. his eyes darken as he takes in the sight of you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"you're beautiful," hanta murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before he presses a kiss to your inner thigh. the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through you, as your ass jerks back and the blonde lets out a sigh as you make contact with the half-chub in his boxers. your free hand tangling into hanta's soft hair as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration.

denki's breathing grew heavier, his gaze fixed on the way hanta moved, the way you reacted. "holy shit," he whispered, his voice thick with arousal. "you're so into this, aren't you?"

you nod, unable to form words as hanta's mouth finally finds its mark, his tongue moving in deliberate, torturous strokes up your slit that left you gasping. as he ate you out with passion, grunting and groaning into your pussy, hips bucking into the mattress. denki's hand tightens around yours, his other hand resting on your knee, his touch grounding you as the pleasure built higher and higher.

hanta didn't stop, his hands gripping your hips to keep you steady as he worked you over with a skill and dedication that left you trembling. denki's eyes never left you, his own arousal evident as he leaned closer, his lips brushing against your temple in a surprisingly tender gesture.

"you're amazing y'know," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

when you finally come undone, your body arching off the bed and your cries muffled against denki's shoulder, hanta didn't let up until you were completely spent, twitching and whining. he pulled back, his lips glistening and his expression smug as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

denki let out a low whistle, his grin wide and appreciative. "damn, sero. i didn't know you was an eater like thaattttt," he turns to you "he's a keeper forreal-" you cut him off with a pillow to the face as hanta snickers, climbing back up to press a kiss to your forehead. "glad you think so."

you laugh softly, your body still buzzing as you reach for hanta pulling them both into a lazy, contented embrace. the three of you stayed like that, tangled together in the warm morning light, the world outside forgotten as you basked in the easy intimacy of the moment.

HEYYYYY YALLLL this is the last part of this particular series but i love this au and i have some more thingys in my drafts a lot briefer than this and if you LIKED this one then you'll probably LOVE girls who like to fuck

[stxrryskys]

His way of apologizing

n/a: In which, he made you upset and feels really bad:( so he tries to make it up to you! By eating your pussy like a starved man!

a/n: I feel like he would be a MUNCH he is definitely a MUNCH. Thank you, your honor. ENJOY! |

REQUESTS ARE OPEN BTW..... SO REQUEST PLEASe

C/w: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, soft Dom Daisuke, kinda mean reader in beginning, fingering, AFAB reader, use of the word panties.. Ik I'm sorry. lmk if I forgot anything!

Not proofread

"C'mon dude! Why won't you just forgive me!" Your desperate bf pleaded, he was practically on his knees, you both were sitting in the lounge on the couch, the screen with the bright ass sun in your face wasn't helping with your frustration, neither was your boyfriend.

"First of all, I'm not your "dude" and second of all, quit apologizing becuz you don't even know what you did! " you couldn't help but raise your voice, you were angry, I mean, how could he? You were embarrassed, ashamed, and overall pissed!

So what did Daisuke do exactly. Well, poor baby got so excited when you guys first had sex he had to tell someone, he wanted to tell curly but he was always busy, Jimmy? No.... What about Anya! Hmm.. No.. That'd be awkward since she wasn't a guy- Swansea! Sooo.. He told Swansea, he told him about how amazing you felt and he even showed off the scratches you left on his back, he was so proud of himself and Swansea gave him a big pat on the back.. But jimmy overheard... Then he told curly.... Then curly blurted it out to Anya during a conversation sooo everyone knows.. What if they think you're a whore...Anyways! You were all in the mess hall, eating dinner when jimmy brought it up.

"You guys sure are two active bunnies, huh? " he said as he he took a bite of his soup

"Huh? What does that mean? " you asked so innocently, I mean, you really didn't have any idea what he was talking about

"I think he means the fact that you guys fuck alot. " Swansea then said.

what.

Oh my god oh my god- his fucking quarter walls were made out of steel so no fucking way someone could've heard them- daisuke had to have told them!

"Oh. And why are we bringing up our... Private habits? "

"Well Daisuke told everyone.. " Anya said quietly

What.

How could he? He knew that you wanted to keep your bedroom life private and he went against that and you were furious.

"Oh." Was all you said, everyone went on about their day like they hadn't just humiliated you, Daisuke didn't see anything wrong with it, goddamn ray of sunshine doesn't even see what he did wrong

Which brings us back to here. You sitting on the couch and him right next to you, his hands clasped together as he pleaded with you

"Look! I'm sorry for whatever I did! I just don't want you to be mad at me, love! "

"Well I'm mad! "

"But why? "

"You told everyone about our sex life! They fucking humiliated me at dinner tonight! And you didn't even do anything! You know I hate being put on blast and being put in the spot yet you said nothing! So pardon me if I'm upset! "

You crossed your arms as you raised your voice. Oh. That's why you were upset, god did he feel dumb. He just wanted to die, he didn't even realize how much he hurt you...

"Ah.. I-im sorry.. I uh.. I really didn't think you would mind! I should've talked to you about it.. And I'm sorry for not standing up and saying something I rea-

"Forget it, Daisuke! Honestly just fucking forget it! " you got up and speed walked to your quarters, you were so pissed you didn't even wanna hear about it.

Daisuke decided to just leave you alone for now. He felt dumb, he felt so awful, he never meant to make you feel that way, he sat on the couch thinking about ways to make it up to you and.. Bingo! This was perfect! He hopped up off the couch and went to your quarters, he gently knocked on the door, it's not like it was locked but he didn't wanna barge in.

"What do you want? " you said softly, you felt kinda bad for yelling at him

He opened the door and shut it behind him as he walked in. He walked to your bed, and toppled over you, his lips crashing into yours. Your eyes widened

"What the fuck- what the hell are you- " he interrupted you by kissing you again, it's not like you didn't want it you were just caught off guard

"Im *peck* sorry *peck* "

He kissed down your neck and stopped at the collar of your shirt

"Let me make it up to you, please? "

"Make it up to me how- AH! "

You gasped loudly as he basically ripped your pajama pants down and lifted up your legs to get them off of you, he threw them on the floor

"Jesus! What the-

"Hush.. Let me apologize to you.. " he opened your legs and positioned himself, like his whole body between them, his torso hunched over your lower belly as he placed small kisses over your neck

"Okay okay.. Fine.. "

He smiled against your neck, sucking softly on your supple skin, leaving a light pink mark, lifting up his head slightly and smiling at the mark he had left. He then tugged at your shirt and made you lift up your arms so he could take it off.

"You're so beautiful.. I.. God you're so perfect" he said as he stares lovingly into your eyes before dipping his head down to devour your breasts. He nipped at your sensitive nipples which were already hard from the cold air

It felt like an eternity passed while he was leaving light pink marks on your chest, he ran his tongue along your stomach and he moves his body down, his face just above the waistband of your panties, hooking his finger under.

"C-can I? " he looked up at you and you nodded.. "I wanna hear you say it.. Use your words please..? "

"Yeah.. G-go ahead.. " you nodded and be didn't have to be told twice, he tore your favorite panties off but, poor baby was just excited :((

He spread your legs further as he dipped his face between your legs, kitten licking your folds before turning his head to the side to kiss your inner thighs, leaving some marks before diving back into your pussy, immediately going in with his tongue. He flicked his tongue out and lemme tell you.. His tongue is sooooo long like.. Genocider Jill long..

As his tongue flicked out to go inside of you his teeth grazed your clit and you arched your back a little

"A-ah! Teeth- teeth Daisuke! " he didn't listen, more like he didnt hear you but can you blame him? He felt bad and was focused on making you feel better. It was only when he lifted his head up when you tugged on his hair. "Are you okay, love? " he looked up at you.. Your slick dripping down his chin, jeez.. Were you that wet?

"Y-your teeth.. "

"Oh shoot! I'm sorry! " thats all he said before he dipped his head back down, continuing to eat you, he brought his fingers up and pulled his head away for a couple of seconds and almost immediately inserted 2 fingers in you, thumb circling your clit as he pulled his head back in and continued.

The combination of his fingers and his tongue had you close, you grabbed his hair and that was his breaking point, he added a THIRD finger and curled them inside the part of you that needed him most.

"D-dai.. I'm close.. I-im gonna cum.. "

He nodded his head as if telling you to let go, you pulled his hair as you came undone all over his face, you know the walls are soundproof but if they weren't the whole ship would be awake

He pulled away after he lapped up all of your cum and slick, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling empty. He put them up to his mouth and licked them clean before wiping them on his shirt. Then he wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your lower belly.

.....

"Do you forgive m-

"Shut up, I forgive you.. "

"Yay! Awesome!! "

.....

"I love you"

"I love you too, Daisuke.. "

I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS.

. The ending whas kinda rushed..

REQUESTS OPEN 👿

[kisspurins]

mm thinking of how seunghan is known to he the softest and kindest man ever but they dont know his hidden side where he's literally the most deranged guy ever :(( he would tell u how he's doing it for ur safety and he'll also tell u what he's doing is just a way of him showing his love but gosh.. what he's doing is so disgusting but u cant think so otherwise because it makes u feel bad :((

oh nonie you're soooo right 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ hannie is so corruption but in the worst ways possible with how deranged n sick he is :( knows he can manipulate and mold you into his perfect girl bcs you don't know any better!!! he loves you sm and he would never do bad things to you!! ofc not!!!!!

୨୧ warnings｜dubcon，dom seunghan，anal，free use，exhibitionism，humiliation，dry humping，reader gets called princess n pocket pussy，manipulation，scent kink，spanking mentioned，breeding kink，nipple play mentioned a lil

first we have to talk about seunghan and free use!!! loves bending n pulling you on his dick whenever he feels like it!! calls you his lil pocket pussy while hes fucking you and always does it when you're not particularly free!!!! could be working on something n he comes groping n playing with you 🙂‍↕️ always saying how much he needs you :( does it on work video calls and has no shame n loves pinching your nipples n getting them all perk n hard <333 if he was super mean he would suck on your nipples till they're sore n sensitive with the audience :( even when you're so shy n trying to cover the cam he just tells you to pay attention and you always listen to your hannie :((

thinking specifically abt seunghan who records n takes pictures of you in gross positions or doing gross things :( would love having you on your knees n pushes your face in his bush n holds you there until you start tapping his thigh bcs hes pushing you down so hard and hair is poking your cheeks n chin <3 makes you lick n beg him even just to suck his tip!!! n absolutely makes you lick n such his balls 🙂‍↕️ n doesn't let you touch even if you're dripping all over the ground!!!!! takes videos n zooms in on your face n your eyes are all red n teary n zooms in on your wetness dripping n calling you a dumb mutt <333 threatening you saying hes gonna send it to allll his friends to show what a slut of a princess he has!!!!!! even if you ask him later why he records he says hes doing it for your safety!! needs to keep you in your vulnerable moments for himself n hes keeping them alllll safe for him n you don't have to worry abt it at all!! sometimes its confusing bcs he still touches n plays with you like this in front of his friends too n you wonder if hes really telling the truth but he loves you!! hes protective of you!!!!!

is this a safe space to talk abt anal... seunghan would love it sooo much!!! loves flipping you over n slipping in your pussy n hes so rough n mean slapping your ass n pulling you back against him <333 he loves breeding sm too :( wants to breed you n get you all full m round but he doesn't wanna get you pregnant!!! he just wants to fuck you full 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ soooo its only right he switches holes!!! you whine abt how it hurts n you're not ready but he just loves fucking your ass n cumming inside sm you're dripping of it when he pulls out!!!!! doesnt prep you bcs he likes how you twitch n squirm n pushes the cum inside your ass with his fingers n makes you lick them clean after </3

last one i prommy but dry humping <333 this is just one of the things he does to make you feel gross 🙂‍↕️ makes you hump his leg to get his attention n wont look at you until you pee cum all over him <3 has to feel the wet spot n you have to spread yourself out n show him your sticky panties n ask him to plan look :( its so so embarrassing and so humiliating because seunghan doesn't even give into pouting n tantrums!! makes you beg n cry for him to acknowledge you n you have to be a gross girl :( maybeeee then he lets you move onto humping his hugee bulge if he's feeling generous!!!!

[cupidscrule]

sooo if u could do bullysatosugu x fem!reader u would do me a biiiiiiggg favorrr and thak youuu

PUPPY BABY !

BULLY!Satosugu× afab!reader (no prns r used)

WARNINGS - light bondage, mean Satoru and suguru, slight non con? Reader doesn't explicitly consent but it's Implied, au where suguru isn't a cult leader, p in v, forced blow job, marking, reader gags on their panties

1.2 k wrds

You were their victim, all throughout highschool and now as a teacher. Still their victim, even though you three had grown up that didn't stop them, Satoru. Suguru.

Fucken assholes, calling you names, making fun of how you look, talked, anuthin' they could.

It was miserable, you couldn't do anything against them either way so it was pointless, the only reasonable person in your life was Shoko

"I swear I'm gonna kill them." You mutter to her dramatically falling back onto her bed, "I know they're annoying " she replies glam in over at you, she was the only person you could TALK to. At least she was always there as a buffer between you and the bastards, always let you rant and scream with her.

They never fucked around with Shoko though, no idea why they won't respect you but they will her.

"I'm so tireddd" you groan leaning back in the empty classroom, your students were currently out on a mission, probobly not dead. Shoko was off doing god knows what and, well there was Gojo and Geto. Honestly it was a pretty good day, they weren't around you; they were doing their own thing. Meaning you get peace and quiet. Which is rare.

"Hey y/n! What's up" the way too familiar voice echos, sound of the creaking door opening. Standing in the doorway the men.

"The hell do you want" you murmmer looking over at them, eyes halflided looking both grosed out and annoyed. Typical reaction to seeing those dicks.

"You looked lonely, thought we'd stop by" suguru said causally, shrugging his shoulders.

"Whatever bullshit your up to, I don't care" you say plainly, to your dismay they don't leave though. Coming up closer to you, Satoru talking about random shit, suguru just looking over at you. You were leaning on one of the old desks, too tired to be bothered to get rid of the pests

Satoru coming up beside you pulling on your hair harshly, slightly whimper comes from your lips

"Oh fuck sugu~ hear that" the white haired one says smirking like a cunt

Pulling away from him, standing a few feet away from them. "Fucken' whore" he whispers small laugh coming from him

" 'toru aren't you being a bit mean to the poor thing?" Geto hums, hands in his pockets. Eyes lingering on the display infront of him

"Nah shes not crying it's fine!! Sugu don't be such a downer " Satoru says fake frown on his dumb little face. Looking back over at you his hand going to grab your face, only to be stopped by you slapping it away

"Don't touch me." You say short, teeth gritting

"Bitch oh you're gonna regret that" he glaring at you, roughly grabbing onto your shoulders pushing you firmly against the wall, his grip tight, nails digging into your soft skin though the fabric of your uniform

Before briefly releasing you, shoving you down. Honestly you're kinda shocked, shocked that he thinks he can just get away with this. But of course it doesn't even MATTTER suguru's standing beside the cunt. They both have a devilsh look on their eyes which made you shudder, brows furrowed at them

"Yknow I've- fuck always been more a dog person"

Fucking humiliation is all you felt, they had you on your knees. Hands held behind your back, gagging on Satoru, even worse was your soaked panties, the fact you were getting off on this

Suguru sat on a chair behind you, holding your wrists firmly, while you were buried between satorus legs, his hand held on your hair gripping it and fucking your sore throat. Only sloppy moans came from you, tears in your eyes

"Shit you crying? What happened to tellin us to fuck off ?" Suguru laughs, using his free hand to rub the tears off your face.

"Mmf- don't even have a gag reflex you really are - fuck a slut huh?" Satoru says, forcing you to take his whole length, feeling his seed seep into your throat.

He pulls out, still semi hard dick in his hand "swallow." He said, watching you, a teary pretty little mess choke it down, face all red.

"Better listen hunny" suguru mutters patting the side of your cheek, you would almost think it was endearing if it wasn't for your situation.

No matter how much you tried you just couldn't make a coherent sentence, just babbles of cuss words.

"F-fuck y- you-"'

"Use your words" suguru says again in that sickly sweet tone

Satoru still up in front of you, looking down at you as if you're a bug.

"I h- hiccup hate- you. " Only words to come out of your mouth, wasn't really what they wanted to hear but it was something !

Suguru letting go of your wrists , releasing you, thighs were pressed together , dribbles of cum coming down from your chin with still teary eyes, awe it made satorus heart melt. For a moment he almost wanted to take away all the pain you were in, but then you wouldn't be crying so what's the fun in that?

"I'll take care of you hm? Alright hunny?" Suguru says, picking you up, bending your down, stomach down and ass up on the cold desk you were sitting on, you still had all your clothes on. Well despite your shirt being ever so slightly unbuttoned. Suguru with ease pulled down your sweats, your white lacey panties soaked, small giggle comes from Satoru after seein' that

"I was just jokin' damn, slutty one aren't ya?"

Suguru gently pulling them off, handing them to Satoru who proceeds to jam them in your mouth, making you taste your own filth, hearing suguru unbutton his pants, running his dick on your slit making muffled moans escape from you

Bullying his dick into your right hole, soft groans is all that's heard in the room, suguru has your legs resting on his hips while he digs into you.

Hands digging into your ass, earning small whines from you

His pace wasn't as bad at Satorus, still sore though. Till eventual you can feel him slowdown chasing his high, pulling close into you and cumming inside, hands still gripped onto your ass making small red marks.

"Cries too much" Satoru says pushing you over onto suguru

"Satoru, be nice they've been through enough ~"

"Mfm-sore- hurt" you whine snuggling closer to them

Huh, maybe they aren't so bad.

PT 2 CHAT?1!!1

[moonknixght]

Fooling Steven Grant HCs [afab reader]

CRAZY CONCEPT but just hear me out wc: 760

⋆ The whole thing started the night Steven came over after an extra shift-- to see you peeling off a transparent mask that stuck to your skin. Naturally, It didn't look like a face mask, but instead more like an actual layer of skin.

⋆ Obviously Steven isn't dumb enough to think that it's actually your skin…

"Does this brand of mask hurt when you're removing it?"

Unless….

⋆ ..Unless you've seen countless trends of people playfully gaslighting their boyfriends about 'shedding' after periods. And obviously, this was too good of an opportunity to give up.

⋆ "What mask?"

"Th-? The one you're taking off right now, love."

"Steven… that's not a mask.."

"Wh-"

"It's skin! I'm doing my monthly shedding."

⋆ Oh the confusion in his face was palpable. At first it was like, 'You're joking, right?' kind of bewilderment, denoted by the dopey smile on his face while his brows knitted in confusion.

⋆ but that declined into actual confusion and surprise when he noticed your expressions didn't have any sign of goofing off. Only you were aware of the struggle of holding it together.

⋆ "Girls don't.. shed.. do they?"

"They do, Steven."

⋆ You could almost feel bad for him. But your reassurance kinda made him back off for a bit and retreat back into the bedroom. You were disappointed that he didn't have a crazy reaction.

⋆ But boy were you in for a treat when you came back to the bedroom. Of course, Steven, was obsessively scrolling through his phone, eyes concentrated on the headlines but as soon as he noticed you step in..

⋆ "Doesn't say anythin’ about shedding, does it? No."

He sooo proudly showed off the phone screen to you, but you already saw this coming. You knew Steven like the back of your hand, of course he was going to try sass you.

⋆ "Yeah.. that's because it's a secret. We don't really say it to all men. Because of like.. the salem witch trials. Imagine if everyone found out that women can shed skin like a snake."

⋆ He was going to call it ridiculous, but you somehow made sense, in a very, very odd way. But That didn't mean he was completely going to trust you on this yet, even if he loved you to the end of the world.

⋆ "But what about the men that know? Like.. me."

⋆ "Think about it Steven, I wouldn't be making this so obvious if I didn't trust you enough to hold this huge secret." (that was the first truth in a bed of lies, you did trust Steven with alot of things)

⋆ The best part was that you can see his brain short-circuiting. Steven is one of the most smartest people you know, so seeing such moments is very very special

⋆ Now the thing is, practically, he has small social circle, Which means the people he can ask this to is also minute. Obviously he cant ask this to Donna!

⋆ He's tried Marc but Marc is kinda gullible, the moment he broke this to him, Marc believed it because it wouldn't make sense why you'd lie?

⋆ Surely Jake can help! He's been involved with many women before, right? That's what he claimed. Anyways, Jake admits that it's true. Because god forbid Jake loses a chance to fuck with Steven

⋆ Layla came around the other day, and his mistake was asking her right infront of you. All you had to do was to show Layla the 'look' behind Steven's back, and she caught on easily

⋆ "You told him?" Layla said, just as Steven noticed that she was looking at you

⋆ but that was the nail in the coffin; Steven actually believed that women shed their skin

⋆ It was a quiet month after that incident, that even you forgot about it; until you got your period again and by the end of the week, he actually showed up with moisturizers and sweets because "It looked like it hurt to peel a layer of yourself off" :(

⋆ Steven, your sweet summer child, had bought you care products because he actually believed what you said

⋆ Obviously after that, you let him in on the actual secret that it was just a transparent mask sheet and his immediate reaction was rejoicing that he was right

"I wasn't going crazy then!! Women don't shed!!"

⋆ The absurdity of that sentence was just amazing, that you couldn't help but laugh and subsequently, it makes him laugh too

⋆ Ending the night (and this horrendous lie) by sharing the chocolate Steven bought and talking about it together is most definitely a welcome conclusion <33

[reocidal]

photographer suna — marriage proposals!

for @akaakeis <3 sav i'm so sorry for terrifying u in dms. u probably don't need any tissues. ily, thanks for being my inspiration for like, the third time this week. :)

cws — gn!reader, crying. sobbing. crying. fluff, ew. not proofread, its 3am. wc — 748

ever since you and your boyfriend started dating, you've modeled in so many things for him and his beloved cameras.

not only photos he posts, though. there are pictures of you with smudged makeup, and pictures of you drooling onto his chest as you sleep, and blurry ones of you smiling and laughing and just being... you.

and you don't really notice any differences this time. well yeah, maybe he's a little bit more excited than usual, and it must be more important because he's doing it in a venue instead of his studio.

you're wearing fairly casual clothes, nothing too fancy, but you look good. not that you don't look good in anything else, rin is quick to assure you. he's exceedingly careful today, and also... stricter than usual?

"smile, y/n."

you flash your prettiest smile at the camera, but he shakes his head. "try again?"

you obey, but he sighs, almost exaggeratedly. "this isn't working, y/n. it's not genuine enough."

he doesn't give you time to react as he continues. "i have a solution, though."

he presses something on the camera — are his hands shaking? — before putting it down on a side table and turning to you. "y/n, i love you."

you giggle. "i love you too, rin, but is that all?"

you're joking, but he shakes his head. "nah, there's more. you are my best friend, the love of my life, and everything i could ever want in a person."

you're definitely smiling now; he doesn't seem to notice. "these past few years with you have been the best time of my life. y/n, i adore you. we've been together for four years of my life, and i want to spend the next four with you too. and the four after that, and the rest of my life, so will you marry me?"

and he's getting down on his knees and pulling a box from his pocket, and your vision turns blurry as you nod frantically. "yes!"

at some point, you get down to his level, and he slides the ring clumsily onto your finger before his hands come up to cup your face, thumbs shakily wiping away your tears. it's not like he's faring any better, though, because he's crying as hard as you are — if not harder. your hands find his face before he kisses you, and the two of you fall back so he's sitting on the ground, you between his legs.

"i love you," you gasp through your sobs, and he smiles stupidly at you through his own tears.

"i love you too, you don't even know—"

"i do, i do," you whisper before he kisses you again, and then he pulls back, a dumb laugh escaping his throat.

"god, we look so stupid right now— i mean, you don't, i do, oh my god, the camera—"

"what about it?" you ask. you've both stopped crying, and he leans back to let you dig through his pocket for a tissue that you use to gingerly dab at your face before you turn on him.

"it— stop that, i look fine, it recorded everything, oh my god, y/n, stop—" he tries — in vain — to dodge your accursed tissue, bright red hues spreading across his cheeks as you laugh at him.

"bet you didn't expect to cry," you tease, poking his warm but damp cheek. "you love me sooo much, you just had to!"

"yeah," he says, and it comes out softer than either of you expected. "i do."

"you better say the same thing at our wedding!"

our wedding. ours. his heart skips a beat.

"i will, damn."

the ring on your finger feels both foreign and familiar, you note as rintarou gets up to collect his things. it's gotten colder since the two of you arrived here, and you shiver. rin gives you his jacket to wear as the two of you head to the car; he zips it right up to the collar before using it as leverage to pull you in and kiss you again.

"better get to planning the wedding, hmm? can't wait to have you forever," he murmurs, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"you already have me, forever," you tell him, and once more, you reduce the blank-faced, 6'3" photographer into a stammering, blushing mess. he says nothing, but you feel him squeeze your hand as he looks away, trying to hide his flushed face.

"shut up before i kiss you again."

thank u for reading ! <3 likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated. i almost cried writing this, too much fluff might throw up. also, i appear to have a medical condition where i can only write about suna and no one else. there'll probably be a part 3 for the wedding, btw.. no promises

[teddybeartoji]

lays down and kicks my feet, tell me some thoughts you have about satoru, draws circles on your blog with my finger

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JAZZ HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII:3333333333 IT'S SO GOOD TO SEE YOU HEREE HEHEHEHHEEE i have a bunch of smaller headcanons for him i hope that's what you were looking for!!!!!!!!

HE DROOLS WHEN HE SLEEPS!!!!!!!! like actually drools. he also snores but the snoring is so fucking cute??????????? i hate him why is everything he does always so perfect?????????? bro can't even fucking drool and snore in a bad way smhhhhhhhhh

HE LOVES WATCHING YOU DO "HARD WORK"!!!!!!!!! and by "hard work" i mean shit like carrying around heavy things and idk putting together furniture or smth lmao. it most definitely turns him on too.......... there's just smth abt your dirty clothes and your sweat and your concentrated face and he loooooves when you tell him that you don't want his help!!! he always offers bc he's a Gentleman like that even though he knows you don't necessarily need it. but the way you just go "no-no, i got it." gets him going!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he wants youu!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's bringing you drinks like he's a proper malewife and then proceeds to just admire you while you work lmao.

HE LOVES CALLING YOU!!!!!!!!! calls you over the smallest things. he just wants to talk to you and he wants to hear your voice!!!!!! some of the calls are literally just minute long (and that's only bc he spends 30seconds on saying that he loves you), while some calls are hours long. oh and he absolutely adores if you do the same. he wants you to call and send voice messages!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOSES HIS SOCKS ALL THE TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and he steals yours btw. he's constantly going "baaaaaaaabee! have you seen my sock?!" while the said sock is literally sitting on the chair right next to him SMHHH ok but when you show it to him he just turns to you with a dopey smile and gives you a sloppy, haste little kiss, mumbling how he doesn't know what he'd do without you............... i wanna marry him jazz i wanna marry him

LOVES KISSING YOUR TUMMYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he's always smiling while doing it too. you could just be lazing on the couch, scrolling on the phone and he's crawling on top of you. he pushes up your shirt just so he can see and feel your skin before pressing light, gentle kisses on you. if you peek at him from under your phone, you'd just find him staring back at you with sparkling eyes.

HE DOESN'T LIKE TEA???????? idk this just feels right okay... don't judge me i am an avid tea drinker so i am upset abt this too. no matter how much honey or sugar you put on it, he's always scrunching his nose at the taste. he is willing to try different ones just for you but i really feel like he's not a fan of any of the flavours. (FLAVOUR???? TEA FLAVOUR???? idk english is weird ok)

(he knows exactly how you like yours though. suguru has taught him how to make good tea, so satoru relishes in making you smile whenever he surprises you with a cup!!!! he knows when you want it too; he's a bit of a mind reader honestly. you sit down on the couch and he's already marching into the kitchen with a mission. it's his love language<33)

SHOWERS EVERY MORNING!!!!!!!!!! i think he loves showering. just overall. it gives him so much energy and it makes him feel so good, so fresh - it's the best way to start his day!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also sings in the shower. or more like yells in the shower. a lot. he's dumb and i love him. and then he always steps out of the bathroom with wet hair and just like a pair of pyjama pants on and he smells so fucking good aaaand it makes you wanna get him all dirty again!!!!! i said what i said.

(he sometimes just leans on the doorframe as he's brushing his teeth and just grins at you knowing full well that you wanna EAT HIMMM)

OKE I THINK I'M GONNA STOP HERE BEFORE I FULLY LOSE IT!!!!!!! BUT WAHHH I LOVE TALKING ABT HIM SOOO SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR DROPPING BY AND THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME JAZZ<333333333333333 I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING AN AMAZING DAY MY LOVEE MWAH MWAH MWAHMWAH!!!!!

[stylesonfilms]

ink & innocence - 10

word count: 5.4k

sorry for the late update! sooo busy today!!

Isobel followed Aspen around the library while she pushed the cart. "I don't understand. So, he asked you to hang out, but then he posted a picture with Kirsten?" 

Aspen sighed. "He left me on read after I told him I'd be out with Shawn, and then Kirsten posted a photo of them together last night." Her voice was soft, wavering slightly. Aspen skimmed the bookshelf as they came to a halt and slotted one of the books from the cart onto the shelf. Isobel only scoffed, following behind her friend. 

It was normal for Isobel to come pester Aspen at work whenever their schedules aligned. It was a day where Zayn had back to back clients and Isobel was off, and she wanted to lend a comforting shoulder to her friend. The girl grabbed Aspens phone from her back pocket, connected to her ear buds, and unlocked it. Aspen didn't mind, she always welcomed Isobel to snoop through her phone. When her song stopped and changed, she huffed slightly. 'Cool' by Gracie Abrams played through her headphones, one tucked into her ear and the other draping on the inside of her shirt so she could hear Isobel. 

The squeaky wheels on the cart filled the air before Isobel opened her mouth to speak again. "Maybe he thought you were going out with another dude, so he got jealous." 

Aspen let her hands rest on the cart handle, one eyebrow raising at Isobel's ridiculous conclusion. "Jealous? Harry? Come on," she muttered, though the flush on her cheeks betrayed her casual tone. "I don't think he really cares that much."

"Fool, I'm a fool if the shoe fits,

You probably met up with Cass and said the same shit."

Isobel scoffed, shoving Aspen's phone back into her pocket and crossing her arms as she leaned against the bookshelf. "Are you serious? Did you see that picture? The man had his arm around her and a drink in his hand. That's textbook 'I'm pretending not to care but I totally care.'"

Aspen shook her head, pushing the cart a little farther down the aisle as she mumbled, "Or maybe he was just having fun with Kirsten because he actually likes her."

Isobel groaned, practically jogging after her friend, her voice laced with disbelief. "Oh my god, you're so dense sometimes, I swear. Harry doesn't like Kirsten. Not like that. Everyone knows that."

Aspen blinked, her brow furrowing slightly as she placed another book onto the shelf. "Well, I didn't know that," she replied quietly.

Isobel tilted her head, watching her friend's face carefully. Aspen was trying her hardest to look unbothered, but her lips were pressed into a tight line, and there was a distinct heaviness to her movements. She was upset—really upset.

"Okay, fine. Let's say he does like Kirsten," Isobel said, her tone almost conspiratorial as she leaned in closer. "Then why did he text you asking to hang out before posting that picture? Huh?"

Aspen's hands stilled on the cart. She hated how much sense that made, and she hated even more that her stomach fluttered at the thought. She tried to dismiss it with a shrug. "I don't know... Maybe I was just Plan B," she murmured, trying to sound nonchalant.

Isobel gasped dramatically, clutching her chest like Aspen had just slapped her. "You are not a Plan B, Aspen! I swear, if Harry actually thinks—"

"Shh!" Aspen hissed, her face going bright red as she glanced down the aisle to make sure no one was around. "Can we not shout about my personal life in the middle of the library?"

Isobel grinned mischievously, though she lowered her voice to a loud whisper. "Fine. But listen to me—Harry's jealous. I know it. Boys are dumb like that. You say you're busy, and suddenly they've gotta prove they're just as busy and cool and... I don't know, over it or whatever."

Aspen didn't respond, instead busying herself with rearranging a row of perfectly aligned books. Isobel narrowed her eyes, determined to get a reaction out of her friend. "You know I'm right. That picture was all for show. I bet you anything Harry was just—"

"Can we stop talking about it?" Aspen interrupted sharply, her voice breaking just slightly. Her hands gripped the edge of the cart tightly as she turned away. "It doesn't matter, okay? He can do whatever he wants. It's not like..." She paused, inhaling sharply before shaking her head. "It's not like we're anything."

"I'm not pretending in the way you are, You run your hands through your hair, phony superstar, Then say you miss me, you're sad, yeah, I bet you are."

Isobel softened, the teasing edge to her voice disappearing as she walked around to face Aspen. "Hey," she said gently. "Just because you're not together doesn't mean you can't be upset. You like him, don't you?"

Aspen swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on the wheels of the cart as she mumbled, "I don't know." But they both knew that wasn't true. The heat in her chest, the sting behind her eyes when she'd seen that picture—it all said otherwise.

"You do," Isobel said softly, nudging Aspen's arm with her elbow. "And it's okay. Just... don't let him mess with your head, alright? He's probably just being dumb and jealous, and he'll get over it."

Aspen let out a shaky breath, nodding faintly. "Yeah. Okay." But the truth was, Harry had messed with her head. The moment she saw Kirsten's photo, it felt like something had cracked deep inside her—a tiny, fragile hope she hadn't even realized she'd been holding onto.

And the worst part? She didn't even have a right to feel this way. She was the one who'd turned him down. She'd been honest—she had plans with Shawn, plans that were innocent and completely platonic. And yet, the thought of Harry with Kirsten—his arm slung around her, his face too close to hers—made her stomach twist uncomfortably.

Her fingers curled tightly around the edge of the cart as a million thoughts swirled through her head. Was he trying to prove something? Did he even care? Did I mess everything up?

"Harry does not get jealous," She muttered to Isobel, plopping an encyclopedia in her hands to put back on the shelf. "He doesn't look like the type to, anyway. It would be very surprising." 

Aspen could definitely be jealous, she was quick to realize. Although it was a foreign feeling to her, especially around boys, the knot in her stomach never left. She never got jealous over boys, just her older sister getting a new car (even though Aspen was nine), or her middle school best friend being able to get blue highlights. Those kinds of things. 

Isobel shrugged and pulled more books off the cart to help Aspen file back. "And what about you? How do you feel?" It was a loaded question, one Aspen wasn't sure she had the answer to. With a reluctant sigh, she answered. "I'm... okay. It's fine, really. It's not like we were a thing." A little shrug graced her shoulders while the music continued to play.

Isobel hooked her arm with Aspens and continued to shuffle around the library with her. The blonde hair girl didn't want to push the narrative any further, she didn't want Aspen to dwell on it too much.

"No, I'll be fine, I'll just look for the silver lining, Stay out of sight, Half my mind, you're still occupying."

The last of the books were slotted back into place with practiced ease, Aspen handing her phone off to Isobel while she climbed the narrow ladder to reach the sixth shelf. The rickety metal creaked under her weight, but she barely noticed as she balanced a small stack of books in one hand. From below, Isobel busied herself scrolling through Aspen's phone, clicking around her playlists and scrolling through unread notifications.

It wasn't until Isobel let out a sharp gasp—one that echoed a little too loudly through the quiet library—that Aspen froze mid-movement.

"What?" Aspen asked, distracted as she leaned precariously over to the left to make room for the last book.

"It's... Harry," Isobel breathed, her voice a mix of intrigue and drama.

Aspen snapped her head around so quickly she nearly lost her balance. Her heart lodged in her throat as she scurried back down the ladder, the books in her arms practically tumbling as she thrust them into Isobel's hands without ceremony. "W-what? What about Harry?" she muttered, already reaching for her phone. Her voice cracked slightly, betraying how much her pulse had picked up.

Isobel handed over the phone with a teasing smirk, stepping back as Aspen's hands fumbled to unlock the screen. The message notification stared back at her, simple and unassuming, but her stomach flipped.

Harry ⭐: Hello.

Aspen's fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long beat, her brain short-circuiting as she tried to figure out what to say. What did hello even mean? Was he just being polite? Did he want to talk? She could feel Isobel practically breathing down her neck, waiting for her to type something.

Finally, Aspen tapped out a simple 'hi,' her thumb hesitating just a second before pressing send.

Almost immediately, Harry's name appeared again.

Harry ⭐: How was lunch with your friend?

Her eyes flickered up to meet Isobel's, wide and panicked. "What do I say?" Aspen whispered in a rushed breath, clutching the phone tightly.

Isobel, however, looked thoroughly unimpressed. She waved Aspen's concerns away, reaching for the phone. "Give it here," she said, already peering at the screen.

"No—wait—Isobel!" Aspen yelped, her voice a frantic hush as she relinquished the device. She watched helplessly as Isobel's fingers flew across the keyboard, her brows furrowed in concentration. The wheels of the book cart squeaked softly in the background as Aspen fidgeted nervously.

A beat later, Isobel hit send and handed the phone back triumphantly.

Aspen: it went good. how was your night with kirsten?

Aspen froze, her eyes widening in horror as she stared at the message. "Isobel! You can't ask that!" she hissed, her voice low but sharp as she smacked Isobel's arm in protest. She looked around quickly, her cheeks burning as she noticed a few patrons glancing their way. "I'm working," she muttered, forcing a polite, apologetic smile toward a man browsing nearby.

Isobel shrugged unapologetically, clearly pleased with herself. "What? It's a fair question. You saw that picture, Aspen. Don't pretend you don't want to know."

Aspen groaned, slumping against the cart with a defeated sigh. She wanted to argue—wanted to say she didn't care about Harry's night with Kirsten—but the truth sat bitter on her tongue. She did care, and she hated that she did.. 

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Meanwhile, miles away at the tattoo shop, Harry stared blankly at the message on his screen, a sinking weight settling in his chest.

"How was your night with Kirsten?"

Shit.

Harry blew out a slow breath, setting his phone down for a moment as he ran both hands through his unruly curls. He tilted his head back, his eyes drifting to the ceiling as guilt gnawed at him from the inside out. She'd seen the picture. Of course, she had. It was stupid to think she wouldn't— Kirsten had a knack for drawing attention online.

"Everything alright over there, mate?"

Zayn's voice pulled him from his thoughts, and Harry turned slightly, waving off the question with a grunt. "Yeah, yeah. Fine," he muttered.

Zayn didn't look convinced, but with a client in the chair, he didn't press. Harry's gaze flickered back to his phone, the little read receipt glaring back at him. What the hell do I say to that?

He picked the phone back up, his thumb hovering over the keyboard as he typed and erased the same words three times over. He could play it off, say Kirsten just stopped by, that it wasn't a big deal. But it was. At least, it felt like it was.

Finally, he typed out something else entirely.

Harry: Can you come over? We should talk.

He hesitated only a second before hitting send, his heart thudding dully against his ribs as he stared at the screen, waiting. The little bubble that indicated Aspen had seen the message popped up almost immediately, and Harry swore he stopped breathing.

But then there was nothing. Just silence.

He groaned, pushing his phone away like it might burn him. "Brilliant," he muttered under his breath, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. The distant buzz of the tattoo machines did little to distract him as seconds dragged into minutes.

Finally— finally— his phone buzzed against the table, and Harry snatched it up so quickly he nearly dropped it.

Aspen: i get off at 6. does that work for you?

Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his shoulders sagging with relief. His fingers moved quickly to type out a response.

Harry: Yeah, that works. I'll be home.

He shoved the phone into his back pocket, still feeling like he'd just narrowly escaped something worse. Running a hand down his face, Harry grumbled to himself before pushing off the chair. He still had hours to kill and a final client at four, but his focus was shot.

"Oi, Niall," he called, pointing vaguely toward the back. "Tell Zayn I'm leaving right after my last one. Close up without me."

Niall, who was halfway through his sandwich, looked up and snorted. "What, got a hot date?"

Harry shot him a glare as he turned toward his station. "Something like that," he muttered under his breath.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

5:57 PM.

Harry nudged the apartment door shut with his foot, the soft click of the latch echoing in the quiet space. Tossing his keys onto the kitchen counter, they landed with a metallic clink, the sound bouncing off the minimalist surfaces of his small but comfortable apartment. He shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door before ruffling a hand through his hair.

From the corner of his eye, Jasper stirred on the windowsill, the black cat arching his back in a long, lazy stretch. A soft meow followed, raspy from sleep, as the cat padded toward him with tail high and expectant.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Harry muttered, crouching down to open the plastic bin tucked into the corner of the kitchen. Scooping out a generous helping of dry food, he tipped it into Jasper's ceramic bowl, the familiar clatter of kibble drawing the cat's attention immediately. Jasper purred his approval, rubbing his head against Harry's hand in thanks.

Harry let his fingers linger in Jasper's fur for a moment, scratching behind his ears and along the top of his head. The warmth of the small, steady creature was grounding, something simple in the midst of his increasingly complicated thoughts. Standing to his full height, he ran a hand down his face, already feeling the tension creeping into his shoulders.

The apartment, at least, was spotless—a rare occurrence that Harry felt oddly grateful for now. After Kirsten had left the night before, he'd thrown himself into a cleaning frenzy, desperate to rid the space of whatever lingering presence she'd left behind. He'd changed his sheets without hesitation, tossed the empty bottles in the recycling, and even went as far as to throw away the cup Kirsten had used, as if that would erase the memory of her lipstick-stained smirk.

He'd flipped the couch cushions for good measure, meticulously straightened the pillows, and scrubbed the kitchen counters twice. By the time he realized there was nothing else left to clean, two hours had passed, and he was left feeling hollow and restless. A long shower hadn't helped much, but at least it wore him out enough to get a few hours of sleep.

Now, standing in the quiet calm of his space, he felt a flicker of relief. The place was clean, orderly, and ready—though for what, exactly, he wasn't sure. His stomach churned with anticipation, nerves twisting in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time.

It wasn't until the soft tap-tap-tap of three little knocks broke the silence at 6:15 that he realized he'd been staring at the same spot on the counter for far too long.

His breath hitched, heart picking up speed as he turned toward the door.

When Harry finally opened the door, Aspen was standing there, looking as small and hesitant as he felt. Her tote bag hung loosely over her shoulder, her hair falling around her face like a curtain. She gave him a soft, nervous smile, and he felt something inside him tighten— an ache he didn’t know how to name.

“Hey,” he said, his voice hoarse.

“Hi,” Aspen murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She shifted on her feet, her eyes darting to the floor.

“Come in,” Harry said quickly, stepping aside. His heart pounded in his chest, and he cursed himself for feeling so unsure, so unsteady. Aspen walked in, her movements careful and deliberate, like she didn’t want to disturb anything.

He shut the door behind her and took a deep breath. “D'you want some water? Or, uh, anything else?”

“Water’s fine, thanks,” she said, her voice quiet but polite.

Harry nodded and made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. His hands were shaking slightly, the glass clinking against the counter as he set it down to steady himself. Get a grip, he thought, running a hand through his hair.

When he returned to the living room, Aspen was sitting on the edge of the couch, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She took the glass from him with a small “thank you” and sipped it carefully, her eyes flickering up to meet his for only a moment before darting away.

Harry sat down next to her, keeping some space between them, though the tension in the air made it feel like they were closer than they actually were. He clasped his hands together, staring down at them as the silence stretched.

“I… I wanted to talk to you about last night,” he began, his voice tight.

Aspen glanced at him, her brows knitting together. “Okay,” she said softly, her tone cautious but curious. She hoped the sound of her heartbeat in her ears would quiet down in time to listen to what he had to say.

Harry took a deep breath, the words sticking in his throat. He wanted to tell her everything, but the fear was suffocating. What if she hated him? What if he scared her off completely?

“I… I screwed up,” he said finally, his voice breaking slightly. He looked over at her, his green eyes raw and vulnerable. “I saw your text 'bout lunch with him, and I—” He stopped, shaking his head. He wasn't even sure who 'him' was. “I got jealous. I didn’t know how t'deal with it, so I didn’t. And instead of dealing with it, I tried to distract m'self. Kirsten showed up, and I let things go further than they should’ve. But I swear, nothing happened. Nothing real, anyway. And," he took a deep breath, "I’m sorry.”

Aspen’s fingers tightened around the glass in her hands, her lips pressing into a thin line. She appreciated his honesty more than she could express. Something about the glint in his eyes let her know he was being fully honest. “Why were you jealous?” she asked quietly, her voice steady but fragile.

Harry’s jaw tightened, his heart hammering in his chest. “Because…” He hesitated, swallowing hard. “B'cause I like you, Aspen. And it scares the hell out 'f me.”

Her eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. “What?”

“I don’t do this,” Harry admitted, his voice wavering. His teeth caught his lip ring again before he sighed. “I don’t let myself feel things f'people. It’s easier that way. Safer. But then you came along, and now I’m all messed up. I don’t know how t'act around you. I don’t know how t'stop thinking about you. And last night, when I thought you were spending time with another guy…” He broke off, running a hand through his hair again. “I got angry. Not at you— but at myself. Because I didn’t know how t'handle it.”

Aspen stared at him, her own emotions swirling in her chest. Her eyes followed the tug of his lip ring before her eyes darted back up to his. She felt exposed, like her own carefully constructed walls were being stripped away. “I wasn’t on a date,” she said softly.

Harry’s head snapped up, his eyes locking onto hers. “What?”

“Shawn’s in my major,” Aspen explained, putting a name to who Harry was worried about, her voice shaky. “He was helping me figure out my class schedule for next semester. After lunch, I went straight to work. That’s all it was. I.. I promise you.”

Harry let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding, his shoulders sagging. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, dragging his hands down his face. “I’m such an idiot.”

Aspen hesitated before speaking again, her voice trembling but firm. “Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“Because I didn’t know how,” Harry admitted, his voice breaking. “I’m not used t'this, Aspen. I’m not used to caring about someone like this. It’s new, and i’s scary, and I didn’t want t'screw it up. But I did anyway.”

Aspen felt her heart ache at his words. She could see the fear in his eyes, the vulnerability he was trying so hard to hide. “I’m scared too,” she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t… I don’t let people in easily. But I don’t want to push you away either. And you didn't screw it up. I still...," she mumbled off, her eyes still shy.

Harry looked at her, his chest tightening. “I don’t want to mess this up,” he said, his voice raw. “I don’t want to lose whatever this is. I’m still figuring this out, and I know it will take time but I don't want you off to the sidelines.”

Aspen nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips despite the tears welling in her eyes. Harry could tell she wasn't completely sure about what he meant, so with a newfound confidence and bravery, he reached for her hand. His warm palm rested on hers, his eyes checking with hers to make sure it was okay before he scooted a bit closer. 

Harry held her hands between his large ones, the girls small hands bundled between his. “I'm saying that I want this with you, Asp. I don't... I can't want to do it without you.” he said softly.

And in that moment, with their hands intertwined, it felt like they were finally on the same page. It wasn’t perfect, and it wouldn’t be easy, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough. 

Aspen nodded, her glassy eyes moving from their bundled hands to Harrys green ones. He was so honest and so open. Bringing the moon down to the Earth for him still wouldn't show how grateful she was. A shy laugh puffed through her lips. "I was so worried you didn't want anything real to do with me."

Harry brushed his lips against her hands that were balled up in his. "No, that couldn't be farther from the truth. I just," he sighed. "I know I made m'self out t'be a douche. I kissed you, twice, and I shouldn't have done what I did. I will never stop being sorry f'that, Aspen. But you, all of you, are what I want."

Hearing his words made Aspen's heart and stomach flip all around her body. She swore her heartbeat could be hear down the block. A flare of red shot up her neck and to her cheeks. She shyly looked away, feeling so seen under his gaze. Harry's hooked index finger came to rest under her chin and guide her gaze back to him. He felt so close, and so warm. 

"It was always you, since the party it was always you. Please tell me it was always me, too." With the softness Harry spoke at, you were sure to laugh in his face when he would tell you he's normally more intimidating. But something about Aspen flicked that switch off in the best way.

"Oh, Harry...," she whispered, her brown eyes softening into her doe like state. Her nimble fingers came to wrap around his wrist, her other hand still intertwined with his. "Of course. I... I was jealous, too. Because of that picture and still... I just wanted to be with you." It would've taken Aspen approximately ten hours to even muster up the courage to say something so open, but it came naturally with Harry. 

The warmth of her hand shot through Harry's flesh like fire. Like a spark was burning its way to blow the fuse. His green eyes traced over the soft curve of her nose and how it rounded at its tip, and her soft cupids bow. He let his eyes linger with no shame on her rosy lips. No lipgloss this time, yet they still looked soft as ever.

Slowly, the gap was closed. Harry tilted Aspen's chin up slightly and ducked the rest of the way to press his lips to hers. He gave her hand a small squeeze, slow with his actions. He wanted to make sure it was still okay for her, and when he felt her give in just the smallest bit and lean forward (her way of saying it was okay, though she didn't realize she did that), his lips slowly parted to fit hers. A content sigh escaped through their noses as their lips slotted. It wasn't rushed, but it wasn't like the other times as well. This kiss carried a certain promise to each other. With a little kick of bravery, she only made a small tilt of her head to deepen their kiss. Harry responded with another squeeze to her hand, his ring clad fingers now cupping her jaw to bring her further in. 

She couldn't deny the heat coursing through her face. Just as she got fully comfortable, Harry pulled back with a small laugh. "Y'can't forget t'breathe, baby." His thumb brushed along her bottom lip, taking note of the deep color they now possessed. She muttered a shy 'sorry', to which Harry smiled that lopsided smile to.

"'s it okay if we try something?," Harry asked, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. Aspen kept her eyes trained on his lips, especially that damn lip ring. It never got in their way, she thought, it always added to it, it seemed. 

"Y-yes," She nodded, just wanting him to kiss her again. Harry let out another small chuckle. It was starting to be her new favorite sound. "I haven't even told you yet, angel. But 'm flattered at your eagerness. Means 'm doing something right." The blush crept back to her face and she huffed in embarrassment, but unable to look away due to Harry's hand. It's not like she wanted to, anyways. 

"Nothing too over the top, I promise it'll feel good f'you, too. Okay? Jus' let me know if it's too much or if y'don't like it. It wont upset me, alright?" His green eyes scanned over her face, her pretty face, and the corners of his lips turned when she agreed with her little voice once again. "You'll feel my tongue here," He started with a slow mumble while his thumb grazed the girls bottom lip, "and when you do, open your mouth f'me, yeah? Jus' a bit." Harry's hand went back to cupping her jaw while his thumb brushed over Aspen's hand that he held in their lap.

After a slow second, which felt like lightyears to Aspen, his lips were back on hers. They slotted with ease now, no hesitations necessary. She always appreciated his kind gesture of waiting for her to approve, but god, she just wanted to kiss him and she was very glad he got the memo eventually. Harry tilted his head to the side, merely deepening their kiss. Aspen reminded herself to breathe and her hand squeezed his wrist gently-- reassuringly. Harry took that as his sign to part his lips, swiping his tongue along her bottom lip. He kissed her once more before her lips fell into a small part like Harrys. 

He smiled slightly against her mouth before brushing his tongue over her bottom lip again, testing the waters. He let her get used to the feeling by alternating between a soft kiss and a bit of his tongue. Aspen felt the foreign feeling of his warm tongue swirl against hers. But she came quick to realization that the feeling could never touch the word bad. Hell, it couldn't even touch the word good. She squeezed his tattooed wrist again, imitating the movements as best as she could as she felt his tongue do them. A groan of approval fell from Harry's mouth and straight into hers. 

Aspen wore the flash of red on her cheeks once more. She was shocked to have evoked such sound from Harry. As if it was possible, Aspen gave in more to Harry. Her lips worked against his with ease whenever he removed his tongue, only to have it prod back in after a kiss or two. It was her turn to let out a small whimper, but this time, the sound shot right down Harrys spine and... well, straight to his cock. He groaned slightly and pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their slick lips before it broke. The man swallowed around air as he looked down over her face. How her eyes fluttered open to reveal her doe eyes, her lips slick with their spit, and that beautiful red on her cheeks. A shaky inhale followed while his eyes landed back on her eyes. 

Oh, yeah. It was inevitable that he was doomed. 

In the best way possible.

Harrys hand slid down to the side of her neck, thumbing along the bare skin. She was so soft, so smooth. The warmth of his hand and the contrasting cool of Harry's rings made Aspen lean into his touch slightly.

"W-was I good?," she asked softly, a small squeak in her voice. Fuck. 

Harry nodded, parting his lips to speak but only a breathless chuckle came out. "Good doesn't even begin. Thank you f'trusting me with that, baby." 

Aspen gently squeezed at his wrist again, her lips turning into a shy smile. She was good, Harry thought she was good. Better than good. Her heart fluttered happily and she let out a content sigh.

Before either one of them could speak, Aspen's phone rang from the inside of her bag. "Sorry, let me--.," she squeaked out, fumbling over her own hands to reach inside the bag for her phone. Isobel. The girl swiped to answer the call.

"Hello? Asp? Are you there? Are you okay?"

"I, uh, hi! Yes, I-I'm okay," she took a breath, "I didn't check my phone, sorry."

Aspen swore she could feel Isobels squint at her breathless voice. 

"Okay..."

"Well, I'll let you know when I'm almost--."

"Oh my god. You didn't just lose your virginity to Harry Styles, did you?"

Aspen squeaked in shock, pulling the phone from her ear and fumbled to end the call. "Bye, Isobel!"

Harry only laughed at her antics, his brow perching. "Is everything alright?"

She nodded, huffing softly to herself as she tucked her phone back into her bag. "It was just Iz asking if I was still here."

Harry nodded, leaning back slightly, his hand propped casually on the couch between them. "Do you need to head home? Did y'walk here?"

Aspen’s head bobbed in a small nod before realization dawned on her. She had walked from the library. Which meant she didn’t have a way back home now that it was dark out. A quiet groan escaped her lips, more at herself than at the situation. “Is it okay if I call an Uber from here? It’s already dark, and I’d rather not—.”

Harry’s fingers brushed against hers, cutting her off. “You’re acting like I wouldn’t give y’a ride home, Asp.” His voice was steady but laced with a softness that made her heart flutter unexpectedly.

Her nose scrunched in an adorable mix of shyness and self-awareness. “Oh… right,” she murmured, a soft, nervous laugh slipping past her lips. The sound was light, yet it carried a weight of uncertainty she didn’t know how to shake.

Her brown eyes flickered up, peeking at Harry through the dark frame of her curled lashes. When their gazes locked, the moment felt suspended in time. His dark green eyes bore into hers with an intensity she wasn’t sure she could name, but it sent a shiver up her spine nonetheless.

Her pulse quickened when he leaned in slightly, the tension in the air thickening.

“But,” he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, rough and deliberate, “who said I was done kissing you?”

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can I request the Curtis brothers with a sister who likes to wear stuff not suitable for the 60s like stuff thats revealing and darry has to dress code her all the time and her packing clothes in her bag and changing at school and pony snitching

Summary: The Curtis brothers with a sister who likes to wear revealing clothes Warnings: none Author's Note: none PONYBOY CURTIS He genuinely doesn't care how you dress, as long as its not skirts and tops the size of a belt. If he does see you wearing that he's gonna be sooo upset, like tapping his foot, red in the face cartoon upset. He feels entitled to bossing you around. Ponyboy is literally a little snitch. LET ME TELL YOU. If Darry dress codes you and he sees you wearing that outfit out without Darry knowing, TRUST Darry will be knowing. He's an annoying little brother who will just blurt out things when he wants to. Going up to you at school saying "Darry wouldn't like you wearing that,". You'd always roll your eyes but you know Darry would give you another lecture when you'd get home because Pony ratted you out.

He isn't actually upset about the fact that you wear revealing stuff, he's just a little worried. The socs arent kind to people who dress differently and especially a greaser. He's trying to look out for you, but in the most annoying way possible. SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop doesn't mind you wearing what you want, he figures as long as you're happy that's ok. He'll warn you that Darry won't take too kindly to your outfit when you're getting ready in the morning but won't do anything about it. Sometimes he catches some dumb socs harrassing you and he makes sure that they never mess with you again, walking you home with his DX button-up over your shoulders.

You two don't really interact much about your clothes but he tries to bond over pointing out things and catalouges or shops that you might like. He'll always stick up for you, even if he doesn't agree with your outfit. He will NEVER let a soc pick on you or talk trash about you. He's always on your side. DARRY CURTIS

Darry is pretty conservative, in the sense that he's not super happy that his family is a greaser family and that he wished he could give you all a more luxurious life and keep you away from all the alchohol and fighting, and he tries to get his siblings to reflect that. He never wants to dress code you, he likes that you're comfortable wearing whatever the hell you want and he likes that you're happy. But in his mind he's trying his best to look out for you. He tries to buy you clothes that are a bit more modest, something that you could still like but also won't get you in trouble. He's genuinely so happy when he sees you wear them. He's not used to raising a girl, he's never been one, so he doesn't understand how to do a lot pertaining to you. But he's always trying his best and if you let him know that you see that he'll be forever grateful.

[ckret2]

Ya know, as someone who suffers from a physical disability myself who read your recent post, i'm sorta curious for more details on how both Scalene and Bill viewed their shared condition. Scalene in particular, by your post, seems to have had a weird combination of pride in it (how it made her exotic and all) but also, being ashamed of mentioning it and going out of her way to medically correct it in her own child...How would you describe her, and, for that matter, Bill's, feelings?

(For anyone arriving late, this is a follow up on this post here.)

You know how some disabilities end up with a public perception where they're adored for certain "positive" aspects but people still don't understand (and are ableist about) the less positive aspects? Like how depression is romantic when it's "brood romantically like a goth heroine" but gross when it's "can't get out of bed, shower, or meet social obligations"; autism is cute when it's "hand-flapping stimming and getting super interested in a topic" but annoying when it's "noisy stimming & body rocking, won't stop talking about a topic I'm not interested in, and poor social skills"; or the face of albinism is "supermodel with porcelain skin, snow white hair, and crystal blue eyes" and never "cross-eyed sunburned dude perpetually squinting in the sunlight"?

I imagine that her condition is like that, and that she zealously latched onto the positive perception of her condition and worked that for all it's worth; but she wants to be perfect, she wants to be admirable, she wants to be beloved, so the parts of her condition that aren't "popular" have to get hidden and dealt with privately as much as possible. The pageant stage is for showing off her curves; standing funny to try to relieve her side pain is for when people aren't watching.

It's okay to have a disability, but god forbid you look disabled.

Though I wouldn't characterize the medical treatment she got for Bill "going out of her way" to try to correct it. For the most part, things like braces & physical therapy weren't for aesthetics or public perception, but actual quality of life improvements. Without that early intervention, he'd be dealing with serious chronic pain & mobility issues before adulthood.

It's like how if you have significant scoliosis as a child, wearing a back brace during your puberty growing years helps protect you from getting such a crooked back as an adult that you need spinal surgery for the pain. Even if you have no negative feelings about having scoliosis, avoiding a major invasive surgery in 30 years is probably a sound medical decision.

... It just turned out with Bill that more benign issues got swept in with the actual problems.

For Bill's part, the condition is something he'd been led to believe as a child would be a much bigger problem in his life than it ended up being. For one thing, the way the condition presented in him made him a squishy baby, but not as flexible as his mom as an adult. (Though she also worked to increase her flexibility, against every single doctor's advice ever.) And for another, he got turned into an energy being more or less at peak health, after all his childhood medical interventions did their job and before his condition inevitably started to decline in adulthood; and when he doesn't age, doesn't change, doesn't even have a physical body, the condition doesn't progress. He got the best possible outcome, and he feels weird about it.

He'd never claim he's unhappy to not be dealing with chronic pain—that'd be a dumb thing to be unhappy about, and anyway Bill is sooo happy and mentally healthy and nothing ever bothers him ever!!!—but, unspoken, he has a strange sense of loss around it. Another thing missing from the life he "should" have had. Caught in a perpetual limbo where Health Problems™ are always looming 10-15 years in front of him, and have been looming 10-15 years in front of him for a trillion years.

[lovelykil]

PLEASE more killua relationship hcs (no nsfw) pookie😞

headcanons—

: ➛killua

hc; relationship hcs 💁🏾‍♀️

cw; none

note; ofc (´∀｀*)

matching bracelets !!!! outfits too !!!!!!

he likes choosing the outfits, he's very picky so just let him pick the fit 😭

the bracelets were your idea, he thought it was dumb but as soon as you bought him it he immediately put that thing on.

"I thought you said the bracelets were dumb?" you smile with a brow raise, slipping yours on.

"they are." he fixes his bracelet.

"yeah okay."

"shut up, this doesn't even match the outfit."

"okay take it of–"

"no."

killua isn't the.. I guess ideal boyfriend? LMAO?? like snuggly, cozy warm bf that does infact not have a hard time expressing his feelings.

this is his first relationship, so he doesn't know what to really do tbh, go easy on him.

there will be times when he'll probably hurt your feelings during an argument or just in general.

he doesn't mean to; it usually just slips out and he regrets it immediately when he sees your face change.

he usually teases you alot, but sometimes his not 'meant to be taken to heart' insults get to you, and you do INFACT do take them to heart 😣

he laughs but then realizes your eyes are looking red and glossy

"HUUH? ARE YOU CRYING?!"

"whaat? no.. maybe a.. bit."

"I was just playing! stop crying !.."

"really? seemed like you meant it.."

"NO, oh my god. I'm sorry jeez"

reassurance is a main factor being with him, he overthinks things, trapping himself in this metaphoric box and just ends up going dead silent. Doesn't speak a word till you convince him to speak.

we all know this boy CANNOT communicate so also be gentle with him, he's trying his best to verbally express his emotions.

he's a jealous boy

most arguments like the bad ones are caused by his jealously issues, he even begins to tear up mid argument because the thought of losing you to someone else makes his heart ache. He doesn't want to lose you like Gon, and Alluka you three hold a dearly large space in his heart he doesn't know what he would do if you just left him.

so calming him down and reassuring you would never do such a thing with a sincere voice and a swift grab of his face.

"kil there's no way I'm ever leaving you, someone could hand me a million dollars and I'd still object their proposal. Even if you were to leave me one day.. I'd still love you. Now stop worrying, you'll ruin that pretty face of yours I adore." you kiss him gently then pull away.

he pauses, letting your words relieve his stress and worries as he shyly blushes. but soon he stares at you, his playful blue eyes looking into yours "...so is my face all you like about me?". Your eyes roll, letting go of his face

"of course NOT."

"are you sure what if you just like me because of my looks? and not my personalityy?" he teases, a cat like grin tugging at his lips when he sees you're getting annoyed.

"werent you just crying like seconds ag-"

"NO SHUT UP"

anyway

his love language is quality time that and sharing his choco robots.

he's not big with affection but being in the same room as you whether you're watching a movie, coloring, or just sitting on the bed with your phone in complete silence together, means a lot to his tsundere self.

and also exploring the nature with you, or simply just grabbing a snack at the nearest gas station makes him content, as long as he's around you he's fine.

of course not all the time I mean he has his limits and he's sure you do too, loves his own space in a relationship.

I have this head canon where the main 4 go on road trips every so often in a van all together. Leorio driving, Kurapika in the passenger seat telling him where to go, Gon sitting on the left side of the car, you on the other side, and kil in the middle

you always lean over to tell gon something, pissing killua off and it will be the most dumbest things you say to him.

"gon did you see that bird?"

"ohh gon! oh wait I forgot."

I'm sooo glad I'm not in the middle, right gon?"

"gon"

"gon"

"gonnnnnnnnnnnnn"

"Y/N STOP LEANING OVER ME JUST TO SAY THE MOST STUPIDEST SHIT EVER" the albino finally breaks, looking over at you. A big red tic mark appears on his forehead.

"you know you're not supposed to curse when kurapika is around" you so innocently smile at him, just getting the teen even more worked up.

"fuck kurapika, when we get off I'm going to-"

"MONEY JARR, KILLUA CURSEDD!"

"gon BE QUIET"

sorry I got carried away 😔

you always join the road trips even though killua gets mad at you because of your annoying antics, but when the sun goes down.. the car is silent, gon is fast asleep, leorio and kurapika enjoying the peaceful silence finally, killua on his phone and you resting your head on his shoulder he feels at peace, suddenly forgetting your teasing behavior the past few hours, he looks over at you with a warm smile then turns off his phone to rest his own head on yours.

I feel like in the relationship he likes to be in charge, doesn't like to be submissive. He wants to protect you, and make sure your taken care of before he is.

hes like a guard dog, imitating to others if he's with you, but also such a cutie when he gets embarrassed because he got concerned for your wellbeing and you tease him about that saying,

"you do care about me!"

"yeah whatever, its not like it means I like you or anything."

"we're literally dating"

the way you can tell he loves you is when he says

"you're annoying."

"oh my god, you're so embarrassing.."

I hate you."

or very rare moments he just randomly says

"I love you." then walks away without a word while you're on your phone or doing something.

lets you play with his wild fluffy hair when you're bored.. after convincing him to let you. he huffs, as you braid his hair with a squeal.

if you ever sleep with stuff animals he's soo gonna make fun of you but that smirk fades fast when you don't want to cuddle with him, you would rather hold your plushie than him.

he gets so mad 😭

after what feels like forever you eventually give in to his apology for being an ass and turn over.

"okay but you gotta hold our kid, to make it up." you pass him the stuffed 'child'

"I'm not holding that." he stares at the plushie then you.

"well then we're not cuddling, end of story." you grab back the child. Killua closes his eyes to roll them in their sockets with a low sigh, he grabs the stuff and holds it to his chest.

"alright there, now come here."

"aww you look so cute holding our babyy" you gladly listened to him, shifting closer.

"you're so weird." once he has you in his grasp he smiles, closing his eyes with his made believe child resting between both of you.

omg he's definitely the type of boyfriend to randomly pull up at your window in the middle of the night, his blue eyes glowing in the darkness and slowly reveals himself with his arms crossed.

"you're supposed to be asleep, idiot."

"you're supposed to be at HOME?"

"I guess I missed you or whatever.."

[mimi-tada]

My thoughts/notes on yotd ch265! :D

There's not any analysis just my jumbled up thoughts on this chapter. Sorry.

-They're still in the chalice, this might be really dumb but doesn't this suggest that their power is limited, sure they brought yona to the heavens but only when she was in the chalice. They didn't even know where hiyruu was for like 2000 years so idk,especially how the warriors are going to get out.

-also it's still the dragon god who looks like jae ha who's with zeno, and the kija and shin ah look alike with yona I think. I don't know if the dragon gods are separate beings at this point or just an amalgamation

-also with how they address yona as the 'crimson dragon' and not her name just shows how out of touch they are because they don't even acknowledge that she's a human and I don't think they can even tell the difference between her and hiyruu.

-Idk how to properly articulate this but theres a theme of fate in the manga with the dragon warriors being blood bound to serve yona not out of there free will shown with how jae ha first reacted to yona. I feel like this chapter clears up this problem because even though they don't have the blood? I think? They still want to serve yona because of the relationships they built with her. Even the dragon god says that their feelings are because of their blood but they are still willing to protect her and their each other too. And how they were willing to fight a dragon god themselves, might show that they're going go against fate.

-Additionally I think I mentioned before about 264,that the dragons would face some kind of consequences for turning fully human like a version of the crimson dragon disease. While they didn't get the disease, they got seriously harmed(shin ah being blind now? And kija losing his arm) but that's not really a consequence for being fully human rather them just attacking the dragon god. So this has got me thinking, will they get more consequences when they turn human or when the dragon gods meant turning them human, they just mean to amputate their dragon limbs off???If that's what they're planning on doing, that's gonna be sooo cruel.

-But also if the dragon gods remove their blood from the warriors without that much of a fuss, can't the same be with hiryuu's descents since yona now is in heaven. So would that mean that the crimson dragon disease would be gone since its caused by the blood? So su won wouldn't be sick anymore. But I don't entirely trust the dragon gods to be true to their word.

-Also the sword and the shield message? I always thought that it was meant to symbolise a person as a sword and shield like su won and hak. But I think it literally means the objects because a few chapters earlier yona throws hiryuu's sword away when she doesn't want to fight zeno and then the recent volume's cover art is zeno holding it.

I wonder if it means that zeno will have significant role in taking down the dragon gods now that he has the 'sword'. I can't think of what the shield would be cus there aren't that any significant ones I can remember.

-Speaking of zeno, he really doesn't deserve all this and I get that the dragon gods are doing this to punish him for trying to attack yona but kija and shin ah literally tried to attack the dragon god and while the got seriously injured it's less bad compared to zeno's immortality. But even the dragon god didn't get angry at them and didn't treat it like a punishment, saying they can still live peacefully???? (Ignoring how the dragon god can think they can live peacefully without some of their limbs and yona) isn't weird the difference in how they treat someone trying to hurt them compared to someone trying to hurt yona? It makes me think that there was something different between the other dragon gods and hiyruu for them to treat her so different. Like I wonder what their dynamic is because it's obvious that hiyruu is centre in their relationship but it could be just 2000 yrs without him that is making them prioritise him more.

-I feel like the dragon gods literally can not do anything about zeno, because they can't kill him. I wonder if it has anything to do with the yellow dragon god not being present in the recent chapters. I kinda think that he's trapped inside of zeno or something along those lines.

-I just love how zeno is in this chapter, you can see his raw emotion in each panel. And you can tell he genuinely cares both the warriors when he's trying to make them stop attacking, he's more concerned with there safety now then his permanent immortality. And I feel like this speaks volumes.

And how he scolds the dragon god about yona not being a pet and to treat her like a human, he really doesn't care about the consequences anymore of speaking out ot a literal god and is only focused on the others' wellbeings way more than his.

-I really like how the development of the dragons was explored in this chapter tho. Jae ha for instance, his whole character is centered around the theme of freedom. But he's will to lose his leg and his life to protect yona and his brothers, it's such a big change from how he was in the beginning and really shows how he considers them a family.

-Also kija, he's to most interesting to me because he has had the most positive experience with being a dragon warrior compared to the others and has a strong faith in the dragon gods. And now he meets the dragon gods like this, I wonder how he's going to process this because on one hand he's mad at them because of what they have done to yona and the others warriors but then he has spent almost his entire life believing in them and essentially worshipping them.This has to hit hardest on him because I don't think he can get over years of faith just to find out they were evil, so it will be fun to explore later on.

Shin ah is so interesting here too, he's the first warrior to full on attack the dragon god to get yona back, I think this mirrors how he attacked su won too. Like he did it for yona, because she means so much to him. Like she gave him his name and made him able to be with hhb, I just really like their relationship. She basically means the world to him.

Also he was really calm after basically being blinded, I feel like that was more the reassure the others because zeno was definitely panicking. Tho I'm forgetting if the warriors are aware that zeno betrayed them, it would be interesting to see them react to that if they weren't.

This scene parallels the one where zeno talks about seeing abi's eyes one last time but here shin ah takes zeno's role. I feel like the warriors all parallel zeno some how in this chapter at one point, especially the last line when jae ha says he's was glad to appart of the dragons. I like to believe that because zeno has been an outsider for so long even with the og warriors so it's like someone finally gets him. And omg, its kinda repeating what has happened to zeno with the og warriors with yona gone/ hiyruu dead and shin ah going blind/abi wearing a blind fold :0 that's why zeno looked so traumatised,it getting rid of any hope he has, now that he know he can't get rid of his immortality.

-Imo the only people who can do something about the dragon gods is yona, zeno or su won with how the narrative is framed. Maybe that can act as the myth of the sword and the shield but I don't remember su won ever having a shield or maybe he's acting as the dragon king because 2 chapters ago he says 'this is my last duty as king' or something along those lines. And the myth makes it sound like the king and crimson dragon are 2 separate things so maybe there's some hope for him :D

Also what happened to yun??? I hope he gets do something significant too because it feels like all the chapters are focusing on the others but I don't even think he knows what has happened to them. So it'll be heartbreaking if he finds out.

Thanks for reading my brain dump! Ik it made no sense but yea (I'll grammar check this tomorrow so apologies)

[mychlapci]

Happy hypnotized wife Sunny gets even ditzier when his hubby gets him pregnant. He practically cries from the pleasure when they merge their shared spark, holding his own thighs up by his chest to help Sideswipe fuck him even deeper. The rush of transfluid past his internal sensors has Sunny squealing with ecstasy as it fills his gestational tank. But the pregnancy really melts his processor a little. He spends the whole carriage in a positive feedback loop that eats up whatever bandwidth constructing the sparkling’s processor doesn’t.

Thankfully, Sideswipe and the other mechs on base have plenty of patience with their poor, ditzy house-mommy. Sunny is all giggles and smiles as usual, but he craves spike like nothing else. His hubby is suuuuper smart and locks a plug in his pussy so Sunny doesn’t get tempted to ride anybody else for donations, but Sideswipe isn’t cruel either. Sunny’s allowed to suck as much spike as he needs to feel better until his hubby can take the time to flood his tanks with transfluid again. Which is thankfully lots and lots!

Sunny does his best cooking and cleaning, but it gets him so horny that he has to stop to ask someone to please pet his sweet little node until he squirts or to hump his array against the furniture. All the mechs looooove seeing him lift his skirts up so dainty and demure to beg for them to stroke his clit. Everybody’s so nice when he forgets what he was doing and always remind him to be a good wifey and finish their snacks or dinner. Sunny likes to handfeed those mechs their treats as a thank you, straddling one of their big, strong thighs to hump while he presses jellies to their mouths.

He can’t help stroking his pregnant belly as it grows, giggling when the baby kicks. It’s so shiny and pretty, the perfect look for a good wife. Being a mommy is the best. Sunny’s shows keep telling him how much he loves being pregnant and how good it feels to be a dumb, ditzy mech for his hubby. Sideswipe likes to fuck him from behind when he watches his shows, face pressed into Sunny’s back as he pinches his wife’s nozzles and strokes the swell of that belly. Sunny just moans and grinds back on that thick, perfect spike filling him with cum.

When his milk comes in, Sunny needs a little help remembering to pump it so that it doesn’t drip all over and go to waste. Keeping a schedule is much too hard for a pampered pregnant wife to handle—those sorts of chores are only appropriate when Sunny’s not carrying his hubby’s first sparkling! Thankfully everyone loves reminding him to sit down so they can hook the pumps up to his achy titties for him. Sunny loves looking in the mirror when he’s pumping energon for his mechs and his baby. As soon as he can keep a train of thought, he’s going to do a self-portrait for sure! But for now all he can do is stare at the gorgeous, soft, curvy mommy in the mirror. Legs spread to make room for his huge belly, yellow plating shining in the light as he strokes his bump. His strong, handsome hubby coming up behind him to kiss Sunny silly. The glow of the energon being pumped from his still-growing titties… It’s all picture perfect.

god, this got buried....

Sunstreaker gets even dumber once he gets pregnant... Ditzy little wife doesn't really have the processor capacity to remember anything other than how to be horny <3 But it's okay, all the other bots take care of him and his growing belly, pumping his titties and jerking his cute little node, since theyvre not allowed to cum into him without Sideswipe permission.

He's sooo happy. A heavy mamma with a beloved husband and a cute chunky baby on the way... what more could he possibly want?

[leeloooonfire]

Oblivious Steve starts calling himself 'bi' after learning Italian in community college, thinking it's short for bilingual.

No one dares to correct him.

He is a bit bewildered when he gets strange, sometimes even hostile, looks from others (what's even wrong with Italian?!), but doesn't really care. He loves the language, loves that he managed to learn it despite too many people in his life claiming he is dumb.

So he tells people, "I'm Steve, I'm from a small town from Indiana, I like sport, I'm a kindergarten teacher and I'm bi - I speak Italian!☺️"

It's not until Eddie seriously starts flirting with him. Steve receives tiny, earnest compliments, Eddie holds the door open for him wherever they go, brushes Steve's hair out of his face, always has spare batteries for his hearing-aids in his bags, gets Steve food.... (flirting?! "Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout it. Making love in the green grass. Behind the stadium with you. My brown-eyed boy" - that man start serenading Steve).

Its then and there that Robin breaks and tells Steve that he's used the word 'bi' wrong for the last 2 years.

And yeah, that's -honestly- kinda embarrassing, but it makes so much sense. The way people looked at him: girls losing interest in him or others congratulating him for being so 'open and brave' about being bi. He always thought it was a bit overdramatic of them congratulating him for speaking another language, but he, you know, just rolled with the punches?! It makes so much sense now, SOOO much!

"It's just," Robin is saying with an apologetic frown, "Eddie really likes you, and he thinks you are available - which is kinda unfair. You should tell him you're straight, lay it out on the table before the man seriously falls in love with you." (She is unaware that Eddie has already done that ... too late).

And somehow, Steve feels...

Lost? Dejected? Like a fraud? (Like he is the troyan horse in person, rolling himself into the lgbtq+ community under the disguise of being bi while actually just talking about mastering Italian?!).

Steve doesn't know how he feels.

Just that telling Eddie about him being straight or not bi feels like a lie.

And that he doesn't want to lose Eddie's attention, doesn't want him not to brush Steve's hair out of his face and doesn't want him not to compliment his eyes.

Steve likes Eddie singing Van Morrison "Brown Eyed Girl" to him.

And it's then that Steve realises that he actually wants to do all these things to Eddie too - compliment him, run his fingers through his hair, hold the car door open for him, share ice cream from the container with only one spoon.

It's then that Steve realises that he probably never lied when he said that he is bi. It's just that he never realised it before, never thought too much about the tickling sensation when Eddie pushes his feet against his calves during movie night or when they share a smoke and Steve can feel Eddie's spit against his lips.

With that realisation, Steve simply corrects his introduction, "I'm Steve. I'm from a small town from Indiana. I like sport. I'm a kindergarten teacher. I speak Italian, and Im bisexual."