#I just wanted more of the original series' content

[junglejim4322]

I think if people who have these rigid ideas when it comes to moral media consumption took 5 minutes to look into the background of the stuff they like they’d instantly have a heart attack and an aneurysm and a stroke and pass away and die. And yes this includes a lot of people who don’t see themselves this way at all amazingly enough. People condemn movies that made them mildly uncomfortable or have reprehensible people involved in the making because they somehow don’t realize the great majority of works do. Remember carol the movie carol with the lesbians? Semi autobiographical story made by a neo nazi. You don’t even want to know the tip of the iceberg when it came to the content of the original Hannibal book series. And I don’t mean edgy erotic cannibalism I mean some of the most appalling homophobia and transphobia ever written.

And no I’m not singling these out to make a callout post for harold and Hannibal in fact I enjoy both those works enough and they’re not unique cases at all they’re just two examples of something I’ve commonly noticed are liked by people who pearl clutch over anything not in their personal idea of morality and acceptability while being absolutely clueless that there’s probably a way more loaded history there than whatever movie or show or anime of the week that they’re losing their mind over lol

[willows-escape]

Phantom HCs - Cherik with a Chubby!Reader

Pairing: 1990!Erik x GN!Reader

Warnings: fatphobia and nsfw content (has its own section)

Word Count: 2,370

Notes: This was a request that somebody sent me that I was really eager to write, as somebody who is plus sized/chubby myself. I might do it with the rest of the Phantoms I write for, but I don't know if that's something people would want to read?

Also, the series I spoke about in an earlier post - it’s still being worked on, but it shouldn’t hopefully be much longer. I’m looking to write around 11-ish parts, probably more, and I want to have three solid chapters written before I post the first one. Just so I can have the chapters to post while writing the next few. Having both female and male versions to write is also slowing it down, but I hope the wait will be worth it !

⟢ Erik does NOT care if you're chubby, skinny, average size or whatever. Your size isn't even a thing to him.

⟢ This Erik isn't as focused on stereotypical beauty as the others - he originally takes notice of Christine due to her voice, and the fact she looks like his mother is only an extra added bonus lol.

⟢ So I feel like your appearance is just not an important factor to him. It would be other things about you that would attract him first. Anyone could be stereotypically attractive, but not everyone could be you.

⟢ But don't be mistaken, he definitely thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world.

⟢ If you worked at the Opera Populaire, and he saw the way other workers teased you or gossiped behind your back, he'd be scratching his head in confusion.

⟢ He may be hopelessly infatuated, but he couldn't see anything about you that was laughable.

⟢ I'm not trying to imply this Phantom is ignorant or unaware of societal norms - unlike the others, he has a strong relationship with somebody who links him to the outside world. He hides due to his own flaws, after all.

⟢ He knows being slender and thin is the current ideal, but he also knows that ten years ago having a bigger body with soft curves was also largely desirable. So he didn't like to pay much attention to societies trends. They changed like the wind.

⟢ Which is why he'd sometimes forget that not everybody looked at you as if you were an angel that was sent from heaven to grace the earth.

⟢ If people's teasing and rude comments ever affected you so deeply that you brought it up to him, that would be the only time he ever acknowledged your body type. And his acknowledgement would only be vehement reassurance and exclamations of his affection towards you.

⟢ "But my cheeks are so fat, it makes my face look like a ball!"

⟢ "A very beautiful and loveable ball!"

⟢ He wasn't great at the whole reassurance thing.

⟢ After a while of courting you and as he began to realise how cruel some people could be to the most gorgeous person he knew - he began to feel a sense of solidarity with you.

⟢ He believed he was beyond hope and that he could never be accepted into the real world, and he wouldn't ever insult you by trying to say you were as repulsive as him. You were anything but that. Yet he felt as if you two were on some kind of wavelength.

⟢ You were both looked down upon for things as flimsy as physical appearances, and he felt a little closer to you due to that.

⟢ And he had a few existential crisis' where he laid awake at night thinking about how maybe society is the problem, not him, because how can they even ridicule you when you were perfection!

⟢ Then he'd take off his mask and look in the mirror and be like nope, he's definitely the problem.

⟢ Anyways. Less sadness and insecurity, and more fluff!

⟢ He loved how comfortable and soft you were. Erik had never held another person in his arms before you, never laid with his head on somebodies lap while they read him a book and mindlessly ran their fingers through his hair.

⟢ And he loved it.

⟢ His favourite time of day was when it came time to go to sleep, and he could lay with his head on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist and drift off into sweet sleep.

⟢ It took him a while to become so comfortable with this, though. It was weird enough that you two didn't have a chaperone during your meetings, never mind sharing affection. But if you asked him enough and tried to sneak in lingering touches and small caresses, he'd fold.

⟢ "Want to hold my hand yet?"

⟢ "Same answer as half hour ago, no."

⟢ "Am I truly so horrid that you do not wish to even hold my hand?"

⟢ "That is not what I said."

⟢ He didn't understand that couples followed these courtship rules in public, but were definitely smooching and snuggling in private. Even if you tried to explain that to him.

⟢ But eventually he caved.

⟢ He was touch starved beyond belief, so it didn't take him long to give in. Maybe a month or so. But it was also an awkward experience for him at first, so expect to give him a lot of guidance.

⟢ "This just doesn't feel right, why on earth would somebody lay like this when they are far more efficient and comfortable positions for somebody to lay?"

⟢ "That's because your arm's meant to be behind my neck, Erik, not over it."

⟢ "Ah. Yes, that feels better."

⟢ But once he got the hang of it, he was obsessed. Every part of you just fit so perfectly in his arms, you slotted together like puzzle pieces. It was glorious.

⟢ If you ever lived together, whether that be you go down below to stay with him or he manages to somehow bring himself to live with you amongst the real world (which would take many years and a ton of hard work), your evening conversations may look a bit like this:

⟢ "Excuse me, but when are you retiring to bed? Your scarf can wait until the morning." He was subtly glaring down at the knitting needles cradled in your hands as he spoke.

⟢ "Not long, just give me a few more minutes. I just want to complete this row of stitches."

⟢ "Alright, but when you come to bed, can you wear some of your summer nightwear?"

⟢ "But why? We're in the middle of winter, I'll freeze."

⟢ "I'll keep you warm." *leaves*

⟢ He definitely didn't just prefer the thinner fabric of your summer nightwear, which meant he could feel your body press against his and also allowed him to feel every curve of your figure with no barrier.

⟢ If you ever got married, expect him to just ask you to sleep naked. Not even for sexual reasons, he just loves the feeling of you.

⟢ You'd have a hard time refusing him in the colder months.

⟢ Also, imagine him singing you to sleep? His back resting against the headboard while you snuggled up against him, his hands delicately trailing over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their path as he sung to you.

⟢ That's an idea to elaborate on for another day.

⟢ Returning to the previous topic of his love of physical affection, kissing you would be magical.

⟢ And he'd be terrible at it.

⟢ The first time you kissed, you'd be the person to lean in first. And he'd look at you as if you'd grown two heads, but he wouldn't deny you. He'd go through many mood swings in the two seconds it took for your lips to touch.

⟢ "Erik," you'd eventually have to pull away, "Pucker your lips, and close your mouth a bit."

⟢ "My apologies."

⟢ That also has nothing to do with the head canon topic, I just wanted to include that.

⟢ Erik would love to draw you. Before he ever approached you, he'd spend his time making sketch after sketch of you, trying to immortalise every vision of you he had in his mind.

⟢ He'd get frustrated that he couldn't properly capture your true charm, but after a while of drawing for hours a day for a long period of time, he'd soon become an incredible artist. He wouldn't use this particular skill for much, unless you asked him to.

⟢ He also couldn't really draw anything that wasn't a person, considering his practice was very limited to one subject.

⟢ He'd have to send Gerard on trips to the store often to keep up with his new hobby.

⟢ "Erik, why do you suddenly need all this paper? The store clerk said he's had to order an earlier shipment of the stuff, because I'm buying up all his supply!"

⟢ "You wouldn't understand."

⟢ He'd also design and create the prettiest clothes for you, ones that would flaunt and uhm, extenuate, your best assets. So much material and thread would be stolen from the company in his pursuits.

⟢ He'd start doing this before you two even properly met, and when you began courting, you'd be taken aback by his display of clothing that he kept scattered around the catacombs.

⟢ Those dresses were probably not intended for him.

⟢ You'd grow especially suspicious when he began offering you these items of clothing, and how they all seemed to perfectly fit you like a glove.

⟢ "Erik, why are all these clothes my size? It's as if you took a measuring tape and made these clothes specifically to fit me."

⟢ "Just things the costume department had laying around."

⟢ "The costume department definitely does not keep clothing in my size."

⟢ "Well, they did when I got them."

⟢ Moving on lol

⟢ There are many reasons somebody may gain weight, but assuming you don't have a condition that causes it and simply appreciated food, Erik would be floored at all your weird and wonderful ways of preparing and eating your meals.

⟢ "What is in this bottle? It looks grainy, you aren't planning on putting this on your food, are you?"

⟢ "It's seasoning! Come on, try it! It makes the food taste a thousand times better!"

⟢ "Seasoning? Isn't that expensive?"

⟢ "Hey, you give me the money for the food, you don't tell me what category of food it needs to be spent on. I'm sure your salary is more than enough to cover the cost."

⟢ He'd grumble about how he was saving it for more important things, like wedding attire and a new instrument that he wanted to learn, but he wouldn't actually mind. His salary was definitely generous.

⟢ One time, he caught you sitting in the sun in the woods, and he was about to approach you when he saw the most baffling thing. You had a cloth splayed on the grass, covered in a weird brown substance that you were dipping strawberries in!

⟢ "What the hell is that?"

⟢ "Melted chocolate! *nom nom nom, gulp!* It's delicious with strawberries, would you like to try?"

⟢ "I'm quite alright, thanks."

⟢ Okay, your food choices were pretty normal, but for sheltered Erik who only ate things in their original state with no added flavour enhancers, he was shocked.

⟢ He might eventually expand his food palate, but it would take plenty of convincing on your behalf. He was perfectly happy with his unbuttered bread, thank you.

⟢ He was exceedingly stubborn.

⟢ But he's a fool for you, really <3

NSFW SECTION

⟢ You'd either have to be the most seductive person to walk the earth before Erik agrees to do anything sexual with you, or you'd have to be married.

⟢ Considering his intense attraction to you, it wouldn't be hard for him to consider you the first option.

⟢ For the purpose of this head canon, let's assume either one is true and he says yes.

⟢ The moment the first article of clothing comes off of you, he's starstruck. He can't believe he didn't say yes sooner.

⟢ He's torn between being regretful that he waited that long and feeling euphoric that he's really about to worship your body to his hearts content.

⟢ He's incredibly touchy feely. Consider every part of your body groped and kissed at least five times.

⟢ Favourite position is definitely you riding him. He'd have a few hang ups on it at first, as missionary back then was the only sex position that the church approved of, and he felt guilty about making you do so much work.

⟢ But he'd learnt his lesson about denying you by then.

⟢ You always had the greatest ideas, if those strawberries dipped in chocolate were anything to go by.

⟢ His eyes were greedy, watching the way you'd lower and lift yourself up and down his aching length. The way your skin stretched over your muscles as you chased your climax, eyebrows furrowed and shoulders hunched as you rested the palms of your hands on his chest.

⟢ He didn't know whether he wanted to keep his eyes locked onto you, or where your bodies were connected down below.

⟢ Just the thought made him so worked up and flustered he'd break a sweat.

⟢ His hands fit so perfectly in the dips of your waist, encouraging your movements as you rutted your hips against his. You looked like a painting, your plush thighs pressed tightly into his sides as you worked yourself into bliss.

⟢ He'd run his hands over every part of you, being extra cautious of being gentle. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you.

⟢ He definitely finished early the first like. 20 times you did that position. He felt terrible, but you considered it an amazing confidence boost. All apologies would die on his tongue the minute you'd lay down and ask him to finish the job by other means instead.

⟢ And speaking of thighs - his head being crushed by your thighs as he went down on you? God yes. He was used to the feeling of something constantly covering his face, and your legs were a welcome addition.

⟢ He's definitely messy and obviously inexperienced, so his rhythm would be uncomfortable and all over the place to begin with. But he'd figure out what drives you crazy in no time.

⟢ He's very, very eager to please. He'd worship every inch of you at every opportunity he could.

⟢ And have you seen this man's hands? Yum.

⟢ If you ever surprised him by wearing something skimpy or risqué? I hope you didn't have any plans for the next few hours. He's definitely taking his time with his gift.

THIS MAN UGH HE'S SO 😭💗

#phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera musical #poto #phantom of the opera x reader #gaston leroux #cherik #erik carriere #erik destler #erik destler x reader #erik the phantom #1990 phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera 1990 #the phantom of the opera #the phantom x reader

[alisonfelixwrites]

pierced (*) // informed consent one shot (1)

!! this series was originally harry styles fanfiction, i edited it and changed his last name :)

Description: a series of one shots following 'informed consent: short story' -- in which mia and harry continue to explore their relationship and mia comes up with the bold idea to get piercings together

Word count: 11,533

Content: fluff!!!! smut: grinding, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, fingering

informed consent masterlist

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Mia was staring at Harry.

She had been for a long time, and by the small smile on Harry’s lips, she felt like he knew she was staring at him.

Mia sat at her usual spot in the library, her legs pulled up to her chest to make herself comfortable as she tugged at the sleeves of a large jumper – one she borrowed from Harry after making her way to campus and realizing it was much colder than she anticipated. She had called Harry on the way over and he gladly pulled something out of his closet for her to wear.

Harry wasn’t sure how to admit to Mia how sexy she looked in his clothes. She was basically swimming in his jumper, the sleeves already rolled up but still making her hands look like little paws, and the neckline revealed her own, thinner jumper she wore underneath.

He wasn’t sure how to bring that across to her, because what he really wanted to say was that he wanted to fuck her into oblivion as she wore that sweater. 

And obviously, he couldn’t use those words without giving Mia a stroke, so he kept his mouth shut.

Mia was more subtle in her ways of admiring Harry. She did so by staring at him for what felt like hours. Without blinking. Without realizing time moved by. Without remembering how to breathe.

He sat opposite her today, their books and notes sprawled out on the table they had to themselves. He leaned his elbow on the table, his jaw on his hand as he stared at his notes with a furrowed brow, flipping a pencil around between his other fingers.

Bony, long fingers.

Mia was near drooling. 

He wore his regular beanie to keep his wispy hair away from his face, to keep himself focussed while studying. He wore a similar jumper to hers, and Mia suspected that Harry liked for them to match. The pencil between his fingers had been swapped after he destroyed the pen he used earlier, leaking ink all over the fingers of his writing hand.

It had smudges now, and somehow Mia found that even sexier. There were some remains of chipped polish on his nails – something he insisted Niall did to him when drunk but Mia felt like he was just too shy to admit that he liked painting his nails – and there was the birthmark on his wrist. 

She loved that detail of him. She loved him.

“Mia.” Harry murmured softly and she snapped out of her thoughts, lifting her rounded eyes, “Hm?”

Harry shot her a small smile, “You’re staring.”

It was the fourth time in a little over an hour, that he called her out for it. Mia nibbled on her lip and blushed, nodding to herself, “Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He whispered and Mia dropped her pen while letting out a sigh, “I’ve been studying really good for the past few hours, H.”

He nodded with an amused smile, “I know.”

Mia pouted at him, “Then why can’t we take a break?”

Harry chuckled and leaned over the table, staring at Mia’s notes in front of her. He had to tear his eyes away from her pouty face before he devoured her right here. Her hair was in a braid today, but more messy then usual. She was fresh-faced for their day of studying in the library and Harry was surprised how Mia was the bad student today. For once.

Usually it was him being distracted by her and her having to motivate him with little kisses to keep going. But Mia had a hard time today. She hadn’t seen Harry in two days and she had been so bubbly and excited since last night that she hardly slept.

He offered her a gentle smile and when Mia felt like his hands were in reach, she stretched hers out to feel his fingers. She didn’t care if she got ink smudges on them, she just wanted to feel his warmth. Harry leaned over the table further, “Sweetheart,” he crooned, “we’ve only been studying for less than two hours. I thought you said you wanted no breaks until lunch?”

“But I missed you.” She whispered, a small flush rising up her cheeks. In the weeks of her and Harry dating, she tried to get more comfortable with voicing her feelings. Like he was. Harry’s lips curled up into a pleasant smile and he gently squeezed her hands, “I missed you too, my love.”

“Then can I maybe get a kiss?” She softly spoke.

“Will that make you continue studying?”

Mia eagerly nodded and Harry sighed, giving in. He made it seem like it was a task, just to tease her, but by the time he reached, his hands hungrily grabbed at the sides of her face to tilt her head back.

He stood over her chair as she held onto his elbows, while he pressed his lips against hers. She tasted like her morning coffee from a short moment ago and he sighed out through his nose, kissing her firmly.

Harry’s friends had insisted on a ‘guy’s weekend’, which meant he had only seen Mia briefly on Friday night before being stuck with his mates on Saturday and Sunday. He had catching up to do with his studying and was still fighting off a hangover he felt like could take weeks to disappear, but Mia just made everything better.

He had been on his phone the entire weekend, calling her every chance he could to hear her sleepy voice late at night. They spoke until she fell asleep and he desperately tried to wake her for a bit, needing to hear her voice again. And then he’d leave her voice notes which she’d listen to in the morning.

Harry’s friends had branded them as clingy. It wasn’t new, it was also what Hazel called them and Harry couldn’t really disagree. He was always in arm’s reach from Mia, wanting to constantly touch her.

But Harry’s friends had missed him, and he couldn’t deny he had been spending a lot of time with his girlfriend. Harry and Mia tried to keep their private time, private. She hadn’t been around his friends all too much and Harry knew it wasn’t because she didn’t like them, but crowds still caused her anxiety to spike even if it were people she knew.

Mia blossomed when it was just the two of them. She got cheeky and teasing, crawling on top of him and initiating kisses until Harry felt floaty and breathless. 

It had been a couple of weeks since Harry and Mia touched each other for the first time, divulging in a physical lust that lead them to her bed with his head between her legs and her name shakily trembling from his lips as his eyes rolled back.

Things hadn’t gotten easier for Harry. If anything, he couldn’t get the image out of his head of a writing Mia with her doe eyes full of hunger and her lips open as they smeared against his. He couldn’t stop thinking of the way her body moved on top of him, grinding him to an orgasm.

They had done it twice more since then, usually in the same way. In her bed, Harry on top and kissing her until they somehow slipped of a few pieces of clothing. Harry knew Mia was shy to touch him, but her eyes had been curious the first time he pulled his prick out to jerk off after making her finish on his tongue.

Mia had stared intently at how his fist wrapped around his shaft, veiny and red and the head enlarged and weeping precum that streaked over her tummy. And then she slowly dragged her eyes up his bare chest until reaching his eyes, and Harry’s face screwed up into pleasure before he begged her to let him cum – and she did. She gave him the permission and her words were hardly out before he doubled over with a groan and a squeeze to her hip, releasing on her soft skin.

Mia had learned that Harry had a thing with that. Asking her if he could finish. As if he needed her permission to do so, as if it turned him on to have her take control. It was thrilling but also scary, because Mia wasn’t sure if she’d ever be ready for that. After doing stuff three times, she had grown slightly comfortable with Harry taking on that role. It had turned a little predictable, but Mia liked that.

Structure.

Hazel called her a control freak over it, but used the word perfectionist to bring the message across a little gentler. 

“No, one more.” Mia pouted against Harry’s lips as he pulled back, her fingers tugging on the sleeve of his jumper and he chuckled, bumping their noses together, “One more,” he whispered, “and then we continued.”

“Since when are you such a serious student?” Mia scoffed slightly in fake frustration and Harry’s dimples popped in an amused smile, shaking his head lightly, “I’ve corrupted you.” He whispered, kissing her again.

Mia tried to push herself off of the chair to kiss him deeper but Harry pulled back in time before they got out of hand, leaving Mia with a pouty face that he could feel pulling on his heartstrings.

It didn’t help that she was studying for her least favourite subject – data analysis – and that she had sort of made up her mind to switch to something else after Christmas exams. One semester into doing something she didn’t like, felt like enough.

She felt like she had settled on anthropology, but was continuously going back and forth without being able to make up her mind. It didn’t help that she couldn’t ask her parents for advice, because she had yet to tell them.

She had a little call with them over the weekend – probably another reason why she felt like she needed Harry so much right now – and it just didn’t come up. In the sense that Mia actively avoided talking about it.

She had admitted softly that she had stopped the therapy sessions and they had reprimanded her enough for that, she didn’t want to add fuel to an already raging fire. One disappointment at the time, she felt. Of course, her father continued comparing her academic career to her brother’s, who passed every exam with flying colours. 

Aden was in business school more up north and Mia had to admit she hadn’t heard of him in months. She didn’t miss him.

“Mia.” Harry sighed, and she lifted her gaze again to see him shooting her a stern look, “You have to study. You’ll be disappointed in yourself if you don’t finish that chapter before lunch.”

She sighed and tucked her knees up a little higher, getting comfortable on the wooden chair she somehow fit on while folding herself in half. Her fingers tucked her loose hair behind her ears and she clicked her pen, “It’s so boring.”

“I know. But you’re a good girl and if you want to keep being a good girl, you’ll do as I ask you to.” Harr murmured. A tingle shot up Mia’s spine and it didn’t go unnoticed by Harry. He had noticed it before, how Mia just loved praise. In any sense of the word. He used it in sexual moments, but also in loving moments, and also in teasing moments – like right now.

She blushed a little, remembering how he went on and on about how good of a girl she was last weekend with her thighs split over him and his hands on her ass as she sat on top of him in a little thong that made him moan out with screwed-shut eyes the first second he laid eyes on it.

Mia had flushed a furious shade of red after putting on the delicate little piece of lingerie. She had taken Hazel’s advice and shopped for some pretty stuff to surprise Harry, but also to make herself feel sexier and more confident.

Harry couldn’t help but wonder at all times what she was wearing underneath her clothes. She wore tight leggings today to be comfortable at the library when studying, with her black boots and his jumper covering her up.

“Eyes on the notes, Mia.” Harry tutted her and she exhaled a trembling breath with soft pink cheeks while nodding, “Okay.”

He nodded with a smile and then turned his attention back to his own notes, trying not to be too distracted by her heavenly floral scent hanging around her. Harry couldn’t wait to have her smell all over his jumper. He was sure he’d sleep with it.

Mia and Harry refrained from sleeping together during the week, but over the past few weekends they had spent nights in her bed most often. On the nights that they didn’t get lost in each other’s bodies, they watched movies on her computer while cuddling up, or they stayed up and read their books or spoke about philosophy until dozing off to sleep.

Harry clung to her as Mia easily adapted to whatever position Harry pulled her in. She was the easiest sleeper he had ever come across, hardly moving throughout the night and she slept through all of his accidental kicks or elbows to the ribs or snores he exhaled into her neck.

Mia and Harry held true to their words, studying until lunch came around. Mia’s growling stomach indicated that it was noon, and Harry pushed his stuff together while letting out a sigh, then stretching his arms up in a yawn before relaxing his shoulders.

Mia’s eyes were back on him, as intently as ever as he glanced at her again. Harry wasn’t someone who got shy or blushy a lot, but Mia’s intense gaze could turn his cheeks pink easily. He chuckled a little, “What?”

She was back to staring at him with that wonder in her eyes, like he was the only thing she’d ever seen. Mia bit her lip and shrugged, “Nothing, I just love you.”

“Mia,” Harry softly cooed, “you absolute angel.” He got up to his feet, chair scraping back on the hardwood floors of the library. The winter sun shone through Mia’s favourite window in her favourite space, lighting up Harry in a soft hue as he walked over to her and cupped her cheeks again like he did before, tilting her head back, “I love you too.”

They kissed again, a few loving little doting kisses on waiting lips before pulling back when Mia’s stomach growled again. 

“Let’s get some food into you, for an entire afternoon of productive studying.” Harry smirked as he pulled her up. Mia whined quietly, trying not to disturb any other students who were hidden behind the shelves of books surrounding their table in the library. Mia and Harry gathered their stuff and pushed their notes together to reserve their seats, before they put on their thick coats and exited the building.

Their hands were bundled together into Harry’s coat pocket and Mia tiredly leaned into his arm a little while making their way to the cafeteria on campus.

Harry waddled behind her in the line for food, suggesting that Mia took the warm soup and a bagel as he went for a club sandwich and planned on finishing off whatever soup Mia couldn’t finish. They had a thing for sharing some of their food ever since their first date. It just brought a sense of connection and comfort to eat half their food and switch plates. 

They sat down at one of the tables in the middle, slipping in at a table where Harry recognized a few people from. They left room in between to have a bit of privacy, but Mia found herself glad to not have her lunches by herself anymore. If anything, she sought company during lunch.

She asked Hazel for her schedule or tried to have lunch at home when she had a skip in her classes. Or she texted Harry and they met up.

Sometimes, they studied at his dorm or Harry came over to the apartment and him, Hazel and her formed a little study club around the kitchen table. 

All that they knew was that the past two weeks, classes had ended and it was full time study mode right about now. Exams started in a week and finished right before Christmas. Mia felt like she was somehow a little bit on schedule, but was still tremendously freaked out by all the things she had yet to do.

Harry, on the other hand, felt prepared as ever. He had never studied this much, had never felt so motivated, had never felt so inspired. All because of his Mia.

“Is it good?” Harry asked while chewing his food. Mia winced a little as the hot tomato soup burned her tongue a little. She fanned at herself, making Harry chuckle a little before she swallowed it down, “Really good, really hot.”

“I can tell.” He smiled, reaching his hand out for her spoon to take a little bit. He blew air on the orange soup and then put it in his mouth, tasting it too. He hummed and put the spoon back, “Really good. You want a bite of mine?”

He offered her his sandwich and Mia nodded, taking it from Harry as they shared their lunch.

“I don’t want to study anymore.” Mia complained while swirling her spoon through the soup. Harry chuckled, “Me neither. But we’re doing good, aren’t we?”

Mia nibbled her lip and straightened up, “Can’t we like… get a treat for ourselves tonight?”

Harry’s mind went to the filthiest places and he breathed out a chuckle, “I can think of a few treats.” He didn’t stop himself from speaking his mind and Mia blushed as she caught on, “Not like that.” She murmured before shrugging, “Well – maybe like that.”

Harry paused in raising his sandwich, staring at her with his brows up in surprise, “Seriously?”

Mia blushed deeper and didn’t say anything as she shifted in her seat and Harry put his sandwich down while chuckling, smirking at her with a little hum, “Y’really did miss me this weekend, did you?”

“I did.” Mia murmured and Harry’s heart thrashed in his chest as he reached his hand over to find her fingers, two dainty rings on her middle and pointer one, “Are you inviting me over to stay the night on a Monday, Mi?”

Mia’s chest fluttered at the nickname. Mi. She found herself nodding without even realizing it, always in a trance whenever Harry looked at her with these intense, teasing eyes and that lopsided smirk on his lips which just made her swoon, “Yes.” She whispered, “If you want to.”

Harry giddily nodded, “Of course I do. I missed you took, y’know?”

“You did?”

He nodded again, “Of course. Thought about you the entire time, missed waking up with you.”

Mia fought her wide smile as she squeezed his hand back, “Me too.”

“So, what adventurous thing do you want to do then tonight?”

Mia’s brows raised, “Oh – I-I don’t know.” She backtracked quickly and Harry smiled at her, “No, no, I think you had something in mind.” He teased a little. He wanted to know the ins and outs of Mia’s brain – especially the parts she kept hidden from him. He knew she had a dirty side. A very dirty side.

She had told him about her wet dreams and about the chats she had with Hazel to expand on her sexual knowledge. Mia knew stuff. She read stuff, she’d seen stuff. She was just too shy to initiate anything and Harry was still a little stuck in knowing how fast or far he could go with her. Besides, he was more than satisfied with what they did now.

He still just really didn’t want to scare her off in any way. 

Mia nibbled her lip as she glanced her eyes up, “I did have an idea…”

Harry’s heartbeat picked up, wondering if she was really going to speak her mind about what she wanted in bed tonight, if she was really going to say the words, if she really had certain fantasies.

“Yeah?” He asked with a dry throat as Mia shifted and cleared her throat, “Mhm. I-I’ve been thinking of getting my ears pierced.”

Harry’s shoulders dropped a little as he frowned, “Oh.” It wasn’t what he was expecting, but Mia didn’t pick up on his confusion as she sighed out, “Yeah. I’ve had them pierced since I was a little girl, but I’ve kind of wanted to get like a second piercing, in my lobe.”

She brushed her braid over her shoulder to expose her left ear, and Harry stared at the little, subtle diamond stud in her lobe that he hadn’t really even noticed before. She had to be always wearing it for it to stand out this little, Harry thought. Mia then tapped her pointer finger to the skin next to her earring, “So here, maybe? I don’t know, what do you think?”

Harry cleared his throat and nodded, “I think it’d look really good. You’d be very pretty with it, sweetheart.”

“I just hope it doesn’t hurt too much.”

“Well, you’ve had the other two done, right?” Harry asked and Mia chuckled, “Yeah, but I was like… seven. I don’t remember.”

Harry cracked a smile, “If you don’t remember, it couldn’t have been that bad.” He convinced her. Mia smiled back and it grew a little wider as she nodded, “Okay. Well then, that’s what I’d like to do tonight.” She sounded proud, and Harry knew she was giddy. In Mia’s books, this was her acting completely crazy. It was doing something unplanned, a little risky, without her parent’s approval.

And Mia did feel a little reckless about it, but in a good way. Hazel would be proud, she felt. Taking a decision without making a pro’s and cons list and talking herself out of it about eighteen times before making the appointment and then cancelling last minute… she was stepping away from that.

She was going to do this. She was going to get her ear pierced. Tonight.

Mia’s chest bubbled in excitement as she played with Harry’s fingers, “Will you come with me?”

“Of course.” He nodded, “I’ll hold your hand.”

Mia nodded and then shrugged, “You know – uh… maybe you could… think about getting that nose ring again?”

He narrowed his eyes as his smirk slowly grew, “Yeah?”

She shrugged again, “I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Mia…” Harry mused, “you’d like to see me with that nose ring, wouldn’t you?”

“Just… a normal amount.” She denied, “No more than I want to see you every day.”

Harry huffed out a chuckle, “Sure, you’re a shit liar, baby.”

His cursing came naturally yet Mia wasn’t accustomed to it yet. Especially when doing anything sexual, Harry could get very vocal and talkative. In a good way. Mia really took in his words in moments like that, and they travelled straight between her legs to make her even wetter than she already was.

She blushed a little at his words and rolled her lips inside her mouth, shyly leaning back into her chair to pull up one leg, “Maybe I’d like to see you wearing it, yeah.” She admitted softly.

“I did take it out when I started uni…” Harry mused out loud and Mia pouted a little, “Yeah, but lots of students in philosophy have piercings and tattoos. It’s not like the school forbids it.”

“Shit, baby, you really want me to get that hoop through my nose, hm?” Harry teased, fake sternly grabbing her fingers and Mia giggled to herself, sliding her phone towards Harry, “Will you call and make the appointment for tonight?”

He smiled, “Okay. So studying, piercings, dinner at your place and a sleepover? ‘S my lucky day.”

“Mine too.” She softly crooned, falling in love with him all over as Harry took her phone and dialled the number.

***

Mia regretted her decision a few hours later, when they were packing up their stuff a little before six to get the last appointment at the parlour. 

Her little spurt of confidence had been short-lived, and she had to admit she had a bad studying day because before lunch, she had been constantly distracted by Harry, and after lunch, she had been constantly worrying about this piercing and if it would fit her.

Mia knew it was only an earlobe, not even cartilage or anything. If she wanted to take it out, she would and no one would know. It wasn’t a big deal, most people wouldn’t even notice.

She had made the decision in the blink of an eye, and now she felt like maybe she had to think it over a little bit. She couldn’t even imagine what her parents would say if they ever noticed. Harry gently held her hand as they exited the library. Mia smiled warmly at the librarian as Harry shot her a bit of a grumpy look before they braved the cold.

“Gonna walk home with me really quick to pick up my stuff for tonight, Mi?” Harry asked as they walked the campus grounds. Mia didn’t answer as she kept her eyes low and Harry softly squeezed her fingers before bringing their hands back together in his pocket, “Hm? What’s on your mind?”

“Oh.” She lifted her head and shook it, “Nothing, promise. Yeah, sounds good. We’re here now anyway.”

Harry narrowed his eyes, “Told you you’re a shit liar. You having second thoughts about the piercing?”

“A little.” She murmured and Harry hummed, “That’s okay. You don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it. Or you can, but maybe another day if it doesn’t feel right.”

Mia pressed her lips together, “But… You’re coming with me because I asked you too and you’re getting your nose redone. So how sad would if be if I dragged you there and then didn’t even get anything myself?”

Harry chuckled, “Not sad at all. Like I said, you don’t have to do it if you don’t feel like it.”

“But I do feel like it.”

Harry turned his head to face her, nose slightly pink from the cold as she was bundled up in a thick coat and scarf, “Then what’s on your mind, my love?”

The many nicknames made her want to kiss him stupid over and over again. Mia caught her breath and shrugged, “I don’t know. I think I’m just a little scared.”

“It won’t hurt, if that what you’re worried about. It’s not cartilage, it’s just a little…” he brought his other hand to her free ear, trapping her lobe between his fingers before gently pressing down, “sting.”

“Harry.” Mia laughed, leaning out of his grip as he chuckled. Mia then sighed, “I don’t know. It’s stupid. I should just do it, right? I’m making a big deal out of this.”

“Maybe.” He shrugged, “I mean, I think you’d look incredible with it,” He pulled his key out of his other pocket, “I think you look amazing in everything.”

Mia blushed a little as they entered his building, the warmth embracing them as they took the elevator up and Harry let them into his apartment. It smelled like curry and Niall was hanging on the couch as they walked in.

Harry lifted his brows, “Hi. Seems like you’ve had a productive day.”

“Hey.” Niall greeted back, mouth full of food, “Well, didn’t have my usual study group so who can blame me.”

Mia offered Niall a small smile, “You’re welcome to join us in the library.” It earned her a little jab in the ribs from Harry, who shot her a look and shook his head, only making her smile wider. Niall grumbled something, “Nah, ‘s not really my scene. I prefer to study on the couch.”

Mia jumped up in surprise when the door flung open and Louis and Zayn walked in, both dressed in baggy clothing. Louis’ face lit up when he saw Mia, pulling her into a side hug. She clumsily fell into the affectionate gesture but felt relieved when the hands around her body disappeared again. Harry shot her a sympathetic smile and she dropped her shoulders again when relaxing.

She still wasn’t the best with unprepared physical contact, but she knew that the more she’d get to know Harry’s mates, the better it would get.

“Niall,” Zayn groaned, “you swore you’d tell us when the food arrived.”

Niall shrugged and Louis scoffed, “You’ve eaten like half our stuff! You little shit!”

Mia watched in amusement as the boys fought over dinner, while Harry was in his room grabbing a few things to spend the night. He packed his duffle bag with some extra underwear, toiletries and some clothes for tomorrow. He packed an extra jumper in case Mia wanted one of his again. He wouldn’t mind.

“Mia, are you not staying for dinner? I mean – we can order something else. Don’t think Niall’s left much.” Zayn chuckled as Harry exited his room. Mia sat down on the little pouf off to the side as she smiled at his offer and then shook her head, “Harry and I have plans, actually. But thank you.”

“You need to have dinner with us sometime.” Louis chimed in, snatching the food away from Niall and Zayn hummed in agreement. Mia straightened up and blushed a little, “A-Alright. Yeah. Okay.”

“C’mon, love.” Harry mumbled, swinging his duffle bag over his shoulder before waving at his friends, “See you guys tomorrow. Try not to kill one another.”

With Mia’s hand in his, they left again and strutted through the cold campus on their way into the city area. There was a piercing parlour not too far from campus and the guy said they could come in around six thirty as their last appointment of the day. Mia cuddled into Harry’s muscular arm while braving the December cold.

A few Christmas decorations had been put up around campus and it covered everything in a really festive glow. Mia loved it, constantly pointing out little details to Harry who swooned at her enthusiasm. He’d call her cute and smear his lips against hers in the middle of the street, which made Mia blush at their public display of affection.

Her and Harry didn’t brag about their relationship much at school. They got curious looks, from both students and teachers but didn’t do anything besides some hand holding and maybe a kiss on the cheek. 

“Here it is.” Mia breathed as they stood in front of the little shop. It looked grungy and a little scary even, Mia had to admit. It was also a tattoo parlour so the windows were covered in pictures of tattoos, different sketches, doodles, varying from snakes with knives through them to dainty little flowers.

“Got a few tattoos done here a couple months ago.” Harry remembered with a nod before giving Mia’s hand a slight squeeze, “Let’s go in, ‘m freezing.”

They entered the shop together to be greeted by a tattooed and bearded man behind the registry. Mia awkwardly shuffled behind Harry a little. She had never felt so out of place anywhere ever before and she tightly clung to his hand, shying herself from the man behind the registry.

He probably thought she was so silly coming in here, looking like that. She peaked at him over Harry’s shoulder, noticing the friendly smile he shot her boyfriend. Harry nodded at him, “Hi, I called for an appointment earlier.”

“Yeah,” The man nodded, “Sinclair, right?” He checked his computer screen, “Got you up here for two piercings.”

“That’s right.” Harry confirmed, glancing at me over his shoulder with a reassuring nod, “My girlfriend would like a second piercing in her ear, like in the lobe. And I’d like to re-pierce my nose.”

The guy hummed and nodded, “Okay, sounds good. So, I’m Lyle, and I’ll be doing your piercings tonight. You guys can both fill out one of these forms, it’s pretty standard.” He pulled out two sheets and handed them to both Harry and Mia. She reluctantly accepted, pulling out her pink sparkly pen out of her own bag before her and Harry were hunched over the registry to fill it out.

It was questions like if she was allergic to anything, if she took any specific medication, if she was on blood thinners, and anything like that. Her and Harry filled it out in silence before he quickly scanned his eyes over hers. He basically knew these forms by heart, having them filled out a billion times for his tattoos before. 

“Here you go.” He handed both their forms back to Lyle and he nodded, “Alright. Who wants to go first?”

Harry flicked his eyes to Mia, who pressed her lips together and shot him a look. Harry was about to open his mouth but Mia beat him to it, “Me.” She piped up. She got raised brows from Harry in return, surprise written over his face. She sighed out, “If you go first and I have to watch, I’ll never go through with it.”

He chuckled out, “Fair enough, love. Alright.”

“Okay, you can both come with me.” Lyle guided them through some hallways and into one of the rooms where there was a black table for them to lie on, along with more doodles and sketches littering the walls. Harry had his eyes trained in concentration on some of the tattoo designs while Mia slipped off her coat and was instructed to sit down on the table.

“Do I have to lie down?” She asked, nervously tucking her hair behind her ear.

Lyle shook his head with a gentle smile, “No, you don’t. You can just sit like that. Lobe piercings really don’t hurt, it’s a little sting and it heals quickly, doesn’t bleed a lot.”

Mia perked up a little bit, a tight-lipped smile on her lips, “Okay.”

“Have you decided which ear you’d like?” He asked, pulling a few things out. Mia subconsciously felt with her fingers to her ears, “Uh – left, I think.”

“Which side do you usually sleep on?”

Mia puckered her lips in thought until Harry stood by her side at the table, playing with the ends of her braid, “Right.” He answered.

“Perfect.” Lyle nodded. Mia smiled gently at Harry, who seemingly knew her better than she knew herself. She relaxed a little more into her seated position and her eyes widened when Lyle pulled up an array of little piercings, “You can pick one of these for me to put in. Take your time.”

“Wow.” She mumbled, letting her eyes dart over the many options. Harry peaked over her shoulders too, humming, “These are very pretty. They’d all look great on you.”

“This one’s really nice.” She stroked the tip of her finger over one of the little heart piercings and Harry hummed, “Really nice.” His eyes travelled over the range of little flower piercings too.

“Oh!” Mia exclaimed with a gasp and a grin, “Harry, there’s a little bumblebee piercing!”

He chuckled, “Yeah, there is.” He looked at the little silver bee piercing which Mia had her eye on, “I want that one.” She murmured.

“Have you picked one?” Lyle asked, putting gloves on his hands. Mia eagerly nodded, “Yes, I-I’d like the little bumblebee. Please.”

“Of course, great pick.”

“Thank you.” She blushed a little, smiling at Harry who nodded at her with pride in his eyes. He let his hand slip to her lower back, letting him feel he was here for her. Mia got instructed to put her hair fully behind her ear, and she straightened up as the her ear got disinfected.

“Okay, ‘m gonna put a little dot on where I think it’d look good. And you tell me if you like it there, yeah?” Lyle spoke. Mia nodded with her lip between her teeth, stifling a little giggle as the marker he used tickled her lobe. Harry kept his eyes on her adorable little smile, the excitement evident on her face.

Lyle handed her a mirror and the corners of Mia’s lips curled up as she looked at the little black dot next to the diamond stud and she flicked her eyes to Harry, “What do you think?”

He pressed his palm into her lower back, fighting the urge to kiss her right here. He licked his bottom lip, “Think it looks great, angel. How about you?”

“I like it.” She murmured, staring at the placement again before lowering the mirror, “Y-Yeah, that’s good.”

He nodded in appreciation before getting everything ready, “Alright. You can just sit up straight and tilt your head a little bit. ‘M gonna pull your lobe just a tad.”

Mia puffed out a breath and straightened up, Harry moving to her other side to gently hold her hands and play with her fingers as Lyle disinfected the area again and got the piercing ready, “It’s just gonna be a little sting and then it’s over, okay?”

“Okay.” Mia squeaked, squeezing Harry’s hands tightly until she felt the pressure on her lobe, the skin being pierced tightly by the device in Lyle’s hand, “There we go.” He mumbled.

Mia bit her tongue as she harshly gripped Harry’s fingers and he squeezed her hands back, “Doing good, Mia. It’s done already.” Harry smiled at her reassuringly. After the first sting subsided, Mia let out a breath and her lips widened in a smile, “It is?”

“Yeah.” Lyle confirmed, pulling back, “Just a second.”

Mia relaxed in the seat a little as Lyle cleaned her up a little bit with a cotton swab, the few little drops of blood being wiped away to leave her ear clean and crisp. He then handed her a mirror, “Here you go.”

“Oh my gosh.” Mia gasped with a beaming glimmer in her eyes, “It looks so good!”

Harry smiled and chuckled out, pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek as Lyle had his back to them. Mia stared at her reddened and slightly swollen lobe, decorated with a little silver bumblebee piercing. She turned to Harry, “Harry, I love it.”

“I love it too.” He smiled, cheeks hurting from witnessing the excitement in Mia’s face. She giggled giddily before exhaling a breath, “Thank you so much.” She spoke to Lyle who offered her a gentle smile, “It’s fine, miss. I think you picked a nice one. Looks great.”

She beamed at the compliment and was then ordered to switch places with Harry. He was a lot less nervous than she was and didn’t necessarily need Mia to hold his hand, but she wanted to. Partly to be there for him, partly to distract herself from the dull throb in her lobe which had been violated by ramming a piercing through it.

“Are you okay?” Mia checked in all the time as Harry laid down on his back and Lyle shone a light on his nose to clearly see where the previous piercing hole was. Harry chuckled under his breath, “’M great, Mia. Don’t worry about me.”

“It’s not actually even closed all the way.” Lyle murmured, “So it’s basically gonna be me piercing the skin, but not your cartilage. So it’ll heal quickly.”

Harry nodded, “Okay, that’s great.”

“D’you want a hoop or a stud? Normally we do studs first but since it’s an old one that we’re redoing…”

Harry glanced at Mia, who nibbled her lip, “Hoop.” She softly murmured and Harry smirked before nodding, “Hoop it is.”

Barely a few minutes later, Harry’s right nostril had a little silver hoop in it, complimenting his already impeccable nose. His eyes had watered a little from the pressure but he was calm and breathing normally while Lyle cleaned up a little. Harry got a few more instructions on how to take care of his piercing since they still went through cartilage, but it didn’t bleed or hurt much.

Mia stared at him, in wonder of his strength to the point she forgot about her own pierced ear. Harry got back up, inspecting his old new piercing in the mirror with a grin on his lips. Mia was in disbelief of how himself he still looked. It was like the hoop fit straight into his face, hardly standing out against his skin. 

“You like it?” He checked as Mia pulled her coat back on. She grinned and nibbled her lip before shyly nodding, “I love it.”

Harry hummed and quickly dipped his head to press a little kiss to her lips as Lyle was back up front at the cash register. Harry breathed her in, nudging his nose with hers and not caring how it burned where the hoop pierced him, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” She giggled, gently cupping his chin and tracing her thumb over the little dimple below his bottom lip. Both of them chuckled and headed out to pay what they owed Lyle. Mia declined when Harry offered to pay for her piercing and instead paid for his, giving him the nose ring as a little gift.

Harry was affectionate with her on their way back to her apartment, holding his arm around her shoulder and his duffle bag around the other. It had started snowing ever so slightly and Mia buried her cheek into Harry’s side as they walked the sidewalks and simultaneously discussed what they could have for dinner.

They eventually decided on home made pizza’s, something Hazel agreed with when they walked in. Hazel sat on the couch with some tea, immediately prompted to prepare some for Mia and Harry. Mia lit up when Hazel was around, and Harry loved to see her blossoming like this in the company of people she felt comfortable around. 

Mia was a lot looser with Hazel than around his friends, and she proudly showed off her new piercing to Hazel, who gasped and doted over it. She hardly noticed Harry got his literal nose pierced, once more because the accessory just fit him so well and it wasn’t all that noticeable.

Mia pulled her braid out, Harry’s eyes trained on her as she ran her fingers through the length of her locks and then pulled it up in a high ponytail while pulling out the ingredients. He was fully mesmerized by her, hardly listening to Hazel as she told a story about her friend, Renan. Harry just hummed a little but blocked her out, keeping his eyes trained on Mia who moved through the kitchen in her leggings, fuzzy socks and his jumper on. 

She had a concentrated look on her face while pushing on the buttons of the oven, huffing a little in frustration when she got the settings wrong.

She was adorable. She was love. Harry was so, so in love.

Mia was less shy with her affection when it was just Hazel around, and she joined in their conversation while standing behind him and wrapping her arms over his shoulders from her elevated position. Hazel fake gagged and Mia chuckled, kissing Harry’s temple as she rolled her eyes, “You’re so dramatic.” She chuckled.

“You two are disgusting.” Hazel complained and Harry laughed, “We’re not, we’re adorable.”

Hazel huffed, “Sure. Try not to be too adorable tonight, will you? I need my sleep, ‘m behind on my studying.”

Mia turned bright red at Hazel’s words as Harry sputtered out an involuntary laugh, “Fuck.”

“Oh my god.” Mia winced, burying her face in Harry’s neck from behind to hide her heated cheeks. Hazel took pleasure in teasing them, and about thirty minutes later they munched on selfmade pizza while playing a little card game. It was a little silly and made up, all three their brains tired after a full day of studying.

So when ten in the evening rolled around, Hazel started yawning and announced that she was going to bed. She and Mia cleaned up a little, insisting that Harry didn’t have to help which he felt a little bad about.

Eventually, Mia took his hand and guided him into her room too, Hazel’s door already closed for the night. Harry would always feel a thrill in his bones as he followed Mia into her bedroom, a crisp and clean space she invited him to.

They took time in the bathrooms, changing into their pyjamas and doing a little skincare before cleaning their piercings and brushing their teeth. Harry made funny faces at her through the mirror, his sleepy eyes wrinkling in laughter at her giggling, nearly drooling toothpaste as she clutched her belly at his joking.

“Do you want to watch something before we go to bed? I would really like you to give Grey’s Anatomy a go. I’m on like the sixth season and it’s so exciting, you’ll be caught up in no time.” Mia rambled as they entered her bedroom. Harry was behind her and closed the door, smirking at an oblivious Mia before he grabbed her hip and spun her around. She yelped slightly, her ponytail flying around before Harry needily pressed his lips on hers.

Mia lost her breath, legs weakening at the way his fingers tilted up her jaw and his other hand slipped towards her behind, grabbing a handful of her ass into his palm to squeeze, “Darling,” He breathed, “I love you and I’d love to watch that show with you, but I was really hoping I could have you tonight. Been thinking about it all day.”

His words made Mia’s confidence rise, and they pulled back, wet lips brushing together as she drew a breath, “Y-You have?”

“Yes.” He groaned softly, “Missed you so much this weekend.”

“How much?” She whispered. Harry smirked, lazily kissing her again and keeping her close, “Dirty girl.” He spoke, hardly audible and Mia wasn’t sure if she heard it correctly before he took another small breath, “Fucked my hand three times, thinking of you. That’s how much.”

A small moan escaped Mia’s lips and Harry chuckled in delight of her reaction, “Did y’miss me too?”

“Uh huh.” Mia nodded, feeling the bed behind her and with one little nudge of Harry’s hip, they both tumbled into the sheets. He was on top of her, t-shirts separating their bare bodies as Harry held her jaw and kissed the corner of her mouth, “How much?” He asked her own question back to her.

Mia bit her lip, wondering how on earth she could elaborate on the fact she tried to touch herself this weekend. For the first time. Like, on purpose. She was thinking of Harry and felt that warmth between her legs, which usually only happened when he was around her.

It got unbearable, so Mia snuggled under her covers and clenched her legs together, before sighing out in frustration and curiously touching herself. It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Harry did it, and she didn’t really get anywhere, but she… explored.

“Tell me.” He urged in a whisper, somehow already about to guess what was on her mind. But he needed to hear it from her. Mia swallowed thickly and avoided his eyes with a blush on her cheeks, “I-I… uh…”

“Did you touch yourself?” He asked softly, kissing her cheek. Mia’s leg bent a little around him as she found herself nodding, “Yes.”

“Holy fuck.” Harry cursed, pressing a wet kiss to her neck. She could feel him growing against her thigh, a twitch of his dick when he heard her confirmation of his little guess. Harry kissed her lips again, “That’s so hot.” He breathed, “What’d you do, hm, darling? Used your fingers?”

Mia’s heartrate picked up and she breathed in desperate air, “I t-tried.”

“Good girl.” Harry praised, “Didn’t feel good?”

She shook her head, “Not really.”

“Tell me, sweetheart… was your hand inside your panties? Or just rubbing yourself over them?”

“I-Inside.”

Harry grunted again as he rutted his hips forward, rubbing into her thigh as he choked out a breath, “Were y’wet?”

“Yes.” Mia breathed and Harry gripped her jaw tighter, “Fuck, Mia…” Harry pulled back with a dazed look in his eyes, licking his lips, “Are you wet right now?"

Her cheeks flamed up as she felt her stomach clenching together. She hadn’t noticed how tightly her hands were wound in his curls again as she swallowed and forced herself to nod, “Y-Yes.”

“Oh my god – shit.” With each word coming from her mouth, Harry had to recompose himself. He loved her so much, his body loved her so much. She was everything to him and he wanted to show her so badly.

“Can I feel? D’you want my fingers, darling? Can I touch you? O-Or my mouth?” He offered her, desperate, so desperate to feel her in any sort of way she allowed him. Mia bit her lip, her flush deepening as she felt Harry fitting his thigh between her legs to pleasure her a little bit.

It’s usually how they started out, Harry rubbing her with his thigh until Mia grew delirious and needed more. She was already so on edge now, stifling a moan at the pleasure radiating from between her legs when he pressed into her clit.

“Harry…” She breathed, arching her back. She wore a loose t-shirt, no bra with her nipples perk through the white fabric. Harry licked his lips and then leaned down, pressing his mouth over her hard nipple over her shirt. 

He had yet to see her topless, somehow they hadn’t gotten to that yet. Mia gasped at the feeling of his tongue flicking her nipple and she shuddered, fisting his hair tighter, “M-Mouth.” She gasped out, “Please.”

Feeling his wet tongue on her chest, she had no doubt in her mind that his lips were what she craved where she needed him most. Her legs were trembling as Harry groaned and hummed, “Good girl. Want my mouth, that’s what you’ll have, sweetheart. Anything for you. Taste so fuckin’ delicious.” He murmured mindlessly while kissing over her throat.

His fingers played with the waistband of her shorts, tickling her hips as her tummy flipped in anticipation. She was in heaven. Harry hovering over her, giving her his undivided attention and wanting so badly to please her. This was her dream, this was everyone’s dream. Nothing could ever be better or more intimate than this.

Which is why Mia felt confident enough to open her mouth, “Can we try something?” She piped up. Maybe it was her rash decision of the day to get her ear pierced, or maybe it was just her growing comfort and confidence around her boyfriend, but Mia felt an urge to suggest something.

Harry lifted his head, hair tousled, cheeks pink and lips wet. He breathed in harsh puffs while nodding, "Of course, Mi. What’d you have in mind?” His heart was racing with the endless possibilities of what her words might be. Mia shyly glanced away, red rising up her neck as her chest heaved and she drew a breath, “C-Can I be on top?”

Harry felt like he was having a stroke. Mia stared up at him with round eyes, insecurity in her features and a shy blush on her body. His breath stuttered, his prick twitching against her thigh as he dropped his head to her clavicle, “Can y- oh, fuck… Oh my god, please. Yes.”

Mia fought her little smile as Harry quickly rolled them around. Her ponytail tickled his biceps as she hovered over him, his hand keeping her lips pressed to his as she parted her legs around his to straddle him. Mia had always enjoyed being in Harry’s lap or having the upper hand. No matter how comforting the weight of him felt on top of her, she did enjoy the elevated position.

“You’re going to ride my face,” He breathed against her lips, “fuck, this is the best day of my life.”

Mia giggled, “Harry…” And he chuckled back while shaking his head, “No, I’ve dreamt about this, about having you like this. You’re a god damn dream, Mia.”

They shared a loving kiss before Harry reached behind him to slip off his shirt. He pulled at the edges of her shorts, raising them up her hips more to show off the shape of her split thighs and his fingers danced around the curve of her ass.

Grinding for a little bit, Harry had to stop her before he exploded in his shorts. He dropped down his back as Mia shyly glanced over him. Harry popped himself back up on his elbows, “Take off your shorts and panties, sweetheart.”

Mia fought for air as she clumsily slipped out of her bottoms. Her shirt covered her up slightly still as she nervously sat on top of Harry. His eyes devoured her, hands on her bare hips and sliding down her thighs, “Good girl, doing so good.” He rasped out. He licked his lips over and over again, urging Mia to scoot up his chest. 

Her legs split wider to fit him between, shirt riding up a little. Harry kept his eyes on hers, keeping her comfortable as Mia had her lip fit between her teeth and slowly made her way up until she was level with his face. Harry salivated, kneading her thighs, “Fuck.” He couldn’t help the curse slipping from his lips.

Mia tentatively rested her hands on the top bar of her headboard and Harry shifted her ever so slightly, “Keep looking at me, Mia.” He ordered. She softly nodded, gripping the headboard tightly and keeping her eyes locked on his dark green ones. Harry tugged her down, her mouth parting in a gasp when his tongue slipped between her saturated folds.

She watched as Harry’s jaw tensed, she watched as his eyes fluttered shut, rolling back at her taste. He moaned against her, vibrations hitting her clit when he reached her pulsing pearl and gave it a cursory suck, making Mia gasp harder. 

“Oh god,” Mia whimpered when he swirled his tongue lower, messily spreading her slickness around, “Harry.” She threw her head back, pushing her t-shirt covered boobs out and Harry gripped her ass cheeks harder. He groaned with a deep frown, pulling back with his lips saturated in her arousal, “Mia,” He breathed, “eyes on me.”

Mia forced her eyes open, curving her back again to stare down between her legs. The sight of Harry laying below her with a wet mouth and hungry eyes, made her tremble. He nipped her thigh, “Don’t take your eyes off of me. And sit down, c’mon.” He urged her.

Mia bit her lip, “I-I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Mia.” Harry’s voice was more stern, his hand tapping her ass in more of a sharp little slap. Her eyes widened at the touch, warm palm immediately soothing it after as he shot her some sort of a glare, “Fuckin’ sit down on my tongue.”

He pulled her down on him harshly, and Mia’s legs gave way a little as she sunk down on his mouth. She bit down hard on her lip to keep from being too loud, knuckles turning white from curling tightly around the headboard. 

Her toes curled along with it as she fought to keep her eyes open and on Harry. He locked his arms around her thighs to keep her anchored on top of him, and Mia couldn’t stop anymore before she moved herself back against him.

Harry bent his legs, wishing he could touch himself as he witnessed his shy little Mia fucking herself on his mouth. Harry sucked her clit between his lips, licking in pulses as she gasped and exhaled softened whimpers of his name. Her pelvis rocked against his mouth in the rhythm of his delicious flicks.

Mia’s eyes glazed over in pure pleasure as she moaned through her teeth, brows scrunched up in bliss. Harry pulled back for air, panting out against her clit that he gave a little flick, “Scoot forward a little, sweetheart.” He instructed before groaning to himself, “Fuck, can’t wait to feel you sittin’ on my cock like that.”

Mia harshly breathed as she blindly nodded at his words, scooting slightly forward. Harry’s mouth disappeared from sight but his eyes crinkled in a smirk before she felt the tip of his tongue against her weeping hole. 

“Relax.” He murmured, bringing his hand between them to press his thumb over her clit to rub little circles. Mia melted into putty and nodded, “O-Okay.” She tried to do as Harry asked, relaxing. She untensed her muscles, Harry humming in approval. He applied a little more pressure to her clit, pushing tongue deeper inside of her.

It was stretching her. Where he had only pushed one slender finger inside of her previously, his tongue was quite a bit thicker and wider. Harry flexed the muscle, letting it disappear fully inside of her before flicking.

Mia shuddered, hips starting up their rocking again while Harry started a thrusting motion – fucking her with his tongue. With the continuous circles on her slicked bundle of nerves, Mia was on the edge of an orgasm in no time.

Her one hand moved flat against the wall, pressing against it to hold herself up. She hadn’t really considered the hardships of this position, and how her legs would be sore and how she was supposed to keep herself upright. She couldn’t help it when her eyes closed and she tossed her head back.

Harry didn’t spank her for it this time, keeping his tongue buried deep between her walls while flicking her clit until she gasped in a whiny breath and she clenched around the tip of his tongue. He lapped at her, moaning as she released in an intense, convulsing orgasm. Her clit pulsed as he kept his tongue against her while Mia struggled to hold herself up and have a clear thought.

His hands kneaded her ass cheeks as Mia trembled and Harry eventually pulled back, using the muscles of his arms to gently pull Mia away and let her fall down on her back next to him on the mattress. 

He was so fucking hungry for her, immediately rolling on top of her while she dazedly blinked at him with pink cheeks. His lips found hers easily, smearing together as he pushed his tongue out to roll around with hers. His salacious hand didn’t give her a break, slipping between their bodies.

Mia gasped against his lips when he pushed a finger inside of her and curled up into her still throbbing g-spot.

“Harry!” She cried, back arching out as her legs spasmed in an aftershock of her orgasm that Harry seemingly tried to drag out. Mia’s head got thrown back as he groaned into her neck, stroking the tip of his finger into her front wall. She tightly fisted his hair, writhing away from him, “T-Too much!” She choked out, “Too much.”

Harry grunted and tapped her g-spot once more before pulling his finger out. He wondered how far he could push her if she let him, but he respected her boundaries and decided to properly let her come down from her orgasm that he could still taste. Harry pulled back, catching his breaths as he hovered over a half-naked Mia on her bed. 

His hard cock strained against his shorts, pressed between Mia’s legs to still tease her a little even if she was so sensitive. They exchanged heated little kisses until Harry dragged his wet finger up her jaw, tracing it over her bottom lip to make it glisten in her own arousal.

He felt so filthy, unable to stop all his urges this time – like had succeeded in so many times. Mia felt breathless with Harry like this, but it excited her to no end. She wanted him so much and felt on a sparkly pink cloud after that orgasm. He always managed to make her feel so good, to take such good care of her.

They maybe moved slow, but it was so satisfying. Mia kept the eye contact as she darted her tongue out, wrapping her lips softly around the tip of Harry’s finger that had been inside of her earlier. His jaw slacked softly when he watched, Mia sucking his finger deeper.

She tasted herself on him, finger pressing down her tongue. 

Harry wasn’t sure how he was going to survive her. At all. He felt ready to just about die when she hollowed out her cheeks around his digit, sucking on his finger like she would his cock. He could only imagine her with his dick fitted between her lips with that wet tongue sliding around. 

“Fuck, Mia,” Harry gasped, “can I – fuck, please…”

She popped off his finger as Harry used his other hand to quickly yank his shorts down. He pushed up his knees slightly to keep his weight off of her. His hand quickly closed around his shaft, painfully hard. His knees spread her legs, and he stared down the length of her body, seeing her bare pussy spread for him, still wet with her orgasm. 

He wanted to lean down and lick her up, get drunk on her taste over and over again. Drive her crazy, make her melt, make her scream his name, make her pull his hair, make her so confident she’d bounce on his cock one day. 

Mia dragged her foot up his calf as Harry harshly tugged on himself in rapid, tight strokes like he’d imagine her pussy to feel. God, he couldn’t wait to have her. She’d be fucking magical, he just knew it.

“Mia,” He moaned, “I love you so much.” With his finger in her mouth, her hands on his legs and his hand on himself, Harry felt the beginning of his orgasm. He searched her face for approval, and she kept sucking on his finger while nodding – silently allowing him to finish. Harry hovered over her, pink lips opened up in a deep gasp as his entire body tensed and flexed.

“Oh my god.” He choked out, eyes rolling back no matter how hard he tried to focus on Mia. She blurred in front of him as his ears rang and his orgasm spurted out of him, landing on her thighs and the hitched up shirt. 

Harry shuddered, “Shit, you always make me c-cum so fucking hard.” He whimpered out. Mia moved her fingertips up his sides, feeling the ridges of his tight muscles as he came down from his orgasm. Drops of cum leaked from him and onto her skin as Harry’s vision returned.

He felt floaty, completely floaty. He wanted to be wrapped up into her arms and sleep for a few hours, just inhaling her scent as she kissed his forehead. 

“Oh my god.” Harry sighed out, blinking his eyes open and finding Mia intently staring at him. She had a small smile on her lips, softness and love in her eyes. Harry mimicked her stare and breathed out a chuckle, “Hey.”

“Hmm, hi.” Mia murmured back with a little, lazy smile. It was a look Harry didn’t often see on her. He stayed hovered over her as he quickly leaned down to take her in a small kiss, “Was that good?”

“So good.” Mia confirmed, nibbling her lip, “so good.”

“Can I clean you up?” Harry asked in another moment of lust and hunger, a fire for her that appeared to be unable to be dosed. Mia nodded softly, assuming Harry meant he’d get up and grab some tissues or a towel, but Harry smirked at her and leaned down. 

Mia’s lips parted when she felt his lips on her hip and she lifted her head in time to see Harry licking up his release. He kept his eyes on hers, eyeing her reaction. Mia blushed when Harry licked up his own orgasm, tongue moving around her skin to clean her.

She bit her lip, up on her elbows as she watched him, “H-How does it taste?” She timidly asked. Harry chuckled, “D’you want to try?”

Mia hesitated before reaching her finger out, ready to scoop up maybe a little dollop to try. She felt confident, happy, easy here. With Harry, none of this really seemed strange or stupid. It was intimate, how they explored one another.

She learned his body and her own, and he did too. And she loved exploring him, but she also loved exploring herself. 

Harry snatched her finger though before she could reach any of his release on her tummy. He shook his head, “Not like that. Lie back, sweetheart.”

Mia felt confused and paused for a second before doing as Harry instructed her to, laying back down. She had been following his orders all night and didn’t mind doing so. He was the more confident one, and she was glad that he took the lead and guided her through everything but still respected her pace and boundaries.

Mia laid on her back as she felt Harry’s tongue licking next to her belly button before he hovered over her.

His face came over hers, and she stared at him with a small confused frown. Harry’s eyes dropped to her lips and Mia felt her heart beating violently before she drew a sharp little breath and hesitantly parted her lips a little wider. 

Harry hummed with closed lips and Mia opened up a little more, shyly pushing out her tongue. Harry watched as she struggled with figuring out what he wanted her to do, but he didn’t mind. Her cheeks were hot pink when she laid under him with an open mouth and her tongue on display. He gently stroked through her hair once, the ponytail mostly undone at this point.

Harry’s lips puckered and Mia felt fresh heat coiling up in her tummy when he let a line of cum fall from his mouth to hers. It pooled on her tongue as they maintained eye contact, and Harry swore he was about to get hard again. He was spitting his cum back into Mia’s mouth after licking it off of her.

This was heaven, Harry was sure. 

Mia swallowed whatever Harry dropped on her tongue, not sure what to make of the taste. It was salty and just slightly slimy texture-wise. She didn’t have much time to think when he guided her through a deep, lingering kiss that clouded up her brain again. They rolled around the bed a little, him without a shirt and her without any bottoms on.

It was moments later Mia shyly climbed off of the bed to go clean up. Harry teased her about her bare butt and Mia tried to shoot him a glare, but her playful smile gave it away.

With her panties on and just the shirt she hurried into the bathroom to clean a little and wash her hands. She checked her piercing again and did her hair in a bit of a tighter braid to make sure not all of it got stuck in Harry’s mouth during the night.

Padding back into the bedroom, Harry was scrolling on his phone but put it down when Mia walked in. He smiled and opened up her side of the bed to climb into, which she giddily did.

“Can you spoon me?” She whispered once they were engulfed in the darkness of her bedroom. Harry’s hand was on the full of her thigh, pulling her into him as she stroked her fingers up his back. Harry’s lips rested softly against her forehead, “Don’t you need to sleep on your right side?”

Mia’s eyes widened, “Oh my god.”

Harry chuckled and Mia pouted with a little protesting groan, “So you won’t be able to spoon me until this piercing heals?”

He anchored her thigh higher over his hips, “That’s right. But we can still cuddle, m’love.”

Mia hummed, “I’m tired.”

“Me too.” Harry yawned, “We should go to sleep.”

“Another day of studying tomorrow.” Mia sighed and Harry hummed this time, “I know. You did good today, Mia.”

She nibbled her lip, “Not really. I’m a little behind.”

Harry pulled her a little further into his chest, “Well, then we’ll sleep now so you’re nice and fresh tomorrow morning. I’ll wake you up with some coffee and we can go to the library all day. You’ve still got another week.”

Mia knew this, and she nodded at his words, “Yeah.”

It was about to be her first exam period as a uni student. She had one week left and then two weeks of tests before Christmas arrived. Her and Harry had yet to discuss how they were going to spend it.

“I mean it,” Harry sleepily murmured, pulling her even closer into him which is what he always did when falling asleep, holding her as tight as possible, “’m proud of you.”

Mia smiled into his neck, “I’m proud of you too, Harry. I love you.”

“Love you, m’sweetheart.” He whispered back.

#wattpad #writers on tumblr #alisonfelix #writing #smutwarning #smutty writing #smutty one shot #fiction #young romance

[journey-to-the-attic]

hmm not sure how to feel about obey me running the same pop quiz concurrently in both games

there's a weird disconnect - the new ui and sfx of nightbringer did a good job of giving that disjointed feeling of being somewhere unfamiliar, but given that the pop quiz seems to be taking place in the present that mc came from, the nightbringer ui just feels.... off in the wrong way

given that i've got more resources there i'll probably keep using the original game to play the pop quizzes, but since you can get devil points for s ranking a rhythm stage in nightbringer, seems like these events will be a good place to farm some!

(though in the first place i'd rather they finish the nightbringer story before adding supplementary content like this)

#obey me #i guess there's also the argument to be made that this kind of makes the original game defunct for players who've finished s4 #if the pop quizzes are in both games there's no new content unique to the og to warrant keeping it #also i wonder (since the event nightmares are shared) are the devilgram stories the same? #i know that most people playing nightbringer came from the original but there's always going to be some people new to the series #and in the first place it just feels jarring to be midway through a story where the point is that the brothers are unfamiliar #only for the pop quiz to just kinda go 'yah forget that' #also the longer i've had to think about it the more worried i've gotten about whether or not mc's actually gonna go back to the present #given solomon's odd line about remembering that that's where you belong #in a way i guess i wouldn't want mc to leave the brothers behind in this more vulnerable phase #but in another if they stayed it kind of undoes what they've done from og s1 onwards #also i still wanna know how this isn't creating the world's biggest time paradox #if past asmo already has a pact with solomon now what's gonna happen when they meet at that bar where they're supposed to have made it?? #depending on that bit in (was it s4 or s3??) where mc + satan end up in the celestial realm #was it that they went back in time or was it an illusion or something?? #anyway i've seen some people say that the angel brothers don't remember exactly meeting them #but they still feel their influence afterwards #so maybe that's the case for mc in nightbringer?? #anyway. sorry for rambling in tags again

[worthyking]

im talking ab ur gansey cameo post for context BUT LITERALLY ME!!! i would perk up like a starved dog smelling a whiff of food everythime i read anything remotely related to gansey in tdt but now w aftg im so scared like i know nora is writing it to get closure but i was really really happy with the way things ended sigh

ik ikkkk like I can't get too excited about this book because I'm overwhelmed with the fear that it's going to change too much ...I hope it doesn't span much further than the end of tkm because that way there's not much new that could be said about the foxes, and I really hope that we don't see any cameos or anything from them because like you said I like how things were wrapped up and I like how it left things really open so you could fill in your own blanks (and aftg fans have gone crazy with that) idk like I feel like such a wet blanket about it but i just don't want changeeee

#not to keep ranting but also like. I just hope that this doesn't feel like a Fourth Book #I hope it gives more...extra content? #so that aftg stays itself own thing instead of becoming aftg+tsc #and that this'll be like a fun little dessert that you can read if you want more after reading the original series‚ but doesn't actually #feel like anything more substantial than the EC #okay I'm done I need to be done with thinking about this

[waterberry-strawmelon]

i want to be excited about the new pjo book but at this point in my life i just feel too cynical/overly critical of blatant cash grabs that i’m just expecting it to be shit :///

#i cant tell if this outlook is good or bad #bc on the one hand i dont want to give my money to capitalist corporations that hold so much power (economically and culturally #and to a much smaller extent politically) and im so tired of all these reboots and sequels and remakes and revivals etc etc etc #that i dont want to encourage it! i want it to stop! so i dont want to contribute to it! and i want other ppl to see how low-quality #all these shows and movies and books are! #but then on the other hand: i'm so cynical about it and so hyper-critical of the media i consume #that i wonder if im making my life more miserable? #like do i see it as a point of pride to not engage in shitty media like mcu movies? the answer is probably yes! #so does that mean im hypocritical about shit or taking the fun out of harmless things? i dont know! #(and obviously this doesnt apply to stuff thats actively harmful. racist military propaganda like certain mcu movies/shows are NOT equivalen #to a percy jackson book getting published 14 years after the end of the original series. #) but that being SAID i just...AHHH. #i think i want to be happy about this #but instead im just kind of annoyed? #in a 'is nothing sacred?' kind of way. #because it very much IS a cash-grab cop-out. even the premise looks lame as hell #and i want it to be good but i think it'll be very bad. #i guess ill just have to wait and see. if it turns out to be actually very good then ill be ecstatic #but if its just mediocre like im expecting. then i think ill feel really angry #and then ill feel alone in that anger because everyone is so hungry for consuming content content content these days #that everyone is foaming at the mouth over this announcement bc theyll eat up ANYTHING related to content they already like. #and arent capable of being critical about it. #but then that circles back to my ORIGINAL question by wondering if we NEED to be as critical as im being AT ALL. #maybe its nbd and i should just let people have their fun! or maybe its fine for me to be annoyed! maybe both???? fuck me idk. #just some thoughts #pjo #mine

[thevoidable]

oop new pfp, sorry to everyone who associated me with Kiri but am fish now

#anyway yeah if it wasn't obvious already i'm kinda. #not really into bnha anymore. #not only is it just superhero fatigue (i'm looking at you Marvel) #but mainly it's the war arc that lost me #so many characters and plot threads were done dirty #and it just started going in a direction i didn't like #now i don't blame hori at all #working as a mangaka is hell on earth and i understand why he wants to finish the series #i just think it's unfortunate that this is how it's gone #because i really respect his writing #but it's just not for me anymore #i'm still keeping up with the manga because i DO at least want to know how it ends #but i'm just not invested anymore is all #these past couple of years i've been really focusing on my own original characters and stories #so don't expect any fanfics anytime soon (also because depression is a bitch and has killed my motivation) #though once the manga ends i might still do that second spinaraki analysis #cuz mostly i've just been waiting for enough crumbs to make it a decently-sized post #but yeah #thank you to everyone who enjoyed my bnha content #and thank you even more if you like me enough to stick around for my other content :'D #as per usual my hyperfixations will be in my bio if you're curious ^^

[medicasino]

Oh god this is going to be a nightmare to figure out (i'm drawing Mikan because I just really... wanted to fsr? And i do not know if i'm going to maintag it as dr since on one hand. The dr fandom terrifies the shit out of me because i have been there and it was scary . but also i dont want people who dont want to see dr content to see my dr fan? art)

#affie txt #Describing it as fanwork is questionable because i havent actively touched dr in ages lol #and have many issues with not only the series's content in General (especially the racism and how the cast is treated) #but also Mikan's treatment especially #and also x2. It is literally just kin art . I still need to learn more actively about kinning and whatnot but yeah no um #i am such a fucking Mikan kin its unreal she's honestly just. I see myself as her #I can still separate us if needed but shes like. Shes essentially me yeah 👍 #DONT KILL ME FOR BEING A KIN TRENDER I HAVE BEEN APPROVED BY MY KIN FRIENDS (thank u julian for helping me realize LMFAO) #Also im so used to saying kinnie but i feel like i've heard that term was originally mocking so i am trying not to use it but #ITS HARD because i saw it as wholly neutral at first augh. Anyways yeah sorry for kinposting i Guess? #Also jumpscare bc i forgot if i said i kinned mikan on here before #anyhows the drawing's not done but uh. Yeah #I honestly dont really want to post my art here that often anymore considering how shitty this site is #But its also hard bc its one of the more mainstream social medias i use besides idk instagram and youtube??? #And i want attention . Sorry #Anyways yeah. Maybe ill post a wip here

[two-calicos-in-a-trenchcoat]

Ugh dads watching a video about the Harry Potter series

Zaslov mentioned 🤮

#like personal feelings about rowling and harry potter aside #and i know its already been said #but new shows getting canned despite having the numbers to back them up just to rehash old shit when its barely #been over a decade since the last movie came out #is just...ugh #this is my supervillian origin story #let it die #i mean fuck its been less than a decade if you count the fantastic beasts movies #and at least that was actually like. new content. this is just the same fucking series made to be more accurate to the books #BUT ITS THE SAME STORY JUST LONGER #THEYRE JUST RESELLING THE SAME THING WHY DO YOU WANT TO WATCH IT #FATHER #WHY DO YOU WANT TO WATCH IT

[clonehub]

SAG officially considers cosplays of current/past media as crossing the picket line as it can be seen as supporting the studios they're currently striking against.

(link is to a series of tweets, which include the original poster of the screenshot directly asking SAG-AFTRA what the rules are for paid/influencer cosplayers who want to support the strike)

EDIT 2 (first edit in tags): the tweet in the OP has been deleted, so I'll be shutting down reblogs on this post just so people don't take the link as a solid source when it no longer exists. For context, the original link was from a content creator who'd emailed SAG-AFTRA about guidance surrounding promos, contracts, and influencers. The response from SAG-Aftra likely wasn't 100% detailed because things were still being figured out. As for more detailed questions such as what counts as an influencer and other really specific questions I've seen in the tags, that's not something I know. Maybe emailing SAG-AFTRA themselves will help, although I can't be sure.

If the original email or the FAQ were confusing to you, it's likely that it's because both were phrased in a way that would be understandable to people who'd be likely to scab, ie influencers under specific circumstances. It's not really geared toward the lay person (which is what the FAQ will make clear by their frequent use of "influencer").

Again, the notes (and frankly the original link itself) have some that this is about influencers specifically. I missed that keyword in the OP (typo). I need people to stop acting like I'm willfully fearmongering and spreading misinformation. I read the full thread. I read the entire FAQ. It's on you if you do neither. At the time of my reading the thread, the FAQ either hadn't been released yet or had just come out. I also need people to stop bringing up Neil Gaiman's Tumblr post when SAG-AFTRA has their own Official FAQ on their strike site.

For the FAQ, it's here. It's about influencers, both union and non-union. Iirc the non-union FAQ has some ways to help that non-influencers can also engage in, like using a hashtag or generally raising awareness.

If you have any questions, please please please direct them to official members of SAG-AFTRA. Email Fran Drescher herself if you somehow can. Regardless, support the WGA SAG-AFTRA strike.

#ch posts #sag aftra #strike #star wars #hollywood strike #cosplay #edit: pls pls pls go into the notes and find rhe addition/correction #or reblog this version #or idk read through the link #i missed a word here but theres people acting like im fearmongering on purpose because THEY refuse to resd

[micer2012]

a reflection on MatPat's plagiarism

Hello, my name is Della, or micer2012, and 2 years ago Game Theory plagiarized three Tumblr posts of mine, making a video that now holds almost 6 million views.

My posts explaining his plagiarism made their rounds on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, but despite the Hermits and Pooka commenting on it (generally in support of me or saying they don’t know enough details about the situation to say either way), MatPat and his team have never owned up to anything, and no mention of my name is present on the video. The one Reddit post they made denying it (which was made before my detailed takedown, which they have never responded to (though the mods on the r/GameTheorists Reddit were kind and made sure it stayed up)) didn’t even mention me by name, just referring to me as “a tumblr user”. (Though one of the screenshotted comments in the body of the post does say my name)

This experience was baffling, but it’s overall had a positive impact on my life. r/Hermitcraft gave me a Golden Apple Award (post of the year, 2021). My inbox was filled with excited fans, wanting to ask me questions or pose their own theories, far more than the hate I got. (Though the hate I got from Game Theory fans was VERY funny. I wondered why none of them gave me shit about saying “MatPat misgendered Evil Xisuma” before realizing none of them read that far into the post.)

And getting on a more personal, and much more important note, I met most of my current online friends through this, including my partner. It helped me grow closer with my irl friends as well and gave me an entertaining story that I tell whenever I have the chance. It was one of the first things in my life that really made me feel like my talents, my autistic hyperfocusing and analyzing of things I love, could be valuable. Useful. Exploitable. It blew my mind that MatPat thought an autistic kid’s ramblings about a Minecraft Youtube joke character were good enough to steal. To put an audible sponsorship on. To get 6 million views off of.

And that’s why I’m writing this post, this update years later. As you might’ve been able to guess, Hbomberguy’s Youtube video on plagiarism reopened this wound. It was really hard for me to sit through, it took days of pausing and taking breaks, because I had experienced everything he was talking about firsthand. 

In my 10 page long takedown post, I wrote about how his rewording of my sentences made him say things that were incorrect, just like Filip did. The content farm production style that made big companies like Cinemassacre take one creator (AVGN/MatPat) and turn him and his content into a brand, a voice that reads out scripts by other people with other opinions/theories, is a history shared with Game Theory. What really hit me was Harris talking about how big creators only do this to people they think they can get away with doing it to. How they view their victims as lesser, as not deserving of their words, repackaging them as their own to give to an audience that can gain from hearing them, but deserves better than to have to listen to the original victim.

That’s the thing, I 100% think a video version of my theory to expose to a bigger community than “Evil Xisuma Fans on Tumblr” is a great idea!! Near the end of the video Harris talks about how video adaptations of things could be a great market, even an accessibility tool, and I completely feel that about my posts. I wrote them quickly assuming the reader was someone well versed on Evil Xisuma lore, after not even watching most of the CarnEvil series, and the diagrams I made to explain them are even less comprehensible. Harris makes a joke that I completely agree with, 

“I’m sure some of my videos would do very well if someone translated them into English.”

I don’t think I would’ve ever made my posts if I didn’t have autism, and a special fixation on Evil Xisuma and Hermitcraft. I made them because I felt the character was being done an injustice, and because I wanted to share with other superfans this theory that might explain it away. I do think that MatPat plagiarizing me was ableist. I used to wonder a lot if this would’ve happened if my posts were articulated better, if they had been peer reviewed, if the posts themselves had been spread to a wider audience before MatPat made his video. At one point when the discourse was fresh (before I had the time to write out my 10 page rebuttal), a bigger YouTuber (100k subs at the time) messaged me and started talking on Discord, interested in possibly making a video on the discourse, but I think my style of typing and general enthusiasm drove him away. You can tell by a single look at my blog (or my original 3 posts!) that I don’t usually type like this. This post you’re reading now has been peer reviewed and edited, and took me hours to format correctly. That video could’ve been huge, the entire outcome of this MatPat situation would probably be much different.

I also used to stress a lot about “being the one who ruined Evil Xisuma’s story”. If you didn’t know, to me S8 Evil Xisuma’s story got wrapped up pretty quickly and unsatisfying (in my personal autistic opinion). (though this might’ve been due to s8 being experimental and ending early with moon big) There was no real culmination of the plot points and arcs going on, and I don’t want to blame myself, but when Xisuma said on stream (when the MatPat thing was first going on) that he didn’t want to focus on the discourse or draw more attention to it, it makes a lot of sense to me that he just wanted to wrap it all up as quickly as possible. For a while I beat myself up about it, of ruining the story of this character I love, but it’s not my fault. If anyone’s, it’s MatPats, but I don’t think it’s useful to just blame someone else. That’s how the story ended up going, and that’s fine. This is Evil Xisuma we’re talking about, their inconsistent lore is what made them such an interesting character. And notably, Pooka made an animation with an awesome culmination of Jeff, the Dreamer, Evil Xisuma, and his own sona’s story, and it makes me so happy to watch. Whatever Pooka does is of course his own choice, but I’m glad he got to give this personal story his own ending (if it is an ending, and not just the start of a new chapter!). 

Typing this all out and getting it off my chest has made me feel a lot better. For a while I wanted to make my OWN video essay about Evil Xisuma’s lore and CarnEvil’s lore, actually going episode by episode to explain it instead of just assuming you knew as much about Evil Xisuma as I did. That idea is still not off the table, but MCYT isn’t something I’m that into right now. Maybe if something else comes out about Evil Xisuma I’ll get back on it, but for now I’m fine with letting that go. But I want to make other videos, share other theories and analysis… if I have the freetime I’d love to make YouTube videos, and if I don’t have the time I’ll continue posting to my tumblr and infodumping to my friends. Apparently my infodumping is valuable enough “content” to steal! Writing this out has made me feel a lot better though, I’m really glad I got it out.

If anyone ever wants to talk to me about the things I’m obsessed with, or reach out to me as a source in a bigger discussion about Game Theory or other channels, my inbox is more than welcome :] Thank you for reading! 

Sincerely, a tumblr user.

#exiavojtmmc #hermitcraft #matpat #gt #game theory #hc #mcyt #evil xisuma #hbomberguy #plagiarism #james somerton #jeff the minion #mine #micer2012 #hcs9

[hoshigray]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 [𝐍𝐎𝐓]!! | a JJK series

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: “GO FUCK YOURSELF, SATORU GOJO!” “BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU!” It’s no secret to anyone on this Earth that you and Gojo cannot stand each other. Despite that, the world seems amused to put these two star-crossed lovers haters in the same space. Or worse, have them dwell deeper into their feelings for one another…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Gojo x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern + college AU - frenemies to lovers + mutual pining - fluff + angst + misunderstandings - first kiss - virginity loss - Gojo and reader are at least age 20 - secret relationships; implied friends-with-benefits - sex in shared rooms; college dorms + hotel suite - college parties - use of party games (seven minutes in heaven) - confessions - mention of drug/alcohol abuse - humor bc Gojo and college, lol - Gojo is a cocky, tactless sweetheart, nothing new - cameos of other characters + explicit content will be listed in their respective fics (within the contents).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: when I say that I had this series planned out, I mean like mid-October last year planned out, lmaoo!! I'm honestly so psyched to do this series, as it's one of my favorite tropes + relatively short as I'll be busy irl, but we'll do what we can!! i was lowkey feeling this concept when i was re-watching Ranma 1/2 and figured it would work great with Gojo. So, here's to hoping i can properly execute my thoughts with this series, hehehe~

reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ❤︎ gif header made by me + fic dividers used are provided by the wonderful @cafekitsune and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more!!

𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒊𝒓...

All the material below contains explicit 18+ content, so minors do not interact.

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 (Feb 1st)

The start of the spring semester is supposed to be fresh and new, not be cramped up in a closet with your frenemy at a party! And what's worse: you actually like the feeling of his lips on yours!?

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 (Feb 7th)

Is it possible to wish to be in the embrace of someone who makes you want to throw them off a cliff? You seem to think so, and the same goes for Gojo. But alas, good things always come to an end, even when not meant to be...

₊˚⊹♡ 𝐒𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐇𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 (Feb 14th)

Going on a date with the guy who broke your heart is something you’d never thought would happen – especially on Valentine’s Day! But it’s just for him to be in your good graces again, nothing more…Yeah, go ahead and tell yourself that.

𝑨 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖!

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#𝑯𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊 ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔: 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo smut #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen fic #jjk fics #anime x reader

[skzdarlings]

the ride ; skz ; chan x reader

original ask: requested by @rosequartsz : chan with the prompt ❛ i want to fuck you so badly. ❜ like the reader is the same age as jeongin so chan kinda feels bad but at the same time he wants to corrupt the reader so bad cushsisjsis

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original ask: requested by anonymous : Chan and ❛ please. make me feel good. no one else can like you. ❜ ❛ have a little trust in yourself, i know you can take it. ❜

pairing: bang chan/reader content info: friends to lovers, chan is a little older than reader, reader is not actually that innocent but pretends to be and they both get off on it lol. some not very safe driving lol keep ur eyes on the road. car sex, dirty talk, teasing, corruption play, puuuuure smut. word count: 2400 words.

masterlist. part of the valentine’s day stories series. credit to prompts. requests are closed.

enjoy!

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“That’s not fair,” Jeongin says.  “I called dibs.”

“Too bad.”  You stick your tongue out at him.  “Learn to run faster, loser.”

Jeongin scowls, once more relegated to the backseat of Chan’s car.   You are sitting pretty in the passenger seat for the fourth day in a row and Jeongin is playfully annoyed about it. 

You and your twin brother have been racing into Chan’s car since high school.  You are both at university now, but Chan still offers the occasional lift.  With storm season making public transit a bigger hassle than it’s worth, Chan has been offering more rides. 

Just because of the weather.  Not any other reason.  Of course.      

You smirk, casting a side-glance into the driver’s seat.  Chan is smiling at Jeongin through the rearview mirror, looking less like Channie, the boy of your teenage fantasies, and more like Bang Chan, the man of your adult dreams.  He is wearing a baseball cap and leather jacket, his whole demeanour oozing an effortless masculinity, the bearing of a competent man who knows he can do anything. 

And still, despite his well-earned cockiness, he has an undoubtedly shy side.  When he looks at you, the tips of his ears flame an embarrassed, fiery red, and his dimpled smile is almost boyish in its sweetness. 

“Right then,” he says.  Then, like the endearingly cheesy goofball he is, he adds, “All aboard, ready for takeoff!” 

“Jeongin,” you say, blinking innocently at your twin through the mirror.  “You have your presentation notes, right?  You don’t want to forget them.”

Jeongin double-checks his bag but you already know he won’t find them.  You deliberately took them out and placed them on the kitchen counter.

“Damn,” he says, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt.  “I thought I put them in here.  Sorry, I’ll be right back.” 

Jeongin practically flies out of the car and up the driveway, leaving you and Chan.  It happens quickly, before Chan can even compute it.  You can see the gears turning in his head, but you are faster, sighing melodramatically while gathering the hem of your skirt. 

“Silly boy,” you say.  “What should we do while he’s gone?”  You draw your skirt up your thighs just enough to tease the skin of your upper thighs. 

Chan is staring there with his mouth open, his words evaporating on his tongue.  He clears his throat after a second, ripping his gaze away.  He looks across the dashboard and laughs, a shy, awkward laugh. 

“Your brother will be back in a second,” Chan says.  “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yeah?”

He is white-knuckling the steering wheel, like all his restraint is being poured into that physical grip.  Even so, it is not hard to pry his hand off the wheel.  You know a stronger, more belligerent shove could not bend a determined Bang Chan, but the softest touch from your gentle hands will have him breaking in seconds.   

You are slow, casual despite your racing heart, guiding his hand onto your knee.  He makes a little noise that turns your whole body to pure, liquid heat.  You make a similar sound, a faint whimper in the back of your throat, as you slide his hand up your thigh. 

“Channie,” you say, your too-sweet, too-innocent voice part of your acting, but your breathlessness undoubtedly real. 

“Don’t—”  His voice breaks and he clears his throat.  “Don’t say my name like that.  You know—”  

“What do I know, Channie?” you ask, blinking at him with wide eyes while you curl his fingers around your thigh.  You bring your legs together, holding his hand between them.

He visibly swallows, throat bobbing.  The redness has spread from his ears down his neck. 

“We’ve talked about this, baby girl,” he says, his tone stricter, taking on that darker edge that makes your heart – and everything else – gush.   “We’ve been good so far, okay?”   If stolen kisses, open zippers, and groping touches count as good.  “You’re my – you’re my friend.  You should be like a little sister or something to me… yeah?  Yeah… Yeah!”  He shakes his head, pulling himself out of the distraction caused by you unzipping your jacket.  He squeezes your thigh, a firm, warning grip.  “Don’t make this so hard,” he says. 

“What’s hard for you, Channie?” you ask, reaching into his lap and touching his thigh, then higher, finding the evidence of his words.  A shiver moves across his shoulders, his breath catching as you cup your palm around the bulge in his jeans.  “Is it something I can help you with?”  You lick your bottom lip then smile. 

“Oh,” he says.  His eyes crinkle with amusement but there is a score of different emotions on his face, all of them smoldering.  “You really wanna play that game, huh?” 

There is no chance for an answer because Jeongin returns, hopping into the car with his notes.  You and Chan separate, looking out the dashboard window.  You pat your hot skin and try to slow your racing heart. 

Sensing the oddly silent tension, Jeongin narrows his eyes and looks between you.  Eventually, his expression sours like he smells something bad. 

“Oh my god,” he says, then punches Chan in the shoulder.  “Are you fucking my sister!”

“What!” Chan says, getting redder by the second.  “Jeongin, how could— I wouldn’t— I don’t—”

“What, you don’t fuck?” Jeongin asks, then laughs until he is wheezing.  “You can do better, man.”

“Jeongin, shut up!”  You reach back to smack at him, rubbing your hand all over his stupid face and messing up his hair while he wails in protest.   

“All right, all right!”  Chan says, breaking you up.  “Let’s just… let’s just go, okay?  Okay.” 

“Yes, daddy,” you say, mostly out of spite. 

Chan squeaks. 

Jeongin pretends to gag then slumps against his window.  

“I’m gonna need to start taking the bus,” he says, morose.

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Fortunately, thanks to the impromptu revelation of your shenanigans, it does not take much convincing for Jeongin to find another ride home.  When Chan pulls into the campus parking lot to pick you up, you approach his vehicle with a grin and a wink.    

You slide into the passenger seat, smoothing down your skirt while he sighs.  It sounds more amused than frustrated.    

“Where’s your brother?” he asks. 

You shrug with theatrical exaggeration. 

“Right,” Chan says, starting the car.  “Got it.”

He puts a hand on your headrest to leverage himself, looking out the rear window as he reverses the car.  That proximity alone gets you hot, the temptation to grab him already strong.  You play a patient game, as always, stealing glances and suggestive smiles while he drives. 

Halfway home, you put a hand on his knee.  At first your touch is innocent, tracing slow circles on the denim, then you get a little more brazen, fingertips brushing up his thigh. 

“Baby,” he says in that warning voice, eyes on the road.  Holding the wheel with one hand, he uses the other to stop your wandering ascent. 

“Yes?” you ask with all that faux-innocence.  Rather than fight his touch, you guide his hand to your lap, placing it on your knee. 

Unlike this morning, he does not play nice.  You make a startled, high-pitched sound when he immediately dives under your skirt, his rough palm pressing down where you are already aching.   Your thighs slam shut out of instinct but his hand is where it wants to be, his fingers curled around your pussy in a proprietary touch. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his voice playfully mean.  He grinds the heel of his palm against your throbbing clit.  He never takes his eyes off the road.  “Isn’t this what you wanted?”  

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, though you cannot help but rock yourself against his hand. 

“Mmm,” he says, patting your pussy then stroking your thigh, guiding your legs open again.  “We’ll see about that.” 

You keep your eyes ahead too, pretending not to notice when he glances at you.  Then you gasp because he reaches out and tugs the zipper on your hoodie.  You instinctively clutch it, wearing nothing but a bra underneath, having taken off your other layers to surprise him.  He is the one surprising you, a secret sexy menace under all that shy sweetness.  He unzips the hoodie halfway then reaches past the material to squeeze a handful.  Your body practically sings under his touch. 

“Channie,” you say, breathless again. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says.  “Channie’s gonna take care of you, yeah?  Always.” 

“Take care of me how?”  Your question toys with that false innocence, the little game that gets you both hot, but there is genuine curiosity there too.   This game has been escalating slowly over time.  You want more and you are starting to get desperate. 

Chan looks at you.  His gaze moves over your mouth then your body, your skirt rucked up and breasts practically spilling out of your hoodie.  He swears, looking back at the road with that red blush on his ears again. 

“Fuck,” he says.  “I want to fuck you so badly.  You have no idea.” 

His words have a raw, honest edge.  He swallows, hard.  You feel like one tightly coiled ball of tension, ready to snap apart. 

“Please,” you say in that breathy voice.  “Make me feel good.  No one else can like you.” 

You do not make it all the way home.  There is a nearby lookout point at the park, a shrouded parking area that has undoubtedly seen its fair share of hook-ups.  Chan parks there and you dive at each other like randy teenagers.  You climb into his lap, bumping everything on the console on your way, the honking the horn with your backside for good measure.  It makes you both giggle.

Then your laughter is swallowed by hot, desperate, open-mouthed kisses.

“Mmm,” you hum against his lips.  You push his hat off his head and sink your fingers in his curly hair.  “Channie, please,” you say. 

He cups the back of your neck, holding your head where he wants it so he can kiss you thoroughly.  His ravishing touch leaves you shaking with need, rocking against him to no relief. 

“Poor baby,” he says with a little laugh, squeezing your neck then drawing his hand down the curve of your chest.  He unzips the rest of your hoodie.  His mouth follows the same path as his hands, down your chest and back up again. 

He is working you up, deftly and swiftly, using just a few well-placed throat kisses, a few flicks of his fingertips across the sensitive peaks of your breasts.  He seems so composed under you, other than the flush to his complexion, the heat to his skin that has him shedding his leather jacket.   You feel completely undone, half-naked and writhing in his lap.  Your hands tangle together, fumbling around his belt. 

“Let me,” he says.  He gets his belt open and his fly undone, then his hands are on you.  He doesn’t just tug your panties to the side but rips them apart, snapping the seams like they’re nothing.  Then those strong fingers are inside you, finding just how wet and ready you are for him.  He makes a low, guttural sound, thumping his head against the headrest.  “Fuck, baby girl,” he says.  “You know what you do to me?” he asks. 

“I dunno, Channie.”  You pout and bat your eyelashes.  “You better show me.” 

He laughs.  He holds your hips and moves you, positions you where he wants you.  You are pressed so close together, chest-to-chest, so you cannot see when he finally enters you.  But you feel it, hot and hard and filling you, stretching you, almost painful but burning so good.  You slap a hand to the roof of the car, eyes closing as you moan. 

“S-so much,” you say, because it feels like you have been sinking forever and he is still not all the way inside. 

“Yeah, I know, baby,” he says.  His thumb is expertly circling your clit while your whole body seems to soften, changing to fit him, like you were made for this moment.  “That’s it,” he says.  “Have a little trust in yourself.  I know you can take it.”

His thrusts are small, his hands guiding your hips over him, grinding him deep inside you.   Then you are clutching his shoulders, moaning into his neck as he fucks you slowly and steadily.  It is everything you needed and not enough, only spurring more desire.  You know you will need him again, the way he needs you.  Just the way he says your name as he holds you, as he fucks you, as he takes you apart and puts you together again.   It feels like that when you come, when he fucks you through it, saying your name and praising you. 

“Good girl,” he says, barely above a breath.  “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

When he gets close, he pushes the seat back.   You get on your knees between his legs and take him in your mouth.  He comes with a low groan and another breathless slur of your name.  Then you are back in his lap and his hands are everywhere, clutching you possessively to his chest.  You are both breathing hard, riding the slow come-down of your frantic desperation. 

“Fuck,” he eventually says.  He seems shy again, giggling as he looks at you with a blush on his face.  “We, uh, we just did that, in the car, uh wow, yeah, I, uh—”

“Channie,” you say with a laugh of your own, grabbing his face and kissing him.  He smiles into the kiss, returning it with the same tender softness. 

You kiss for a long time, ignoring the world around you.  Eventually you have to crawl back into your seat and mostly redress yourselves, still smiling and giggling at each other the whole time.  Your phone was buzzing in your bag so you finally check it, rolling your eyes at the message there.   

You show it to Chan who laughs, blushing again, but nods. 

“Right,” he says, “We should probably go get him.”

You laugh too, sending an emoji with its tongue sticking out in response to Jeongin’s message that reads:  My ride fell through.  When you are done not-fucking each other, can you come back and get me?  Thanks.  Sluts.   

#bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #chan x reader #chan x you #bang chan smut #chan smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz x you #valentinesdaystories

[sabertoothwalrus]

so I’ve been gaining a lot of insight into the animation industry recently, especially in regards to pitching & the creation of new shows. There’s a few ways to go about it.

First, there’s pitching to a studio. When you pitch, it has to be SHORT and CONCISE. You may write a lovingly detailed pitch bible that perfectly breaks down episodes and characterizations, and it might barely even get read. First impressions, first impressions, first impressions!

Most peoples’ first projects don’t get picked up. I’ve heard a few stories from directors that said they tried pitching a story they’d had for years, which got rejected, to then spend a week or even several hours in their car coming up with a new idea, only for that to get greenlit.

But that’s not the end of it. Just because a show gets greenlit, doesn’t mean it will ever get finished. There’s lots of things that can happen. Sometimes, unexpected major world events (like… a global pandemic) can cause projects to get chopped. Sometimes, a CEO change or studio merge means a single person can decide a project “no longer fits with the company’s brand.” Sometimes, the one producer that was rooting for your project gets laid off, and no one else cares enough, so it gets shelved. Sometimes, a streaming service decides to create an animation department, and then they decide they don’t want it anymore. Sometimes, the studio will be simultaneously be developing another project that was too similar to yours and they just didn’t think to tell you until they decide yours is the one with less potential.

On top of that, almost everyone in the industry is saying that “studios just don’t pick up original content anymore.” Studios want something they can franchise, something that will bring in money. New content is risky. Established fanbases are safer.

However! Studios can still be a very good thing. They can be unionized. They can provide better benefits and resources. They can have connections and infrastructure and a larger volume of workers. At a studio, you can divide the labor and produce more in less time. Longer episodes, longer seasons, more consistency in quality.

But this comes with all of the disadvantages of having more in the kitchen.

The alternative is indie animation.

With indie animation, you have total freedom. Full artistic control. It doesn’t even matter if your idea sucks ass, because there’s no one to tell you you can’t make it. You could make it anyway, and you can make it whatever you wanted.

The thing is, making animation is hard. In my production class last semester, the average maximum animation one person could make in that timeframe was 30-60 seconds, and that’s not even counting background design, sound design, or cleanup/color. To make a 5 minute animated short, you should probably have at least 5 people.

And it is CRUCIAL you have a production manager. Ideally someone who’s not already doing art for the project. Most projects without a production manager will fall apart pretty quickly. Once the adrenaline and impulse-fueled motivation wears off, you need someone to hold you accountable and enforce deadlines and proper time management.

Speaking of time, that’s also hard to get. The more people you have, the more likely schedules won’t line up. Most people will have school, or other jobs.

And it costs MONEY!!!!!! You either have everyone work for free and volunteer their time & energy, or you establish a business as a proper indie studio, with people who may or may not have experience on how to handle paying someone else’s salary. And the money has to come from somewhere, so you have to rely on crowdfunding like patreon or kickstarter. (This, by the way, is why I could never fault an indie animation for releasing merch with their pilot.)

And like, maybe you wanna do a series, and all your friends agree to volunteer their labor and time to make the first episode, but it was unanimously not sustainable. Deciding not to produce a second episode until you can raise enough money is not being suddenly greedy, it’s attempting to compensate people rather than expecting them to be continuously taken advantage of.

You have to consider your output as well. There are some outliers like Worthikids, who afaik does all his animation himself, and afaik can work on it full-time thanks to his patreon subscribers. And he still has only produced a total of 30 minutes of animation (for Big Top Burger specifically) in the past 4 years. This is an IMPRESSIVE feat and this is with using a lot of 3D as part of his pipeline!!

Indie animation also has the complication of being more accessible for fandoms. When you’re posting your Official Canon Content on youtube, it doesn’t look a lot different than the fandom-created video essay in the sidebar next to it. What’s canon vs what’s fanon becomes less distinguishable. The boundaries are blurrier. When the creator is just some guy you follow on twitter, it’s easier to prod them for info regarding ships and theories and word-of-god confirmation. They don’t have a PR team or entire international tv networks to appeal to. And this is when creators get frustrated that their fans snowball and turn their creation into something they don’t recognize (and no longer enjoy) anymore.

So it’s tricky.

Thankfully, the threshold to learn animation is fairly low nowadays!! There are TONS of resources online to learn it on your own without forking over a couple hundred thousand to a private art college. There are conventions and discord servers and events where you can network, if you know where to look.

I know it can seem discouraging in the face of capitalism, but I think that’s all the more reason why it’s so important to BE DETERMINED about animation!! We’re already starting to see the beginning of an indie animation boom, and I think it’s a testament to humanity’s desire to tell stories and create art. Even if there’s no financial gain, we do whatever it takes to tell our stories anyway.

#animation #2d animation #indie animation #long post #not 100% sure why I made this post #all this to say: I’m still not sure what direction I want to go towards for my own show #ngl!! i think im confident i could get people to like my show. i think I could find an audience #i have some experience at this point getting people to like my ocs #its just a matter of MAKING the damn thing

[gurugirl]

ex-boyfriend's dad!harry part 1

Summary: After you break up with your boyfriend, his dad, Harry, stops by your apartment to drop off a few of your things. But that's not all he's there to bring you.

A/N: This full series is already live on Patreon, with all 4 parts up! Part 2 will be posted here in one week.

Word Count: 8.17k

Series Warnings: explicit content, smut (including anal, rough blow jobs), age gap, angst, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, choking, slight degradation, use of small implements (collar and leash, anal plug)

Part 1 Warnings: angst, slight inappropriate moment between you & Harry at the beginning featuring skinny dipping and subtle flirting

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. . .

You didn’t know what had gotten into you. Skinny dipping in the pool at midnight under the stars. Well, you did know, actually. Two bottles of Italian red wine. That and your boyfriend’s dad, Harry, encouraging you. You were both at least two bottles in.

You’d been dating Tyler for nearly two years, and so Harry told Tyler to invite you to come along to their yearly vacation in Lombardy, Italy. The Style’s family owned a small villa in the hills and Harry made it a point to take a couple of weeks there every year.

So you were honored and more than excited when he invited you. Of course, you weren’t going to miss it.

And now you’d been in Lombardy for 5 days and Tyler went to bed a little early on this particular evening while you and his dad stayed outside on the patio overlooking the lighted pool drinking bottles of wine and talking about relationship things that may or may not have ebbed into very slightly inappropriate territory. But you’d think about all that later on.

Because here you were swimming buck naked with your boyfriend’s very handsome dad. You didn’t peek (not really) when he dove in with a big, dimpled smile after you slid in quickly with a squeal and he laughed with his back turned and a promise he wouldn’t look.

Because here you were taking another pour of wine with him and clinking glasses while you laughed. Wearing nothing. With your boyfriend’s very very handsome dad.

Of course, it was difficult to see fully what was going on under the reflection of the water. But you did notice a few things about Harry. About your boyfriend’s dad. One was that he had way more tattoos than you originally realized. You knew he had tattoos on his arms and you’d seen peeks on his chest before. But with him completely naked you saw a lot more. And you could tell he had a tattoo on his left thigh – something large. There were also tattoos on his hips, both sides. But more than that, you couldn’t help to notice the dark patch at his crotch and the floating thing attached to said dark patch, which you were sure was his dick. Obviously.

But you didn’t stare too hard. Well, you tried not to look anyway.

You tried keeping your tits under the surface of the water as well but every time you bounced to get toward the edge of the pool they did make an appearance. You crossed your arm over your nipples as you reached for your glass and Harry laughed.

“I’m not looking. I swear!” He raised his arms and grinned.

“I mean it’s just in case,” you giggled before you took a big gulp from your glass.

Harry was swimming toward the far end of the pool away from you, his back muscles flexing with each stroke. The lights in the pool were illuminating every one of his movements, and yours too, you were sure, as you placed the glass down and plunged under the surface of the water to swim toward him.

It felt so freeing and light to swim naked. You’d never done it before and when Harry suggested it as a sort of dare you told him how you always wanted to and that’s how this all happened. You didn’t regret it even though you were sure Tyler wouldn’t appreciate it. But you were having fun.

Suddenly you felt Harry’s hand on your ankle as he pulled at you, causing you to twist under the water. You reached toward his hand just as he let go and then pushed your head out of the water with a gasp, “Hey!”

Harry laughed. He was already swimming toward the other side of the pool, away from you, “What? What happened?” He stopped and turned toward you, a look of faux concern on his face.

“What do you mean what?!” You pushed yourself off the wall to swim toward him, “You grabbed me!”

Harry watched you dog paddle toward him with a big smile on your pretty face. He was just trying to make you laugh. Liked hearing it. Liked seeing you smile. Because he had noticed how you weren’t quite as carefree around Tyler lately. He noticed how your demeanor had changed from what he used to know of you, and he’d even overheard an argument you and his son had just the night before. He was worried that you and Tyler were drifting apart. Though it wasn’t his business at all, he figured the least he could do was to make you smile. This was your vacation too.

“Nope. I’m over here,” he laughed, “Couldn’t have grabbed you. Must have been like one of those pool monsters or something.”

You laughed loudly, the sound bouncing off the water and the trees all around. Harry smiled widely.

“You’re so cheesy, Harry,” you splashed water at him and clung to the edge of the pool.

Harry swam next to you and put his arm on the edge of the pool facing you, “Cheesy? How so?”

He was a bit close to you. Not that you minded. You trusted him but you didn’t trust yourself not to let your eyes wander. His chest was delectable and the muscles on his arms with his tattoos… his jawline.

You cleared your throat before smiling, “Pool monster?”

Harry laughed and nodded, “Yes. Pool monster. There’s one that lives in this pool. Did you not know?”

You shook your head, “That’s what I mean. Cheesy. Such a dad thing to say even to a grown woman.”

“Oh you’re a grown woman are you?” Harry blew out a laugh through his nose as he kept his lagoon-green eyes on yours.

You splashed at him again but then Harry retaliated with a massive spray of water back in your direction. You had no idea how he did it, but it was like a bucket of water was thrown at you.

Gasping you let go of the edge of the pool and flailed in the water coughing. It was dramatic but you’d swallowed a big gulp of pool water and sucked in some through your nose.

You heard Harry laughing and then felt his hand on your sides to lead you toward the side of the pool, “Take it easy. Here, back to the edge. You okay?”

You put your arms over the side and coughed, momentarily forgetting your tits were out and about for anyone to see. For Harry to see.

Harry patted your back and then as you calmed you felt his palm smoothing up and down your spine, “Sorry, Y/n. Didn’t know you’d open your mouth up and take a gulp like that,” he laughed softly.

You smushed yourself to the edge and took a breath before looking at him, “You’re trying to drown me,” you chuckled.

He didn’t mean to look. He told himself to keep his eyes on your face but you were half out of the pool, your breasts pressed into the tiles and when his eyes lowered you saw it clear as day. But maybe a small part of you liked it. He quickly moved his gaze elsewhere and you smiled as you lowered yourself back under the surface.

“Really wasn’t. Just figured you’d be ready for splash retribution. You have to keep your guard up, Y/n. Rule number one of pool play,” he laughed and then finally looked back at you. Into your eyes this time.

“I’ll remember that from now on,” you grinned and then with all you had, cupped your hands and splashed him directly in his face before you swam away laughing as he thrashed in his spot.

You heard him let out a short cackle before you heard the water moving under him. He was swimming toward you quickly. And Harry was a much better swimmer than you so in only seconds he was grabbing your arm and then pulling at you to lift and fling you forward, all your bits out for him to see before you landed in the water with a splatter and a plop.

His laughter was contagious. You turned to him with your mouth dropped open in surprise but couldn’t help but giggle.

“Sorry, Y/n! Fuck…” he shook his head and smoothed his wet hair back, “Forgot we’re in our birthday suits,” he pulled his lips into his mouth, his elbow at the edge of the pool. You followed and hung on to the edge for a reprieve from needing to kick your feet and flap your arms for a moment.

“I guess that’s just part of pool play,” you laughed. Harry nodded, his dimples casting shadows into his cheeks.

You both took a sip from your glasses.

“You and Tyler had an argument last night,” Harry suddenly spoke what was on his mind, “Couldn’t help overhear it. Didn’t mean to but…” he shrugged.

You nodded before placing your glass along the tiles next to the pool, “Right. I mean, I know we were loud. We’ve been arguing a bit more lately. Sorry about that.”

“What’s wrong? Anything I can help with? Hate to know you two are having any problems.”

You smiled at him, “No. Nothing you can help with. We just sometimes don’t see eye to eye on certain things.”

Harry sat his wine glass down next to yours, “Like what?”

“Harry, I don’t know… it’s not something I think Tyler would want me to tell anyone.”

He laughed and began to backstroke away from you and then turned and swam back, “So don’t tell him you told me,” he licked his lips and you watched as his deep pink rose-colored lips quirked up.

You raised your brows and grinned back, “You can’t say anything. Swear to me,” you pointed.

Harry moved in closer, his eyes on you, “Of course, Y/n. I would never say anything.”

You believed him. Maybe it was because he had always given you the vibe that he was a good person to tell secrets to. Or maybe it was two bottles of wine making you more likely to gab.

“He… well he’s not super adventurous in bed,” you bit your lip and looked down at the water, of course noticing the fleshy bit swaying between his legs had you averting your eyes quickly to the edge of the pool.

“Oh?” Harry hadn’t expected you to say that. “Tell me more. Why did this turn into an argument?” He put his elbows on the edge of the pool as you moved to pick up your glass.

“Like…” you glanced at him and laughed as you shook your head, “I’m not gonna tell you everything but for example,” you placed your elbows over the edge, mimicking Harry, “I… you know, enjoy giving him blowjobs. But… he doesn’t want to like,” you looked down at the tile and laughed, “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m about to say this… he doesn’t want to thrust into my throat because he thinks it’ll hurt me.” You placed your face into your hands and chuckled.

You turned to look at Harry slowly only to find a soft grin on his face, “And? Why did this turn into an argument?”

Swallowing down your saliva you decided to just drop the bigger bomb because none of it made sense without that big detail and, well, you were two bottles of red deep so why the hell not?

“He never returns the favor,” you watched his eyes widen.

“What? He doesn’t? Like ever? Ever?” The look of horror on his face was almost comical. But it definitely matched your own feelings about the whole thing.

You shook your head, “So, sometimes he does. But he’s only down there when I beg him and then it’s for two minutes tops and it’s awful. He hates doing it and it makes me feel awful about myself and he always reassures me but it’s so hard not to take personally because I am so excited to do it for him. I just don’t get why he doesn’t like it with me. And that just leads to us fighting."

Harry nodded, “Well I get why this would be an argument. And I can’t believe he doesn’t…” he shook his head, “I’m kind of surprised to hear this to be honest. Just,” he scratched his head and looked back toward the house where Tyler was probably fast asleep, “Don’t take it personally. I can guarantee it has nothing to do with you, Y/n.”

You took another sip of your wine and then pushed yourself off the wall to float back into the water, kicking your legs as you looked up at the sky, “But it’s okay I guess. Sex isn’t everything, right?”

Harry watched you float back toward the opposite side of the pool, “Right. That’s definitely true.” But while those words were true, Harry didn’t quite believe the deeper sentiment of it.

He swam toward you, taking two long side strokes, and dunked his head under the water. You lowered your legs to float upright when you felt the ripples just as he popped out in front of you, wet hair flopping over his forehead before he took his hand and ran it into his hair to push it back.

“We probably shouldn’t tell him that we did this,” you spoke as you watched Harry’s chest drip with water.

“Wasn’t planning on it. It’ll be our secret.”

That dimpled grin again made you grin in return.

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you laughed.

Harry lifted his arms from the water, “What? You said you’d never done it and that you wanted to?” He laughed.

“I did. It’s actually really fun.”

“Isn’t it?”

You nodded and glanced at the house and back to Harry. The quiet was making you feel something. Not quite nervous, but definitely something that had your skin rising with goosebumps, and your heart rate increasing. It could have been Harry’s eyes on you. The warmth you felt on your spine when you thought about how you two were both naked and that he’d most definitely seen your breasts when he flung you out of the water. His hands pinched into your thighs as he pushed you upward, which meant he probably had also seen your bottom, perhaps more.

But somehow he didn’t make you feel like you should be ashamed or embarrassed. It was quite refreshing to be around Harry. Even if you were nude and it was probably inappropriate to be doing such a thing with the father of the man you were intimately involved with. Even still, with Harry, it felt honest and natural.

“Harry, this might be one of the best nights I’ve ever had. Seriously. Thank you for having Ty invite me. This feels really special to be here in Lombardy.”

“I’m glad you could come. Honestly, I love Tyler but he’s not nearly as much fun as you.”

You chuckled softly as you looked up at the dark sky, clinging to the edge of the pool. When you kicked, your leg slid against Harry’s. You could feel the solid warmth of his shin and the virile hair that tickled your skin.

“Oh. Believe me. I know I’m way more fun than he is,” you spoke the words as a joke but both you and Harry knew that you were saying something a bit bawdy regarding Tyler’s prudishness.

You gazed at the night sky, the stars bright and flickering in and out of existence before your eyes. Every now and then Harry’s leg would bump against yours but you liked it. Neither of you would do anything to stop the subtle and innocent brushes of skin.

“Isn’t it wild how right now, as we’re looking up at the stars that some of them are already burned out, while others are coming to life and being born right before our eyes? But they’re light years away so we have no idea of the magic that’s taking place.” You spoke quietly.

You could see in your peripheral that Harry had turned his head to look at you, “We’re just at the mercy of the universe, Y/n. Me, you, and everyone else here. It’s beautiful and exciting, isn’t it?”

You smiled, keeping your gaze upward, “I love that. Just as the mercy of the universe,” you turned to look at him as your leg floated against his, “It’s beautiful.”

. . .

“So then you are cheating on me!”

You shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose. Tyler was always jealous. Always worried you were cheating on him somehow. He didn’t trust you. And that made you not trust him.

“This is a great example of why I’m breaking up with you. You always accuse me of cheating on you, yet… I have never and would never! It’s such an insult! You just don’t get it, Ty!”

He put his hands on his hips and laughed coldly as he paced around you, “Something is up. I don’t buy that you just suddenly want to dump me. We’ve been together for almost two years. Why now if it’s not because of someone else?”

Rolling your eyes you crossed your arms over your chest, “Something is up! But it’s not because I’ve been cheating. Fucking Christ you’re insecure.” You sat down on the couch in your two-bedroom apartment. You were glad your roommate was not there. “You and I just… we’re not good together I don’t think. At first, it was good, Ty… So good. But… when I opened up to you and told you what I like, what I wanted to try… you made me feel like a cheap slut. Like my request was unreasonable and how you said you would never look at me the same again… and I don’t know,” you put your head in your hands and looked down at your knees, “You’re not willing to meet me in the middle at all and I just think that it’s a deal breaker.”

“A dealbreaker because I won’t spank you like you want to be spanked? It’s so weird, Y/n! How can I feel good about hitting you?”

“Yes, actually it is a dealbreaker. Because you don’t have to beat me. Just spank me with an open palm.  And not only that, you don’t like going down on me, yet I give you half-hour-long blow jobs and I fucking love it. Why don’t you reciprocate?” You shook your head and held your hand up, “Never mind. It doesn’t matter why you don’t, it’s over. This is over.”

“You’re shallow. You always have been. You were just with me because I have money and could buy you whatever you wanted. And I did. But now you’re done and on to the next thing. I know you, Y/n. You forget.” He stepped toward you as he pointed his thumb at his chest, “I put up with it for so long because I actually loved you. And I still do. I could overlook it all. Everything you’ve done I’d just forgive you because I love you. Knowing you would break up with me for this just proves to me you’re lying. Just remember that,” he pointed at you with his brows raised in warning, “That I loved you despite the fact that you lied to me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. His stupid words made you lose it. You leaned forward and your body shook from how hard you’d begun to laugh until you cackled in loud guffaws like an idiot. Tears poured from your eyes as you tried to stand up and compose yourself but you couldn’t stop the scene you were making. It was one of those fits of laughter that make it look like you’re crying because your face was scrunched up and big wet tears were pouring from your eyes. And you tried to stop but it was so hard to calm yourself that you only got even more wound up trying to stop and the whole thing started all over again.

Yeah. That’s what was going on when you broke up with Tyler Styles. Your boyfriend of almost 2 years. You were laughing uncontrollably after his usual bullshit spiel had pushed you over the edge. And you knew he believed his own bullshit and that just made it even funnier.

You loved him. From the beginning he was amazing. You two really got along well but then you started having sex regularly and things changed fast. When you two first started having sex it was infrequent due to your distance (you were away at a college in a different state) so when you could have sex it was wild and hot and it didn’t matter what sort of preferences either of you had. You didn’t care. You were getting to have sex. Good sex. And that’s all that mattered.

But then you moved back into your hometown to finish off the last year of college at home and you had access to Tyler every day. Then you got an apartment with a roommate and Tyler began staying with you and you two were going at it a lot more.

It was great. Until it wasn’t.

You also realized, during that year of being with him every single day, that he was insecure and manipulative. And that wound up turning into very insecure and manipulative after you told him you wanted to be choked a little. Wanted to be spanked. Wanted him to spit on you and in your mouth. Wanted him to rail you. Wanted to try anal.

You thought if you told him what you wanted things would get better in bed because, in all honesty, he wasn’t doing it for you anymore. Not that you didn’t love him and enjoy him. But he hardly ever ate you out, and you got bored of that same old thing. He didn’t seem to mind. He got to nut in you and roll over and go to sleep. Like you were an old married couple.

And that just wasn’t going to cut it for you. You were too young to have underwhelming sex with a guy who thought less of you for liking the things you did. You just weren’t compatible anymore.

But what was worse? The way he didn’t trust you. The way he tried to make something that was his fault into your fault. The way he’d talk in circles and would never own up to his mistakes and point out what he felt you’d done wrong.

And of course, there were the questionable texts you found between him and your friend Yola just a few months before.

That was not your finest moment. You were tired of him accusing you of cheating or acting suspicious of you every time you went out with the girls and so you wondered if he was cheating on you. And the moment you and access to his phone after he drank himself into oblivion one night you went through it. You always swore you would never be one of those women to go through their boyfriend’s phone. But you were in the end. And while the texts between the two of them weren’t all that bad, you still had your guard up.

So you paid close attention to him and how he acted when she was around. You started checking his phone regularly. Started looking through his comment history on Reddit. Perusing his likes on Instagram.

You became what you never wanted. In the end, you never found anything incriminating. Which was a relief, of course, but even if he wasn’t cheating there was no more love there. You were done.

“What the fuck is so funny?”

Still laughing, you wiped your tears and stumbled dramatically, holding onto the wall between your couch and the front door. You’d just about had enough of him. “You–“ you hiccupped a laugh and wheezed as you bent forward to calm down. Sticking a finger up to indicate you needed a minute you shook your head and finally stood upright to look at him in the eyes, your breaths and bursts of giggles slowing, “You are so full of shit. Did you just hear yourself? I can’t handle the way you always minimize your own issues. Just…” you pointed at the door, “Leave. Okay? This is over.”

. . .

“She laughed in my face when I told her I loved her and that I would forgive her for cheating,” Tyler went home and cried to his dad about you breaking up with him.

“She was cheating on you?” Harry raised his brow at Tyler who was slumped pathetically on the couch.

“Probably. I think so because she’s been interested in doing things in bed and I can’t figure out why. It’s gross.”

Harry sat down and draped his ankle over his knee, “What’s gross? I’m confused about what happened?”

“She’s a bitch. She was using me–“

“Whoa, hold on there. Watch how you talk about her. You were with her for almost 2 years. Don’t say that about Y/n.”

Tyler sat up straight and looked at his dad, “But her reasons for breaking up with me are so shallow. I’m not pleasing her in bed? Because I won’t choke her or spit in her mouth? It’s like she turned into a different person. I think she must have been seeing someone else because she broke up with me over it.”

Harry nodded wondering what could be so bad about any of that. But of course, he enjoyed a little bit of rough sex himself. He was surprised Tyler seemed so put off by it. But after learning what you had told him that night in Lombardy, he figured this shouldn’t be too big of a surprise.

His son didn’t even like to eat pussy. If Tyler didn’t look almost exactly like him, he’d wonder if this was even his son. Because Harry liked all kinds of kinky shit in bed.

“So she wanted to try some kinkier things with you. Did you try any of it with her?”

“You don’t even know the half of it, Dad,” Tyler shook his head, “Anal sex too. I mean… what woman wants that? I don’t know. Maybe she was addicted to porn or something.”

Harry swallowed thickly and looked toward the window for a moment in thought as his back heated up at that comment. Anal sex. He tried not to imagine you in that way but it was hard. He’d already gone down that tricky little road in his imagination after that night you both skinny-dipped together. He’d seen you completely naked. He hadn’t meant to look but when he grabbed you by the back of your thighs and pushed you out of the pool he slid his hand up to your bottom and your legs spread as you landed into the water and he saw it all. He’d lost his damn mind when he did it. It was like he was playing with a lover there for a moment and he’d forgotten you were his son’s girlfriend. Well, now ex.

“You didn’t answer my question. Did you try exploring with her at all? See what you might like?”

He shook his head, “I’m not going to choke and spit on someone I love. And anal?” He said the word as if it were disgusting, “It’s so weird. I don’t know what happened to her. She used to be so sweet.”

“I see. So it sounds like you two were no longer sexually compatible anymore and you’re just assuming she’s been cheating.”

“Are you taking her side on this? She broke my heart, Dad. We used to be so good together. It was perfect and then suddenly she just wants me to hit her and be rough with her? It doesn’t add up.”

Harry sighed and shook his head as he leaned his back into the couch cushion. He and Tyler had always been able to talk about anything and everything, which he was proud of. But he wondered if Tyler really saw the bigger picture about you and how important it was to be with someone you’re compatible with. Harry wasn’t going to tell his son what happened that night. The things you’d told him in confidence. And between what his son was telling him now and what you had told him before, he could tell Tyler wasn’t telling the whole story.

“Look. I know you’re upset and hurt but from what you’re telling me it doesn’t sound like you actually know if she was cheating or not. Right?”

“But what else explains her breaking up with me?”

“Tyler, for some people, it’s really important to be sexually compatible with your partner. That can be enough to end a relationship. When someone isn’t satisfied in bed anymore, it might lead to other issues as well.”

“But she used to be satisfied. Something changed. I just don’t know what.”

Harry really wanted to be supportive of his son. But the way he brushed off his lack of effort to make you happy did concern him. It felt like Tyler didn’t think he’d done anything wrong. And it seemed to make sense based on what he knew. Based on what you told him.

He thought back to that night with you in Italy.

He draped the towel over your shoulders as you crossed your arms to cover your chest, “You know I would understand if you felt that was enough to break up with Tyler over. Things like that can slowly erode a relationship from the inside out.”

When you’d clutched the towel safely in front of yourself you turned and shook your head, “It wouldn’t be just for things like that. He’s also really insecure. Always thinks I’m doing something I shouldn’t. He’s even accused me of cheating on him,” you rolled your eyes.

Harry already had his own towel wrapped around his waist, his bottom half fully covered from view, “Well that’s definitely something. If you don’t mind me asking…, why are you still dating him?”

You both began to walk toward the house, clutching your clothes in your hands, “Because it feels like such a waste if we just end it after 2 years, you know? I just want to be able to make it work with him. But I don’t know how much more I can take. I love him… it’s just hard.”

He nodded and put his arm over your shoulder to bring you in for a quick side hug before you walked into the house, “Just do what’s right for you, Y/n.”

. . .

You slept like a baby that night. You weren’t sure if it was because you’d finally had the guts to end it with Tyler or because you wore yourself out laughing like a madwoman. Either way, you realized how easy it was to be without him. How good it felt to be done with him. Relief.

You thought about Harry and his words to you, just do what’s right for you. And this was right. He had given you good advice.

The last time you saw him was when you parted ways at the airport after spending two weeks in Lombardy with him. And while Tyler was there, you both fought the whole time. Tyler was more like an afterthought on that trip to you. After the big fight that Harry overheard, you didn’t even sleep in the same bed with him.  So you wound up spending a lot of time with Harry without Tyler around. It was fucking fantastic. Especially the night under the bright stars in that big pool telling each other secrets.

It was one of the best nights of your life. Harry was one of those men that were rare and truly kind and thoughtful. But he was handsome and charming as well. You’d always found Harry very attractive but you’d have never done anything with that attraction. Besides, you figured it was natural to find other people attractive. And not only that, the apple truly did not fall far from the tree in this case. Well, looks wise anyway.

Tyler was two inches taller than his father and a bit leaner, but he had the same brown wavy hair, green moony eyes, and raspberry-pink lips. Harry’s voice was deeper with more baritone but they did sound similar in some ways. Once you thought Tyler was talking to you until you heard him say your name, and then you knew it was Harry (you had your back turned). Harry said your name in a way that made your neck prickle with heat.

But as much as they looked alike physically, that’s basically where their similarities ended. Where Tyler was insecure, his dad was confident. Where Harry could laugh off a mistake, his son would explode and get red in the face and blame the nearest person for the problem even when it was something small. You could go on but it was useless to dwell on it. The truth was Tyler was nothing like Harry in the ways that mattered.

You didn’t want to think about Harry the way you had been. But it was hard not to. The way he handled himself and didn’t sweat the small things… how mature and understanding he was. How he didn’t get embarrassed easily and that allowed him to be more vulnerable and honest.

And all of that combined with his sturdy, masculine body and the more mature features on his face… Harry was indeed more physically attractive as well. Sure Tyler looked so much like him it was uncanny, but Tyler’s more youthful body and face were lacking something for you.

You’d never really been into older men. Harry was the exception to this. And you only allowed yourself to really see it on your Italian vacation with him.

You felt like you’d miss him more than Tyler. That was the only thing that really sucked about the breakup. Not seeing Harry again.

But it turned out, you would be seeing him again. Because two weeks later when you got a dm from Harry you were quite surprised. In fact, you’d just been thinking of him as you were settling into your bed. It was nearly midnight. It had become routine for you to think about him throughout your day. Especially at night. Maybe inappropriate but you were single and Harry Styles was very good fantasy material.

Hey. Hope you’re doing well. I have a box of your things and thought I could stop by tomorrow afternoon to drop it off if that’s good with you.

And you didn’t know exactly why you did it, why you suggested having him stop by on a night when your roommate was out of town instead, but you did. Maybe you were just feeling him out. Testing the waters so to speak.

You were certainly curious about what could happen if you and Harry were alone with no major consequences to hinder something from happening… you were both single and you had been severely neglected in bed. And something told you Harry would give you what you’d been seeking. That is if he were interested. It was a stretch to think he’d do anything. You were his son’s ex after all. It would be quite scandalous.

It was silly, you knew it was. But when he said he could come over at the newly arranged date and time, somehow it made you feel like you’d just set up your first date since breaking up with Tyler.

It wasn’t a date. No, you needed to get that silly notion out of your mind. Harry would be cordial and warm with you. You actually couldn’t imagine anything much happening in reality.

Yet here you were, an hour before he was due to arrive, making sure your skin was smooth and applying a pretty-smelling lotion all over your limbs. You’d even picked out an outfit. Something that wouldn’t make it look like you were trying too hard but that was just cute enough for him to hopefully notice. It was just a regular Thursday night after all. Well, it was supposed to be.

You could admit you were looking forward to seeing him again. Even if nothing came of it. Even if he just dropped off the box of your things and you handed him Tyler’s stuff and he hugged you and said goodbye… well. That would be okay. Disappointing but the more likely scenario.

When you heard the buzzer go off your heart rate picked up and you felt shaky as you ran to your front door to hit the button to let him inside the building. Your head was filled with images of what you’d imagined the night before but you pushed it down the best you could as you swallowed and took a deep breath.

None of that, Y/n.

The knock at your door came faster than you thought it would as you jumped and clutched your hand over your heart. You needed to chill. You needed to live in reality.

Unlocking your deadbolt, you took another breath in and slowly blew out to calm yourself and as you opened up the door you saw him. It’d been weeks. Just over a month since you’d seen him.

And he had a small box in one arm and a bottle of red wine in the other.

“Hi.” He looked handsome. His clothes were tidy and he looked fresh and clean and you could smell his cologne as you hugged him and then he followed you inside, “Hi. Thank you for switching the day for me,” you turned to him after closing the door, “How have you been?”

Harry looked around your living room and then back to you, those pretty green eyes taking you in making you feel that recognizable spine tingle. Your temperature began to rise without your permission.

“Good. Missed you coming around. Uh…” He held the box out to you, “Your things.”

You took the box with a small smile and then he lifted the bottle of wine by its neck, “And I brought this. Didn’t know if you had time to talk or anything but thought we could share a bottle and sit for a while. Only if you wanted.”

Yes. Yesyesyesyesyesyes… this was exactly what you wanted.

“Oh, that’s so nice of you. Of course, I’d love to sit and chat with you, Harry,” you grinned widely. There was nothing you could do to contain the broad smile that broke out over your mouth or the heat that rose to your neck, “I’ll just put this in my bedroom. Be right back!”

You quickly walked into your hallway, still smiling like an idiot, and then entered your bedroom and dropped the box to the floor. You squealed very quietly to yourself and stomped your feet lightly with fists balled up to get out the pent-up excitement, anxiety, and nerves you were feeling before pressing your palms down on your bed for a moment to relax. The grin on your face only got bigger.

“You okay?”

You shot up and turned to see Harry standing in the hallway outside of your room and your eyes widened. Had he seen your whole little display?

“Yeah! I’m fine.” You smiled.

“Sorry, I followed behind you to see if I could find the bathroom and noticed you were having some kind of fit.”

You pushed a quick laugh out of your mouth and felt your back and thighs scorch in embarrassment. He’d seen you. There was no way he wasn’t aware of what that was.

“Um… don’t worry. I’m okay,” your nerves were bubbling over, “The bathroom is the door at the end. The one that’s open.”

“Okay. I’ll be just a minute. Gotta drain the snake,” he grinned.

When he was out of sight you closed your eyes and shook your head. What an absolute dolt you were. But you did not miss the reference to his dick either. Maybe he was trying to feel you out as well.

In the kitchen, you uncorked the bottle and pulled two glasses down. You didn’t have proper wine glasses yet but figured he wouldn’t mind. Harry was not one to fuss about such things.

You placed the bottle and two glasses at your table and sat down just as he appeared and sat down in the chair next to you.

“How have you been, Y/n? With the breakup and everything?” He asked as he took the honor of pouring a glass for each of you.

You kept your eyes on the glasses as you spoke, “Good. Great even. I miss some things about him but it got too complicated at the end and I feel like I can breathe now.”

“That’s good to hear,” he laid his eyes on you as he handed a glass to you, “Cheers.”

You smiled and tapped your glass against his before taking a sip and then reaching for the bottle to see what kind of wine it was.

“Oh! Did you get this in Lombardy?”

Harry laughed, “Actually no. I bought it at the grocery store. They happened to have this wine there and thought it was fitting for the occasion.”

“Fitting for the occasion of you bringing me my ex’s things?” You puffed out a chuckle.

He nodded, “Yes actually. I mean just because you and my son aren’t seeing each other anymore, doesn’t mean I don’t still have good memories of you.”

You looked down at your glass and blinked. He was so nice. He always made you feel so cherished in some ways.

“Yeah. I guess that’s true,” you allowed yourself to set your gaze on his, “I feel the same really.”

Harry nodded, “He told me all about the breakup. That you told him you weren’t satisfied. I had to hold my tongue when he started talking about it. He doesn’t know I have inside information.”

You laughed, “Oh god. I did not go about the breakup in the best way. I wanted to tell him all the reasons I didn’t want to be with him but… I don’t know. There were just so many and I didn’t want to like, pile it all on him and hurt his feelings. I never got around to the bigger issues with his insecurity, the way he was manipulative at times,” you shook your head, “He made some speech about how he loved me despite my lies… and I can’t remember what he said but it was so phony that I couldn’t stop laughing. I broke down in laughter and I think I offended him.”

“Yeah, he told me you laughed in his face. I can only imagine what he might have said. He was pretty convinced you were in the wrong. Didn’t think he’d done anything to cause you to break it off with him.”

“I’m… I feel a lot better now that it’s over with him.”

“He said you suddenly wanted things in bed and you kind of alluded to wanting things he wasn’t willing to do before but was it sudden? Or is he just making that up?”

You shook your head, “I’ve always been into more adventurous things. Well, I mean since I was old enough to know what those things were. When we first got together we were long-distance so it didn’t matter as much but once I moved back here that’s when it got tricky. I tried to subtly initiate things but he wasn’t picking up on it. And then a few months of that I decided to just be straightforward and told him what I wanted. He flipped out and told me he’d never look at me the same.”

“Kind of figured it was more along those lines.”

“Yeah…” you tapped your fingers on the wood of the table and looked at him, “How about we talk about something else?”

Harry sniffed and turned his body toward yours, draping his arm over the back of the chair he was sitting in, “Good idea. I was just gonna suggest that,” he grinned and looked away from you as if to work up the nerve for what he was about to say before placing his eyes back on you, “So where’s your roommate?” His raised brows and the grin on his face felt like he knew something already.

“Oh. She’s visiting her parents for the weekend.” You swallowed thickly at the scrutiny of his eyes.

He nodded slowly, “I need to be honest with you,” he pulled his lips into his mouth and grinned before continuing, “I checked your Instagram and then found your roommate and noticed that she was away based on her posts. You didn’t happen to plan it like this on purpose did you?”

Your lips parted as you looked at his face in surprise. A thick blanket of embarrassment surrounded your body as you hesitated with an answer.

“And that little fit you had in your bedroom. Tell me what that was.”

You cringed and looked down at your lap. You’d been busted. There was no way out of this. Unless you lied to his face and you didn’t want that. Because he was asking you directly, which meant he had a reason for bringing it up.

“I’m sorry, Harry. I…” you shook your head and slowly dragged your gaze back up to his, “Yeah. I did plan it like this. Um… Thought it would be nice to see you without someone else here.”

He continued nodding, “And your little display? That was because you’re excited to see me?” He finished off the sentence with a grin which had you feeling at ease suddenly.

“Yeah,” your response was hardly a whisper as you smiled back at him.

His grin widened and he licked his lips, “Okay. I see. Well, let me tell you my thoughts because I want to be clear with you, Y/n.”

You nodded and angled your body to face him directly. Your heart was raging in your chest so wildly you were almost light-headed.

“I initiated coming over because I wanted to see you in person. To talk, to know how you are. I hoped you’d be just as excited as I am. And it appears that you are,” you watched his eyes drop to your outfit and wind down to the spread of your thighs over the chair you were starting to melt into.

“And since you wanted me here when no one else was around I think you wanted something to happen between us. Now, I hadn’t expected it really but I wouldn’t mind it going in that direction.”

You swallowed and felt every bit of your skin begin to overheat. You kept your eyes on him but you were unable to form a response.

“What is it you wanted to have happen tonight, Y/n? Hoped I’d show you something you had been missing out on? Do you want something from me?”

You flattened your palm on your thigh and averted your eyes to your glass of wine, “Yeah.”

The gentle touch of his finger at your jaw, nudging your face toward him made you inhale shallowly, “Keep your eyes on me, okay? You and I won’t be playing any games here. Understood? I’m gonna need you to be open with me. Tell me what you want.”

The way he was speaking to you and the soft touch of his hand had you almost convinced you were in some kind of sexy dream that you were about to wake up from any minute.

“I…” your voice was breathy, shaky, “I think… anything.” You worried at your lip between your teeth and hoped he’d take over for you. Hoped he’d answer the question for you.

He shifted his hand to thumb over your bottom lip and pulled at it, “Don’t do that. Gonna hurt yourself. Tell me what anything means, Y/n. I’m not a mind reader.”

You cleared your throat and looked to the edge of the room and he tiskd at you, “I said keep your eyes on me, love.”

“Sorry,” you turned your gaze back to his.

“You’re having a hard time coming up with an answer then? Want me to throw out some ideas you can say yes or no to?”

You nodded.

“Well, I’ll start off by naming something I think you’d like, something I’ve been dreaming about doing to you. Okay?”

You continued to nod.

Harry took your hand in his, pulling it to his lap, “I want to show you what it feels like to be eaten out by a man who enjoys it more than almost anything in the world. Would you like that?”

You let out a quiet moan and nodded, “Yeah.”

He nodded as he stood and pulled you up with him, “Let’s start there then.”

A/N: Hope you enjoyed part 1! I promise you that the smut will commence in part 2 (and be prepared, part 2 has approximately 9k words of smut out of 10.8k words total, so she's FILTHY)

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Sooooo I learned a valuable lesson last night. Which is not to draft things in tumblr. Because I wrote almost all of this in drafts, was like 15 minutes from posting. And then the app glitched when I changed the song I was listening to and lost everything.

I’m not entirely sure I wrote this version half as well as the original, which is maddening. But please enjoy this next part to the Mister(s) Steal Your Girl (poly 141) series.

Content: Safe/Sane/Consensual Intimacy

You honestly didn’t expect to speak to Kyle again after the bookshop encounter. Sure, you exchanged numbers and he seemed so sincere, but your faith in reading people has been a bit shaken as of late.

That said, you wouldn’t have held it against him if you didn’t. You’d had a wonderful time meeting someone new, even if just for a moment. He seemed like a busy man in a high-stress job, it wouldn’t be a surprise if he looked at your open-relationship-with-a-fiance situation and decided it was too much drama.

But the very next day after meeting him, he sends you a text. Repeating that he had a great time and asking if you’ve already started any of the books you bought.

You try (and probably fail) not to giggle like a schoolgirl every time he texts you. He’s as sweet through the phone as he was in person. Throughout the week, he checks on you (more messages than you’ve gotten from your fiance in a month) asking after your days and nights and generally chatting.

On Thursday at lunch, you ask if he’d like to meet up again, heart clenching anxiously. Nearly throw your phone across the break room when his name pops up as an incoming call.

When you answer, he doesn’t even waste time on a greeting.

“I’d like to take you on a date, luv,” he specifies, voice silky and amused in your ear.

Date one is a nice dinner. He shows up at the door with flowers. You have to take a second to blink away the mist in your eyes.

“Sorry, sorry,” you hurry to say, summoning a smile. “Just no one’s ever bought me flowers. Thank you, they’re wonderful.”

And then you realize that probably sounds pathetic and quickly turn away to deposit them in a vase. (Miss the baffled and almost offended frown on Kyle’s face as that processes.)

At dinner, the two of you toast by tapping your appetizers together. He feeds you bites of his meal from his own fork, and you let him try your wine, giggling at the faces he makes.

The night ends (after dessert, a walk in the park, and a nightcap at a quiet bar) at your front door. Kyle fits a big, warm hand on your waist, pulls you in… and drops a chaste kiss to your cheek.

You try not to let your disappointment show, but he must catch it because he chuckles and gently nudges your face back into position. Graces you with another kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“I want to, darling,” he admits, so close you’re sharing air. “Trust me, I want to. But I need you to know I’m doing this for the right reasons too.”

Touched and a little choked up, you hug him tight, cheek pressed to his chest. His breath stutters. And then his strong arms are curling around you, tucking you in, his whole body becoming a warm haven.

“Can we… can we do this again?” you ask hopefully.

“Darling, I’d take you out tomorrow if you’d let me.”

Date two is bowling, which you find Kyle is actually terrible at, despite being a sniper. You laugh and joke through three games, trouncing him each time. He doesn’t seem to mind losing in the slightest, and even takes you out for a victory ice cream afterwards. You hold hands while you lick at the cone.

Date three, you invite him to a wine and paint night. He seems willing, though unsure. By the end, though, the two of you are giggling and tipsy, paint on your hands and faces. He kisses you against the passenger door of his car, lips soft and gentle. Moans when the tip of his tongue skims your bottom lip.

On date four, you sing to the radio in the car. Blush when you catch him sneaking glances at you, but also notice that he goes around the same block twice. Tease that you’re going to be late if he keeps stalling.

At the end of the night, he sweeps you in close on the dance floor.

“Come home with me?” he asks in your ear.

Your heart stumbles as you nod, cheeks hot.

He barely gets you in the door before pressing you back against it. Fingers in your hair, body one firm line pressed flush to yours. Kissing earnest but not rough, flicking at your bottom lip until you open for him with a soft sigh. He tastes like heaven, like the drinks you shared before this. Your fingers curl into his Henley, tugging him closer, arching your back.

The desire he’s been steadily building in your gut bursts into an inferno. You’re burning all over, can barely breathe. Dizzy with his cologne.

You break the kiss with a squeak when he scoops up beneath the thighs.

“I-I’m too heavy!” you gasp, clinging tight.

“Like hell you are,” he scoffs. “Come back here, I’m not done kissing you.”

You hesitate, taking stock. But he doesn’t feel like he’s straining; didn’t even make that mortifying grunt noise. Feel secure enough to lean back just a bit to check his expression.

There’s not an ounce of effort there. Just liquid dark eyes focused on your swollen lips, tilting his chin to coax you back. You go with a little thrill in your stomach, messier this time, teeth scraping.

He bumps you against the wall on his way to the bedroom. It doesn’t hurt but it makes you laugh against his cheek.

“Love your laugh,” he murmurs into your neck. “Could listen to it all day.”

Somehow that makes you flush more than the hard bulge pressing against your ass. So you shove your tongue in his mouth again to shut him up, breathless at his tongue curling against yours.

You squeal when he drops you on the bed with a little bounce, a brilliant, cheeky smile your reward. Then he tugs his shirt off and your mind goes utterly blank.

He’s a monument of strength and discipline, power in every plane of hard-earned muscle. There are glossy scars peppering his skin, and you’re fascinated as much as you are sad for his pain. He looks like a young god. You’ve seen marble statues half as beautiful as him.

“You’re bloody gorgeous,” you whisper, crawling to the edge of the bed.

He shivers and leans into your palms as they explore up his toned stomach, across the defined lines of his chest and shoulders, down his arms. Leave open-mouthed kisses against long-healed wounds and patches of smooth skin alike, appreciating every part of him.

He uses your interlocked fingers to draw you away, bending to meet you halfway. Speckles kisses over your cheeks and jaw, down to a tender spot beneath your ear that makes you hum. You could melt into him and just float.

He pauses there, breathes you in. “Can I take this off?” he asks, plucking at your shirt. You hesitate, just for a beat — but it’s enough to have Kyle pulling back a little.

“We can stop here,” he offers. “Or we can just keep doing this. Whatever you want, luv, I’m not fussed.”

You duck your head, but he doesn’t let you escape for long, gently guiding your gaze up by the chin.

“Talk to me?” he asks.

“I-I want to keep going,” you say, “I’m just… and you’re so…”

He shakes his head, kisses you quiet. “I’m not anything but a man that wants to make his girl happy. In whatever way she’s okay with, yeah?”

You have to blink away another sting of inopportune tears. Then reach for your shirt and pull it off yourself.

“Bloody hell,” he murmurs, eyes going big.

You flush as he nudges you back, spread out amongst the neat sheets and pillows. His eyes trace every inch of you over and over, hands quick to follow. The contrast of his rough palms on your skin makes you squirm and sigh. He touches you like you’re something special, like he wants to savor you.

He nibbles kisses into your collarbones, lavishes your breasts with tongue and gentle teeth. Works his way down your stomach and stops again.

“Can I take the rest off?” he asks.

You don’t hesitate this time, shifting to give him access to the zipper. His hands fumble a bit when he notices the embarrassing wet patch on your underwear, thumbing at your slit through the fabric.

“Please let me eat you out,” he breathes.

You press your thighs together, nervous. “Y-you don’t have to…”

“I want to, luv,” he answers, eyes barely flickering away. “Fuck do I want to.”

Words desert you, so all you can manage is a jerky nod. For the first time, his patience seems to fray as he tugs your underwear off. Barely gets them down to one ankle before diving between your legs.

He laces sweet kisses along your thighs and hips, slowing as he gets closer and closer to where you want him most. His tongue dips into your slit, just skims your throbbing and sensitive clit. You moan softly. The next swipe of his tongue is bolder, curling at your soaked entrance. He groans into you, deep and animal from his chest and makes you shudder.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Just enjoy.”

It’s impossible not to when he pampers your cunt so thoroughly. Never rough, never too fast. Like he could spend all night between your thighs. Sucking gently at your clit, thrusting his tongue inside, lapping in perfect, even strokes. You didn’t think you enjoyed oral from the few times you’ve experienced it — but Kyle makes it heavenly.

One of his hands, squeezing absently at your hip, travels down. He presses a finger at your entrance, playing in your slick but not going further. Waiting. You murmur a soft “please” that nearly has him growling.

Even just one finger feels like so much. His hands are bigger than yours. And so deliciously clever. It’s not long before you’re babbling for another, crying out softly when he provides. Two fingers curling and rubbing against your slick, sensitive walls and his tongue swirling around your needy clit — it’s so much. Overwhelming and perfect.

“K-Kyle, ‘m gonna…” you keen, shocked by how quickly it’s building.

Then he hums an encouragement and that little extra bit of stimulation sends you hurtling over the edge. You clench around his hand, hips twitching, grinding against his willing mouth through wave after wave. Not even aware of the noises you’re making until they fade off into soft whimpers of overstimulation.

Kyle eases his fingers from you, drops one last kiss to your hip. The lower half of his face is glistening. If you weren’t still somewhere in the stratosphere, you’d be embarrassed. But right now all you can manage is a quiet, needy noise, reaching for him.

He smiles and crawls over you, the warmth of his body soothing your shivery muscles, easing you through aftershocks. You wipe absently at his chin as you exchange lazy, sloppy kisses. Surprised to find that you don’t mind the taste of yourself; not much different than jizz.

“Give me… another second…” you mumble, head falling back as you catch your breath. “I’ll return the favor.”

Against your leg, you can feel him twitch through his jeans. He feels big. Your stomach clenches with want.

“That sounds bloody amazing, don’t get me wrong,” he answers, voice husky in your ear. “But if you’re up for it, I’d like to feel you cumming ‘round my cock.”

You gasp, not sure if you’re scandalized or even more turned on than before. Both?

“Wait, but I already…”

“I know, I was there,” he teases, kissing your temple. “But I wanna see it again. Feel it proper this time.”

You pause, blinking up at him as you trace your fingers along his ribs. “But isn’t that… I dunno, unfair?”

“Fuck no,” he answers. “I’d spend all night just making you cum if you let me.”

You huff and swat at him. “I think you’d kill me.”

“What a way to go, though, eh?” he chuckles, arching his eyebrows.

You groan, but there’s no hiding your grin. He brushes hair back from your face, cups your cheek.

“What do you say, baby? Let me fuck you good and proper.”

You snort, turn to nip his thumb in relation, but chirp, “yes, please!”

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