#whoever's handling them has loads of fun

[french-unknown]

Hi I really love your writings I was wondering if I could requesting something with a reader with chronic pain/disability? I've been dealing with some really bad pain days and could use a little fluff. Maybe with mihawk, shanks, sanji, and zoro? I would really appreciate it ❤️

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍/𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒: mihawk, shanks, sanji, zoro 𝐂/𝐖: fluff, little hurt / comfort 𝐀/𝐍: Hi and thank you very much! I learned a little about chronic pain (and life with it) to offer a headcanons in which you can project yourself so I sincerely hope you will like it and it will comfort you! I also focused more on chronic pain rather than disability because the latter was much too broad. Good luck with your pain! 𝐖/𝐂: 850 +

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𝐌𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐊

✧ He considers you perfectly capable despite your chronic pain and in no case does he brood over you or seem saddened for you.

✧ He has complete confidence in you and your feelings about your body so he never questions it if you tell him that you are tired or that you are in too much pain. In the same vein, if you tell him you can handle it, he believes you. He's not going to be on your back asking you if you're sure you're capable of it before each action.

✧ He remains very understanding about your illness.

✧ He never makes you feel guilty for being too painful to do an activity or outing. He simply pushes them away without ever accusing you.

✧ Will call doctors regularly to monitor the progress of your pain because health is very important to him.

✧ However, he will let you cuddle him if it helps you feel comfortable and eases the pain. He will put down his sword and his hat before opening his arms in "Go ahead, but finish me off quickly before I change my mind" mode.

✧ Don't put up with you being discriminated against or made fun of by anyone because of this. He has the capabilities to win against pirates and the Marine, and he won't hesitate, so whoever does will taste the edge of his blade.

✧ Is still discreetly impressed and proud to see you manage your life with your pain.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒

✧ You will have to explain the concept to him because he does not know it.

✧ He tends at first to make jokes like: "Are you still in pain? Yeah, you just don't want to peel 10 kg of potatoes!" but really in good-natured mode and without a nasty ulterior motive. He's just teasing you like he always does.

✧ As soon as he understands that being in almost permanent pain also affects your mood and your management of emotions, he will make it his mission to cheer you up.

✧ He takes you to the four corners of the world with his crew to see wonder shine in your eyes and make you forget your state of health.

✧ He always makes jokes to make you smile when you're going through really shitty days.

✧ He doesn't think about it that much either.

He already asked you to help them weather storms. So, after spending hours running on the soaked deck with your heart beating wildly and holding on to the ropes that were going away or grabbing on to everything you could get your hands on so as not to finish in the water, he stood staring at you in surprise when you couldn't even move the next day.

✧ He even laughs about it.

𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

✧ He takes really great care of you!

✧ He is extremely attentive to signals of pain or even simply discomfort that you may make.

If you are slower than usual, he will approach you directly to keep you company. If you stay in bed longer in the morning, he will immediately come and bring you breakfast in bed. If you wince, he'll rush to your side to worry.

✧ However, he is sometimes too preoccupied. He is kind of invasive in these cases. He tends, for example, to take loads off your hands without asking your opinion to prevent you from getting tired or to overprotect you in the middle of a fight and in daily life.

✧ It's very cute at times but you're going to have to make him understand that you are an independent person and that he doesn't have to wrap you in bubble wrap or treat you like a child.

✧ He is the most adorable person in the world, when he sees that you are not well, because he tries his best to help you. He brings you sweets, hot water bottles, blankets or hugs to help you get through these difficult times.

✧ Above all, he is very sad that it fell on you but he is happy to be able to help you and support you. He's shamefully a little satisfied that he can be useful to you.

𝐙𝐎𝐑𝐎

✧ Don't understand the principle. He is used to pain from injuries he receives while fighting or training and pain has never stopped him from living his life. So he doesn't understand at first why you're so exhausted for "nothing" in his eyes.

He doesn't see why you sometimes can't even get out of bed.

✧ He even thinks at some point that you're just a little lazy. That you were just making excuses to stay in bed or that you were really being weak.

✧ He is quite harsh in his words like : "Why are you in pain? We've only been walking for ten minutes and what's more, you're slow!" or "Why are you tired? You spent your day in bed!"

✧ It has to be Chopper who explains the principle of chronic pain to him.

✧ He needs instructions on how to act when you need to rest or how this impacts your daily life. You have to explain and communicate a lot about the pain levels. You will also have to ask him to be less accusatory in his remarks.

✧ He will always have difficulty with the concept but he nevertheless understands that it is complicated for you so he sticks to the instructions.

✧ Finally, he enjoys taking a nap with you.

𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓: @iheartamora @bontensh0e @opchara @lys-ada @viscade @dozcan123 @kai-wifey

[stars-n-spice]

TCW Era Cross Doodles

Based on the headcanon that he has terrible taste in men (because he does)

ft. his stupid gay ass bangs 🙄

Can you tell that my art style is inconsistent and idk how to draw Crosshair?

Closeups, text, and headcanons under the cut

"I could make him worse." // 'He'd make a great wife.' <- about the worst man ever

"A white guy??? REALLY??"

he's going to have to learn the hard way about white guys

"Men ain't shit." *not 20 minutes ago* -> *Crying and listening to Mitski's "My Love Mine All Mine" *

"You're stupid. I like that in a man." - "Thanks??"

"Hear me out-" - "No."

"How do you feel about Crosshair's taste in men?" Hunter: Don't even. Wrecker: *has threatened to snap any guy's neck if they hurt Crosshair* Tech: I don't know why he thinks he's getting laid with that haircut. Echo: *having flashbacks to Fives' taste in men* ...

What the shirt says 🤷🏽

Okay so I think that tcw era Crosshair and before that was a little more reckless and willing to get with any guy who gave him the time and attention - hence him having bad taste because he'll have whoever wants him

Then probably went through a really bad breakup or had a really toxic partner and that kinda turned him off from developing relationships/feelings from that point on :/ he became a little more careful after that

But before that? Oh, you just got to praise and butter him up a little and he's all yours.

The stupider the man the better honestly. I don't blame him, I love himbos too.

But also I think he's incredibly attracted to guys who display loads of loyalty - guys who are really passionate, dedicated, and probably won't take shit from him - that's kinda his "ideal" man

Also anyone who can handle his Firepuncher if you know what i mean

But alas, he can't seem to find that man so in the meantime he's just going to have fun and entertain himself with whoever he can get his hands on

Also, also, doesn't help that his brothers criticize his taste and tell him "he's no good for you" because Crosshair, being Crosshair, will want said guy even more

Brothers tell him no? Oh, now he wants it even more.

He'll pull the homophobic card on them whenever they make comments about his relationship and they'll be like, "We're ALL queer, Crosshair."

He does go to Cody for advice because 1) he trusts Cody 2) Cody is the only one in a stable relationship that Crosshair knows of and 3) like hell is Crosshair going to ask someone like Hunter about relationship stuff

Okay but good luck to Crosshair's boyfriends because like,, your ass is not safe and you better treat Crosshair right or you're having four highly trained, specialized clones coming after your ass

And Crosshair is definitely also coming after his ass too but like,, after he recovers from eating icecream, crying, and listening to Mitski on repeat for a few hours

Feel free to add on!

[zipperrants]

I feel like it would give you all more funness if I gave incorrect quotes of everyone from my mcu dr sooooo

*Pietro and Peter are planning to break in somewhere* Pietro: We need to distract the guards. Peter: Right. Pietro: What are we gonna do? Peter: I'm gonna break their elbows while you poke their eyes. Pietro: Peter: Pietro: Deal.

Zipper, to Peter: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice. Peter: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada. Zipper: You just told me you're pregnant. Wanda: Congratulations Peter, you're glowing!

Loki: Raisins. It's nature's candy.

Zipper: I'm bored. Peter: Wanna commit first degree murder? Zipper: Sure! Zenna, hearing them: No- Stop, don't do that! Put that knife down! Put Wanda down!!

Sam: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Pietro way. Tony: Isn't that the wrong way? Sam: Yes, but it's faster.

Zipper: What did you two do? Loki: Zenna: Zipper: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the police again or not.

Steve: I’m not stupid, you know. Bucky: Well, you’re doing a really good impression of it!

Bucky: Alright Zipper, Loki. Let's go over this one more time. Bucky: If something breaks? Zipper: We try to fix it before Clint gets home. Bucky: If it doesn't work? Loki: We blame Zenna. Zenna: Seriously guys, what the hell?!

Steve:Zipper i am questioning your sanity

Zenna:I am not I have known their sanity has been gone from the start

Pietro: Is it just me or is instant ramen even better uncooked? Zenna: It’s just you.

Peter: Hey Wanda? Wanda: Yeah? Peter: What's your favorite color of the alphabet? True or false? Wanda: Wanda: ...What.

Zenna: Zipper, I rebuke thee! I rebuke thee! Zipper: Rebuke? Is that a word? Zenna: You have all invoked my fury! You will all pay recompense for your transgressions! Zipper: What, you got like a word-a-day calendar or something?

Zipper: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark* Zipper: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?" Associate: Well, I- Zipper: How about "You banged my mom?" Associate: No... Zipper: You know what, I'll just get a blank one. Zipper: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

Bucky: What is wrong with you? Zenna: Loaded question. Elaborate.

Peter: Dude, I will never forgive Craigslist for banning me after I wrote a post seeking a sworn nemesis. Whoever reported that is obviously my nemesis but I was so pissed.

[sodobabe]

Embarrassed (Dewdrop Ghoul) 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: This was written purely for my own enjoyment but I figured I would share it with the world. Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Sub Dew, Dom Aether, humiliation, cum desperation, loss of control, public sexual act, anal, fluffy Aether, Dew has soft feelings.

It is a known fact that ghouls are always horny while performing. After rituals, it is always a race of whoever can get to the bathroom the fastest to relieve their desire. Dew is the worst of them all. He gets so into the music and the friction of the guitar makes it worse. He’s usually pretty good at fighting the urge until this one fateful night.

The ritual began as the curtain dropped, Dew was hard even before he stepped on stage. Aether had been teasing him backstage and that resulted in the fire ghoul being hot and heavy as they took their spots before the crowd. Aether had told him if he was able to make it through the whole ritual without releasing his load in his pants, he would treat him to a fun night. Dew kept this thought at the front of his brain as he played through the setlist.

You got this. You are in control. Dew kept reassuring himself. There was one more song left in the set and Dew thought he would be able to power through. He was wrong. As he was shredding away during Square Hammer he felt his balls tighten. Fuck he was bout to cum right here in his pants in front of everybody. Dew wasn’t one to have a quiet orgasm either. His little body couldn’t handle the sensations all at once.

Toward the middle of the song, he lost it. His rhythm faltered, drawing Aether’s attention. He kept playing as he threw his head back and moaned into his balaclava at the sensation of the warm cum seeping through the fabric of his pants. For whatever reason, it wasn’t his usual amount of cum. It was ropes and ropes of the stick secretment coating his crotch and the back of his guitar.

Aether noticed what was happening and made his way over to the fire ghoul who was now embarrassed by what had just transpired.

“Awww, did my Dewdrop cum in his pants like a needy little slut,” Aether mumbled in Dew’s ear.

“I couldn’t help it. Feel like there’s more in there,” Dew moaned as the friction from his guitar made his cock rock hard again.

“Almost done, Dew. Meet me in the green room after final bow,” Aether instructed before making his way back over to his side of the stage.

Dew’s worst nightmare had come true. He lost control in front of thousands of fans and now was about to have to do the final bow with the stains of his cum evident to everybody in the first couple of rows.

The song ended and all of the ghouls and ghoulettes lined up with Copia for the bow. As soon as Dew came back up after the bow, he bolted for the green room, throwing shit along the way because he was angry and embarrassed with himself.

He flung the door open and threw himself down on the couch, head in his hands trying to collect his thoughts. As he calmed his breathing, Aether came in and closed the door.

“What happened, Dew? You couldn’t control your own dick on stage?” Aether mocked as he lifted Dew’s chin.

“Fuck you,” Dew spat, his anger still emanating.

”Is that what you were thinking about while your desperation got the best of you?” Aether whispered in Dew’s ear.

This made Dew’s dick even harder. He needed Aether and he needed him now.

“Aeth, please. I’ve already embarrassed myself once tonight. Please don’t make me beg for your cock to add to the humiliation,” Dew whimpered.

”Oh but that’s the fun part,” Aether said as he sat down next to the embarrassed ghoul.

Dew gave in. He needed to be fucked by the larger, older ghoul and he needed it now.

”Please, Aeth, need your cock in me so bad. Please, I’m your needy little cockwhore. Want daddy’s dick so bad,” Dew begged as he straddled Aether’s lap.

The begging was music to Aether’s ears. He moved Dew off of him and slipped his pants down, his large cock popping out.

“Take your dirty pants off and ride daddy like the good little cum slut you are,” Aether instructed.

Dew did as he was told, pulling his pants off, moaning at the wet patches gliding against his swollen cock. He straddled Aether’s lap once more. Aeth reached into his bag that was next to the couch and pulled out a bottle of lube. He used it to lube up his cock and Dew’s ass.

Aether slipped his cock into Dew’s tight ass, moaning at the pleasure of being inside his favorite ghoul. Dew wasted no time before he was bouncing on Aether’s cock, singing his praises. Aether used one free hand to support Dew’s back and the other one was stroking Dew’s cock that was rubbing against the quintessence ghoul’s belly.

”Fuck, daddy, love having your cock in my ass. Feels s’good,” Dew moaned.

”You’re such a good little slut for your daddy. You’re not allowed to cum until I do,” Aether instructed.

This would be hard for Dew as he was already close to his second orgasm of the night.

“But, daddy, I need to cum again,” Dew moaned into Aether’s ear.

“If you do, daddy isn’t going to fuck you for a week and you won’t be allowed to touch yourself either,” Aether seductively scolded.

Dew couldn’t go that long without Aether fucking him, let alone pleasuring himself so he had to control himself.

“Keep riding daddy’s cock, gonna cum in this sweet tight ass of yours,” Aether moaned as he felt his balls tighten.

Dew was able to resist the urge of spraying his cum all over Aether at the thought of Aether filling his tight hole with his warm cum.

”Fuck, Dew, I’m cumming, Oh fuck me baby,” Aether said as he thrusted his hips into Dew, releasing his seed inside of the needy fire ghoul.

“Cum for daddy, Dew baby. You’ve been a good cum slut, cum for me,” Aether moaned as he was still riding out his high in Dew’s ass.

Dew needed no further encouragement as he released his cum all over Aether’s hand and belly,

“Fuck, Aeth, fuck I’m your good little cum slut. Fuck I love you, Daddy,” Dew moaned as he fucked into Aether’s cum covered hand.

Aether was caught off guard by the three words that left the fire ghoul’s mouth.

”Dew, did you just say you love me?” Aether asked as he tucked Dew’s hair behind his ear.

”I uh, I,” Dew stuttered.

He had always had these strong feelings for Aether but always thought Aether viewed him as another ghoul to fuck.

”Yes. I love you, okay. I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want to be rejected. I want more than just our daily fucks. I want to be yours,” Dew muttered out, now flustered from his lack of self awareness when speaking.

”Dew, hey, listen to me. I love you too. I just figured you didn’t do the dating thing because, well that’s just how I assumed you were,” Aether said as he looked the fire ghoul in the eyes.

”I usually don’t but with you, I burn for you. I need you in more ways than just this,” Dew said.

”Then you will have me in more ways than just this. Let’s be together. Let’s be boyfriends,” Aether whispered in Dew’s ear, pulling a low pur from the fire ghoul who was well spent after the fun they just had.

The two ghouls got cleaned up and made their way back to the tour bus. Aether invited Dew to sleep in his bunk with him tonight and the little ghoul didn’t hesitate once. Aether crawled in and put his back against the wall before motioning for the fire ghoul to come snuggle with him.

“I love you, Dewdrop,” Aether whispered in his ear.

”I love you, too, Aether,” Dew mumbled before quickly falling asleep.

[no0t2]

@checkadii

I literally just woke up so this is the worst time to post this but ngl I have this problem where I wanna talk about it but I blank so fucking hard and fall flat on my face that I end up not talking about it anyway out of sheer embarrassment.

I'm not good at structuring my thoughts properly either because of ADHD, but here goes I guess.

I usually gotta segway into the topic if it's relevant to the conversation usually via,, friend convo, I don't know how people do deepdives of characters and whatnot I can't do that. I'm not sure why that is, this always has been a thing for me where I've got some level of understanding and my own HCs and such but they're not written or anything, so I can't express them.

To me Postal is just a silly series (minus P1 and Redux), not to be taken too seriously. So I don't really think about the "lore" that it has so much. I can ramble about Postal: Brain Damaged tho, that's probably my favourite cos of gameplay... And the designs as well as the soundtrack. It's just such a good game, I never thought shooters would ever be a genre I'd like to play, as I was so against playing them (thanks Half-Life for opening up my eyes). I can say definitely with confidence that retro styled FPS are especially something I find fun? Not on intense difficulty or anything either, I usually can't go above normal.

I've listened to "Straight Outta Suburbia" for like over an hour straight, I'm pretty sure even during while I was drawing one of my BD sketches lol

Back to Postal in general, I frankly haven't done enough "research" on it where I can properly speak about it aside from the games I've played (P1, P2, Paradise Lost and P:BD) And they're all games that are super different from each other (aside from P2 and PL, but even then). I'd also say I'm still pretty new to the series, speaking as I haven't played all of the games yet. Frankly, I was planning to just stick to P2 and that's it, glad I didn't.

Postal 1 I remember making me feel all sorts of weird things when I both played it and after I finished it. The load up intro scared the shit out of me the first time I opened the game, to where I had to pause for a minute. And it kept spooking me each time I did open it. I think that was kinda the point of the game as it's pretty dark compared to it's counterparts. I won't get into the lore of the 1st Dude cos I've seen people pluck at each other's feathers over the interpretation of him. But essentially, guy looses his shit during an episode, starts killing everyone. (Or just, "hostiles", depends how you play the game.)

P2 is so wildly different (aside from the fact that you can shoot people) that when I first opened it I was so confused how I was met with THAT Dude. I was surprised to hear him talk more beyond than just "BLEED" or "Only my weapon understands me". At the time I was also wrangling personal fears and feelings(which I don't know if I wanna get into, let alone if people would even wanna hear it lol) over playing the Postal series, so my initial expectation towards the game was:

"Okay, I know this is going to have some offensive shit in it, there's parts that won't be fun probably." And hoped for the worst, surprisingly a lot of the stuff in it I didn't find that bad, most of it is definitely fucked up, but nothing I couldn't handle, surprisingly. I played neutral-y, so I only attacked whoever attacked me, but I'd bail if I had the chance.

Paradise Lost plays similarly to Postal 2 (as it's literally the same branch of game just in the form of DLC). But I've found myself enjoying it way more than Postal 2, mostly cuz I found some of the jokes in it actually funny.

P3 I haven't played because I got rick rolled by RWS on the website so I'm not gonna play it out of spite </33 (But I've seen gameplay)

Postal: Brain Damaged is like, even more different than the previous entries as it's a retro styled shooter. But it has the charm of a Postal game and MAN is it good, I think the fact that it was released more recently is what made me enjoy its humor more. And it just!! Is so fun in general like wow, I'm still processing playing the game and I've already been thinking of replaying it because of how much I've enjoyed it. Definitely recommend trying it out.

AND WOWWW this has gotten long oops. Sorry.

I wanna note tho that, although there are aspects of Postal I enjoy, there's a lot of them that I don't, namely the offensive bits, some of them are genuinely fucked up where I can't go past them even in a comedic sense. Which I think is OK. I still enjoy other parts of it :^]

[eighthdoctor]

You made that post about the D/s mechanics inherent to quel'dorei relationships, then gave us a firsthand example with Alleria just subbing so hard for Calia. You're a Windrunner, and an actual recognized faction leader. Aren't you the one who is supposed to be deferred to while oh so tenderly clutching your partner's chin?

(Context)

I am so full bore insane about what I'm doing with Calia/Alleria you have no idea.

So like. On the one hand, yes. On the other hand, Calia claims to be totally is the legitimate ruler of Lordaeron, which would put her ahead of someone with a splinter group of Void-infested elves. Which is what Alleria tells herself to get to sleep at night.

Way, way more important is that this precisely mirrors her relationship with Turalyon: Light-touched, deeply passionate, not super interested in Alleria's interests, sure that they're right, convinced that if there's a disagreement it's because Alleria is in the wrong, Alleria is the one corrupted by a powerful, unknowable entity, not them, they're the one trying to fix things. Etc.

There's a point where like, "someone in the relationship is the partner who makes the final call" becomes concerning, where it's starting to shade into weird dependency and control issues. For sure that's what Alleria had with Turalyon and is developing with Calia.

Part of this is because Alleria doesn't trust herself:

Here, alone, she can find herself again. Alleria Windrunner. Whoever that is. But she can center, remember what it feels like to be herself in her own body, remember what it smells like, and gradually add sight and sound, the camps behind her, the vultures circling above, until she is one person, whole and real. (And the Void says: Are you sure?)

So she keeps seeking out relationships where she doesn't need to be the one in charge, where someone else can take off the load. Which wouldn't be a horrific approach except that her taste in partners is appalling. She keeps ending up in these imbalanced relationships trying to redeem herself for [checks notes] taking a survival approach to getting out of prison, and it's just not working.

One thing I like about WoW characterization (which is almost entirely accidental lmao) is the realistic contradictions it presents for certain people. Alleria is both someone who is self aware enough to realize she would make an atrocious Ranger-General and who steps down to avoid that happening, and the person who creates a small army of ren'dorei regardless.

She has a very, very weird relationship to her own authority in particular, which is EXTREMELY fun. And one of the ways she handles this is by subconsciously deferring to people who are very good at looking competent. (You may note this is not an ideal way to find someone who actually knows what they're doing.)

And Calia is just, infested with Terminal Monarch Disease, she is so sure she's doing the right thing, she's convinced that the Forsaken want her as queen, and she'll justify most things in the course of that.

The combination of righteousness between the two of them is why they've talked themselves into torturing Forsaken. It's obvious to both of them that Sylvanas is irredeemable and the Forsaken (as a whole) need to be liberated, equally obvious that as a Menethil and a Windrunner they're the right people to do it. So given those points, anyone who disagrees is clearly wrong and either (if Alliance) misguided or (if Horde) actively hostile. Alleria has always thought the best defense was a good offense, so there we are.

After BfA, Alleria does canonically torture Forsaken to find out where Sylvanas is, which I read as like. If the alternative is the resumption of war or destruction of a country, and people are not answering her (to her POV) extremely simple questions, torture in order to get answers to prevent war becomes justifiable.

Which does, of course, backfire spectacularly here--one of several problems with torture is you have no way to tell which answers were lies, so if you're convinced that one was a lie and are WRONG, oops.

I have gotten slightly off topic.

tl;dr: BOY are they fucked up.

[tickly-trashcan]

Photobooth Findings {Akira and Ryuji}

A/N: Hello hello, thank you for the request! No need to apologize for the last request, it was totally fine! I absolutely LOVE these two soso much and I practically fell out of my chair when i got this request hehe~ Ryuji and Akira have my whole heart and I’m actually playing through Persona 5 again since we got a new console (our old one broke T_T) so i get to see all of my kiddos again! Thank you again for the request and I hope you enjoy! (im so sorry but i didn’t proofread this bc i was so tired when i finished so i apologize for any mistakes!! im going to get better about proofreading eventually i promise!!!)

Summary: Ryuji and Akira are hanging out at the arcade, which is busier than they expected.

Word Count: 1.6k (under the cut)

“Yo, Akira!”

Akira turned, barely able to process who was running up to him when an arm was thrown around his shoulder, nearly knocking him over.

“Hey, Ryuji,” Akira said, a small smile growing on his face as Ryuji beamed at him. He pulled Akira closer, laughing.

“So we’re going to the arcade, right? The one in Shibuya,” Ryuji asked, turning his head and looking around. “Isn’t Ann coming too?”

“She said she had a gig. She won’t be able to make it.”

Ryuji stuck out his tongue and blew a raspberry. “Well, sucks to suck. Guess we’ll have to have twice as much fun to make up for it!”

Akira chuckled, nodding his head. Ryuji dragged him along, the two of them walking to the station nearby their school as Ryuji gabbed about the different arcade games he was dying to play.

“Oh, and can I sleep over tonight? It’s the weekend, so I figured I should ask,” Ryuji said as they stood at the station platform, waiting to board the train as it slowed in front of them. They hopped on as Akira hummed in contemplation.

“I think Sojiro should be spending time with Futaba tonight, so I think it’s probably okay,” Akira said, standing next to Ryuji as they held onto the train handles. Ryuji silently cheered as Akira chuckled.

“So we’ll play at the arcade, grab a burger at Big Bang Burger, then head back to your place! Think Sojiro has any snacks lying around the cafe?”

Akira shook his head. “Not unless you really like to snack on carrots. He has a bunch of those for his curry.”

Ryuji stuck out his tongue. “Bleh… Carrots are good when Sojiro puts them in his curry, but not straight up.”

The two of them continued to chat as the train departed to Shibuya, where they arrived shortly. The two of them hopped off and went out into Shibuya, where they immediately went for the arcade.

“Whoa! It’s busy today, huh?” Ryuji said as he looked around. Akira nodded.

“I guess it’s because it’s Friday,” Akira noted, scanning for any free game. There were people on practically every arcade game, as well as some people waiting to play as they watched, chanting and jeering at whoever was playing. Ryuji whistled as he pointed towards the back.

“Dance Dance Revolution doesn’t look too crowded.”

“Ryuji, you know I can’t dance.”

“But we’re Phantom Thieves! You’ve got the reflexes, at least!”

Akira shrugged as he was dragged towards the back of the arcade, where another pair was finishing up on the Dance Dance Revolution game. They stepped off with a groan after witnessing their score. Ryuji and Akira quickly took up their spot, put some coins in, and selected a song.

“I’ll start it on easy,” Ryuji said, shaking his hands and feet in preparation.

The two of them danced around, Akira struggling as Ryuji got into it. They finished the song, and their score leveled out at average because of Akira. He shrugged.

“I told you I can’t dance.”

“Let’s try again! We get more points on the harder difficulty, so let’s try that!”

Akira nodded hesitantly, but Ryuji was already loading up the game with more coins. The song started, and Ryuji danced around with ease once more, even adding a few extra moves as Akira struggled to keep up. Again, their score was average.

“Okay, Twinkletoes,” Akira panted. “Let’s – Let’s do a different game.”

Ryuji nodded, noting Akira’s exhaustion. “What else is available?”

The two of them walked around again, looking for any unoccupied games. They were out of luck and decided to try Dance Dance Revolution again, only to find that a group of kids had surrounded it. Ryuji groaned in frustration.

“Urgh! How are we supposed to play games when everyone is using them?”

Akira pointed towards the photobooth. “I suppose we could do a quick photo session.”

Ryuji raised his eyebrow. “Aren’t you supposed to do photobooths with a date or something?”

Akira laughed. “I guess… But it’s the only thing available right now. Might as well get a memory of the time the arcade was so crowded that we could only play two rounds of Dance Dance Revolution.”

Ryuji sighed, but agreed. They walked up to the photobooth, slipped a dollar into the machine, and entered.

Together they were a bit cramped in the small booth, but Ryuji was immediately fascinated by the filters.

“Dude, there’s so many options!”

They eventually settled on a cyberpunk-style filter and began to pose for the four photos.

They started with funny faces. Ryuji pulled his mouth open and stuck out his tongue while Akira put his thumbs by his ears and showed off his teeth. They laughed for a minute after the camera flashed, then decided for a more serious one. They went back to back and made pretend pistols out of their hands like they were secret agents. The camera flashed again, then Ryuji laughed.

“We should do a model one like Ann!”

Akira choked on a laugh as they made model faces and held their faces in their hands. They cracked up as soon as the camera flashed, though they were already snickering before. For the last one, Akira suggested one.

“Have you ever watched Lion King?”

“Duh!”

“Pretend you’re Simba for this next one,” Akira said, grinning. Ryuji scoffed.

“Why am I Simba??”

“Because you’re blonde!”

Ryuji couldn’t argue with that. He stretched his arms out a bit and Akira started the timer for the photo. He stuck his hands under Ryuji’s arms just as the timer went off, but Ryuji screeched as the camera flashed. They both jumped, and Ryuji fell backwards onto Akira. Akira burst out laughing, shoving Ryuji off of him.

“What was that?” He cackled, waiting as the photobooth printed their strip.

“You tickled me, dude!”

Akira blinked. “Wait, you’re ticklish?!”

Ryuji stared at Akira, shaking his head. “No, no I’m not–”

“But you literally just said–”

“I’m not!!”

Akira grabbed Ryuji’s hips, making him shriek and jump. “You sure?”

“Yehehes! Very sure!” Ryuji snickered nervously, watching as Akira slowly began to wiggle his fingers. He squealed, curling up as Akira pinched at his hips. He tried to push him away, but Akira was persistent, tickling him playfully as Ryuji flailed around in the tiny booth.

“AHAhahakira! Nohoho, stahahap! Not thahahat, pleheheaseee!”

The photobooth spit out the strip of photos, but the pair didn’t even notice as Ryuji cackled, Akira’s hands traveling up his sides and towards his ribs.

“GAH–! Akira, I’m seheheherious! Oh gohohod, nohOHO!”

“Are you done in there?!” Someone called from outside the booth, having to shout to be heard over Ryuji. Akira halted, realized they had been in there much longer than they meant to, and pulled his hands away. He chuckled awkwardly as Ryuji caught his breath, leaning on him.

“Dude, look at the pics,” Ryuji said after catching his breath. His laughter renewed as he looked at how ridiculous the pictures were, especially the last one.

Ryuji was blurred and Akira looked terrified behind him. It hadn’t turned out at all how they expected, but ended up being the funniest one.

They quickly scooped up the photo and left the booth, and a group of girls entered quickly after them.

The two of them got some burgers at Big Bang Burger, which they could hardly finish. They went back on the train back to Leblanc, Ryuji dozing off on the train as the two of them sat next to each other. Ryuji used his bag as a pillow on Akira’s shoulder, who was scrolling on his phone until they reached their stop.

“Man, I’m wiped!” Ryuji said, stretching as he yawned. Akira grinned and poked his stomach, making him jump and gasp as Akira laughed.

“Couldn’t help it.”

Ryuji grumbled and the two of them eventually settled down in Akira’s room. Ryuji laid on a sleeping bag on the floor while Akira laid on his bed a bit above. “Do you still have the photos?”

Akira nodded, fishing into his bag next to his bed and then handing them to Ryuji. Ryuji chuckled softly again, glancing at Akira.

“You wouldn’t happen to be ticklish too, would you?”

Akira shrugged. “Probably not as much as you.”

“Hey!”

“You asked!”

Ryuji sat up, cracking his knuckles. “Well, let’s find out!”

“Ryuji, don’t–!”

Ryuji yanked Akira out of his bed as he yelped, breaking out into laughter as Ryuji scribbled his fingers all over Akira’s stomach. “Dohohohon’t!”

“Not as much as me, huh? You seem pretty ticklish to me–HEhehe! Wahahait, thahahat’s not fahair!”

The two of them rolled around on the floor as they fought for the upperhand, tickling at each other and laughing their heads off. Ryuji shrieked whenever Akira got close to his underarms, and Akira would curl up if Ryuji grazed his hips. Akira finally managed to gain an advantage as he got both his hands stuck under Ryuji’s arms, making Ryuji holler.

“Now wahahait! Cahahan’t we tahalk ahabout this?!”

“You literally started it, Ryuji!”

“Did nohohot–! Waitwaitwait, AkirahahaHAHA!”

Akira managed to get Ryuji’s wrist held above his head, clawing at his exposed underarm as Ryuji threw his head back and wailed. Akira chuckled with him, deciding to have a bit more fun.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“YEHehes! Plehehease!”

“Say I’m the best Phantom Thief and I will,” Akira drawled, digging into Ryuji’s ribs. Ryuji squealed and kicked his legs, immediately giving in.

“Yohohou’re the behest! Now stahaHAP!”

Satisfied, Akira stopped, quickly retreating to his bed before Ryuji could retaliate. Ryuji laid there for a few moments and then rolled slowly back over to his sleeping bag, panting.

“Again, not as much as you,” Akira teased with a grin. Ryuji only grumbled, claiming to be too tired to argue. “Mhm, too tired. Tired because I just tickled you to the Metaverse and back.”

“Snore… snore…” Ryuji said, his back facing Akira. Akira laughed at Ryuji, who wasn’t even trying to make a snoring sound.

“Goodnight, Ryuji,” He said, waiting a moment for a response.

“Snore.”

[queenofthedisneyverse]

In El santuario de los padres adults are definitely helping eachother and watching over others' kids when one of the parents is sick or just exhausted and needs a break

Yeah, they all are like a unit…tag team almost? 

When the youngins are a bit much and no one in their world is around they go to sanctuary casita to see if someone can take the load for them. 

Mamabuela usually takes some kids when her cross dimensional son and/or grandkids want time to themselves. Papantonio, Mamabel, and Pamamilo usually need time to be teenagers (or just time alone) so mamabuela takes their kiddos for a couple hours. Mamaisa, Mamaluisa, Mamalores, and Papa Bruno usually do the same but NOT at the same time. (She can only handle about 20+ kids at best). All the kids are extremely well behaved so there’s no issue with watching a couple but not to many. 

Other than her it is like a tag team. 

Other wholesome things I just came up with while writing a response. 

The kids tend to call each other prima or primo while calling the adults tia or tio. 

All the mirabel’s are fascinated with the fact that there are so many versions of themselves, and they call one of them “tia”.

The adults such as Isabela, Dolores, Luisa, Camilo, Mirabel, and Antonio call each other hermana/hermano. Papa Bruno is still Tio Bruno to them. It took a few months for most of them to warm up to Mamabuela but they got to calling her abuela after a while (or after they realized she wasn’t as mean as the alma in their world).

After they were cool with her, some of the kids started to call mamabuela “abuela” or “bisabuela”. 

When things are difficult or a parent isn’t sure what to do, they’ll talk to the other parent to see if they know how to handle a certain issue. 

When they all do stay at S! Casita it’s always a fun night full of games & fun. 

Outside games that include throwing a ball are forbidden from being played near the house. The kids have an entire jungle that’s SAFE, they can play and go as far as they want. 

Seeing as pamamilo and mamaisa moved out of Encanto and into the more modern world of 1950, there are more modern kitchen appliances and machinery in S! Casita. 

Lunch is a common thing there when visiting. So everyone has their own stove to cook on and refrigerator to take food from. (Everyone knows how to cook to some capacity…wait…does Mamaluisa know how to cook?)

S! Casita has a wide range of cook books that hold recipes that are from all over the world, so the parents try experimenting with different recipes to see what they like. (I hope that makes sense). 

Angst…?

Mamabuela truly hates that in most of her cross dimensional grandkids' worlds she's the main issue. If she could, she would give the other versions of herself an earful and maybe a couple smacks or two.

Mamabuela and Papa Bruno are also heavily disgusted at the fact that the grandkids had to step up raising either Mirabel or Antonio at such young ages. Ages that no child should even be thinking about caring for children. 

There are times when some of the grandkid-parents or papa bruno or mamabuela just bring the kids to the playground, go inside, and just cry from stress. Everyone there knows the struggle so whoever is crying is allowed to cry and vent.

[theocrabalar]

Tips and gear for helping new shooters:

So, you've decided to help introduce your partner, sibling, friend, comrade, cousin, whoever to shooting and guns. This is from the perspective of an intro to shooting as hobby, not as a defensive measure or tactical military or militia training. That kind of shooting has different trains of thought that I will be straight up honest and say that I don't feel qualified to instruct about. I prefer to focus on shooting as a sport, and how fun it is.

I also prefer to introduce people to shooting with one firearm at a time, and usually not more than 3 new shooters per instructor. If you only feel comfortable doing things 1 on 1, then that's okay. A calm and comfortable instructor, usually helps keep the new shooter also calm and collected. When it comes to how young a new shooter can be, I'll let that be up to you, but seriously think about if you are capable of safely instructing them.

A rule of thumb I recently heard "Only give instructions to people for as many seconds as their age is" So if you are instructing a 12 year old, you got 12 seconds. If you are instructing a 40 year old, you got 40 seconds. I focus on telling people what matters. If the person you are instructing is using the wrong terminology, let them do so as long you understand them. If they call it bullets and clips instead of cartridges and magazines, let them. You understand what they mean. While telling people about intricate details about the guns and sharing is fun, telling your friend about the differences between a Turkish Mauser and an Argentine Mauser, really doesn't matter to begin with, let that kind of fun nerdery wait for later.

Here's my guide on how to introduce new shooters based on having been an RSO for a youth program and volunteering at the range for intro courses with pistol shooting. Some of these routines might change on your circumstances, range rules, laws, etc. Think of these more as guidelines.

Here's how I usually open, I explain how we unpack firearms and what routines we have around that. Our routine is to open the box enough to see where the barrel is pointed, then if necessary, change where the barrel points, so we can make sure the barrel always points towards the targets and a safe direction when handling the firearm. This is a nice opportunity to re-iterate that the gun should always be pointing in a safe direction.

The we put the firearm down, the barrel pointed in a safe direction, with a chamber flag inserted, and magazine outside of the firearm.

I also explain what commands we are going to be using on the range, and what each of them mean, this of course also differs on where you are, how your range operates, etc. The next step we discuss is loading the magazine of the firearm we'll be using. I show how to do it, away from the firearm. I explain every move I do, if the magazine has loading tabs, like Ruger MkIII, MkIV, etc mags, I explain that and demonstrate in front of them and let them try. If someone fails at anything you just instructed, calmly tell them what they did wrong, and show again how to do it properly. Expect that they will forget everything you tell them and that you will have to tell them everything multiple times, if you can, try explaining in different ways. Emphasize what can be a safer and more comfortable way to do things. Remember, calm and comfortable. Yes, I also apply this to flagging. Over-reacting and screaming at people is not an efficient way to teach people.

If you are instructing on anything more powerful than .22lr, I would advise to load only one cartridge the first time. Then we move onto loading the magazine into the firearm. Next we move onto racking the bolt or pulling the charging handle or slide depending the gun. I also explain how we never put down a loaded firearm. I now usually explain how to do a proper trigger pull, I often boil it down to "try to pull the trigger as slow as you can"

I then explain how the sight picture works. This depends on what firearm you are instructing on. I describe most often how it works on a handgun with regular iron sights for bullseye shooting.

After they've fired a few shots, help correct grip, stance, technique, and so on. From here on out, you are free to explore and can indulge in all the nerdy, delicious details you want to share. Remember, if someone doesn't want to keep shooting after they have tried, that's okay. Different people like different things. Here's some gear I use and recommend to make instructing easier;

Trainingsights.com has transparent overlay cards you can use to illustrate sight picture. I've used the regular A4 sheet size for about a year now. They are brilliant if you are often explaining sight picture to people (you can totally just draw similar enough shapes to convey what you mean with a sharpie or pen on post-it notes, but the transparent overlay sheets are really nice to use) My favorite "trick" with these transparent overlays, is holding them right over the target, showing clearly how a complete sight picture is supposed to look. It feels sorta telling someone the answer to a question they've just been given, it usually drives up the successfactor by a pretty significant margine in getting them to hit the target.

Electronic hearing protection: to make it easier to talk without needing to take ear on and off all the time. This goes both ways, it makes it easier for you hear what your friend is say, and it's easier for your friend to hear what you are saying. It still blocks out loud noises. I have a pair of Walkers that I have as loaner ear pro for my friends who don't have their own.

Foam single-use ear plugs. When shooting loud guns indoors, or loud rifles, I usually double up and use these in conjunction with electronic hearing protection.

Table / bench: Somewhere to put down the gun in-between checking targets and strings of fire. As I mentioned earlier, comfort is key, and not everyone is able to hold a gun for prolonged time the first time they are at a range.

Chamber flags: to clearly demonstrate to everyone that the gun is empty

Suppressors: They reduce noise and recoil, and are a worthwhile investment to reduce the noise. Many new shooters can be scared if you show them an AR in 5.56 with a 7" inch barrel and muzzle brake indoors. A suppressor doesn't make it movie quiet, but it certainly mellows out the sound enough to not make very unpleasant. Remember to still wear hearing protection even if you are using a suppressor.

Shooting glasses; Especially if shooting at steel targets or shooting a suppressed AR These are some of my tips and tricks, none of the links here are affiliate or any way of monetary compensation for me, I just want to help others to help friends get into shooting because I think shooting is really fun. (I'm stealing some images for illustrations, I don't wanna bother taking pictures at 2am when I'm writing this :p )

[tangleworm]

NOMIA Devlog 6 -- Actually Deckbuilding

I've implemented card rewards after each battle! It feels nice to be approaching a proper vertical slice. (does having a Roll card officially qualify my game as a soulslike?)

I've also made a battle log system so players can review what happened.

Designing the card reward mechanic was an interesting challenge -- we have two characters, each with two decks of cards. How do we let the player incrementally build these decks while not overwhelming them with complexity?

My goals were to:

Lean towards many simple choices, rather than few complex choices -- let depth emerge from the sum.

Not overwhelm the player with too many choices in a row, because that feels the same as making a single overly-complex choice.

Encourage balance in how much each character is developed.

I could think of three ways to handle it.

1. Shamelessly Copy Slay the Spire, But Four Times

It would certainly ensure that characters are developed equally, but even thinking about this many choices in a row makes my head hurt. Would we need to make four choices after each fight? Would we only get to make these choices after every 4 fights? Would these choices rotate in a round-robin format, and potentially rob the player of a critical choice if they happened upon a boss battle at the wrong time in the cycle?

None of these options seemed appealing.

2. Shamelessly Copy Slay the Spire, But Twice

I could see an advantage to separating Actions and Gambits; it would make sense to gain a Gambit every battle, but less so an Action every battle, because they'd rapidly clog your hand. I could reserve Actions as boss-battle rewards, or maybe an option at a rest event.

However, because Mighties rely more on Actions, doing so would leave them to stagnate between these "big" events. It would also reduce the excitement of each draft if you really wanted a new Action and knew you wouldn't ever get one, and it would increase the frustration of finally arriving at an Action draft and disliking every choice.

3. Shamelessly Copy Slay the Spire, But Once

By mixing all four decks into the pile, I'd have to manage some probabilities to encourage balance:

The left card has a high chance of being a Mighty card, while the right card has a high chance of being a Magical card. The middle card is equally likely to be either.

Whoever has drafted fewer cards has an increased chance for their cards to appear in any slot.

Actions are much less likely to appear than Gambits, but they could potentially appear any time.

The result of this tuning is that if cards were picked entirely at random, the heroes would fairly split how many cards they each get to draft, and they'd each have a healthy division of Actions to Gambits. But, if the player really wanted to, they could create an absurdly off-kilter build -- and isn't that part of the fun of a roguelike?

By managing probabilities on the game side, I can spare the player much of the complexity, while still being able to tune the card spread behind the scenes. Anyone who wants to get super deep into the mechanics can still get a "feel" for how cards are rewarded, but the player's mental load is lowered significantly by only showing the information they need in the moment.

This system also dovetails easily into other event types -- I'm planning on having ones that let you specifically mulligan your Actions, and other ways to fine-tune your build.

[poisonouswritings]

Okay Jayce + Lungs + Reg + whoever else from the server wanted a Felix version of the Roadtrip thing I totally procrastinated and wrote this instead of working on my fic so hopefully it's decent

Roadtrip (Original)

GN!Reader, Modern!AU, NSFW below cut, Changed a little bit of the Felix/Rime background, I HC Felix has a little bit of an embarrassment kink.

Rime and Felix did date. And they loved each other. In some ways they still do. But then Rime had to move across the country for school and neither of them could handle long distance so they broke up. It was hard at first, gods knows it was! But they managed.

And when Rime moved back five years later, they became friends again. Best friends! But friends.

Why didn't they get back together? Well, for one, they'd both grown up a lot. They just didn't match one another anymore. They'd sat together one night, shoulders leaned against one another, looking up at the stars. Yeah, they'd always love each other. But they couldn't really say they were in love anymore.

Anyways, they both moved on. Talked about crushes, joked about hook-ups.

I mean... Rime talked about crushes and joked about hook-ups. Felix really didn't. He just said that after loving Rime for so long, he didn't really want anyone else.

Until he met... You.

His Exception.

But he's too much of a coward to make a move. Rime was always the one to take the lead on things like this! And you're a great friend. Felix... Felix doesn't have many friends. He doesn't wanna risk screwing that up.

Sigh. Looks like Rime will have to take the lead. Again.

He, Sage, Tulsi, and Anisa plan everything out. Okay actually he and Tulsi and Anisa plan everything out, Sage mostly makes jokes and buys some condoms to slip into Felix's luggage. And lube. And pink fuzzy handcuffs.

You and Rime are friends by now. He met you when he first got back into town, where Felix was just starting to fall for you. It'd been,, a little,,, awkward at first. But y'all got over it and now you and Rime are friends. And one of your little inside jokes is that Felix Totally Obviously Has A Crush On You. And like, yeah, you could ask him out, but you and Rime have a little bet to see how long it'll take Felix to get the courage.

Anyways you come by the apartment at nearly five in the morning, dumping your luggage on the floor near the door. Felix and Sage are napping on the couch, cuddling a little.

Aw. Dumbasses. They fight all the time but they really do care about each other.

Anyways, Rime slings his arm around your shoulders and steers you to the kitchen. He's Got A Plan, And You're Gonna Help. He and Tulsi explain the details while Anisa and Elowen load the car. The more you hear, the wider your grin gets. This should be fun >:)

Once the car is loaded, Tulsi and Elowen shake Sage and Felix until they open their eyes. Felix is startled semi-awake when he sees you, frantically trying to fix his hair so he doesn't embarrass himself more than he already has. You smile sweetly at him, making some small talk to distract him from the fact that everyone else is loading into the car.

Rime hops in the driver's seat, Sage in the passenger. Rime immediately starts snapping at Sage to buckle up. Sage flips him off and starts messing with the radio. Neither of them own this car so this'll end well.

You nudge Felix into the very back and casually clamber in after him. Luckily he's too preoccupied with a mix of chatting and sleepiness to notice.

Anisa, Tulsi, and Elowen shove the middle row of seats up. And now that you're trapped in the back, you plop down on Felix's lap. He's Cool With This, Right?

> Felix.EXE has stopped working. Please reboot...

Anisa, Tulsi, and Elowen climb into the middle and shut the doors. Felix finally notices the car is packed to the brim and there's no space for you except for on his lap.

"Wh- Could you all have not set this up d-differently?!" "Nope >:)" "Surely MC can't be comfortable-" "Oh no I'm good :)"

You and Rime exchange a grin in the rearview mirror.

Felix swallows thickly as you adjust yourself on his lap.

This... Is gonna be a hard ride, isn't it?

Ohohoh yes it is

See, Rime gave you a couple of tips on how to tease Felix. Act oblivious to what you're doing, point out how cute his blush is, tousle his hair, etc. This drive is gonna be a couple hours long so feel free to take your time and test out your own fun little things.

Felix is bright red to the very tips of his ears. Part of him wishes he could just pass out, but the other part of him is savoring every moment of this. His arms are wrapped around your waist and he's mushed against the back of your shoulder and he's Very Obviously Hard But Neither Of You Are Acknowledging It.

And you keep talking to him! Not about anything terribly important, and that's the worst of it. You're literally just chatting to hear the cracks in his voice. And the more he talks, the harder it is to string two thoughts together.

After a little while of flirting fighting with Sage, Rime looks at you two in the rearview and grins. "Felix, Dear, is the air hitting you back there?" "Nng... I'm f-fine... Thank y-you..." All the while his cock is throbbing against the cleft of your ass. His pants are silk or something else very soft and kinda thin so you can practically feel the outline of it.

And if your pants are thin enough, you might even feel the heat of his precum beginning to gently leak from the tip.

You offer to brush his hair because it's still all rumpled from sleep,,, he makes a pathetic little noise and agrees because As Much As He's Suffering He's Also Loving This. So you twist around a little in his lap, partially straddling him. His face is more or less in your chest. You set your fingers gently under his chin and guide his face up so your eyes meet,, his face is red and his eyes are big and wide and locked on yours,,, you smile so very sweetly and slyly shift your weight a little forward,,,,

AnD tHeN yOu HiT a BuMp!

It's the first genuinely unintentional bounce you've given, and it's definitely the hardest. You lift off him nearly entirely, head brushing (or even fully bumping) against the roof before you fall back down. Felix was already resting his hands on your hips and when you go flying he reflexively pulls you flush against his lap.

Your crotch slams against his - your ass contours around his knees - his face is now buried in your chest - and your comb scrapes just slightly along his scalp like you're running your fingers through his hair and tugging.

Welp.

He cums in his pants.

Hope you're proud of yourself.

Let's be real you totally are.

Luckily Rime saw this coming (hehe) and is already pulling off the road to a gas station.

Felix is covering his mouth and has his eyes screwed up tight. He's shuddering a little and you don't really blame him. You give his hair a few more run-throughs with the brush and hum soothingly. That seems to calm him down a bit.

Once the car is parked and the girls have gotten out of the middle row, you get out and hold out your hand to help Felix. He hesitates for a long moment before accepting it, unable to look you in the eye as he stumbles out. His knees are shaking a bit. He babbles something you can't really make out - it might be a different language, you aren't sure - and half-runs, half-stumbles towards the bathroom.

Rime comes over and high-fives you. Sage pulls condoms out of his pocket "Sage why were you carrying those around?" "Well I thought I might need them-" Rime immediately slaps the back of his head before he can say another word.

You go into his suitcase and grab a pair of pants and some underwear, then head over to the bathroom.

Meanwhile Felix is standing in the middle of the bathroom, not particularly wanting to touch anything in here - this is the dingy sort of place Sage would probably be at home in but it isn't Felix's scene. His pants being all sticky like this isn't exactly the uh,, the most comfortable thing,,, and it's probably gonna mess up the fabric,,,, but he still can't wipe the flustered smile off his face.

Yeah. If he had to do it over again he'd probably do the same thing.

[cozymoko]

hi. I'm really happy your requests are open again, thank your for writing!

for my request, may I please ask for yandere! Shikamaru, Neji and Obito (separately) with a darling who at first acts like they're not gonna be of any trouble, agrees to their yandere rules and whatnot tries to trick them into believing they're gonna stay and just be obedient, but in reality they're trying to outsmart them and gain their trust before they actually try to escape. Would they be able to trick their yandere or to successfully escape? or would they end up being 'punished' for thinking that they could trick them

wishing you a blessed day and please take car of yourself! ❤️

NOTE: Thank you for requesting Obito, I had fun writing his part. You take care of your health as well!

SHIKAMARU NARA

🦌 Takes a while for him to catch on. Not because it slips his mind but it appears to be too much of a hassle to question your plans. You had his "trust" since the beginning, but that doesn't mean Shikamaru wasn't keeping an eye on you. Spending his time enjoying your obedience while he has the chance.

🦌 Tolerates your bizarre behavior simply because it makes his life a lot easier. The obvious shift in your personality before and after he kidnapped you were quite clear. To him, "Only an idiot wouldn't notice something so obvious." Since he spends an abundance of his time to himself there's plenty of time to take in your more compliant personality.

🦌 Near the time of your escape he catches you, snagging your arm. You struggle against his grip, tears burning your panicked eyes. Screaming for whoever would listen, for the help of anyone who would care to interfere. "What a drag. Hah, {Name} stop making a scene. I don't have time for your tantrums."

🦌 Finds the whole idea of "punishing you" to be a load of bullshit. You are both adults therefore you'll handle the situation like one. That is if locking you in a room is one — It's not? oh well! Until you learn there's no escape, that things could be a whole lot worse than you will stay here. Drowning in your loneliness, tears filled with so much sorrow. All until you come crawling back to him — they always do.

NEJI HYUUGA

🥋 It's ironic how such a sharp man couldn't even catch on to your behavior, rookie mistake. Nji chalked up your compliance with love, acceptance. Gaining his trust has never been a problem for you as the man is hopelessly in love. Perhaps he'd end his life if you ordered him to do so. But only an idiot would do so.

🥋 Your obedience was too good to be true! After all, he only wants the best for you. Willingly letting him spoil you rotten, gifting you whatever your heart desires. Freedom not being an option. Surely you've forgotten about all the things that he's put you through and — no, forget about that.

🥋 I have a feeling there are plenty of people who disagree with my idea of Neji being tricked. Yes, of course, the man is intelligent. However, his delusions will be his downfall. The strong desire to believe in whatever feels right. Whatever makes you the happiest, the most content. That is you, my dear, the idea of your affections are too much I suppose!

🥋 You've successfully escaped a Hyuuga! What now? It won't be long before he comes to his senses and comes desperately searching for you, no matter the cost. Look at that; you're all locked up, how sad. What will you do now, with no freedom, no contact with the outside world? Nothing at all. I know now is not a good time but I'm curious; what will you do next?

OBITO UCHIHA

🔥 Plays along, humoring your efforts. You could be the most intelligent person to ever walk this pathetic planet and there's still no chance you could fool him. Sure your compliance is appreciated but it wields no true significance to the outcome of your scheme. Think of it as a friendly game of cat and mouse, yeah, a game! But there can only be one winner to this game, and I'm sure you know who it is.

🔥 Your behavior was odd from the beginning. Obito wasted no time putting his guard up, focusing on the little things you do a bit more often. Do you maybe have Stockholm Syndrome — no, impossible. Your demeanor appears far too perfect. It's rather painful to know you despise his existence that much. To fake giving into his love just to snatch it back.

🔥 You failed, surprise. You were near the border of the village, running until your legs were numb, lungs burning from lack of air. You could nearly taste the relief of freedom on your tongue, the sweet taste that seemed foreign in this endless hell. But it was all too good to be true, "Times up!" Eerie red eyes, that's all you could see through that twisted mask. Digging your nails into the selves of your infamous captor. "You're so mean {Name}, playing tricks on me. Shouldn't I be awarded for keeping my composure?"

🔥 As for punishment, there are so many choices! For reference, "Tobi" would be far worse than Obito If that makes it any better! The real Obito would be sympathetic, forgiving you for your wrongdoings. Only going as far as to lock you up for a while — how kind! However, "Tobi" isn't as kind. Deciding on torturing you just as you did him, perhaps with slight sympathy. But forget the details, I'm sure you'll find out for yourself!

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Hardly Burglar Material - Bilbo Baggins

Requested by: @donniethescienceguy​

Helloooooooo! Can I have a Bilbo x hobbit wife reader where after Thorin insults him (in the beginning when he arrives) she defends him and Thorins like: are you sure it’s the male Baggins we want?

I mean, I still did as what was requested but man, did I not know where tf this was going lmao

I followed quite a bit of the manuscript of the film, the only alteration is when reader confronts Thorin

Warnings: Nothing really. Asshole Thorin. Terrible writing lmao. 

Words: 1,796

Pairings: Bilbo Baggins x Reader (female reader) (wife!reader)

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You hadn’t expected your quiet evening meal with your husband to be interrupted but when a dwarf, a big, burly, tattooed, balding, towering one at that knocks your door, there certainly isn’t much you can do.

After the dwarf, who introduced himself as Dwalin, had entered your home and devoured your husbands fish dinner, to which you offered Bilbo your own meal, more and more knocks sounded at the door, each one miffing your husband further and further until he had finally had enough.

“There’s nobody home!” he shouted as another sound came from the front door, arms holding up the abundance of weapons the two brothers’, Fíli and Kíli, loaded on to him.

You felt terrible, watching as your husband becomes frustrated, not knowing what to do other than spectate in concern.

He tossed the items down out of his arms as he stormed towards the door, shouting at whoever was on the other side. “Go away and bother somebody else! There are far too many dwarves in my dining room as it is.”

Bilbo closes in on the door. “I-I-If this is some plotheads idea of a joke,” he laughed in disbelief before grasping the door handle in his hand. “I can only say, it is in very poor taste.”

With that, he pulled the door open and in comes tumbling through the doorway a cluster of dwarves, all grumbling and whining at the other to get off of them. Bilbo and yourself, who stood a few steps behind, looked down at the mess of moving bodies on the floor before his feet, dumbfounded expressions on both of your faces.

Movement behind the pile up caught both yours and Bilbos’ attention, and once the tall figure bent down ever so slightly to reveal himself, your face twisted into that of utter confusion as your husband sighs in exasperation.

“Gandalf.”

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Although you were concerned for your husband, you couldn’t help but find the whole situation quite amusing. You found some of the dwarven folk that had invaded your shared home to be quite a fun, entertaining bunch.

Of course, you were concerned about the possessions within your home, hoping that the dwarves leave your home relatively untouched and that your husband wouldn’t have some sort of mental breakdown.

Your uninvited guests had pillaged the pantry of its food. The race of dwarves certainly did have quite an appetite. Even Gandalf had nibbled on quite a bit of food.

The rowdiness of the dwarves had calmed slightly, if only for moment when they downed whatever drink they had. Even the ridiculous and frankly disgusting belching afterwards was calmer than their initial arrival.

Yet that was quickly replaced with plates, platers, knives, forks, and spoons were tossed from one dwarf to another as they sang a merry tune. Bilbo was quick with demanding caution and for things to be put down. Even you were slightly worried for your kitchen utensils.

The dwarves released hearty laughter when you and Bilbo peered into the kitchen and had seen that everything was clean and stacked, Gandalf chuckling along with them as both you and Bilbo simultaneously release sighs of relief.

Then, the atmosphere became tense as three, loud knocks sound at your front door for a final time that night.

The laughter died out instantly and Gandalf spoke quite ominously. “He’s here.”

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You couldn’t really pinpoint what exactly was unsettled you so much when it came to the dark-haired dwarf who sat at the head of the table. Maybe his stature. Possibly his stoic expression.

Most likely the look behind his eyes.

Well, you certainly didn’t like him all that much whenever he addressed your husband.

Most of the conversation between the dwarves and Gandalf became muffled when reaching your ears, certainly seeing no point in listening in on their talk. The second your husbands voice rang out through the room though had piqued your interest and your attention was brought to the conversation.

They spoke of The Lonely Mountain, the dragon Smaug, how they were on a quest to reclaim their home. Gandalf had produced not only a map of some forts but a key, a key the dwarves seemed to become quite excited about.

You also happened to admire the young dwarfs’ courage. Ori.

Then, the topic of a burglar arrived.

“That’s why we need a burglar,” Ori spoke.

“Hmm, and a good one too. An expert I’d imagine.” Bilbo moves back from peering down at the map, holding on to his suspenders.

“And are you?”

Bilbo glances around to behind him before looking towards the dwarves once more. “Am I what?”

“He said he’s an expert!” Oin spoke cheerily. Of course, the dwarf with the horn to aid his hearing would say as such.

“Me? No, no, no, no, no,” your husband started, eyes darting to each dwarf, hoping his point would get across. “I’m not a burglar. I’ve never stolen a thing in my life.”

You nodded your head in agreement. As much as you love your husband, he is quite the stickler for following rules.

“I’m afraid I have to agree with Mister Baggins,” Balin was next to speak. “He’s hardly burglar material.”

You supressed a chuckle as Bilbo, although relieved that someone agreed, looked the tiniest bit offended.

The group of dwarves began to chatter and raise in volume, no words could actually be comprehended by yourself, it all a jumble of noises. Then Gandalf raised out of the seat slightly, his voice booming over the racket the dwarves created.

“ENOUGH! IF I SAY BILBO BAGGINS IS A BURGLAR,” he lowered his voice with each following word. “Then a burglar he is.” Bilbo looked as if he wanted to protest but no words left his mouth.

“Hobbits are remarkably light on their feet,” he continued. “In fact, they can pass by unseen by most if they chose. And while the dragon is accustomed to the smell of dwarf, the scent of a Hobbit is all but unknown to them which gives us an distinct advantage.”

The whole discussion about your husband was unnerving for you. You disliked how your husband was talked of like a ploy in some silly game.

“This quest is no place for gentlefolk.” Thorins’ tone was as if the words left a vile taste in his mouth, clearly showing his disgust for your husband. “He probably wouldn’t last 5 miles away from his precious little home. Look at him, Gandalf! He isn’t made for such things, it’s as clear as day. His big feet and rounded belly would slow us down. Your little Hobbit would cry out for home within a day.”

Your blood boiled with each word he spoke, an anger rising in you which you desperately tried to keep down. Your nails dug into the palms of your hands and your jaw was clenched tightly shut, but enough was enough.

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK OF MY HUSBAND LIKE THAT?! NO LESS WHILST YOU ARE IN HIS HOME AND IN HIS PRESENCE!”

Your outburst caught the attention of every soul in the dining room around the table. Their eyes settled on your figure that stepped closer and closer to them up to the point where you stood glaring down at Thorin right beside his seat. Even Bilbos’ eyes were wide and looked almost ready to pop right out of their sockets.

“My husband may not be a fighter like you…you BRASS DWARVES! But he deserves no less respect. I will not stand for someone speaking down on my Bilbo in such a manner, even if they are some king,” you all but spat out.

Some of the dwarves looked offended that you spoke to their leader in such a way, others looked thoroughly shocked, surprised that a small thing as yourself had such a fire in you. Gandalf smirked as Bilbo looked like he genuinely feared for your safety. He had witnessed outbursts from you that scared him before, which were quite rare, you barely losing your temper, but for once, he was terrified of the consequences seeing as it wasn’t at him nor a fellow Hobbit.

But it was Thorins’ reaction that had you confused. He seemed…impressed?

Thorin turned towards Gandalf, a smirk of his own forming on his face. “Are you sure it was Mister Baggins you had wanted to join our quest?”

Gandalf chuckled and looked towards you and your husband, you now joined your side, who was silently scolding you with his eyes but nonetheless remaining the concerned, dotting husband. “I was certain on Mister Baggins being the 14th member of your company, but I would highly recommend you take a 15th as I believe Misses Baggins certainly has something of her own to bring to the quest.”

“They both have a great deal more to offer than any of you know, including themselves. You must trust me on this,” Gandalf finished.

Thorin looked at Gandalf and Gandalf at he for a moment, Thorin evidently mulling it over within his head before finally, he spoke. “Very well. We’ll do it your way. Give them the contract.”

Both yourself and Bilbo began to protest as Balin produced the document. He handed it over to Bilbo who unravelled the parchment and began to scan over the words, your eyes peering over his shoulder to read it for yourself.

As Bilbo and you busied yourselves with reading over the document, Thorin had leant over towards Gandalf to whisper within his ear. “I cannot guarantee their safety.”

“Understood,” Gandalf hummed in acknowledgement.

“You’ll be left responsible for their fate.”

“Agreed.”

Bilbo began to read aloud the text, brow furrowed out of concentration, your own face screwed up slightly, straining to peer at the words.

“Terms; cash on delivery up to but not exceeding 1 14th for total profit, if any. Seems fair, uhh-“

“Shouldn’t it be changed to 1 15th if I were to join?” you questioned aimlessly.

Bilbo nodded his head in agreement before continuing. “Present company shall not be liable for injuries inflicted by or sustained as a government, thereof including but not limited to; lacerations. Evisceration?” He unfolds a piece further, reading before looking towards the group with a look of disbelief. “Incineration?!”

“Oh, aye. It’d melt the flesh off your bones in the blink of an eye,” Bofur quipped with ease.

Many more ‘encouraging and reassuring’ words were spoken by Bofur, unnerving both yourself and Bilbo, though you hid it extremely well. The moment your husband passed out, was when Bofur seemed to finally relent.

“Oh dear.” You looked towards your husband laying on the floor unconscious with concern before turning towards the others with a worried expression.

Valar forbid you allow him to go with those dwarves and that conniving wizard alone.

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If you want to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoy

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D

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LOTR / The Hobbit taglist:

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How Genshin Impact characters would react to someone flirting with you || (Liyue)

Hello everyone! I apologize for the wait but I finally finished the Liyue version ٩( ᐛ )و I was originally supposed to divide it into 2 parts but then I decided against it ( ͡°³ ͡°). Part 3 will probably be uploaded in 3 days. But in the meantime, enjouy reading! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

-E <3

Zhongli ❌💸

How he'd react to someone flirting with you really just depends on his mood

He doesn't really interfere because he knows you can handle it yourself

You two have had the person flirting with you pay or discount something you both bought on more than one occasion and he's not even ashamed of it

"Ah, my lady. Your beauty is simply etheral."

The shop owner said as you examined the jade.

You looked up from the Noctilucous Jade and met Zhongli's eyes. Completely ignoring the owner.

Zhongli's put the Jade onto the table and reached into his pouch for Mora.

Though, once he opened it; he grimaced. Once you saw his expression you realized that neither of you had enough Mora to pay for the Jade.

You cringed as you saw the amount of Mora in the pouch and looked back at the shop owner to apologize.

That was, before an idea clicked into your mind.

You then berought forth the most charming and flirtatious face you could muster and smiled at the shop owner.

"My deepest apologies Sir, but I don't think we'll be able to buy from you today. " You sighed.

The owner widened his eyes at your statement and quickly replied with

"Oh no, it's fine your can just pay any amount you have now and come back to pay for the rest! "

"Thank you so much Sir, I am forever in your debt for this. " You said as you grabbed his hands.

The owner was completely smothered by now, he had completely forgotten Zhongli's presence and was looking at you with completely entranced eyes.

If it wasn't for Zhongli's years of experience in concealing his expressions, he would probably be laughing out loud by now.

"That was quite the show my dear, I doubt that he would have noticed anything even if we had robbed his whole stall. "

Beidou 🏴‍☠️♀️

Just like with Kaeya, no one would really flirt with you since they know about your relationship with the captain of The Crux unless they're clueless

And Beidou being Beidou, would not take shit from anyone. Clueless or not

If the other person is being persistent, she doesn't really mind throwing hands

"It's a shame that you have a lover, otherwise i'd have made you mine by now. " The creep said as he grabbed both of your hands.

You leaned backwards, trying to get away from the man. You desperately scanned the area for anyone who would help you.

You then met Beido's eyes with a look that clearly read "please help me".

Once she saw you, Beido walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.

"She's mine, now let her go." She said as she glared at the man who was holding onto your hands.

"And if I don't?"

The person didn't even register anything before Beido's fist collided with his jaw.

"I ain't scared of fines, I'll fight whoever disrespects my partner"

Xiao 🔪👺

Doesn't really care if the other person is flirting with you or not

If it gets to the point of harassment he will give them a whack with his polearm

He looks like he doesn't care about you but that's just because he knows who you're going back home with

"Would you like to accompany me on my travels, my fair lady? " The traveler said as he loaded his belongings onto his cart.

"I'd have to decline the offer. I already have a lover I am devoted to. " You said with a smile as you passed him the packed food you had bought from the inn.

Xiao watched you two from the distance, he sat on the balcony if the Inn as he waited for you to bid him farewell on his missions as well.

"Were you watching me? " You said you peek at him from behind.

"I was simply making sure he was not a dangerous individual. " Xiao replied, stotic as usual.

"Are you here to bid me goodbye?" He asked as he gazed at you.

"Goodbye? Oh no, I'm going with you! "

"Even though you are hundreds of years old does not mean you are invincible. Therefore, you should refrain from fighting recklessly. "

Xingqiu ⚔📚

He usually just tells the person bothering you to back off, politely. Of course

Though, he doesn't really mind if the other person is rude or persistent; it's just an excuse for him to have a little 'fun' behind the scenes

If they're rude, they'll most likely find themselves having a number of minor inconveniences

"Sir, please let go of my partner." Xingqiu confronted the creep.

You quickly ran to his side. Not wanting to be near the man for a millisecond longer.

"And what's the pretty boy going to do to me?" He jabbed at the blue haired boy.

Although he was slightly irritated. Xingqiu paid no mind to him and walked you back to your house.

"Y/n do you recall the creep from yesterday afternoon? Yes, I received a notice that he is trying to buy brass for his stall. I convinced every merchant selling fish in Liyue to not sell him any, I also bought some brass. Would you like some? "

Chongyun ❄🍦

He doesn't really like confronting people so he'd just make up an excuse to take you away from them

If the other person decides to be start an argument, he'd try to keep his cool. Not wanting to go into the manic state he usually gets into once his body overheats

Sadly, on more than one occasion; he has lost his cool and completely and ends up causing chaos to anyone who's unfortunate enough to be nearby

It's been at least a solid 15 minutes since the guy sitting next to you have been pestering you about going with him to the Lantern Rite festival.

And for what felt like the 30th time, you declined.

You really wanted this person gone before you meet up with Chongyun but he kept following you so you just plopped down somewhere on the stone ground.

Unfortunately for you, the other person did not take the cue for him to leave but instead; had taken it as an invitation to sit down and talk with you instead.

At some point, you considered kicking him in the face but refrainwd from doing so. But now, you're regretting that decision.

"Y/n! Me and Xingqiu were looking all over for you. " Chongyun said as he ran over to you two.

The guy looked surprised as the two boys walked over you where you were sitting.

"Who are these people? " He said. As if they were the ones invading into someone's personal space.

Chongyun instantly realised the situation and whispered something to Xingqiu. He then gave you the hand signal for "Run for it" And pointed to behind him.

Almost in a flash, all of you three started sprinting away, leaving behind a very confused person.

"Thank Rex Lapis we didn't actually get into a fight this time"

Hu Tao 👻🔥

Whenever she sees someone flirting with you, she'd ask them about their health

She'd then weird them out by introducing her as the 77th director of Wangsheng funeral parlour

The person flirting with you would probably be very uncomfortable at this point and leave, but if they don't Hu Tao would hand then one of her buy 1 get 1 funeral coupons

"I simply cannot resist your beauty. " The man said as he leaned in closer to your face.

"Hello there good Sir! How is your health? " Hu Tao asked as she appeared seemingly out of nowhere and before you.

The man seemed confused at her question.

"Pardon? " He asked.

"Ah, I have forgotten that I have yet to introduce myself. Please call me Hu Tao. 77th director of the Wangsheng funeral parlour! " She introduced herself and took out her hand for him to shake.

He seemed a bit uncomfortable at the mention of funerals but nevertheless he ignored Hu Tao and went back to your conversation.

"What do you say to dinner at Wanmin Restaurant? " He pressed on, flat out ignoring Hu Tao's whole existence all together.

"Here's a coupon, it's buy one funeral, get one free. I hope I'll see you soon! " She said as she dragged you away. Leaving behind a very disturbed man.

"I should've said 'I hope to see you again businesses-wise. ' "

[muffindaddystyles]

DENTIST THE BAD BOI (PART2)

Word Count: 17k.

A/N: Heavily inspired from 90's rom-coms, so if your heart swoons out of loneliness it's not on me sistas -- doctor Harry my fav.

Summary: Y/N's much tolerable when less grumpy then more kissable, more loveable and cuddleable and Harry wants to be more than just fuck buddies that he ends up giving Y/N a tooth ache.

Pairing: Dentist Harry × Artist reader, Frenemies to bestfriends to lovers, platonic affection and loads of bestie fluff, smut and domestic love.

MASTERLIST | REQUEST FOR BLURBS FROM THIS FIC ARE OPEN | PART 1

“Yes. I want you to stay.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her words honest and full of plead, she needs him, she wants him, she wants to have him.

Harry’s lips quirks up into a loopish smile at that and he hoists his knee up and above, sinking his palms into her soft mattress besides her temple and blocks the mellow sunshine that peeks through her lace curtains. Her heart squeezes out of her rib-bones and turns gooey somewhere within her insides as her lungs fill with his minty and warm ardour and if she'd be not this flushed and throbbing between her sticky thighs she'd have cracked a dentist joke.

“Y’want me to lick y'cookie f'ye?” He gives her a bunny grin and his fingertips tickles her shoulder; milky skin twinkling at him from the neckline of her shirt that’s barely sitting there and she pouts raising her hands to smack his chest, but he grabs them and tugs her forward, tutting sternly, “I want an answer.” His foresty pupils darkens around rims and her throat turns scratchy. So, she bobs her head up and down eagerly, feeling the metal around his fingers smouldering into her wrist and the thought of it on her clit makes her mewl.

It dings his adam apple sexily and his eyes turn soft and cheeks rosy, Harry doesn’t know what she likes or not so he’s gonna start tentative and careful and gradually ease her into taking big things after, letting her drip onto sheets for hours if she’d like him edging and teasing her.

She watches him with doe-innocent eyes and Harry almost ruts his hips against the mattress from the way his cock twitches weepily -- sensitive against the fabric of his joggers.

He keeps their intense eye contact while sliding back down between her legs and cares his calloused warm palms under the back of her cushiony fleshy thighs and bends her knees up, his eyes flicker towards her tummy that exposes to him when she stretches out gracefully in reaction to his tingling touch.

Making sure she’s alright, his nimble taps her ankle and when she breathes out a whiny “yes.”,

He gropes the insides of her thighs and spreads them apart and presses them down letting her make puny noises when the cool air teases her folds, she smells so good for him, “Already such a puddle, Muffy. G'na gimme a sugar rush from ye'sweetness.” He darts his pink tongue out to moisturize his petal lip and his grunt pleased and heavy upon seeing her gush more arousal just from listening him talk.

He spreads her swollen pussylips apart with his middle and pointer finger and her chin tips towards the ceiling, mouth apart around a gasp when he glints a smirk towards her all while poking his tongue out and flattening it against her clenching entrance and licks her juices up.

“Does it feel good?” He hums nonchalantly nosing at her little button and paints his lips with her wetness. She stays a bit stiff. Not making any move and staying put in her position. Harry takes her clit between his teeth when she whimpers out and her body turns taut, her hands balling at her sides.

“Y've t’use y’words with me, moppet. It works two ways, always.” His hands reaches blindly for her wrists and he puts them over his poof of hair but it remains fisted and he rubs his big hands up and down where her thighs meets her sweet cunt, “Try t’ relax. Can y'do that fo'me, pet?”

His brows pinches together into a frown. His glistening lips from her turning into a grumpy pout when she doesn’t respond — was he unable to make her feel hot and excited? she should tell him if she didn’t like it.

“Y/N ...” He raises his head slowly from between her thighs and his jaw goes slack, his eyes bursting wide seeing her holding her breath and hiding her face underneath her forearm, “Shit. Shit. Y/N!” He’s quickly crawling towards her and sliding his hand under her back, brings her to his chest with his fingers wrapped around the nook of her elbow.

“Breathe, Sweetheart. ‘s okay.” Is this what she was talking about? Is this why she has specific days for touching herself? Poor bambi. He massages her back with tender circles and sighs in relief when he feels her chest calming down back to normal.

“Y/N ...” He pushes her away from shoulders to look down at her sternly and takes her hair into his grasp and slinks them to side, “What’s happenin’ with ye'muffy?” He gives her a downturn of lips and quirk of brow indicating her that there isn’t any escape for this time.

For fuck’s sake! He’s her bestfriend. He should know atleast that she’s alright!

He gauges for her eyes when she presses her palms into his knees and lifts her bum a tad from the sheets, shy embarrassment turning the tips of her ears pink, manipulating her toffee lip in her mouth and Harry pushes back the hair that are falling in her eyes.

She’s feeling hell load giddy and humiliated to tell him this.

Harry startles back, blinking rapidly when she squeaks out in one breath, “’M scared to hurt you!” He pulls her forward with his hand wrapped around the nape of her neck and frowns.

His touch with her tender and un-conceit, when usually he’s a domineering in bed and riles them enough for them to beg and moan pathetically for him.

“What? Scared ---.. hurt?” He tries to piece what she said together but it doesn’t make any sense. So, he guesses that he'd have to pry some more from her, “What're ye' talkin' bout muffy?” He sighs noticing the way she clenches the hem of her shirt and mumbles something but Harry’s giving her a piercing glare and it makes her ramble anxiously.

His hand affixed at her skimmed from under her shirt and his thumb keeps on circling her hip-bone.

“’M afraid that I’ll get all horny ‘n loose all my senses and be all rough with you, ending up hurtin'y and I’ll be too engulfed in pleasure that you wouldn’t be able to stop me ....” She fiddles her fingers vigorously in Harry’s hand and he's cutting her with a tut, “That’s the point silly girl.” He chuckles amused at her and she shakes her head whining up at him with a surly expression. The corners of her eyes pinkish and watery from forcing herself to feel the pleasure Harry’s tongue was devoting her.

“But, Harry ‘m not some insatiable monster!!” His heart thuds at the concerned worrisome look on her angelic features and he’s cupping her cheeks, he curses out internally to whoever told her this and his lip grouches up, “You’re not some insatiable monster. Who the fuck fed you this bullshit?” He scolds her and it makes her fleet her gaze away from him.

“You’re not —-... what the fuck, Y/N. Tell me their name so I could break their jaw.” He gasps in shock and he spits in venom. Knuckling at her chin to prop it high infront of him and doesn’t break the cogent eye contact -– his eyes full of hatred and loath for the person.

That damn person who made his Bambi, so insecure and conscious and self-degrading about herself.

“The guy –,” She stutters. He gives her an encouraging hum and she plays with his rings, she knows that he’ll never make fun of her about it and mighty be understanding.

He has always been.

But sometimes he laughs at the worst moments. Not his fault. She has adopted that habit too from living with him.

Right now though. He looks very serious and furious, it creeps heat up her throat.

“The guy I lost my virginity to. He said – he ... umm said that I hurt him when I flipped him underneath me and was being selfish asking him to you know ...?” She mumbles, uncertain if she’s putting it out right and Harry runs his fingers through his curls gripping at the roots and groans in annoyance, properly vexed.

“Firstly muffy. Virginity isn’t a thing. It’s a term made by egoistic men like that prick of a guy, secondly did he make you cum?” His voice tones down gentle and caring. He lays her down and settles her head on the pillow and she's still fisting his shirt in her hands.

He grimaces when she shakes her head, her eyes owlish and glossy pointing down, “Everything was so dry that I wasn’t able to enjoy it ...” She winces remembering it and Harry cradles her face cooing delicately, “Oh Bambi. It was, ‘cos ye' weren’t aroused enough.” But, she’s now. With Harry ontop of her and being all warm and lovey and handling her as if she’s fine china, she could feel gooey wetness sticked to her thighs.

For first time in her life. She feels relaxed and light headed talking about it.

So, she continues, “ .. and it was bit disgusting, he came all over my tummy ‘cos he didn’t have a condom.” At this he grumps, his nostrils flares and pinches the bridge of his nose to keep him sane, “What a cheap bastard!” She giggles at his outrage and he just gives a fluttery smile to her shaking his curls.

He pets the sheen on her cheek away and gazes her sincerely, “You shouldn’t trust everyone and anyone, pet. ‘S a cruel world out there.” The fact that if he’d have came inside her boils Harry’s blood -- she'd have gotten the worst thing happen to her.

He just feels so protective of her. If he’d be able to keep her safe under his shield to scare away bastards like that guy he gladly will.

“Now, hear me Bambi eyed. We never have unprotected sex with strangers and never let ‘em make y’feel bad fo' wantin’ t’be pleasured .. if two people consent fo' it then both ‘ve to fulfil eachother’s desire. Am I clear?” His tone gruff and firm. She suckles her lower lip inside her mouth and nods quickly.

Something about him commanding and lecturing her making a fire fuse in the pit of her tummy and it makes her salivate down a whimper, which sure didn’t go unnoticed by Harry’s side and his lips are quirking into vivacious grin.

He’s retreating back between her legs keeping a cautious gaze on her as if she’s a prey and one move will wither her away, “’N fo’ being rough. I like it rough. Y'could d'all of that with me without being embarrassed.” His smirk dripping with wickedness and Y/N’s head jerks back at the thought of him seeing forward to do more of this with her.

His palm lays sturdy and pressed to her belly, his puckering lips against the inside of her thigh parts around a silent groan when he feels her belly quiver.

He embeds slobbery kisses to where she’s clenched impatiently for him and he pushes his fingers against her clit and slides them up and down between her puffy folds, love creating soppy filthy noises and gives a kitten lap to her then attaches his lip to her smudgy hole murmuring against her breathily to make her feel the electricity till her core.

“Will love havin' ye'tiny fingers pullin' at me hair with a swimy brain. Buckin'y hips into my mouth begging me to ruin yer cunt with my tongue and ‘ave me dancin' on y'palm, extractin’ out glutinous grunty moans within me chest -- it’ll not be just moans, no! —- a viscous toe curlin' sound that’d rumble savagely in my throat a warning fo’ you to keep these gorgeous thighs open fo' me to eat you out as I wish and my large hands will belt ‘round y'waist digging my nails into your dimples when you'll scratch my back ‘n it’ll leave angry marks behind — a reminder fo’ you how much I fuckin' loved you being horny as the deepest burnin' of hells.” She’s panting and sobbing for a cusp of breath manoeuvring her fingers in the tufts of his silky mess of curls and tugs at it and shoves her cunt, grinding against his chin. The softness of his cheeks glittering her bones and she’s falling wider apart from him, and he grins.

Noses at her throbbing clit and sucks it in her mouth and massages her pussy with her own lubrication and how much he picks it on his tongue she’s ready to give him more and he’s moaning with fierce ruby lips wrapping around her fluttering pussy folds, moving his mouth every where and it elicits a choppy whine from her.

“Fuck. Look at'y ... s'innocent but such a dirty little girl fo' me.” He dips his fingers merely into her and swipes up a cardinal push against her spongey wall and treats it back.

It’s too much for, Y/N. Everything. His wanton words better than those audios, his warm tongue on her and the strength of his arms holding her down, his flushed out cheeks and the teasing and teetering he's doing to give her an orgasm that sprays cosmic stars into her fogginess and she doesn’t even know that cloy moans of, “yes.yes.yes.” are dripping from her and he’s boring his face back into her when he latches away from her sweet pussy with the help of his elbow.

“I want you to say it.” There’s pause in the string of her racing heart and her brows hitches in confusion, though he doesn’t give her enough time and moves her pussylips apart letting his nails graze at them gently.

She’s squealing in surprise and jolting up with exhilarating sensation when he spits at her and watches it trickle down her bum, thick and honeyed with lust-fond eyes.

She’s erupting into startled moans when he grunts spitting again and makes her little cunt the messiest thing, “Say it. Say that yer dirty little —-,” She cuts him with a sharp and whiny yawp and plunges her nails into his shoulder making him hiss through his teeth.

“I’m a dirty little girl, f'you. Just you. Just you. Just you ....” Her voice tones down into coy whispers stuffed to the pillow as her body anchors stintingly from her bed and Harry’s hand slides from her torso down her ass and gropes at it keeping her coupled to his mouth as she coats his chin and his lips and his cheeks with her cum and his own spit and he’s murmuring grittily, “Yeah moppet. Mhmp. Come in me mouth. Fill it all, such a good girl.” He nips and tucks at her making her satiate through her high and places a kiss to her clit for the last time when she thrashes from sensitiveness before moving away.

“Sensitive lil thing ye'r.” He murmurs rubbing her thighs to coax her down and feels goosebumps prick on her skin, glances up and finds her a beautiful colour of pink and peach and her hair nested as a halo on the pillow.

She’s just so beautiful in many ways, it aches his heart.

He’s flopping to her side and poking her cheek earning a tick of ravenous smile and he watches as her irises moves under her closed lids.

“That was ... hmm.” She hums sluggishly knuckling at her eyes and Harry muses out a chuckle, before she could come up with a dentist joke he's cracking it himself sensing her gears working in that tiny head of hers, “Very filling?” That makes her hide her face into his neck and giggle.

“Yeah. Could say that.” She rests her chin on his shoulder and poses her brows questioningly when his stuffy pocket pokes at her thigh, “What’s that?” He didn’t realise he was too swamped in admiring the specks of her hazelness pouring with sunlight and he’s blinking back to re-start himself.

“Oh! This ..?” He’s taking out it slowly and she’s whining and shaking him to hurry up and he’s giggling at how impatient she could get when curious.

She holds it infront of her and it’s a cute green beanie with a little gucci embroidered at where it gets folded and her smile dejects when Harry speaks, “One of my colleagues gifted me this as a birthday present.” Why didn’t she thought about gifting him this for his birthday? Not that she has money for Gucci but they've been celebrating for three years and not once she didn’t get an idea that he wears beanies alot and mighty would like it?

Anyway, it’s far better than the painting of snowy and a mason jar filled with candy wrappers having her appreciations and dentist jokes written to their backside she gifted him, Y/N pouts thinking how she could’ve get him something useful.

Harry doesn’t care about materialistic things. He says that you could buy them anytime and that money is just the murk of your palm, it goes away in one wash -- the little shows of affection always are by your side in hard times.

“Hey Muffy...” He's yawning nudging her side noticing how she zones out and away from him, “D'ya have some chamomile tea?” Her chin slips from her shoulder at the sudden rasp.

“What? Why?” She gazes him. His body slumpy and tired over her and his mouth ajar cutely, she scratches his scalp lightly and swears that he let out the softest purr.

“Was in the operation theatre fo' hours now, just came from there -- emergency case. It was bad.” He emphasizes it getting a lisp a bit and she sits up closer to him.

“What happened to the person? She asks hoping they’re okay and have any hopes for recovery.

He just fiddles away the beanie from her grip and covers her head with it folding and adjusting it over her ears, “Not tellin' ya ...” He murmurs rubbing his nose into her arm and sniffs her saccharine scent. He knows that she doesn’t take the stories from his workplace well and it keeps her awake at nights, then she’s visiting the patient herself and Harry have to drag her out of his hospital every damn time.

She cares too much. Even for strangers. She’s too kind for her own sake and Harry thinks sometimes being selfish should be the latter option.

He squints open his one eye feeling her gaze fixated on him and huffs a lil, his little stubborn bambi, she wouldn’t let it go, “Fine. They were comin' back from a party and were high maybe -- car crashed badly dentin' towards the passenger’s side ‘n totally dislocated her jaw, now y’promise me you aren’t gettin' too worrisome ‘bout her because she’s okay.” Saying this he's cuddling back into her and she smiles a bit petting his back.

“Whatever, you say Dr. Styles.” He didn’t even need a tranquilizing tea anymore. Her warmth and squishiness was more than enough to lull him into a peaceful slumber.

..

It’s an otiose Saturday morning. Harry and Y/N just gobbled down oatmeal she made (topped with kiwis, mangoes and strawberries Harry brought from market and threw the bag in her lap) it had too much of coconut and sugar layer than necessary, according to Harry.

While she cleaned the countertops Harry fed and kissed the crowns of each one of their cat, yet again they were left with nothing to do —- that's how Y/N ended up straddling his waist, his jaw fit in her palm and his eyes half-open funnily as she applies a liner at his lid with her pink tongue poked out in concentration.

“Stop movin’,” She snits out in a huff and the skirts of his lips alleviates up into a cheeky evil grin, his hands pawing at her hips and his intentionally dirty gaze flitters down where her nipples are perking from the flimsy shirt and almost presses to his throat, “How'm supposed to when y’tits are ready to lactate me mouth?” Blush creeps up at her cheeks at his overweening and she wanted to give out an “Oh.” Instead grips his baby curls and steadies him, squishing his cheek in doing so as if he’s her toy.

“You better shut up, or ‘m gonna shove my feet up that smug mouth of yours.” She grumps to her own self when her fingers begins to twitch feeling her ear fill with hotness, “And what makes y’think ‘m not into that?” He rockets his brows priggishly with a grin that just screams he’s about to have a upper hand in this banter of their.

“Harry you disgraceful, man!” She whines trying to pull his face upright – he’s doing it on purpose trying to push her buttons and his eyes widens in feign hurt, “’M a very holy man!” His one eye adorned with charcoal coloured liner making him look adorable.

He’s far from any of that. They both know it. He’s a nerd slut if Y/N could put into words correctly.

“Yeah. Holy piece of a shit.” She grumbles pressing her bent knee into his side and quips a happy “Tada!!” grabbing the little from beside him and almost shoves it in his face demanding him to look at himself.

Harry brings his lips together and whistles looking at himself, “My murals should be painted everywhere in the city,” Y/N rolls her eyes. Nibbling down a scoff at his narcissism desperate to jump out and points at herself with a shrug of shoulders -- silently trying to telepath with him.

“What?” He murmurs nonchalantly angling his face to have a better look at him.

“Where’s the praise for artist?”

“Why need't when y'know ‘m an art myself.” His rims shine shamelessly and he nips the flesh of his cheek to stifle down a bashful cackle at her retort.

“You’re being too bold for a person who combusts in his pants just by getting his back scratched.” She arches her brow pruriently at him and he shakes his head, brushing the belly of his nose with his knuckle and when he gazes back at her -- she knows that she’s fucked fucked.

“Says who. The dirty little girl who's sitting on her bestfriend’s cock in her panties and shirt that’s doin’ nothin' but makin'y nipples button out shamelessly.” He tuts carnally, sinking into the plush cushions and man-spreads himself so wide Y/N could feel him pressing between her folds. His smirk rottenly sinful and evil and Y/N's palm automatically jams against his torso with a weepy mewl forehead falling against his clavicles.

She wanted to argue that he’s clad in boxers too but all of her sanity went out of the window when he teasingly grinded their crotches together.

“Y'want t'be treated like a bunny, who loves to hop on dick and fucked till you’re just a soft mush -- don't ya?” His hoarse drawl makes her bob her head eagerly making him chuckle and she’s tightening her thick thighs around his waist, hiding her face into the dive of his nice warm smelling neck and keeps her lips sponged to his skin making him grip on her hips with brutal force.

She’s just so sweet to Harry. A hot pink puddle at his mere touch and all clingy to him, shrinking into him with shyness and all of this just stirs his cock angrily sensitive.

He’s always getting a stiffy thinking about her and her honeyed taste he got to lap on and he's always smelling one of his pillows that has her fragrance loaded on it, while cupping his balls and stroking his cock lazily and hard, with other.

Though his assertive words wavers into a whimperish groan when Y/N takes her face out and gazes him with doe-warm eyes, “I w'na make you feel good.” Harry throbs under her and fattens against his own belly and feels her soaking against his boxers.

“Y'do? ‘s okay —.” His chest heaves with ragged breathes from anticipation and yearn and he knows that taking care of himself would be a torture if she’d tell him a, “no.” But then he isn’t that of a prick and is awfully happy to get what he’s getting, their infinite proximity.

His head teeters back and his pelvis buckles up when she clutched the hem of his sweatshirt and uttered a poutsih, “please..” She’s nourishing a breath and gazing up at him with glossy chocolate eyes blabbering while swivelling herself slowly ontop of him, “You’re looking s' pretty and cato eyes -—.. and you’re stuffed against me s'good. I want –- I want to make y'feel amazing.” Harry’s choking a growlish moan and the urge to just throw her on couch and snug his large cock deep within her.

Her brows pinches together and she has him grabbed from shoulders while she looks between them, listening to his purry hisses and lewd moans, it makes her redden her lip –- she could see his bulbous sherbet coloured tip coated in his own arousal wrestling out of his boxers as the fabric bunches and loosens down with each stroke of her cunt against him.

“Y'want to make me feel, amazin'? Fuck. You’re devastatin' me love -- yeah, mhmph hump me prick moppet.” Her eyelids lust filled and she moans against his chin as he breathes out a euphoric smile and Y/N gains a new confidence pushing herself down on his cock harder and firmer and faster.

The fabric of his boxers tickling his wet slit and he’s smushing his cheek into her soft chest, hugging and murmuring nonsense against her when Y/N sneaks her hand down and fills her hands with his heavy cum loaded balls and Harry doesn’t know how she was able to press him under the pad of her pinky in a span of minute.

Because he’s begging all for her mercy.

He howls a whine when she sucks his earlobe wetly and grazes it to speak in the sweetest yet licentious seductiveness and Harry’s almost naked under her, “Jeez. Hmm. Yes, just like that –- Bambi. My Bambi. Makes me feel — oh fuck!” His knuckles white from where he's groping the cheek of her ass and guiding her where her mound nudges him more good and drafts him straight to heaven.

“Tell me, huh. Who’s the dirty one now?” She smirks squeezing his balls yanking the sweaty ringlets on the base of his neck and they’ve their bodies on eachother, their hands on eachother and Y/N had an audacity to compete.

He’s trashing his spine into a curve and pulling her back down on his dick. She squeals when his cock grazes her pantie line and slips up and down against her cushiony thigh slobbering it with his pre-come.

“Me, me! Fuck .. pet, ‘s me ...” His hand tightens around her ribs and his hand tightens around her ribs and he’s dragging her back and forth -- socked toes curling and teeth gnawing at the pudding of her cheek. His thighs quaking and his strong forearms brings her closer to his chest, as the pressure coils in his stomach and the gentle caress and guttural bite on the slop of his collarbone was enough to burst spurts of cum in his boxers and it quenches onto his tummy and to the inside of her thighs making a sloppy mess.

“Shit.” He mutters through a chuckle. His chin butted atop her head and she giggles moving away.

Her shirt ridden up, her panties bunched up into her ass-cheeks and Harry admires her with a celestial flush on his skin and she circles her fingers together.

She just rode his prick dry and looks like she did the most innocent thing in the world.

“’M g'na go clean myself.” Harry smiles at her squealing pitch and then realization dawns upon him, she’s talking about his jizz on her tickling her skin getting flustered and knackered feeling it. Though, it’s not only his jizz but her panties are drenched into her own salvation making it see through and her wet pussy on display.

He just gulps and nod, like an atta puppy.

..

Lavish green leaves rustles together, the soil of green-belt moist and watered recently, early morning sky swirls of blues and it’s beautiful it really is the weather isn’t too sunny – the silence in his car is comforting too and the rum of his breath makes her feel nostalgic.

But, she wanted to sleep her arse off on Sunday and do nothing and be proud of being idle whole day. Harry had different plans though –- he was jumping on her bed making her wobble on it in her sleepy state and dragged her to washroom how much she whined and fought with him.

“Oh. C’mon now, muffin .. it’ll be fun, Ni would be there too.” He tries to reason her and she just brings her knees up into her and closes her eyes, muttering in monotone.

“Nothing’s fun about golfing, Harry.” It’s little get together of his colleagues and the doctors from his hospital and Harry thought he'd die from boredom if he wouldn’t bring her with him, he isn’t one bit of interested into old men talking about how their third wife drools over them – he isn’t very fond of lies.

“Not even me? How could y’say no to me?” He gasps dramatically. Scrunched his nose and twitches his lips in fake offend.

She opens her eyes for a moment and stares at him, “Just like that,” Pinches his elbow and shrugs nonchalantly.

“Harry, no.”

“Yeah, Whatever.” He rolls his lips between his fingers and takes a turn and when they reach he's putting sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, unfolding her arms that are wrapped around herself and nudges her to be less grumpy.

“’Ve a reputation yeah .. be less frumpy.” She pokes her tongue out and Harry lurches his hand forward scaring her that he'd grab it.

“Those dilfs already kisses the tips of my shoes.” She hops out of the car and clasps her hands atop of her head stretches out and yawns out loudly.

Harry’s head perks up alarmingly at that from the boot of his car and he swings the golfing kit on his shoulder and rolls his eyes from under his sunnies, pushing her forward with a small hand on her back.

“Yeah, more like grandpas.” The thought just makes him feel icky and utterly gross – imagining those old doctors —- no he completely wants to brain wash himself.

“Bet, their willies would need heavy assistance —-,” He’s grinning abrasively down at her and she winced swatting his chest, “Harry!” She’s wiggling out of his hold and striding towards where Niall is waving them in utter excitement.

Harry pouts and stomps behind her, calling out for her to slow down and scowls when a grin makes a way at her face as Niall hugs her.

Niall showed her his little nips and tricks. While Harry looked at them with needy eyes from far stuck between the bunch of boring doctors and dentists and his lips visibly downturns when Niall trips and Y/N’s falling on her bum, clutching onto her side with a belly aching laugh.

Ni helps her stand back and it was when a women in pink sports short and Nike tee trudged towards them and Harry at the same moment and Y/N just stares with confusion as they hug and she’s smiling up at him brightly.

“Sorry. I lost the time check.” Harry’s parting away with a shrug, “Not tha' somethin’ special occurred.” and Y/N’s doe-curious eyes remains fixed on them and he's introducing the unknown women to her and Niall’s poking her side to revive her back to mighty world.

“Muffy? She’s one of my colleagues, Holly.” Y/N startled a bit then gives out a nervous smile forwarding her hand to shake it with her and Holly’s pony flails comically from the action.

Soon, she’s turning her attention back towards Harry and smiling up at him questioningly, “Did you rest well after leaving the hospital on Friday?” Y/N just fumbles with Harry’s rings on her knuckles -- not sure if she should go back to golfing with Niall or stay to take part in little conversation because Niall is growing very antsy.

“Yeah. I did, actually .... very well if y'ask so,” Harry's shimmering gaze lurks back on Y/N and she internally groans when he smirks remembering the event and she wants to glare him from the side of her eye.

She’s stepping aside quickly when Holly passes by them and towards the table full of breakfast and beverages.

She pours two cups of coffee and adds two teaspoon of sugar, handing one to Harry and Y/N wants to retort that he doesn’t like coffee and hell not that amount of sugar.

“And Y/N what would y'like coffee, tea?” Holly asks her and Y/N just chuckles gingerly when Harry looks ike he's about to gag when he takes the first sip.

“I don’t drink coffee.” Holly looks like she just saw the end of the world and Y/N holds back from rolling her eyes at her, she's giving her an aura that she doesn’t like Y/N even a bit.

“No? Why?”

“Guess I never needed that much caffeine, my job doesn’t require staying up late and all that ...” Holly sips on her coffee and leans against a chair raising a her brow at her and then asks.

Her style being uptight and arrogant just not sitting right with, Y/N.

“What is your profession?” This ferals Y/N into her thinking pot, is that even a profession? She doesn’t really know and she’s in her own headspace when Harry’s soft eyes worms back to his bambi and his eyes glints with ever proud and his smile toothy and bunny as he puts the cup aside speaking with a hint of fond.

“She’s an artist. A very talented one.” Holly arches her brow at him and hums then looks back at her -- as if she didn’t heard him right.

“So, you make art for living?”

“I do it beacuse I like doing it, just like you.” Y/N chips up and Harry just thinks his admiration grows terribly more every day for her -- because of the passion about anything she holds in that big heart of hers, the way her cheeks rubies up and brows sets into concentration.

That shuts Holly and her train of personal irritating questions.

“Hey! We aren’t here fo' some princess tea party -- can we please, go back to golfing!?” Niall finally bursts like a balloon from annoyance and Y/N's giggling and hooking her arm into his elbow, “You’re sucha cry baby.” She coos and tries to walk him back to pitch but then her gait stutters when Holly asks Harry in an expectant tone.

“Did you like my present?” Why does it layers her chest with mucky awful feeling, her stomach itself tottering and she just huffs thinking how that present sits in her drawer and she’s the one that wears it instead of Harry.

“Oh, I liked it, thank you.” Fucking liar. Y/N just shakes her head and chuckles ironically because he forgot about it the moment he gave it to her.

Y/N’s toes itches with an impulse to expose Harry infront of her.

Where’s that feisty Harry ready to bite anyone expect her and his little group of friends? What did this job do to him? Oh my goodness! Why Y/N is hating all of this so much, why why why!?

Y/N's completely being an over dramatic (she knows that) but she couldn’t help but be bitter about this Holly “oh I could woo Harry just by giving him some beanies from an overly expensive brand.” Gahk! Not in a millennia.

“’Kay, pet now you make yer goal.” Niall shouts squinting to get rid of sunlight in his eyes and Y/N was so engulfed in thinking of how the slight interest and undivided attention of Harry towards Holly makes her feel woozy and something that’s indescribable, until now. That’s when someone came behind her bended figure she – almost making her squeal but he’s shushing her sweetly -- the corner of his lips pressing to the side of her hairline and he takes in her fresh lilies scent.

Two soft beautiful boned structure hands comes raking from her shoulders down her wrists, jostling her almost as he wraps his hands around her sweaty ones and brings the golf club back in air.

“Let's fill those holes together,” His smooth rasp prickles the hair on her body in a most stinging way and she's subsiding down a blush, frowning and unfrowning to concentrate back on playing -- but it’s a fucking torture when his bulging member prominent from his tight little shorts lines up against her bum teasingly.

He was very aware of the big problem that stood between them and she’s turning with his arms still on either side of her -- doing a little knocking on his chest to gain his attention.

“You’ve —-... umm ..” She stammers. Cheeks peachy and her smile nervous. Harry hums in dither gazing down at her softly and that flusters her to living heavens.

Then his eyes follows where she’s staring in curiosity and gentleness and as if she’s ready to take him in her mouth right then and there.

He’s got a stiffy and that in public!

“Oh shit. Sorry, I wasn’t awa —-,” He's creating a little distance between them but she’s quick to grab the hem of his shirt and pulling him closer back to her, “No. No. ‘s okay. I could ‐—.. I could help you ....,” She mutters in a tizz with a hitchy breath and Harry’s dimples indents, cushy smile dancing on his lips and his pinky’s swiping the loose tresses behind her ear.

“If you want to...” She doesn’t know what’s making her more anxious the fact he'll brush her off or that he'll accept her help, but this latter option fills her insides with gales of mushiness and it makes her unsettle her footing.

“I’d love that.” He grins and she’s smiling up at him and Harry screams internally like a teenager at how she manages to be so tender and silken like a gorgeous doll in the most filthiest situations.

He keeps her infront of him to hide the potential tent in his shorts that appeared from no-where, he's being sly and clearly knows that where it came from --- from gawking her peach ass till it wasn’t printed in his mind and he didn’t even know when he was drooling at the thought of squishing her asscheeks and rolling his thumb against her puckering hole and imagining her cute lil whines for him to bore down his thumb into her till she feels his lion ring against her flesh, throwing her hips at him more —- shut up!

Though when the group of men stops them with their evil gazes on his little bambi and they’re smirking up at Harry in mischievousness, “Where you sneakin' Y/N too?” They hollered and Harry had to ball his hand on her hips and bite back from rolling his eyes sharply and rudely,

Because who the fuck they’re to ask? He could take her anywhere and why they do act like they fucking know Y/N from summat eternity, that makes him want to snap at these snobs and warn them not to ever take a step near her.

Ofcourse, he’s very well aware that their intentions towards his sweet bestfriend are evil and filthy -- he wants to punch each one of them at that.

“Just to show ‘er the lake behind,” He's giving them a tight lipped smile and leaving them baffled without giving them more to talk and Y/N giggles at his huffy-ness and pets his knuckles feeling his skin beginning to fume and turn hot against her neck.

Moments later, he's sitting on the bench of empty steam room carmine lips parted and plush are mooched to Y/N's upper belly, his long arms tipsy around her thighs and hair floppy caramel and his palm splays on the side of her waist under her shirt coveting his nails lightly into her pudgy skin – as her soft hand stays dipped into his shorts and she strokes him in gradual pace.

He’s jerking back hitting his head against the vertical mirror that covers the whole wall when she presses her thumb into his palpating tip of cock to coax out his white stickiness and uses it to coat and lube his dick and caress it, “’S’okay c’mere, honey. You’re okay.” She coos cupping the nape of his neck and brings him back to let him bury his face into her pulpy body and kisses his hair, sliding her hand under his jaw to soothe him.

Harry moans uncontrollably and tries to muffle them with choked sobs upon hearing her go all soft on him and he thinks, “honey” Is his new favourite word from now on coming from her mouth and he wants to be called honey from her all the time.

She doesn’t know where the confidence of sweet talking to him came from but the menace for Holly and her being overly sugary with him, just poked her in weird place and she wants to claim where he belongs.

To her.

Always her.

“Bet, your big cock was all achy and weepy for my attention.” She pouts slopping all the way down to his chubby shaft and tightens her grip jerking him speedily. Harry bobs his head vigorously and eagerly hugging her ever close and babbles wetly so she scratches his scalp and almost raises her hips into him when his happy and satisfied mewls fuses into her ears.

“Been —-.. been, fuck!” He gasps bolting shut his eyes when she widened her slick palm down and massaged his heavy taut balls – shaking them playfully with a giggle bitten down her throat, “Been thinkin' ‘bout you whole lot – yer such a doll.” He sighs and she sponges a peck to the side of his forehead.

“Yeah?” Her eyes glints with adore and meekness for him and when he nods with euphoric slipped eyes and rosy cheeks snuggling himself into her she mighty cried a lil.

“G’na cum for me? In my hand? Been treating you so good, honey. Love your cock –- always oozy and slick for me and your moans —- can y'moan fo' me? Show them on whose pinky you’re wrapped on.” She’s breathless but the tenderness and fondness in her voice never fades and Harry’s almost tomato grinding his hips on the bench fucking himself into her palm and brags his teeth together hissing through it.

“G'na cum. G’na cum fo'y and —- oh!” Guttural heavy loud moans are eliciting down his tongue and he’s groaning and whimpering and thrashing under Y/N shooting his gloopy spunk inside her palm and she doesn’t stop, coating his whole eternity with his own cum and digs out some more droplets from his tummy to soak into the pride that she’s the reason he’s this fucked up and ravenous and shaking under her.

She’s throwing her legs on either side of his thighs next and he’s gazing at her intensely from under his thick lashes with lovingness all slumped against the mirror and she’s ducking down to stitch her nose up against his nose and giving him an eskimo kiss and Harry’s lips accommodating back for a nice breather are tingling to lean in and place them on hers in a dotting heart swarming kiss but a knock's interrupting them and she’s quipping back a squeal and jumping on her toes.

Guess she'd just clean her fingers by licking them since there’s no water.

..

Y/N was painting one of her commission works and for her coming exhibition when Truggers came meowing at her and scraping onto floor, “What d'you want bub?” She asks wiping her fingers on the rag and puts the brush into water cup.

She follows Truggers to their bassinet and almost slips straining her ankle from rushing panicked towards Tum who's jerking in his sleeping position.

She hawks in shock, fear and trembling horror. Her ears deafening. She’s shouting at him and shaking him with tears in her eyes, “Tums? Tummies? Baby!! Wake up!” She cries but the cat doesn’t respond.

“No. No. No!!” She shakes her head sobbing loudly bringing her knees up to her chest and holds her head in her hand not knowing what to do, she calls Rori and she doesn’t even know how much time passed and Rori's hugging her and comforting her taking other kittens to room so they don’t see Tums.

“Call Harry! Call him, please, please, please .... Rori ....” She sobs feeble and painful into Rori's neck and she shushes Y/N. She really tries to but she knows that only Harry could manage to calm her down and she rings him many many times but he doesn’t pick up.

“Harry! I’ve been calling you for ages for fuck’s sake where are you?” So, when he's excusing himself telling that he was having lunch and Holly’s voice is booming through Rori's phone Y/N’s heart drops and shatters into gazillion pieces.

She may not be in right mind, but she’s seriously hurt because Harry never in million years ignore her calls.

Guess having lunch was far important than her or her calls.

It just makes her cry more.

“Wait. What’s happening?” Goosebumps layers on his skin when he hears Y/N crying and he walks away without telling Holly he’s heading out.

“Harry ... Tums, he died in his sleep.” Harry halts in his tracks. Staring at the parking sign blankly and his eyes fills with tears and his breath shudders as he tries to speak, “’M coming.”

..

Rori left and took Tums with her after tucking Y/N in bed and making sure she’s okay.

Her ears perks up when the door clicks softly accompanied by low sniffles and it pools more moisture in her eyes and the tears trick down her chin and onto pillow — because hearing him cry is just so agonising.

“Muffy ...” The mattress dips behind her and he’s scooching close to her planting his cheek against her shoulder.

His warmth melts her but she recoups wiping her eyes dry and wavers in a thorny voice, “Go away.” She distances herself from him and turns stiff.

“Moppet, please ...” He protests and she hampers herself from snapping at him.

“Go away, Harry. Leave!!” She's muffling her cries into pillow and when she faces him – Harry's chin wobbles because his muffy looks terrible and awfully sad and it’s breaking him weakly and perfectly.

“Why don’t y'go back to whatever you were doing with Holly!” She gasps moistly for a breather and Harry stands up, nose red and runny and eyes bloodshot.

“Jus’ say yer’ jealous.” He wants to be fierce with her about what she said but his voice barely comes out without being shaky and his heart is full of sorrow.

“And if I say I’m, then what?” She’s pathetically hiccupping (continuously) so much her neck hurts and she has never sound so uncertain and pleading and expectant to know if he might love her?

That if there’s something more between them than just providing eachother pleasure and being eachother’s missing half when they were lonely.

More, than just two bestfriends being eachother’s back of the hand.

He doesn’t respond and she shouts for him to stop and answer her and throws a cushion towards him, but he just leaves her to it.

Harry’s just worried she isn’t ready to take either of his confessions well.

..

Snowy sits in her lap. Max and Luna (Rori's girlfriend) are wrestling onto the mattress they took from Harry's bed and laid on the floor, (which he'd grump about when he'll be too pissy to move it back in the late night).

He’s been cranky and acting proper ratty with anyone and everyone he comes to interact with since that day.

He felt like his world turned upside down because now everything’s just against him, his milk gets soggy every morning and all of his socks and hoodies are at his little thief's home and snowy takes revenge from him for hurting Y/N by pissing on his shoes everytime he’s about to leave.

Cherry on creamy top!

He just couldn’t stop thinking about his bambi and might have chewed his fourty years old assistant ears with his rambling of Y/N and his endearment for her and unfortunately he just ficked up bad.

“’M so hungry. If Ni will cheat another round on me, I’ll be munching on his toes!!” Y/N exclaims huffing out and kicking Niall in shin as they were playing Mario cart and he’s been winning for an hour just by his cheating tricks.

They all got together after many days at Harry’s flat while he was at the duty and he promised them that he’d bring pizzas with him and now it’s almost 12 and they’re waiting and waiting in anticipation for him to arrive.

When the door knob jiggles everyone’s jumping up and scrambling closer to the door because they all are that hungry and Harry’s hands are piled with pizza boxes, soon their hungry excited expressions are dulling into annoyance and viscid displeasure when Holly peeks from behind Harry.

Still all of them manage to plant fake smiles and everyone’s greeting her.

“What took you guys s'long?” Y/N speaks lowly through a forced smile the one that doesn’t reaches her eyes and doesn’t make them appear as they are pools of earthly soil, “Oh .. we just stopped to buy some muffins -- Harry told me how much you like them, Bambi.” Oh fuck. There goes the pressure cooker blasting and rattling through each and every wall of this room and the tension thickens around and Luna's coughing and everyone is just treading back to their spots awkwardly and with disappointed sorry sighs for Holly because if before Y/N didn’t hold a grudge against Holly now she’d.

Because, for fuck’s sake!!! Nobody, calls her that except Harry!

It was their own intimate little sweet love name that Harry calls her and her only.

Not even their friends.

Not even Niall.

Just him.

Him.

Him.

And.

Him.

Now, she just came from out of the fucking blue and popped their bubble of intimacy and Y/N feels like one of those anime characters where they've a frown hanging on their head larger than their size and there’s fire enveloping them before she bursts out in rage and scream at Holly and Harry too.

She sighs. She’s far better than creating a scene and gladly accepts the box of muffins from Holly whose smile is overly sugar coated and this is what Harry says when he tells her he doesn’t like sugar in much amount – it’s irksome, Y/N’s talking about humans specifically.

“’s not even my favourites.” She mumbles staring at the vanilla strawberry muffins and Holly just shrugs and Harry gets tensed keeping his voice hushed while Rori and Him unboxes the pizzas in the kitchen, “Just thought a change would be good.” Y/N’s throat clogs up just at that. She finds it hard to even gulp down the piercing emotions piling up there.

Y/N just hates changes.

Holly wants to change everything about Harry and his surroundings, even this dinky flat he lives in —- he’s a dentist why’d he live here?

Holly tries not to grimace.

“You know Y/N hates changes, Harry I know that you guys might not be serious but we all are well aware that you too —-- fuck, Harry! Why are you fucking it up!” Rori whisper yells at him as they throw the empty boxes frantically and hurriedly to go back to living room and handle the situation before it gets out of hand.

“Ontop of that. Why did ya bring, Holly with you!? She isn’t ... well she isn’t much par to any of our likings.” Harry just runs his hands through his curls and he knows that it’s afflicting Y/N, his baby muffy who wouldn’t even see him in eye since that incident and he really wishes that all of this ends soon.

“What d'I do!? she’s my staff head and I’ve to play nice to her.” He squeaks out in a bit panic and he’s exhausted and tired and really running out of his Bambi's cuddles but she wouldn’t even let him set foot in her flat.

Even though how much he argued that, “Remember y’said this’s our one big home? Well I could be in me home whenever I want.”

Though when they're out with bright smiles and announcing that food is here, acting as if him and Rori didn’t just had an ASMR argument in kitchen.

Harry’s heart. The each chamber of his heart got cut up into pieces and fell somewhere in his stomach when he hands the plate to Y/N and she takes it without meeting his eyes, starving him off her sweet butterflies wooshing smile and tries to avoid from getting any physical contact between their fingertips and cuddles back into Ni's side as if she’s utterly cold.

She’s jealous and hurt and furious that Harry has mighty revealed their intimate nitty gritty details to Holly.

All of that aside. She’s very sad and lost and feels lonely all over again because she has no-idea that what are they, where they stand out of their bestfriends bubble and if whatever happened between them was fever dream?

“What happened, pet? Not hungry? Y'were ‘bout to munch us alive seconds ago.” Niall chuckles gingerly and nudges her as she just hovered her pizza on her plate and never brought it to her mouth.

Harry wipes his hand on his jeans listening that and Holly’s side eyeing him gauging for his reaction and her face hitches up into displeasure when he stands up and strides towards Y/N in two long steps.

“D'ya want another flavour? Is it cold? We could order somethin' else if you want to ....” His voice caring and antsy and he’s contemplating whether to sit beside her and coax her to eat but she’s chewing onto it and shrugging, speaking with a mouth full and yet again never sparing him a single glance.

“No, ‘m good.”

Holly judges Y/N’s battiness and locks up the urge to roll her eyes at this girl who Harry’s so whipped for -- she could ramp him under her feet (which Y/N would never – Holly’s just a mean ass who likes to think negatively about everyone) and he'd still beg her to do it all over again.

Holly just loves to be a victim in situations where she doesn’t even have a role, but still tries to fit in as a victim.

The truth is. She wants Harry bad. And, it’s all written clear on her face.

Their hang out didn’t take the route they planned for it to be and Y/N was heading out early conscious of Harry’s gaze on her all the time when Rori yelled enthusiastically with a bright proud grin, “Everyone's invited to Y/N's painting exhibition on Sunday, aren’t we Y/N!?”

Harry’s head snaps towards each of his friends like a lost puppy and when all of them are smiling and nodding their heads in agreement his eyes just brawls out and he feels like crying and throwing a tantrum because she didn’t tell him about it! and even if not, he didn’t got a chance to be the first one to tell her how proud he’s of her.

Rori winces when Harry rushes behind Y/N and the door's shutting behind leaving them in awkward silence again.

“You didn’t care t’tell me? ‘s such a big mo' fo'y.” He scowls. Folding his arms infront of his chest and Y/N grumbles stomping her feet onto floor.

“You were too busy —-..”

He knows what’s about to come next. The taunt and fight and something heartbreaking that’d slip from their tongues and hurt them brutally and part them away, “Baby.” He’s sighing rubbing the knot on his forehead and him calling her baby was enough to mush her into a candy floss.

“Yell at me. Punch me. Brake me nose. D'ye thing but pleaseee don’t gimme a silent treatment ...,” His eyes glossy and Y/N kinda feels remorseful and she might not give into him that easily but she isn’t to be blamed because she’s just so putty in his embrace and he could win her heart all over again as many times he wishes.

Though when she’s speaking to him after long period of four days and nine hours and cursing him out he’s still very thankful and gleeful grinning and scooping her up in his arms, “You’re a downright asshole you know that? One of our baby cat died and you were too busy havin' lunch with that, witch.” She isn’t hiding her hatred for Holly anymore and Harry cackles infuriatingly loud and brushes his cheek against her neck.

“’M sorry. Not g'na do tha' evea' again swear on me life.” He mumbles coherently.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” He’s hooking their pinkies together and kissing them to seal the affirmation.

..

Harry loves BDSM. Something he explored upon lurking around a sex club when he was right about to turn eighteen, of which oh so Y/N's savvy about from all those nights where she could be able to hear guys and girls howling like they got fucking murdered even sitting in the farthest cubby of her own home.

She'd not argue to him about that because of her shyness and second the music that she used to blast through speakers while painting, so they were equal.

He was quite peculiarly never interested in having romantic relationships with people -- he was just interested in what’s between their legs and sometimes their mouth.

But with Y/N. With Y/N he wants to make love to her. Lit sweet warm scenting candles that’d sheen their skins with ardour and have vases filled with flowers and cook her a dish she likes – then they share a glass of wine (optional) if they want to remember it all.

He wants to have every nice and warm thing with her, things he never got to experience.

He wants to love.

To love her.

He never really exposed himself to words like amity, adoration and intimacy. Thinks that those words are too big for his heart which’s too compact for someone to build a home in.

He hated certain stuff. On purpose. Like scrabble when his father and his friends made fun of him for liking scrabble and he kicked that shit so hard it tensiled into space — or he thinks so because he never saw it laying on his childhood floor ever after that.

Then again, Y/N came into his life and brought his scrabble back (teased him that she stole it from some kid that lives downfloor) they play whenever they could and ends up fighting everytime because, zzz isn’t a word but Harry claims it is for people who snores like they're gonna choke into their pillow next moment.

He hated interacting with people. Don’t even have an idea how he got these bunch of maniacs as his friends and then Y/N, he just thinks she’s made specially for him only carved from the cream of tenderness, beauty of love and sent upon to him like an Angel.

Harry hates sugar. But, yet again he likes no scratch that -- he loves Y/N so it doesn’t even matter.

At the moment when he’s crowded by gushing and whispering and laughing people. Praising and chatting and loving on his Bambi —- he feels like the word hate never existed in his life because all he could feel his heart is floating in copious amount of love for his Bambi as he stands in the corner letting his eyes admire her in affection.

He takes a sip of white wine from his glass and hisses when plays with his earlobe out of instinct and ends up prodding himself from where he pierced his ear two hours ago.

A smile so tiny but full of elation and lilac-ness twirls on his relaxed face upon reminiscing it – his eyes falling at her trousers and he gives himself an imaginary pat on back.

“You’re gonna repay me by ironing my trousers.” She told him standing between his parted legs and he scooted closer to the edge of counter and grabbed her teeny hands compared to his's and puts them over his thick thighs, “Whateva' y'say ma'am. ‘course now ye’re ‘bout to become a sexy artist with her own gallery ‘n all tha’.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes dabbing the cotton ball with alcohol and swapped his soft earlobe with it.

“’S not mine.” She murmurs and Harry woven his fingers with her's and tugged her forward. Lips brushing her temple and he shrugged, speaking, there’s nothing for her to be insecure about, if no one's proud of her, he is, he always gonna be, “Does it matter? Those paintings are yours. That room will be filled with your talent – ye're g'na own one soon, mark me words.” His grip tightened when she rubs her hand at his chest to warn him beforehand and he feigned that he’s scared and horrified to make her anxious about it.

“You’re sick in head you know that?” She mumbles grounding down the shakiness of her wrist as she poked the needle through his earlobe and his voice just did a lil loopy-loop as he spoke, “Yeah ... many patients tell me when I don’t give ‘em enough anaesthetic and rip their teeth out.” She blinked up at him with wide eyes and smacked him when he just slumped down against the mirror if nothing happened, his rims floaty and blown out.

Sometimes he jokes too seriously it startles, Y/N.

“You could say an ouch, atleast. Big man.” She giggled taking the needle out and puts a black cross earning after cleaning his brand new piercing, “Ouchhh!” He moaned out dramatically, fingers gliding down his skin under his eyes to reveal pink flesh and blue veins and his eyeballs.

“You’re an ass! Now go iron my trousers D’ya want me to go bottomless?” She chortled out loudly and her laugh boomed through the small washroom when Harry’s hand spanked her bum playfully, “Perhaps tha’ is what I’d never want in any case – even if I’ve to showcase me bum to everyone.”

“Harry?” She’s gazing up at him with deer eyes and tugging at his blazer to gain his attention, “Everyone’s gone?” He looks behind to get the sight of their friends laughing and chatting.

“Yeah.” Harry’s heart tweaks upon hearing her exhausted and sluggishly soft voice. She giggles into his cheek when he slings his arm around her shoulder and runs his nose up and down her head walking towards their equally tipsy friends.

“Everyone lets bunch up to give, Muffy a cuddle.” Harry drawls out. His warm breath tickling her neck and everyone just roars out gathering around them and giving them a big bear hug and Y/N's eyes turns glossier because she’s feel so loved and cared.

Just because of Harry.

When they see off their friends, Y/N isn’t rushing back to her agency’s manager to ask how much paintings she sold instead she’s snuggling into Harry’s embrace and let’s him escort them out and into the cool wind.

“You really deserve chocolate muffins, don’t ya, pet?” His chin doubles as he tries to take a look at her satisfied and relaxed face as they trod on the side of road like two penguins providing heat to eachother.

They’ve drunk quite a nice amount of bevvies. Enough that mighty would make them forget the events that are happening now and that’s nice because they could be embarrassing and cringey with having to think about it later.

“No.” Harry grabs her hand that was about to push the door of the lil bakery and she’a huffing up at him and swatting his hand away with a loud thwack, “’M an independent woman, H.” He just slides her hand away -- retorting with a smile, “And’m a gentleman.”

She squints up at him with scrunched up pouty lips and he’s mimicking her squinting her square in the eye. The clock ticks by and they break into a hand wrestling and he’s squeaking out childishly when she pinches his wrist but he’s coming back with scissor fingers demanding her to do a “stone, papers, scissors.” Fight with him.

When he’s wiggling his fingers in fire gesture she’s groaning out and throwing her arms in air, “Fire beats everything!!” He yells duckishly and spins around doing a little dance.

“Fine.” She grumps folding her arms around her torso and he’s ducking down to smooch annoying kisses to her cheeks and all over face.

Harry’s forearms remains roped around her waist and his chin rests ontop of her head, her back stays pressed to his taught warm chest whole time. Every two minutes or so she raises the muffin she’s eating to his lips and he’s taking a chunky bite out of it as they trod their way back home.

“Dun, dun dun dunnnn, do do ...” She giggles when he sways them. His chest rumbling with his deep drunk octave and she cups his cheek.

“What you singing, honey?” He just giggles clinging to her and hides his face into her neck – murmurs then takes himself out of her fragrance and shouts into the air.

“The pink panther’s song!!” She woofs out a laugh at that and he shoves his face into his palm, wheezing out cutely, “I'know y'laughin' ‘cos ‘m sayin' stupidddd things.....,”

The bunny vociferous laughs that emits from their bellies, tumbles them to the ground and the moment they look towards eachother they burst into more giggles.

Y/N scrambles towards where he’s clutching his side and rolls to face her and she crawls up his chest.

It feels good to waste time on the footpath when their hold on eachother’s this soft, warm and meaningful and full of love.

Their cheeks coral, their grins achy and their eyes gleamy ---- hands wandering and comforting eachother, cuddly and sottish and cosy laying right outside their the homes building.

He hugs her closer to him. She snuggles herself into him and worms into a touch starved shrimp and the words are on the tip of his tongue, they’ve been shown in his sentiments with zeal and passion in past and now they’re bouncing in his chest.

Though, he gulps them back.

He really couldn’t.

“I love you,” It flows away in the wind but she catches onto it and flies with it and pushes herself up on his chest blinking in perplexed rapture.

He’s breathing it out again. This time maybe slurry from inebriation but clear and audible, “oh my god baby .... I love you s'fuckin’ much.” He cradles her face in his palms and slides his forehead against hers.

“You love me?” She whispers and he giggles at her bewildered expression and bobs his head, “That’s what ‘m sayin' pet.”

She knows that she loves him too. More than anybody. Every inch of her body soaks into the word love for him.

She pauses for a moment, “How — but, I mean –- What did I do?” He just shrugs, “Dunno.” His dimples foaming deep and pretty.

“I just think we would be a good us,” At that her head perks up kitten like and she moulds her palms around his either side of neck as if he’s her warm chocolate cuppa, she smiles slowly, “We'd be a wonderful us.” Her gaze glitters on his wine moisturized pink lips and she gives him an eskimo kiss.

“Gimme a kiss then,” She demands pursuing her lips adorably but he shakes his puff of curls and pushes her face back gently, “No!” Her brows pinches together at that and she pokes his dimple pouting sadly.

“But, why?”

“I don’t wanna forget our first kiss.” He whines and paws at her hips to bring her back closer to him and she giggles muttering a silly under her breath and tries to tempt him.

“Kiss me, in this way ... we could have our firsts twice!” He gives into her mischievous offer and sighs cradling her face in his hold and murmurs against the corners of her lips, “Only ‘cos you’re cute and wouldn’t stop peskin'.” She’s grinning and pulling him with her hands and smashing her petal lips against his's, their eyelids springs close and he’s squishing her chasing to deepen the kiss and when she's parting away he’s rushing to peck her lips right back to kiss her more.

“I could really cry just by kissin' you, moppet.” He licks the spots of chocolate from her chubby bottom lip and bites it and she’s melting her mouth again over him, kissing him delicately and sweetly having a certain desire and yearn to just star into one soul that balms there tummies.

“W’na kiss you forever.”

Harry never believed into forevers.

Then Y/N wrapped him in her oh so Y/N-ish blanket and now he wants everything with her for, forever.

“Oh. Hush baby. You’re gonna gimme a tooth ache.”

..

Y/N regrets saying that. Because she’s waking up with a headache, blurry vision and churning stomach ontop of every pain the ache in her tooth came to bite her in ass and she’s hissing grabbing her cheek to soothe it down.

“Fuck my —- damn hell ...” She mutters when even the slightest of air in her mouth stings her tooth like a bitch and it dollops tears on the corners of her eyes because she has never gone through a toothache before.

She’s bargaining in Harry’s flat and into his room and he’s properly wafted, face smashed into his elbow as he wheezes through his parted mouth. She’s shaking him gently because the shrivelling drive of pain is growing after every second.

“Harry!” He’s jolting up and snapping his head in every direction instantly his sleepy gaze melts on her (a sight he'd like to have every morning) but she looks rather rotten with a nest on her head and her last night’s clothes crumbled and when she's quipping an, “It hurts Harry ....” With teary eyes, He’s immediately scurrying closer to her and holding her -- confused at first.

“What's hurtin', pet?” He mumbles groggily and she sniffs, “My tooth –- fuck.”

He sighs knuckling at his eyes and kisses her hair throwing the duvet away, “Sit here yeah? ‘m g'na wash me hands real quick and check it, hmm?” He wipes the corner of her eyes and massages her shoulder -- then unfists her hands to make her release some tension and puts them on her knees.

He’s muttering a, “Good girl.” When she nods obediently and watches his back as he trudges inside the washroom.

Coming back with towel in his hands and throws it on the bed while sitting on his knees and adjusts her between them.

“Can y'open a bit mo' f'me, darling?” He asks gently caressing her hip to loosen her up. He already knows what's about to come next and he’s afraid she’s going to be very batty about the procedure, “Aaaaa.” She practically makes the noise trying to part her jaw as far as she could while Harry’s hand remains intact around it inspecting her mouth and she’s anxious that she has a morning breath but the memories of all those time she would practically drool on his cheeks while sleeping makes her feel less awful about it,

He chuckles tapping lightly on her upper moral, “Ow!” She swats his hand away when his action physically makes her whole body go through a pang.

When she looks up at him with ticked brows and huffy pout biting the flesh of her cheek between her two morals to just do something -- anything to get rid of the pain, Harry rubs the frown away with a grimace and brings her for a hug.

“’M s' sorry baby. But, looks like it’ll need a root canal.” If his bambi wouldn’t be in such pain he indeed would have lectured her and thrown away every sweetened thing in her jars out of the window.

“Can y'endure a lil pain and wait till my last appointment? So, I could take care of you afterwards.” He asks her lovingly and his reasoning makes butterflies erupt in Y/N’s belly and she almost almost forgot about her toothache but then it pangs again and she’s hugging him tighter mumbling into him, “Sure.”

He’s making her change her clothes and made her porridge letting it cool down to a temperature where it wouldn’t stick or ache her teeth.

“Y/N ...” He glowers at her sternly when she pushes his hand away holding the painkillers and that intense ferocious glare where his soft jade eyes are turning into something very dark is enough to tell her that if she’s not taking them, there's a big scold coming and after that no leniency for an argument so she takes it without throwing another tantrum.

After making sure she’s fed well and tucked into bed he’s stroking her hair and massaging her head, adjusting her pillow as she likes, kissing the tip of her nose as he murmurs.

“Rori will be pickin’ y’up sharp at 5. Told her to wake you up gently if you’ll be sleepin’.” Her eyes are dreamily glassy and she smiles lightly and she’s already missing his touch on her skin when he stands back up ready to leave.

She really wanted to say it.

Dying to say it, infact.

But all that came from her mouth was, “I’m gonna miss you.” Earning a giggle from him in return.

“G’na miss you terribly too.”

..

Rori drove Y/N to hospital. She’s still in Harry’s clothes that he made her wear in the morning, a black galaxy sweater and wide loose pants a beanie on her head to protect her from a headache and when the receptionist waves her enthusiastically upon her arrival Y/N’s smiling but never opening her mouth knowing the bitch would be back.

“Dr. Styles went for a staff on-call. He'll be here any moment, you could go inside.” Y/N’s nodding and padding inside his room. The pain has lessened a bit and that gives her teensy energy to wander around his room admiring his lil achievements, the medal he won last year and right beside it the pen holder she gave him it that has a “HORRAY TAKE BABY STEPS BABY STEPS HONEY!!” written obnoxiously on it as if she’s screaming it to his face and she giggles at her own silly gift.

She gasps and ends up knocking her hip into his desk as Harry steps in and laughs loudly at her, tutting with a shake of his head, “Jumpy little thing you’re.” Out of habit his hands are falling at her hips and bringing her closer.

“How’re y'muffy?” He asks and she’s bobbing her head up and down dramatically but silently making him chuckle.

“’Kay get yourself comfy on the seat ‘m gonna call my assistant t’give you anesthetic.” He suppresses a smile when she worms her bum up the slippery seat and goes on pushing different buttons moving it up and down.

“How adventurous.” He snickers switching the examination lamp and she rolls her eyes. His assistant’s eyeing them with happy eyes from under her glasses and Harry’s putting his latex gloves aside as she fills the injection and Y/N's muscles tenses up in anticipation, as she tries to blink the fear away and musters up a weak smile.

Knowing she has a fear of needles. Harry rolls the stool he’s sitting on closer to her and interlaces their fingers together, he coos sweetly, “It’ll be just a pinch baby.” Though, Y/N thinks Harry’s a motherfucking liar because it apparently is not just a pinch but feels like a stick shoved up your ass.

When the assistant leaves them to fetch something, Harry’s stroking the fringes of her hair behind with benevolent and caring eyes and smiles down at her sincerely.

“I want y'to relax, moppet. Yeah? Could y'do tha' f'me?” This time when he’s poking or prodding she isn't slapping him away and he’s grateful because that means her gums are numb properly.

He’s caressing her arm to assure her that she has nothing to be afraid about when she startles hearing the buzz of instrument that’s about to rip her poor gum apart.

Surprisingly she was easy. Because, Harry was so gentle with her and when he’s ushering her to spit in the little sink and she’s laying back with cloudy eyes and a grin Harry just knows the anaesthesia is kicking in.

It means that she’s allowed to blabber every dumb thing to him (she doesn’t need anaesthesia for it by the way), without any filter and timidness she’s about to chatter his brain alive.

Her gaze slowly rakes down his torso as if she’s undressing him with her eyes and she’s grinning -- more blood pooling in her mouth, “You look very handsome in scrubs — you know that?” Her words wobblish but full of naughtiness and Harry arranges them himself barking out a delighted laugh when she tugs at hem of his clothes perking her lips.

“I could really kiss you right now....” Her voice clear with desire but a hint of neediness and fondness for him and he’s gazing her down with gleamy endearment and snorts bringing the water cup to her lips, “Sorry Bambi but don’t like kissing a bloody mouth.” She keeps her doe eyes on him and they turn sad while she gurgles the water in her puffed up cheeks and spits it again into sink, about to protest with him but he’s shushing her and laying her back onto the seat.

“Not even me?” She grumps up at him and he’s retorting shaking his head in rejection, he's just trying to rile her up because he himself thinks that a single peck wouldn’t hurt.

“You’ll get an answer to this after we're done with you,” He muses softly when her eyes flicker with glee.

She was all over him as if she’s a small baby who needs his guidance to walk her way out and Harry was waving his staff goodbye with nervous lamblike smile while he tries to balance her against his chest.

The whole ride back he refrained from cooing and making im-a-fool-who-is-shamlessly-in-love noises. How could he not? When she looks this cute and cuddly in his clothes, head lulling every once a while as she sleeps facing him, her hand on his thigh to keep her reminded of his presence.

Harry’s grabbing it and kissing her knuckles. A jolly smile fluttering on his features and he isn’t waking her up as the reach and takes her into his flat – flumps her down on his bed gently and gets rid of her shoes and sweater.

Even skips dinner. Gets out of his work clothes and takes a glance of his sleepy girl standing from the wardrobe and the light clicks off before his gangly body is sliding under the duvets beside her.

Warm, sweet and cosy.

His all day's exhaustion fuses into nothingness when his feet comes caressing her calves and his chest presses to her shoulders and his elbows shelters around her in a protecting loving manner.

His heart hiccups a happy beat when she turns to his side and snuggles into him murmuring in haze, “Love you.”

He trips into utter shock. Staring down at her with baffled eyes but then the memories from past night comes upon crashing down at him like a crystal wave of ocean and floats him to an island where he belongs, always fated to belong.

He confessed his love for her.

She confessed it back.

They both were stupid and forgot it.

Now when she’s telling him that she loves him Harry feels like he’s rather about to pass out or squeal into pillow.

“I love you too, baby.” He's just wrapping her closer to him and lingering a wet kiss to her forehead.

..

Y/N’s moral was grinded, she keeps on swiping her tongue over it even how much Harry scolds her about it (it feels like a small plateau that got separated away because of an earthquake, y/n has made her own imagination about her tooth) and Harry let her chose the colour of filling that will be the mould of her crown, it was just an unnecessary thing to make her feel cheerful about it.

“Is Harry busy? Who’s inside?” She’s asking the old receptionist tapping her nails against the marble counter in eagerness to be done with it and that she’s about to take him to this yummy Thai place.

“Oh. He’s with his girlfriend right now.” Placid sereneness dooms over them and Y/N falls frightfully quite.

The poor assistant doesn’t know what she has uttered.

She just told her what the rumours has told her.

Her jittery smile drops into a blue scowl, her legs weakens at the thought and she nearly trips when Holly appears from inside his room.

It bitters her mouth with taste of anger and outrage.

Holly passes her a tight empathetic smile as if she knew everything from start and Y/N’s striding past her in resentment, her mind smoked with betrayal and vehemence.

“Hi. Moppet.” He rolls his stool over smiling up at her and it tightens her chest so much she chokes onto a breath.

How could he? No. No.

How dare he!?

But, there’s no need to cry over split milk now is it? She has to accept it that they could never be something more than just bestfriends.

“Hi.” She mumbles blocking her tears in the back of her eyes somewhere and Harry frowns, asking politely as she sits, “Feelin' alright?” She just nods and it takes Harry off-guard.

Where is his bubbly Muffy?

“Are you hurtin' somewhere?” He asks again pushing her upper lip to get a better look of her tooth. When she denies he lets it slide.

Though, when the assistant injects her and she’s groping Harry’s thigh because in grief everything hurts more than usual and her heart is dripping with sorrow and loneliness and grief she’s on verge of breaking into pieces right on this seat.

Harry’s brows clinches together in worry but she’s inhaling a puff of breath and giving him an etiolated smile to finish this as soon as possible and leave before she humiliates herself infront of him.

Her crown didn’t fit and he had to do a little more grinding. Meanwhile, Holly’s entering the room and Y/N shuts her eyes pretending that she isn’t there.

It hurts. Not in her tooth. Everywhere. Like a force is ripping her apart through a saw and it hurls her into deep agony and her heart almost stops functioning.

Harry was too focused and worried about her eerie behaviour that he ignored the frail hits on his thigh and Holly’s taking his name loudly making him stop.

Y/N’s jolting up and gagging into the sink beside her. Her knuckles turning white from gripping it ruthlessly.

She stares the clots of blood and mucus washing away with blurry eyes.

“Baby?” Harry quickly rubs her back anxiously and scrutinise with raucous beating heart as her hands shivers cupping the water and taking it in her mouth.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Are y'okay? Pet?” His voice drips with panic and dread that the worst happened to her because of him --– if the case's true he's never gonna touch her again.

“Y/N!?” He’s growling loudly when she doesn’t reply him and keeps on crying. His eyes turning back concerned and soft when she hiccups a weep, “It hurts Harry ....” Holly rolls her eyes, leans against the desk and puts the file she brought to Harry beside her.

“You’re not a child anymore, Y/N. Ofcourse it’s gonna hurt.” She snickers and this makes Y/N cry more – Harry’s holding her hands in his and stroking his thumb at her knuckles.

“Dunno --...– maybe –- ma —,” Harry’s emerald eyes are boring into her murky one's and it pierces her soul away from her inside.

Their heads perk up when Holly asks her rudely, “Are you doubting Harry?”

Y/N shakes her tiny defeated head vigorously, “No! Why —.. why would I?” More tears pooling in her waterline and dropping at the back of Harry’s hand. He rushes to wipe them away and shush her but Holly’s acidic laugh is echoing.

How could she even think that?

Y/N could never doubt him.

Why she has to be so mean to her everytime?

“I mean you —,” Holly opens her mouth to speak but Harry’s cutting her off sharply, “Dr. Jenner enough. I’ll appreciate it if you wait f'me outside.” His head snaps back to Y/N who’s wiggling out of his hold and gasping out -- her pupils blown out and woozy.

“I just need a breather.” Saying this she’s out before Holly leaving Harry baffled and agitated to ponder over how she was pain and he failed to realise sooner.

..

The zephyr is tranquil. Frolicking with her heart and the grass is dewy under her as she runs towards an empty bench outside where there’s barely any light and she wishes Harry never comes to look for her.

She’s such a mess.

Her chest suffocates with a sob. She’s trying to lull her breath back to normal just like he tells her to.

When she flutters her eyelids into vision a hand with a cross on it’s thumb is pressed onto the bench beside her and there’s an afflicted pause in the atmosphere before she slowly faces him and places her hand atop his hand.

Her breath shudders through a smile, the tension in between them thickening as Harry feels her so close but so distant from him.

Emotionally and mentally and even their souls feels trapped within their own bodies.

It upsets him, to see his Bambi like that,

“’M so sorry, Harry. My intention wasn’t to embarrass you.” She isn’t serious? Sometimes he wants to bang his head at nearby wall at her silliness.

“You didn’t.” He assures her gently.

“But I did. Infront of the person you love.” It pains to say it. In the end she could suffer from anything for his happiness even if it’s handing him to the wrong person if he loves them.

Harry’s eyes turn moist at that. An unbelievable sour laugh eliciting from his lungs as he shoves his palms into his sockets, rubs them harshly and grasps her wrists pulling her closer to him with one furious tug.

“Yeah because that’s you, dumbass!!” Y/N’s body turns into a stone at his stern confession and she’s staring him with a throb in her heart and sad kitten eyes.

His brows pricks together ferociously and his lips twitches up as he speaks chopped on tears, “Every Daphne I pick up from the side-grass while comin’ back home t’you, these stupid stars in sky ‘n these ...” His shoes scrapes against the grass as he tries to show her, “....these stupid stupid shoelaces I tie around me ankles,” He’s raising his wrist to show her the milk bottle tattoo he got for he’s in love with her and their cats, once they were drunk, “... this fuckin' tattoo I got —- ‘s always been you.” He let’s the tears shine on his cheeks and soak them rosy.

“Always you, Bambi.” His accent gluteus and hoarse, “You’re always gonna be my sweet Bambi. Who I adore and love so much.”

“How?” She whispers in bewilderment and when Harry’s warming his forehead against her's tickling her lips as he murmurs, “Because you thought we'd be a wonderful us.”

A sob is wrecking out of her and she’s wrapping her arms around the nape of his neck pulling him down into a bone crushing hug, as the night they first confessed and had their first kiss makes a home in her mind.

She’s glad they didn’t forget their first.

“I love you.” Harry mumbles through a squished up cheek and saturates their chests closer with his hand planted firmly over her spine.

“I love you too. So much of it.” They’re crying elated tears knowing they’ve eachother to wipe them away and he’s sponging a tender kiss to her mouth and the corner of her lip avoiding where it’s swollen and her cheek is bloated.

The metallic taste of her blood lingers on his own lips.

“I could even kiss your bloody mouth, see?” He giggles feathering back his lips to her lips and gives her a chastise peck.

“Let’s put your crown, my highness.” Harry scoops up giggles from within her and tries to cherish this moment for as long as possible.

He’s never gonna forget his first, done twice.

..

Not a days go by where they don’t make love to eachother. A string of knot that connects their souls as Harry keeps his cock warm inside her while sleeping and it fattens inside her when they’re about to wake up and Harry’s rolling his hips into her lazily and gradually getting out breathy hums and whispers of whines from her —- her ankles locks behind his back and he’s always hitting and caressing the spots inside her which she was never able to reach herself with her short fingers.

Their bath times are intimate. Not full of adrenaline and thrill that one would end up having a foot cast from tripping from their playfulness, like they used to everytime. It’s delicate touches. Soft back rubs. Foamy head massages and cuddly bubbles. Smooching wet kisses. Heated makeout sessions and then drying eachother off, brushing teeth together and going to bed wearing eachother’s mismatched clothes.

Their mornings are spent lounging in bed and sharing a little love, sweet irresistible kisses, mouth sweet with eachother's tongues and hands comforting eachother, having a satisfying brekkie together in bed and sometimes the other is too tired to go (it’s usually Harry) and they always remind them they’re gonna come back home to eachother.

Harry made, Y/N explore herself. Introduced her to the tingles of what it feels to be rough and have a good shag that sends her into her sub-space where she doesn’t stop thrashing and spasming under him and He’s always there to bring her back to him and to take care of her.

They sometime do it in his office room too. Whenever she’s visiting him and he looks to alluring that Y/N could swallow him whole and his thighs man-spread deliciously as he sits on the stool in his damn scrubs, “You c’mere.” He pats his thigh dirtily in a command for her to straddle him and ride his cock and she’s always obeying like a good bunny moaning out feeling him in her tummy.

They’ve had countless of sex in Harry’s living room which they turned into a working studio for Y/N and whenever she's painting sometimes naked to tease him, how could Harry resist when she looks ethereal with her peachy bosom and her adorable tummy rolls and her innocent eyes and her cushiony thighs —- so he just pushes her thighs that he’s oh so in love with to her chest and pins her to floor and fucks her till she isn’t satiated enough.

Shower sex and bit of striptease when Harry’s knackered out. The hot water that prattles on their toes and their sweaty skins that slaps against eachother’s makes it much filthier and nastier.

They’ve bunch of romantic sex too. Oh boy! Just loads of romance where he’s too soft and mushy and dotting with her.

Sometimes, two people have deep connection that makes seem romance trivial and it isn’t about lust everytime. It’s about their souls. About the deepest part of who they’re as a person. Who they could be for eachother when the time strikes.

Just like right now. As, the stars twinkle outside and the dark snowy wind hits the windows; checked by the occasional gust that rattles the rooftop and the wood would creak to tell it’s presence. Fragrance of scented candles that of peonies, sparkling champagne and crème almonds surrounds them.

Harry brought Y/N on a holiday at a mountain and had a warm cosy wooden cottage booked for themselves.

They’ve spent it enjoying themselves and forgetting about their life in city. Today, the layer of foamy crystal snow is more than usual and they decided to cuddle up into their own little comfy cubby.

He takes his time feeling her skin and she nuzzles her nose up in his throat and giggles when he purrs.

The fire churning infront of them is similar to the one quenching in his belly as he sneaks his hand under her slip dress and fondles her nipples in between his calloused fingers.

“I wanna make love t'you, Muffy.” He mumbles grazing his blunt teeth down her sweaty pulse and laps at it splaying his palm close to her bum when she arches up into him, “I’m all yours.” She guppies around a gasp and he’s chuckling sweetly cradling her face in his hold and brews his lips against her's in a passionate endearingly hot kiss that moists her breath and her each ravine pore fills with love for him.

Their chests burns with carnal desire as he lays them on the flumpy nest of bed they made from blankets and pillows, his mouth keeps on tasting her with ardent fever and he situates himself between her and grinds their pelvises sensing her nipples stitching under his fingers and she’s gnawing her teeth into his petalish lip when he fills his palms with her tits.

“So cute.” He quips when she gasps whining for him to smudge his cocoa-vaseline covered lips back on her's and her lips brushes against his clavicles, emitting a perfervid whimper as Harry strokes his palm to feel her arousal and juices, “Hmm. I could just give you a flyin' kiss and you’ll still end up squirting.” He's easing his middle finger inside her and gazes her with profound sweetness when she pushes her palm up against his large moth and punctuates soft kisses to his vein at the side of his neck that prominents from their intimacy.

“Fuck. You get t've me cock daily but still so snug, pet. G’na stretch y'nice ‘n good.” He grunts, trailing soppy kisses down the valley of her breasts. Slicking his mouth around her nipple and she whines hungrily unceasing her fingers in his curls and pulls at them bringing him down for more kisses, “You love my kisses baby? Hmm? My baby loves me kisses ...” He coos suckling onto her lower lip and latches back full to her mouth and perennials it into pastels of wetness.

Sips down her moans when he slithers three more fingers into her and fits them deep, cupping his palm against her pussy. Something weirdly soft about his bare ring-less fingers and he runs his hips into her, “Feels good?” He growls looking down where his fingers drives into her.

When she bobs her head hungrily. She squirms – goosebumps pebbling on her skin and the mellow glow of candles melting on her when he pecks her and pecks her again, kissing her tongue as he mumbles, “Bet. It’ll feel more good with my cock inside y’pussy. Tell me moppet, who's little cunt is this?” He asks wiggling his middle finger to nudge the walnut shaped spot inside her – tucked within her walls and his other hand’s pressing her thigh to floor as he saps his teeth into her neck and leaves love bites.

Marking her as his’s.

“Yours. Please, it’s all yours.” She sobs out ardently. Crumbling and lurking at the edge to hold this pleasing feeling for some moment in her belly.

“Right.” He affirms. Licking the maroon marks he littered on her puddy skin and he's grabbing her shivery hand that was about to cup around his cock and stroke it, “You’re mine.” He strings their fingers together and brings it to his lips to kiss the soft pads of her fingers.

“All mine to love on, to cherish, to be proud of –-- You’re my little Bambi.” His infatuated dotting words are making her strike herself into him, quivering and blabbering, eyes shut in bliss and love and he’s helping her ride the sensation out.

The moment he’s taking his fingers out he’s interlacing those sticky cum covered fingers with her other hand and stretching her arms and pinning their winded hands atop her head into floor.

They’re moaning into waxy humidity when Harry sheathes into her and her walls soaps around his girth as he sinks himself into her, his heavy balls pressed buried deep to her bum and he’s smushing his face into her breasts and almost snuggles into her knowing how much she loves to just be wrapped into him as he pounds his cock inside her.

He’s sweltering his hips. Feeling her gooey warmth and rolls himself harder and she’s crossing her arms around his shoulder – kissing his neck and caressing the curls that’ve grown out a tad under his earlobes.

“I love you,” He's nosing at her jaw to tip her mouth towards him and kisses it —- his hold on her delicate but she’s coveting crescents into his knuckles and a bow of string connects their mouths as she pecks him till she’s running out of breath, “I love you. I love you so so much.” Even though they’re taking their time but Y/N doesn’t think she could last a minute longer the way he’s thrusting languidly but deeply into her.

“Show me then, c’mon baby cum on m’cock. Soak it. G'na keep it inside you ‘n sleep like tha', mphmp makin' me so so good —- g'na cum?” He rasps out and she’s whimpering blubbering out without much mind as he stuffs her full and enough.

Her voice meek and high-pitch, “Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She’s dripping all over him and coating him with her cum. He doesn’t not stop and pumps it back inside her roughly.

“Fuck. Baby.” His howl wounded and broken as he feels his balls tighten and he leaks inside her, “S'okay honey cum inside me Harry .. love how you make me feel – how big your cock is.” She grates her teeth into the eternity of his throat and punctures her lips to suck around the fading hickey she gave him two nights prior.

His hips stutters, and he keeps himself up with his weak elbows spurting ribbons and ribbons of thick seed inside her.

She moans out when he wouldn’t stop cumming and she thrashes upward with a final twist of his push, his words sultry and drunk on libido, “Fuck. I came so much – you’ll ‘ave to squeeze tha’ all out fo’ me,” He’s smoothing their arms down to let them be on eachother and Y/N sees the gears working in his mind when he grins.

“In case you’ll want a refill.”

She rolls her eyes cheek smashed into his bicep and pinches his nipple, “Way to ruin the moment –- you libido driven slut." A noise peeps out of her when he whumps on her and looks up at her with an amused expression.

“Y'know tha' slut shaming is inappropriate?” She just shrugs smiling around a yawn.

“Is that an invitation to whore shame y'then?” He listens to her heartbeat. Tracing pattern of yellow flicker on her skin and kisses the curve of her breast.

“Will that end up me havin' yer fingers in my bum?” She creampies around him at his genuine yet naughty question and he snorts out loudly stirring his cock on purpose that’s still snug inside her, “Hmm then ‘m defo a whore.”

“Harry!” She pouts and he squishes that pout as if she’s some duckling -- an old habit he'd never get rid of.

..

“Mrs. Styles!” Holly’s head perks up at the call and she’s looking down at the five month old baby that has her bum situated on her momma’s hip and she squeals joyfully bunching her momma's shirt in her tiny chubby hands.

Holly just simpers quietly not greeting the duo and keeps on walking as Y/N enters Harry’s office room.

His face brightens up. Dimples popping awfully cute just how Y/N loves and his smile widens into a toothy one as he leaves everything and scurries towards his girls, “Oh my two Bambis!” He's greeting them with loud sloppy loving kisses all over their faces that makes them squint their eyes and giggle ticklish from the faint stubble that’s growing on his chin.

Their baby. Harry never thought he was able to love someone this purely and extremely. From a grumpy kid himself and someone who used to loose his shit at the formula chugging machines he used to call them —-- he never even imagined to own one.

But, after two years into marriage and moving into a house with the love of his life everything had a possibility for him and their one room that’d look so empty just made his stomach squeaky and yearn for a little one that he could protect and hold delicately close to his chest and lather them in his kisses and smell their baby scent and have cuddles with them,

Harry really wanted her to be a December baby -- if not particular then winters.

Because she just looks like the joy of Christmas and the sapience of homely evening.

Her frost bitten poppy nose. Her plushy warm cheeks that of running his fingers over an old sweater that holds infinite memories for him, the shimmer in her eyes that of snowflakes and those lips she got from her mother that of marshmallows melting on hot chocolate.

Harry really fucked his dream of her being a winter baby by fucking Y/N at the wrong time of the year.

She ended up coming out on the most heated month, june.

Wasn’t his fault too. Because they were trying for so long and he'd be all excited for the pregnancy tests but then they'd come out negative everytime weighing a ball of sadness in his chest and when they conceived her –-- he didn’t even remember the damn date.

The pregnancy for them wasn’t that hard. Minus the eventual tantrums that were thrown his way as daggers but he was skilled to dodge them and lure his wifey back to him with chocolate chip cookies.

The process of her birth was life taking for Y/N and Harry had short comings in his breath from the way his wife would all be jerking in pain.

She had to endure the labour pain for three days.

It’d always tear him into sobs as he'd fall into Rori's arms while everyone stayed inside with her for a moment.

It wasn’t easy to look at the love of his life, his bestfriend, his Bambi, his everything go through so much pain and he almost ended up regretting having a baby but when she’d be all snuggled up into his side after a long tiring and screaming day with her bump swollen beautifully with his bubba inside, it used to relax him a bit,

When she came out all sticky and covered in blood he realized at that moment that; she truly is his’s.

Those earthy gem eyes that didn’t cry first five minutes but rather kept on staring at him intrigued as to why the man that used to chatter her ears away in thick sleepy accent when she was in the cosy spot of her mummy’s belly is now just crying and crying.

They made her with so much love and care.

She was just so soft to touch. Just like their favourite flowers.

She was his Daphne.

He’s grabbing her from armpits and immediately putting a hand under her diaper clad bum when she huffed making grabby hands at him, “Hi Daphne bub! Missed daddy much?” He coos bouncing her a little and rumbles his lips against her cheek to create farty noises.

She squeals fisting his hair and yanks at it. That makes Y/N laugh out loudly, “Careful there, H. She’s getting quite handsy.” He just smiles convincing his baby to have some mercy on his curls.

When Y/N tells him about his routine and her nap timing Harry’s just sighing kissing her lips and patting her ass to move, “I can take care of me baby -- doin' it fo' five months, forgot?” He took a paternity leave to spend more time with Daphne and his Bambi.

To be sure that they were growing and healing well.

Y/N has to take the cats for their monthly checkup that’s why she has to leave Daphne with Harry and even though she’s not fond of her in hospitals Harry assured her that he’s heading home soon.

When Y/N leaves, Harry blows raspberries at her face and she pouts just like her mummy and he’s squishing that pout like his own little duckling.

“Da',” She grumbles and Harry kisses her cheek fondly and lovingly, “Yes Da, bubblin. Guess like we’ve got a date with Pooh and Roo at home.” He guffaws out loudly when Daphne's eyes visibly twinkles at the name of her plushies she likes to chew on and get them all soggy by the end of the day.

“You’re such a minx, baby!” Harry thinks he couldn’t be happier.

He’s complete.

His family is complete.

[quartermera]

Shanks but he’s a College Professor

That very chill professor that everyone loves even if you never had class from him. Like people come to his class even if they don’t follow his course just because of his reputation.

He takes ages correcting assignments but you forgive him.

Definitely present at frat parties and ends up drunk at every single one. Even if he gives class at 8:30 the next day. He somehow gets to class in time but you can see he’s still buzzed.

There’s a rumor that he might be just a bit drunk 24/7 and that’s why he can handle his alcohol well. He never disputes said rumor.

Has 100% done bottle flips in class. Also with glass bottles. Has challenged students into beating him to it. Be careful, he’s become an expert.

Brings snacks to class and eats while giving his lecture. He regularly organizes small quizes and whoever wins can get the snack. Said snack can range from a donut or a bag of chips to a pizza.

Curses. Like a lot. But it’s always funny because he realises he cursed just a bit too late and looks at the class like a kid who got caught stealing candy.

Whenever someone asks where his scars come from or how he lost his arm, he tells a different story.

“It just fell off.” “I scratched my eye too hard.” “I got attacked by the Yeti.” “A thief broke into my apartment and stole my arm.” “I was in the secret services and a mission got tricky.” “Y’all saw 127 Hours with James Franco ? Yeah, that.”

Once wanted to write ‘cockroach’ on the board, wrote ‘cock’, started laughing, erased it and wrote only ‘roach’ instead. Spent the rest of the class referring to cockroaches as ‘roaches’.

He has declared multiple times that Bob Ross is his model and that he likes to listen to him while preparing classes, hoping that he can be a bit more like him.

Because of that, whenever he gives you some work to do in class, he puts a Bob Ross video on as background noise.

On the first class of December, he waited for everyone to enter the classroom and started playing “All I Want for Christmas is You” before exiting the room. He only came back once the song was over.

You can insult him but he will ask why you do and if he considers your reason valid, he’ll agree with what you just called him.

He always presents himself as an asshole to first year students, but really he isn’t.

He once fought a student during a frat party with foam swords. Everyone who was there remembers that. Everyone also remembers said student. His name’s Luffy.

Aside from being fun ya kno, he’s also quite a good professor. He genuinely cares about his students. Got any questions or useful remarks about how he could improve his classes? He’ll listen intently and either try to help you or seriously consider your suggestions.

Shanks likes to talk about the ‘best present’ he ever got from graduating students. When he eventually reveals what it is a little bit before the end of the school year to his last years, it turns out to be a single beer bottle. He asks them to keep the secret and you can be sure they do. He does that every year, this way he gets a butt load of free beers.

Okay, imma be honest with y’all, some of this has happened in my college. It’s mostly based on 2 of my professors, but I also sneaked in smth that happened with our masterchief haha! I had a sudden realisation that Shanks reminded me of my very dear maths professor and I had to write that out ya kno?

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it! I definitely had fun writing it :D