#Beyond Belief Unplugged

[oliverreedmasterass]

Credits and shoutout to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea!! 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: language

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

____________________________________________________

“How much longer do we have to stay here?” Sam groaned from his spot on the carpeted floor of their soundbooth, staring up at the paneled ceiling with dread.

“Until we get this track right,” Jake called to him as he took a seat on a rickety old stool for a quick rest. “We’re almost there.” 

“You said that 25 minutes ago,” Sam protested. “You big liar.” 

“It is almost 2am,” Danny pointed out from behind his kit. “Maybe we’d be better off giving it another try tomorrow.”

“We’re close though,” Jake stood back to his feet and strapped his guitar on. “Trust me, we’ll get it in the next three takes.” 

“This is agony,” Sam groaned. 

Josh came over the intercom from behind the mixing board with a bit of feedback, making Jake, Sam, and Danny all jump. 

“Ready for take 21?” he asked. Sam scowled at his brother but finally shook his head in frustrated acceptance and slowly rose back to his feet with a loud crack. Jake gave the audio technician a thumbs up and they heard the metronome sound ticking in their headphones, counting them off. “Play your hearts out, boys,” Josh told them. 

Much to Sam and Danny’s dismay, Jake wasn’t satisfied until 15 takes later. Sam had tried to run out of the studio on multiple occasions, but Josh kept grabbing him and tugging him back to the booth, reminding him that their time in the studio was costing them an arm and a leg, and he was being a big baby. So, when Jake unplugged his guitar from the amp with a crackling snap, Sam had every right to let out a deep groan and collapse back to the floor in relief. Danny tossed his drumsticks off to the side and then, in a similar fashion, flopped beside Sam. 

“I just want this album to take us to the next level,” Jake tried to defend himself. Both Sam and Danny held up their hands to make him stop talking. 

“I thought take 4 sounded great,” Danny said. “I don’t think we needed 36 takes.” 

“My tone wasn’t quite right,” Jake shrugged. “I feel really good about take 36 though.” 

“That one’s definitely the one,” Josh agreed as he entered the room. “That’s gotta break our personal record, huh? Sixteen hours in the studio is pretty impressive.” 

Sam let out another deep groan. 

“We can come in late tomorrow,” Josh looked to Jake for confirmation. “I think we all deserve to sleep in a bit.” 

“I think I deserve to not come into the studio for a week,” Sam tried to barter. “I want to camp out in the middle of nowhere where I don’t have to look at any of your stupid faces or think about stupid music or sound mixing or bass lines.” 

“Wow,” Danny sounded genuinely hurt. “Okay.” 

“He’s just crabby,” Josh consoled Danny. “He gets like this when he doesn’t get his nap.” 

Sam shrugged like he couldn’t argue with Josh. Jake finished tucking his Gibson into his guitar case and then joined Josh, standing over Danny and Sam. He was starting to form some pretty impressive bags under his eyes because, even though he was the night owl of the family, playing for that long and that hard really did take a toll on him. 

“I’m gonna go to the lobby, can I grab you guys anything from the snack bar?” he offered in an attempt to make a truce with his disgruntled bandmates. 

“I’ll take a bag of SunChips,” Sam decided from the ground. 

“Just a water, please,” Danny gave Jake a small smile. Jake grinned back, a wave of relief washing over him that at least Danny wasn’t pissed beyond belief at him and his perfectionism. Thank god Danny was such a naturally understanding person at heart because, god, did Jake do things that would set any other person over the edge. 

Before Josh could put in a request, Jake waved goodbye and booked it out of the room, putting his head down to hurry to the lobby. 

“Wait, I want a banana!” Josh called after him. 

“Sounds like a you problem!” Jake yelled back. 

He reached the lobby and, after a quick scan, made sure to fetch everything that Sam and Danny wanted, and went out of his way to forget Josh’s banana. The exhaustion was catching up to him fast, so he fixed himself a cup of coffee to help him get back to his house in one piece and then turned on his heel to return to the studio. As his white vans clicked down the linoleum floor, he started to whistle the guitar part for one of their new tracks. His eyes were set on their studio door at the end of the hall but, out of his peripheral vision, he saw something that made him slow down. His whistling faded and he pivoted back around on his heel to face the door that he had just passed to his left. He pursed his lips as he took in what looked like a beam of bright light trying to come out from behind the door. Overwhelmed with confusion and intrigue, Jake backed up even farther so he was directly in front of the door, and had to squint his eyes to inspect it. Standing closer to it, he could feel that the hallway was significantly warmer. 

“What the?” he whispered. If his arms weren’t full of food and drinks he would have grabbed for the door handle, but instead he squeezed his eyes shut and reopened them to make sure what he was seeing was really real. The white light pouring from the cracks in the frame looked pretty damn real. 

Just to make sure his exhausted brain wasn’t playing tricks on him, he turned away from the door and hustled back to the studio. Sam, Danny, and Josh were all sprawled on the floor now, but they lifted their heads up slightly as Jake let himself back into the booth. 

“I need to show you guys something,” he said as he handed Danny his water, Sam his chips, and gave Josh a middle finger when he held his hands out for a banana. 

“Hey man, fuck you,” Josh frowned at his brother. “I don’t want to go with you if you’re gonna be mean to me.” 

“No, please, I promise, you’ll want to see this. I need you to see this.” 

“Did you drop an entire case of beer again?” Danny let out a yawn. 

“Just, come with me,” Jake decided to reply, since he really wasn’t sure how to even begin to describe the door. Plus, he liked there being an air of mystery about the whole thing. 

Even though Sam had been the most vocal in his frustration earlier, he was apparently the most willing to humor Jake since he clutched onto a nearby wooden stool to pull himself upright. Danny watched his friend stand up and, with a sigh, joined Sam and Jake. They all looked down at Josh, who was laying on his back with his arms folded over his chest. 

“You’re gonna miss out,” Jake told him. 

“I’m already missing out on a banana, I don’t care.” 

“Suit yourself,” Jake shrugged. He opened the door for Sam and Danny, and they disappeared from the studio. Jake tried to catch a glimpse of the mysterious door as he led Sam and Danny down the hallway and grinned when he saw that the light was still pouring from it. Behind them, Josh’s footsteps grew closer as he ran to catch up. 

“I’m getting a banana, I don’t care what Jake’s showing you guys,” Josh explained himself, though he didn’t move past them to the lobby. Instead, they all cautiously approached the door. 

“The fuck?” Sam asked when he caught sight of the rays of light. 

“Who’s supposed to be in there right now?” Danny asked. 

They checked to see if any names were listed on the calendar posted next to the door, but there was nothing. 

“It looks like it’s open,” Josh announced. “But maybe Helios is dropping a track in there,” he added as a second thought. 

Sam was studying the door, deep in thought. 

“Maybe someone left some lighting equipment in there for a music video or photoshoot?” he guessed. “And they just forget to turn it all off?” 

“Are we gonna open it?” Josh turned to Jake. Jake was staring intently at the door once more, debating the pros and cons of opening it. 

Con: there could be something weird behind there

Pro: there could be something weird behind there

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” Danny spoke up. “Why don’t we just let management know, and they can send someone over to check it out? I just wanna get back to my bed and sleep.”  

“Don’t you think it’s funny,” Jake started, his eyes still focused on the light, “that we write an entire album about a heavenly gate, and now we’re facing something that looks exactly like that?” 

“It is strange,” Josh admitted. 

“It seems to me like it’s something we’re meant to open,” Jake decided. He was, of course, talking out of his ass, but he wanted to provide a better reason for opening the door other than that he was curious and he had a hard time determining the severity of the consequences of his actions. 

Danny opened his mouth like he was prepared to give a rebuttal, but before he could get his word in, Jake lurched for the rounded door handle and, through grit teeth in response to the heat of the doorknob, twisted and pushed it open. Almost immediately they were all blinded by the light, which they responded to with grunts, flinching away. 

“Okay, maybe those aren’t set lights,” Sam said while he covered his eyes with his hands. “Jesus Christ, that’s blinding.” 

Josh reached into his jumpsuit pocket and retrieved a pair of sunglasses, which he quickly put on. Unfortunately, he quickly discovered that the glasses did next to nothing to spare his eyes from the searing beam. What he was able to see, though, was Jake walking directly into it.

“What are you doing?” he called out in shock. 

“It’s not gonna hurt me,” Jake said over his shoulder. 

“Literally the one thing they tell you is to not go towards the light.” 

“This feels like a different kind of light.” 

“What the hell does that mean? How do you distinguish the difference between light?” 

“Are you gonna grab him or keep arguing with him?” Sam asked from behind Josh, just barely opening his eyes so he could see what was going on. “He’s gonna do something stupid.” 

“Uh, guys,” Danny’s voice shook. 

“What?” Josh and Sam asked. 

“He’s gone.”

Although it was near impossible to see anything other than the striking white color pouring out of the door, it was clear that Jake was no longer standing with them. 

“For the love of God,” Josh groaned out. “Why the fuck did he do that?”

“You were distracted with Sam and he shot me some finger guns and hopped through the door,” Danny caught them up to speed. “Do you think he’s dead?” 

“He’s not dead,” Josh was quick to respond. “I would have sensed it.” 

That earned him a snort from Sam. 

“I swear, there’s academic articles out there about twin telepathy,” Josh felt it was worthwhile in that moment to defend himself against his younger brother’s scrutiny. 

“Jake?” Danny cautiously called into the light, “Are you in there, bud?” 

They were met with deafening silence. 

“Literally say anything,” Danny tried again, panic rising in his voice. They waited a few beats, but not a single sound was uttered from the other side. 

“We have to go in after him,” Josh declared. “And drag his stupid ass back here.” 

“I’m not going in there,” Sam shook his head. “I’m going to bed.” 

“You know you’re not gonna be able to sleep because you’ll be worried about Jake,” Josh raised an eyebrow. “C’mon, Sam.” 

“I want you both to know that being in a band with all of you has easily taken years off of my life,” Danny told the two brothers. Then, he faced the door, let out a short huff, and stepped through it. 

Sam’s face was scrunched in discomfort, not only from the light, but also the situation at hand. It was unclear what laid beyond the door, and Sam had no rational explanation for what could be going on, but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he wasn’t going to enjoy a good night’s sleep in his own bed for a while. 

“Do you want to hold my hand?” Josh asked, holding his sweaty palm up to Sam. Sam looked like he was contemplating it for a second, but finally pushed it away and pointed at the door. 

“We’re going through there together, that’s all I want.” 

Josh couldn’t argue with that so, after giving Sam a reassuring pat on the shoulder, they stood together and squeezed through the tight door frame, entering into the light. 

It was a bizarre experience: while standing near the light had provided a similar sensation to being in front of a fire pit, once they moved deeper in, the air actually grew colder, like the Michigan winters from their childhood. The light continued to sear their eyes, building in intensity to the point where it was still bright with their eyes closed and covered by their hands. Sam and Josh both felt some kind of force latch onto them at the same time, which they responded to with nervous squeaks, and then, like a nightmare roller coaster, they lurched forward. 

If Sam wasn’t so terrified, he would have smacked his older brother for whooping with glee as they were thrust in some unknown direction at a speed that Sam couldn’t fathom. While they whipped around, he was burdened with worry about how they were going to safely stop and, more importantly, exactly where they were going to stop. Their bodies jerked to the left and to the right, and then Sam felt a warmth that they were rapidly approaching. 

“Brace yourself!” He thought he could hear Josh yell over the rush of wind that was passing by Sam’s ears. It was hard to move, but he managed to shakily reach his hands up towards his head and cover it, alongside pulling his knees up into his chest in the fetal position. He opened his eyes for a brief moment, still stunned by the brightness of everything, but saw Josh slightly up ahead, doing flips in the air while yelling out in joy. Just beyond Josh, Sam could see that the white light was starting to break into some kind of green hue. And it looked like that was directly where they were headed. 

It happened so fast Sam couldn’t process anything that was happening in real-time, but they shot out from some kind of cloud, did a freefall for about ten feet, and then landed with a thud in a grassy field. As upset as Sam was with his brothers for forcing him to jump through some mysterious, magic doorway, he was grateful that Josh had half a heart to warn him about a landing. Still, he was in shock from everything, so he opted to lay in the grass, facing the sky that had magically cleared of any strange clouds or scalding heat. 

“Oh shit, are you dead?” he heard Josh ask to his right. The sound of Josh’s footsteps came closer, and then he saw his older brother leaning directly over his head, his eyes bright. “Hiya, Sammy.” 

“Hiya,” Sam softly replied back. “What the fuck just happened?” 

“Probably something the human mind can’t comprehend,” Josh replied with a smile. “I wonder how far away Jake and Danny are.” 

At the thought of poor Danny going through that on his own, Sam sprung back to his feet, which seemed to surprise Josh since he backed up a few steps. 

“They can’t be too far away, right?” Sam asked. Josh shrugged. They both took a second to scan around them to get a better sense of where they could possibly be. Low, rolling green hills surrounded them on all sides and, in the distance, a grove of trees were standing tall. The air was humid, but a light breeze made it easier to breathe, which Sam sucked in. “It feels like the east coast,” he commented. “Up north.” 

“I don’t think we’re in Nashville anymore,” Josh agreed. 

“Danny?” Sam cupped his hands around his mouth to shout. “DANNY?” he tried again. 

“Hey, hey,” Josh put a hand on Sam’s shoulder to stop him. “We don’t know where we are. I think we need to lay low until we find more answers.” 

“I just want to find my friend,” Sam frowned. “He could be hurt for all we know.” 

“We’ll climb to the top of one of those hills and get the eagle eye view, how about that?” Josh attempted to compromise. “You should be able to see him from up there.” 

Sam couldn’t argue with that logic, so they set their sights on the tallest hill and started to climb. Sam didn’t appreciate how evident it was that he was ridiculously out of shape, but he was glad that he could pretend to be intently searching around for Danny while he was actually catching his breath. He and Josh stood back to back, scanning around, trying to catch a glimpse of anything that even slightly resembled their band members when Josh let out a small gasp. 

“Found them,” he announced. 

Josh tugged on Sam’s shoulder to point him in the right direction, and Sam couldn’t help but let out a chuckle when he caught sight of Danny and Jake about 100 yards away, walking side by side through the grass, entirely unscathed. Without another word, Sam started to jog down the hill towards them. Sure, he was out of shape, but he needed some form of consolation that they were okay and they hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of their lives by passing through that damn door. 

“Oh, thank God,” Sam was greeted by Danny when he approached him and Jake. “We had started to assume that you guys stayed behind.” 

“What the hell is going on?” Sam demanded Jake, moving past Danny to grab ahold of Jake’s loose button up shirt so he could pull him close. 

“Still working on an answer to that one,” Jake choked. “Will get back to you soon though.” 

“Let him go, Sammy,” Josh said as he approached the group. Sam looked hesitant, but after hearing Jake make a few more gagging noises, he threw him back down so he stumbled around a bit before regaining his balance. “I’ve got a couple of theories about what just happened,” Josh continued. He held up three fingers, which his bandmates wearily watched. “One,” Josh started, “we’re dead.” 

“Man, I hope not,” Danny commented. 

“Two,” Josh pointed to his second finger, “we somehow managed to find a portal that brought us to a different dimension.” 

“That could be fun,” Jake looked around at everyone and was met by frowns. 

“Or three, someone drugged us back at the studio.” 

“I’m feeling like it’s gotta be option three,” Sam declared. “The other two are baloney.” 

“I hope we went through a portal,” Jake’s mind was somewhere else. “Wouldn’t that be cool?” 

“Not really,” Danny murmured. “I kinda want to go back home.” 

“It’s an adventure!” Jake exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “An opportunity for us to grow and learn things about each other!” 

“That sounds awful,” Sam’s brow was furrowed. “I’m not in the mood for any kind of self-discovery or whatever.” 

“You’ve got no other choice, Sammy boy,” Jake clasped him on the back, which nearly sent him toppling over. “You stepped through that door, now we have to find our way back.” 

“I hate you,” was all Sam could say in response. 

Jake seemed to take no offense to that, since he linked arms with Josh and started to skip away from Danny and Sam, down the hill towards the horizon, singing at the top of his lungs, 

“We’re off to see the Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!” 

“What do you think is going on?” Sam turned to Danny after watching his twin brothers skip off into the distance. Danny looked as troubled as Sam felt, which at least brought him some comfort in knowing that he wasn’t the only one in the group who was capable of even a sliver of rational thought. 

“I couldn’t tell you, but I can confidently say that I’m on the brink of panicking.” 

“You and me both,” Sam sighed. Together, they followed behind Jake and Josh, who had managed to move so far ahead that they were ant-sized in the distance. “We’ll be okay though, I think.” 

Danny looked like he really wanted to believe Sam, but there was still a deep frown stuck on his face. 

“I really wish Jake thought sometimes before he did things.”  

“It’s pretty hard to turn him away from bright, shiny things, Danny. No amount of convincing could have deterred him away from going through that door.” 

“Hey! Guys!” Josh was hollering to them. 

“What?” Sam screamed back. 

“We found something!” Josh’s voice could just barely be heard. Danny and Sam exchanged a quick glance and then tore in Jake and Josh’s direction. Even though they were trying their hardest to remain composed on the outside, both of them were dying to know what situation they had gotten caught in. 

When they reached Jake and Josh, they saw that Josh was closely studying a piece of paper that had been left strewn in a muddy patch in the field. Jake leaned over Josh’s shoulder and seemed to be scanning the words as well, his eyes dancing around the page. 

“What’s that?” Sam pointed towards the damaged paper.

“It’s a clue,” Josh looked up. “A huge clue about where we are.” 

“I didn’t know this was possible,” Jake mused to himself from behind Josh with a joyful chuckle. 

Danny couldn’t tolerate the anticipation anymore since he ripped the paper from Josh’s hands and quickly skimmed it over. 

“What. The. Fuck,” his eyes were wide as he lowered the paper. “What the actual fuck.” 

Jake gave Danny a childlike grin. 

“Right? Right?” He could barely contain his excitement. Danny twisted the paper around so Sam, who was feeling really confused, could take a look. 

“Three days of peace and music,” he read aloud. “Bethel, New York. August 15-17, 1969.” 

“So you guys think,” Danny was trying to make sense of everything, “we traveled back in time?” 

“To the summer of 69,” Jake’s smile stretched from ear to ear. 

“Lord help us,” Sam moaned, letting the paper fall back into the mud.

#greta van fleet #gvf #greta van fleet fanfiction #greta van fic #gvf fanfiction #gvf fanfic #sam kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #woodstock #1969

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

YOU WILL BE BLOCKED

request: @ghostlypie

“If it's alright can you do scenarios for Norman and Goblin with an s/o that didn't realize they liked being called pet names until they're called one and they get flustered, it can be fluffy or suggestive I'm fine with both!

(I know tumblr's weird sometimes so I could be wrong but I don't think the link to your masterlist is working, sorry if I request smth that's already been done!)”

Warnings: allusion to work from home due to the pandemic, texting with emojis, green goblin being a little shit

I rubbed my forehead as I stared at the computer screen. The paperwork I was supposed to be working on wasn’t making any sense. Leaning back in my chair, the little message window opened and displayed a new message.

Norman 💚: take a break babe. You deserve it. I’ll take a look at it later. ❤️

I read over the text again. Babe. That was new. I could feel my cheeks heating up but pushed it aside. Slowly starting to stand up, I typed out my response.

(Y/N): You’re the boss. ;) 🖤

Standing up, I made my way through the mansion and into the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator door and started to browse the supply of drinks that Norman insisted were always at the ready. Pulling out a bottle, I closed the door and leaned against the counter.

“Hi sweetheart.” Norman walked into the room and gave me a kiss on the cheek before scouring the cabinets for something. After a couple minutes of no noise except the ones he was making, Norman turned back to me. An amused smile spread across his face was he took me in. Bottle halfway to my lips, red faced, and staring at him. “You ok over there?” I nodded before snapping back to normal and pulling open a cabinet door.

“yeah. Here’s your cookies you don’t want anyone to know about.” I tossed him the package and left the room as quickly as possible. Norman stood there, clutching the package to his chest, brows furrowed and two sets of thoughts running rampant in his head.

‘Did you see how they reacted?’ Normans eyes flew to the window, the faint reflection staring back at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘They were flustered beyond belief. We should do that more often.’ He shook his head.

“No.” The laughter in his head stopped his next thought from fully forming. “But we can see what exactly…works.”

‘Face it Osborn. They like it. Use it to your advantage.’ Norman rolled his eyes. ‘You know what I mean. Romance them. Seduce them. They clearly like the names even if they won’t admit it to themself. See how…’

“far it can go.” Norman finished as he grabbed himself a bottle and set off to find his partner. The voice in his head finally quieting for the first time in days. “(Y/N)?” The knock on the door drew my attention up from my computer. I pulled out a headphone and looked up at him. “You busy sweetheart? I thought we could spend some time together.” My face heated up as I awkwardly scrambled to remove the other headphone.

“Sure uh sure.” I accidentally unplugged the headphones and the sound of an interview with some actor filled the room. My eyes widened before I struggled to pause the video.

“Hey. Darling, it’s ok.” Norman reached over and hit the space bar before kissing my cheek. “It’s alright darling.” His gently cupped my chin in his hand before I could turn my head away. There was a flash in his eyes as his alter ego took over. “You look adorable like this babe. Why Norman thought this wouldn’t work is beyond me.” My eyes widened slightly and my cheeks heated up more.

“He thought what…” I got distracted by the way his eyes roamed over my face. “What wouldn’t work?” The goblin leaned forward and kissed me so hard I was forced back against the desk.

“The pet names.” He whispered as he pulled back to catch his breath before kissing me again. I wound my hands in his shirt and gently pushed. Norman had clearly taken back over as he pulled away, giving me space. His face left the question unasked and I nodded to show I was ok.

“You…you never used them before. I’m not used to them.” I breathed out, my hand coming up to cup his cheek. Norman smiled softly at me. “I like them though.”

“He is right though. You are very adorable when you get flustered sweetheart.” His smile grew as my cheeks tinted pink.

“I’ll get used to them.” Another kiss was pressed to my cheek and I giggled as he nuzzled into my neck.

“No you won’t.” His smile was contagious as my own spread. “But even if you do, I’ll come up with new ones.”

“I hope you do.” I ran my fingers through his hair before kissing his temple.

“Anything for you pumpkin.” He pulled away and kissed me. “Anything for you.”

#green goblin #green goblin x reader #green goblin imagine #green goblin fanfic #green goblin fanfiction #norman osborn #norman osborn fanfic #norman osborn fanfiction #norman osborn imagine #norman osborn x reader #willem dafoe x reader #willem dafoe #willem dafoe fanfic #willem dafoe fanfiction #Willem dafoe imagine #Requested #ghostlypie

[senor-plume]

Very High (listening to the Residents)

getting stoned

inhaling the pot listening to The Residents with headphones on

freaky trippy silly high high gone wasted and blasted balloon up

paranoid unplugging the phone turning the television off

pillow in my lap blanket across my back

Duck Stab Lizard Lady Semolina Hello Skinny

I listen unable to sit still up down down up

fried beyond belief

to high to handle The Residents on this Saturday night

big eyeballs climb through my window

extend arms and shake

I shake back

sucked into a eyedropper

I'm gone I'm wasted stoned and silly

my skin drips into a pool of hello dolly plastic

skeleton rattles

the xylophone plays

bone on bone

fire on fire

blonde on blonde

buster on glenn

on and on

poison pours from red clouds melting trees and grass

all things green waste away

I'm still alive though

listening to The Residents

saying hello

hello neighbor

this pew

this pew where I am at

knees shucked like corn

peeled away

I'm melting butter from pores

im melting butter from pores

I'm melting

#tumblr poetry #alt lit #poetry #the residents

[tomfooleryprime]

There isn’t ever going to be a “right” answer on abortion. Why? Because all the arguments surrounding it are better left to questions of philosophy and personal belief that codified law. “When does life begin?” is a concept on par with “What is the meaning of life?”

Whether you define it as the merging of two haploid gametes to form a diploid embryo, the emergence of a fetal heartbeat, the ability to live (with or without assistance) outside the womb, or the moment a breath is drawn, the line between life and non-life is debatable. 

What it is to even be alive is debatable. Every entry-level high school biology class usually starts the semester by posing the question “What is life?” Scientists have proposed hundreds of ways to define it, but none have been widely accepted. Most definitions usually boil down to a set of criteria about what life should be able to do and these lists always include things like grow, reproduce, adapt, and generate metabolic processes for self-sustaining energy.

But these lists always fail because they run into exceptions. Mules, the hybrid off-spring of horses and donkeys, are always sterile due to a mismatch of chromosomes. They cannot reproduce, but few rational people would argue a mule isn’t a living thing based on that alone. Similarly, fire checks off all the boxes: it requires oxygen and fuel, and it grows, moves, and spreads. Are viruses alive if they require a host to grow and reproduce? What about parasites? So anyone who dares to argue that “science says life begins at conception” clearly slept through the first day of biology class where the instructor was forced to confess we can’t even agree on a universal definition of what life is, let alone when it begins.

There is always so much emphasis on when life begins but believe it or not, the concept of when life ends is equally murky and an often-ignored point of relevance in the “right to life” crusades. Considering everyone who has ever been alive either has died or will die at some point, it is a wonder we do not focus more attention on the boundary between what separates the living from the dead.

In the U.S., the American Bar Association and American Medical Association came to the consensus that an individual is dead when they have sustained either (1) irreversible cessation of circulatory and respiratory functions, or (2) irreversible cessation of all functions of the entire brain, including the brain stem.

The SARS-Cov-2 pandemic gave the public greater awareness of medical advances like ventilators and ECMO (extracorporeal membrane oxygenation). If according to the ABA and AMA’s definitions, if a person requires a machine to circulate their blood and breathe for them, isn't the only thing deciding whether they are dead or alive a matter of a physician's opinion on whether their condition is reversible?

Are they dead? Or are they, as the Princess Bride handily put it, mostly dead? If you unplug the machines, have you committed murder, or are you letting nature take its inevitable course? Similarly, you remove an embryo or a fetus from a womb, have you committed murder, or are you letting nature take its inevitable course?

To those who think the debates surrounding abortion aren’t relevant to them because they lack a uterus, are beyond their childbearing years, or wouldn’t personally seek an abortion if an unwanted pregnancy occurred, consider that a lesser-known facet of the right to life movement involves the right to die. Because anti-abortion activists are deeply entrenched in decisions involving the end of life too.

In the early-2000s, Terry Schiavo became a pawn at the intersection of the right-to-life versus right-to-die movements. Doctors declared she was in a persistent vegetative state with no hope of recovery and her husband wanted to remove life support. Schiavo’s parents, informed by their Catholic beliefs surrounding suicide, sued to keep the machines on, despite Terry Schiavo herself making it clear that she would never want to live in a vegetative state prior to the sudden cardiac arrest that resulted in her condition.

A lot more could be said about the details of her specific case, but what it boils down to is that her parents violated the bodily autonomy of their daughter by forcing her to endure years of artificial life support for the comfort of their religious views. We should all consider what we might want for ourselves in such a tragic situation, then imagine what it would be like to have our wishes ignored because they violated someone else’s deeply held religious beliefs.

So even if you cannot commiserate with someone seeking an abortion because you would never find yourself in that position, consider how you might feel having the right to make decisions about your body taken away because it might upset someone else’s god. Then remember that it actually does happen frequently, even outside of well-publicized cases like Terry Schiavo’s.

In the United States, we have freedom of religion guaranteed to us by the first amendment. We also have an implied freedom FROM religion. Our right to private beliefs doesn’t extend to forcing others to behave in ways that conform to our beliefs. Unfortunately, a common false equivalence often stems from this argument where believers argue, “My religion says murder is wrong and so if we aren’t allowed to live by the tenets of my religion, that means we have to accept murder.”

No. Virtually every society in recorded history has taken a pretty dim view on snuffing out actual living people without just cause. Setting aside massive detour arguments about the death penalty, war, self-defense, and euthanasia, pretty much every civilization since the time of ancient Babylon has held that you can’t just walk up to someone on the street and stab them because you feel like it.

Crimes like murder and robbery have been almost always universally unacceptable throughout recorded history, including those pre-dating the religious texts of Judaism and Christianity. In modern society, we consider acts like murder and robbery to be crimes not because religion tells us we must, but because humanity has always abhorred them as detrimental to the fabric of a peaceful, functioning society. The fact that the Ten Commandments also forbids them is redundant and irrelevant.

Meanwhile, the "crime" of abortion has never been universally reviled and considering it on par with actual murder is a relatively new concept. Up until the early 20th century, English common law and the early laws of the U.S. held that life began upon the mother's awareness of fetal movement, or quickening. Notorious female pirate Anne Bonney delayed her execution by "pleading her belly," indicating that she was experiencing "the quickening" and thus couldn't be executed. It would have been seen as perfectly acceptable to execute her (and by extension, her unborn child) prior to that.

Lock 100 Americans in a room today and ask them if it's wrong to intentionally kill someone without provocation or self-defense, 100 out of 100 would call it murder. Ask those same people what they think about terminating a pregnancy, you'd probably get 100 different answers on where and how a line should be drawn. There is a consensus on many crimes, but there nothing approaching a universal line of decency on when or if abortion is a crime. According to the Pew Research Center, 61% of Americans say abortion should be legal in all or most cases, while 37% believe it should be illegal in all or most cases, with almost all of those opposed being Catholics and Evangelical Protestants.

To be fair, I am not religious and my opinions surrounding abortion are informed by personal experience and my understanding of science and medicine. While there are non-religious arguments to be made against abortion, most of them are rooted in religion. And while the Supreme Court recently concluded that abortion isn’t a right explicitly enumerated in the Constitution and therefore isn’t a right, abortion is also a concept never once mentioned in the Bible. Not every atheist is pro-choice, but not every believer is anti-abortion either. But to be honest, when I put myself in the shoes of a person of faith, if I really truly believed that God doesn’t make mistakes and makes everything happen for a reason, I would probably consider abortion to be murder. And all abortions, for any reason.

Got pregnant by your abusive boyfriend? It’s God’s plan. Got pregnant at thirteen by your drunk father? The Lord works in mysterious ways. Got pregnant on purpose and then found out your baby has a condition incompatible with life? God has a lesson for you in this suffering. Had a baby with a life-threatening heart condition? God makes everything happen for a reason—wait, are we allowed to try to fix the baby’s heart if God doesn’t make mistakes, or is the journey of long nights in the NICU and multiple surgeries part of God’s plan?

Are we supposed to let the baby die or try to save it? If aborting it in the womb is murder, is letting it be born and not intervening to save it ALSO murder if God made it with a defective heart and God is supposed to be infallible? If we hook it to a bunch of machines and decide the prognosis is really hopeless, is it still murder if we unhook the machines? If we support healthcare systems that don’t allow that baby’s parents to afford treatment, is it murder if they don’t find a way to afford it or just an unfortunate consequence of capitalism? At what point is the cruelty of keeping it alive worse than philosophical arguments about what constitutes murder? And let’s not forget, where does “God’s plan” fit into all of this decision-making?

Going down that train of thought, I am reminded why I am not religious. But even I can acknowledge that for someone who is religious it’s a very valid question to ask, “How can anyone tell me I have to support the legalization of something that I think is tantamount to murder?” Then I remember all the other horrible things society accepts as “necessary evils” of convenience and think it probably wouldn’t be that hard if they tried even just a little.

The American system of agriculture depends on migrant laborers, some of them as young as twelve, toiling in fields for slave wages to give us affordable produce. We keep our meat cheap by relying on the suffering of billions of farmed animals and regardless of what you may think about animal rights, it takes a cold heart and a strong stomach to tour a chicken plant and believe the things that occur there are perfectly acceptable. Slavery and suffering are stitched into the fabric of our imported electronics and clothes. We are killing our planet with carbon emissions and plastics. The list goes on.

I’m not arguing that we should accept these things, merely pointing out that we are all aware they exist and while we may not like them, we tuck them away in the backs of our minds as necessary evils so that we can afford everything from apples to tennis shoes to gas. And one key difference between abortion and all those other things as “necessary evils” is that even if we summoned the social will to abolish them, it wouldn’t come at the cost of telling half the population they don’t have a right to control their own bodies and futures.

So what I am saying is, maybe people who think abortion is murder could try thinking of abortion the way that everyone thinks about all the terrible things that keep our modern way of life going. If you don’t like the way factory animals are treated, don’t eat meat. If you’re worried about the island of floating plastic in the Pacific Ocean, use a metal straw.  If you If you think abortion is murder, don’t get one.

#abortion #dobbs v. jackson women's health organization #right to life #right to die #roe v wade

[keystocompanionship]

8 Intimate Ways to Love Your Partner That Go Beyond Physical Intimacy:

Love is a multifaceted phenomenon that extends far beyond physical connection. While physical intimacy plays an essential role in romantic relationships, there are numerous other ways to foster an intimate connection with your partner. By exploring these subtler forms of intimacy, you can cultivate a deep and meaningful bond that transcends the physical realm.

1. Intellectual Intimacy:

Engage in thought-provoking conversations that stimulate the mind and ignite intellectual curiosity. Share your thoughts, dreams, and fears with each other, and actively listen to your partner's perspectives. By delving into deep discussions, exchanging ideas, and challenging each other intellectually, you can forge a profound intellectual intimacy that lays the foundation for a strong emotional connection.

2. Emotional Intimacy:

Create a safe and nurturing space for emotional vulnerability. Express your feelings openly and authentically, and encourage your partner to do the same. Practice empathy, validate each other's emotions, and offer unwavering support during times of joy and sorrow. By fostering emotional intimacy, you can cultivate a deep sense of trust and understanding within your relationship.

3. Spiritual Intimacy:

Explore the spiritual dimensions of your relationship by engaging in shared rituals, meditation, or prayer. Embrace moments of transcendence and connectedness that elevate your spirits and deepen your bond. Whether through nature walks, mindfulness practices, or shared spiritual beliefs, embracing spiritual intimacy can enrich your connection on a profound level.

4. Experiential Intimacy:

Embark on new adventures and create lasting memories together. Whether it's traveling to new destinations, trying new activities, or pursuing shared hobbies, the act of experiencing life together builds a unique form of intimacy. By immersing yourselves in novel experiences, you can strengthen your bond and create a treasure trove of shared moments.

5. Verbal Intimacy:

Harness the power of words to express love, appreciation, and admiration for your partner. Leave heartfelt notes, send meaningful texts, and communicate your deepest sentiments verbally. By eloquently articulating your emotions and expressing affection through language, you can nurture a profound verbal intimacy that elevates your connection.

6. Creative Intimacy:

Engage in collaborative creative endeavors that enable self-expression and mutual inspiration. Whether it's creating art, crafting music, or cooking together, tapping into your creative energies fosters a unique form of intimacy. By co-creating and sharing your artistic passions, you can weave a tapestry of shared creativity that amplifies your emotional closeness.

7. Sensory Intimacy:

Delight in the sensual pleasures of touch, taste, smell, and sound to deepen your connection. Embrace the intimacy of gentle caresses, savoring delectable meals, reveling in the aroma of nature, and indulging in soothing music together. By heightening your sensory experiences, you can ignite a visceral form of intimacy that transcends words.

8. Time Intimacy:

Prioritize quality time with your partner and savor the moments of togetherness. Unplug from distractions, create space for undivided attention, and bask in the simple pleasure of being in each other's presence. By devoting dedicated time to nurture your relationship, you can cultivate an intimate bond that flourishes with shared experiences.

In conclusion, love encompasses a spectrum of intimate connections that extend beyond physicality. By embracing these subtler forms of intimacy, you can deepen your bond with your partner and craft a relationship that thrives on emotional, intellectual, and spiritual interconnectedness. Through intentional cultivation of these myriad facets of intimacy, you can weave a tapestry of love that is intricate, profound, and enduring.

#intimacy #keystocompanionship #companionship #relationship #building relationships #love blog #what is love #intimate #beyond the physical #take care

[viplotousspa]

Wellness Beyond Spa Days: Integrating Self-Care Into Daily Life

Self-care isn't just reserved for special occasions or spa retreats—it's a transformative practice that can be seamlessly integrated into daily routines. Vip Lotus Spa, a proponent of holistic wellness, believes that self-care isn't a luxury but a vital component of a balanced and fulfilling life. Here's a guide to weaving self-care into the fabric of everyday living.

Understanding Self-Care Beyond Spa Visits

Self-care is an ongoing commitment to prioritize one's well-being, encompassing various aspects:

Physical Self-Care: Nourishing the body through healthy eating, regular exercise, and adequate rest.

Emotional Self-Care: Cultivating self-compassion, managing stress, and nurturing healthy relationships.

Mental Self-Care: Engaging in mindfulness practices, seeking mental stimulation, and fostering positive thoughts.

Spiritual Self-Care: Connecting with nature, exploring personal beliefs, and finding inner peace.

Incorporating Self-Care Into Daily Life

Morning Rituals: Starting the day with mindful activities like meditation, yoga, or a nutritious breakfast sets a positive tone.

Micro-Moments of Pause: Taking brief breaks throughout the day—deep breaths, stretching, or mindful walks—recharges and refocuses the mind.

Digital Detox: Allocating time away from screens fosters mental clarity and reduces stress. Unplugging during meals or before bedtime promotes better sleep.

Nurturing Hobbies: Engaging in activities that bring joy—reading, painting, gardening—nourishes the soul and relieves stress.

Embracing Self-Care as a Lifestyle

Embracing self-care as a lifestyle choice rather than a sporadic event fosters resilience and well-being. Vip Lotus Spa encourages clients to view self-care as an integral part of their daily routine, nurturing a holistic approach to wellness.

Conclusion: A Tapestry of Wellness in Daily Life

Integrating self-care into daily life transforms mundane routines into acts of nurturing the mind, body, and spirit. Vip Lotus Spa advocates for the incorporation of self-care practices, empowering individuals to live with intention, balance, and vitality.

[healthylifestylenaturally]

Nurturing Your Well-being: The Art of Self-Care

In the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, it's easy to overlook the most important person in the equation: yourself. Self-care isn't a luxury; it's a necessity. It's about taking intentional actions to prioritize your mental, emotional, and physical well-being. Let's explore the art of self-care and why it's crucial for a balanced and fulfilling life.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE

Understanding Self-Care:

Self-care is a holistic approach to maintaining your overall health and happiness. It goes beyond the occasional pampering and encompasses a range of practices that nourish your mind, body, and soul. Recognizing that self-care is not selfish but rather a foundation for a healthier, more resilient you is the first step.

Physical Self-Care: Physical well-being is the cornerstone of a fulfilling life. Regular exercise, a balanced diet, and sufficient sleep contribute significantly to your overall health. Find an exercise routine that brings you joy, savor nutritious meals, and prioritize a good night's sleep. Your body is your temple—treat it with the care and respect it deserves.

Emotional Self-Care: Emotions are a natural part of the human experience, and acknowledging and processing them is vital for emotional well-being. Practice mindfulness, engage in activities that bring you joy, and surround yourself with positive influences. Don't be afraid to seek support from friends, family, or professionals when needed. Embracing your emotions is a strength, not a weakness.

Mental Self-Care: Just as your body needs exercise, your mind requires stimulation and rest. Engage in activities that challenge and inspire you, whether it's reading, learning a new skill, or solving puzzles. Equally important is giving your mind the downtime it needs. Unplug from technology, meditate, or simply take a leisurely stroll in nature. Your mental well-being is the key to unlocking your full potential.

Social Self-Care: Humans are social beings, and maintaining meaningful connections is crucial for our mental and emotional health. Cultivate positive relationships, spend time with loved ones, and nurture your social support network. Surrounding yourself with people who uplift and inspire you can significantly impact your overall well-being.

Spiritual Self-Care:

Whether through religious practices, meditation, or connecting with nature, spiritual self-care provides a sense of purpose and meaning. Take time to explore your beliefs, engage in activities that align with your values, and find moments of reflection. Connecting with your inner self can lead to a deeper understanding of your purpose in life.

Conclusion:

In the chaotic pace of modern life, self-care is not just a luxury; it's a lifeline. Prioritizing your well-being is not selfish—it's a fundamental act of self-love and preservation. By incorporating physical, emotional, mental, social, and spiritual self-care into your routine, you pave the way for a more fulfilling and balanced life. Remember, you deserve the same care and attention you willingly give to others. Embrace the art of self-care, and watch as it transforms your life from the inside out.

CLICK HERE FOR MORE

#self care #care of yourself #self #care

[meru-international-school]

International Schools In Tellapur

Unplug, Explore, and Grow: The Benefits of Summer Camp 

in an International School

As a parent, you want the best for your child, and that includes their education. But the pressure of school can be overwhelming, and sometimes kids need a break from the constant academic demands. That's where summer camp in international schools in Tellapur, like Meru International School, comes in. Summer camp offers a unique opportunity for kids to unplug from school and explore new activities, make new friends, and grow in ways they never thought possible. 

Social Skills Development

Summer camps create an optimal setting for children to engage with their peers, promoting the development of vital social skills. Through collaborative projects, team activities, and group games, children learn to communicate effectively, cooperate with others, solve problems collectively, and empathise with their peers. For example, during a team-building exercise, campers work together to navigate an obstacle course, enhancing their communication skills, fostering teamwork, and building trust among their peers.

Personal Growth and Independence

Summer camps in schools like Meru International School, the best CBSE school in Hyderabad, provide a platform for personal growth and the cultivation of independence. Away from the familiarity of home, children are encouraged to navigate new surroundings, make decisions, and take ownership of their actions. By participating in activities such as outdoor adventures, arts and crafts, or leadership workshops, campers develop self-confidence, resilience, and a stronger sense of self. For instance, when faced with the challenge of conquering a high ropes course, campers learn to overcome their fears, push their limits, and develop a greater belief in their abilities.

Physical Activity and Outdoor Exploration

Summer camps provide a platform for physical activity and outdoor exploration, fostering a love for an active lifestyle. Children participate in various sports, adventure activities, and nature expeditions, engaging in physical exercise, refining motor skills, and developing coordination. For example, through hiking in the wilderness or playing team sports like soccer or basketball, campers not only improve their physical fitness but also learn valuable teamwork, leadership, and sportsmanship skills. They develop a deeper appreciation for nature and the outdoors while reaping the benefits of a healthy and active lifestyle.

Learning New Skills and Hobbies

Summer camp in international schools in Tellapur, like Meru International School, offer a diverse range of activities that enable children to learn new skills and explore their interests. Whether it's painting, playing a musical instrument, trying out different sports, experimenting with cooking, or conducting science experiments, camps provide a supportive environment for children to develop their talents and discover new hobbies. For instance, a child attending an art camp may learn various painting techniques, explore different mediums, and create their own masterpieces. This exposure to new skills and hobbies broadens their horizons, nurtures their creativity, and opens up possibilities for lifelong passions and pursuits.

Lasting Memories and Friendships

Summer camps generate unforgettable memories and forge lifelong friendships. The shared adventures, laughter, and special moments form strong connections among campers that can endure well beyond the camp's duration. These friendships become a support network and a source of belonging, nurturing a child's social and emotional well-being. For instance, a child attending a summer camp may meet a fellow camper with whom they share similar interests and values. They may engage in activities together, support each other through challenges, and create cherished memories that last a lifetime. These enduring friendships contribute to a sense of community and provide a valuable network of support throughout their lives.

Summer camp in international schools in Tellapur, like Meru International School, offers a unique opportunity for kids to unplug from school and explore new activities, make new friends, and grow in ways they never thought possible. By stepping outside of their comfort zone and trying new things, kids are able to develop new skills and talents that will serve them well in their future academic and professional careers. Additionally, summer camp offers a break from the constant academic demands of school, which can allow kids to reflect on their personal goals and aspirations.

Enrol your child now at Meru International School, where we offer a summer camp experience that is tailored to the needs and interests of your child. Our experienced counsellors and staff are dedicated to providing a safe and nurturing environment where your child can thrive. Don't miss out on this valuable experience for your child!

#Best CBSE Schools Miyapur #Best International Schools Tellapur #Best primary schools in hyderabad #cambridge curriculum schools in hyderabad

[pagetgram]

Lauren Pritchard, John Rossi Bowie, Linda Cardellini, Paget Brewster, Paul F. Tompkins, Marc Evan Jackson & Hal Lublin Meet & Greet fans after Beyond Belief Unplugged! Live (x)

Again they went through the rereads and then we were each given a script of the episode.  Everyone signed our scripts and we got some time to chat with everyone.  Paget surprised us by remembering us from the September show we attended at Largo (see Finding your Inner Nerd post) 

#11.17.12 #november #2012 #other #s: original post #image #Beyond Belief Unplugged #Lauren Pritchard #john ross bowie #linda cardellini #Paget Brewster #paul f tompkins #Marc Evan Jackson #hal lublin #meet and greet #panel #link in x #content source

[head-empty-only-sunshine]

Revenge

Moon X Reader

A/N: Your honor, he deserved it. <3

Description: You finally get your chance at revenge against Moon. It's your turn to tease and tickle him, with the added assistance of maxed out sensors. Poor guy.

Tags: fluff, tickling, established relationship, gn!reader, lee!moon

Word Count: 1692

Once again it was time for the monthly diagnostics check on the animatronics. As head tech, you of course had to take care of it all yourself. That however, was actually a benefit. You had something sneaky planned today, so having time alone with a certain animatronic was exactly what you needed. There was a little surprise in store for Moon; some harmless fun bundled up in a scheme for your partner. You couldn’t wait to get to him, so you ever so slightly rushed your work to finish faster.

You still did your job well of course, but by the time you had worked with all the other animatronics you were giddy beyond belief. Sun was the next you saw, then Moon, and you could now start on your little surprise. With him sitting next to you hooked up to your laptop, it would be so easy.

“Notice anything weird in my programming again?” Moon pondered, watching over your shoulder while you opened and closed a few applications.

“Mmm, nope. You’re good so far.” You reassured him.

“Ah… Good. So, what’s all that stuff you’re looking at there then?”

“Oh this? This is a program I can use to modify any internal settings you have. It’s really convenient for quick adjustments when needed!” You explained innocently.

“Ah. That is quite convenient. Do I need an adjustment then?” Moon asked further.

“Actually, yes.” You nodded. “Just one though. Nothing too crazy.”

Moon watched as you pulled up a window with a slider on it. You dragged the little bar all the way to the top of the meter where it said ‘sensitivity’ and maxed it out. He was curious, and wondered what exactly that pertained to.

“So, what’s that for?”

You didn’t answer right away. You instead let a sly grin spread on your face and unplugged Moon from your laptop. Moon then received his answer when you placed a hand on his chest plate and dragged it down gently, making him jolt with surprise and back up a little. The feeling was intense, and he looked at you with wide eyes.

“I just turned up your sensors, is all~” You finally informed him. “You know, so I can get a little revenge for that time you tickled me breathless, my dear Moon.”

“TRAITOR!” Moon screeched, voice glitching with an anxious edge.

“You did it first! You had your warning. Run, my beloved celestial partner~!”

He was already running as fast as he could. The tables had been turned against him, and he knew he’d be screwed if he was caught. Slight regret ran through his mind for how much he teased you that day, because he knew you weren’t one to mess around. He saw what you did. That sensitivity setting had been maxed out, and the simple act of you touching his chest was such an intense shock he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle you exacting your revenge. So, he ran with all his might and hoped you would tire out before you could catch him.

Unfortunately, you were filled to the brim with energy, eagerly chasing after Moon with fire in your eyes. You had spent a long time waiting for the perfect moment to exact your revenge and you weren’t about to let it slip away. You had come prepared, and you would win.

Earlier before you came to check up on Moon, you had strewn about some of the colourful barrels on common walking paths, hoping it would get in his way. Your calculations were in fact correct, and Moon’s were not. He didn’t even consider that there might possibly be a mess because Sun had just cleaned up prior to your visit, so when the barrels presented themselves in his path, he panicked and couldn’t compute a counter maneuver quick enough. Moon tripped on those barrels you had laid out and face planted into the cushiony floor, securing his doom. You were on top of him within seconds, the mere feeling of you just sitting there sending a staticky wave of tingles through his systems.

He technically couldn’t do anything. Any move he made sent jolts of tingles through his sensors, whether it be brushing his arms against the soft floor, the feeling of your clothing brushing against his casing, or even just the pressure of you sitting on him. It was all so amplified thanks to your mild tampering so he was relatively discouraged from moving too much. He also didn’t want to hurt you, since you were light as a feather to him in comparison. He was doubly pinned by non restrictive forces, and that was beyond torturous enough for him. The little smirk you wore was just the cherry on top, and if he could physically break out into a nervous sweat, he would.

“M-moonbeam, don’t you have o-other animatronics to help today?” Moon tried to divert.

“Nope~ You’re my last stop~!” You sang. “I did it on purpose, juuuuust so I could catch you~”

“Listen I don’t think it’s very fair! You turned up my sensors! Let me go freEEEE! S-Starlight stohohop!”

“Less talking, more laughing, Moonpie.” You teased.

No matter how much talking he did, you would not be convinced otherwise. It was time for revenge, and boy was it sweet. With that amplified sensitivity, Moon was a mess within seconds, completely disarmed by the lightest of touches. All you had to do was run your fingers gently along the seams of some parts of his casing to put him in stitches, desperate laughter pouring out of him. He couldn’t even fight back, the sensation far too much to make any calculated movements without hurting you.

“P-plehehease! Moonbeam stohohop!” He begged.

“Mmm, nah~. You didn’t stop when I was the one under attack, so why should I stop for you~?” You hummed, gently clawing your hands up his abdomen.

“I’m sorry I’m sOHOHORRY!”

Moon once again succumbed to laughter when you pinched at his soft casing where you would consider his hips to be. The poor guy was beyond embarrassed and tried to cover his face with his hands and arms, but the moment he raised them you used one hand to reach up and claw at the joint where his arm connected to his shoulder, earning a staticky sputter of joyous laughter. There was some barely comprehensible cussing directed at the team who made the touch sensor technology, wishing they hadn’t made it so good. It was a curse and a blessing to have such advanced technology.

Poor Moon had almost had enough by now. You had started gently dragging the pads of your fingers over his midsection, and you could feel the static from how much he was giggling. He was clearly firing off all signals while under your ticklish assault, and it was the cutest thing you had ever seen. His face was bright blue with blush, letting loose a stream of deep giggles that sounded almost musical to you. This must have been how he felt when he discovered your ticklishness, and admittedly, you felt powerful to have your partner so vulnerable before you. The fact that he hadn’t thrown you into the ball pit was enough to tell you he trusted you, and that warmed your heart.

Eventually though you decided to stop. Despite the knowledge of him having unlimited stamina, you figured he’d had enough. With one more gentle squeeze to his side and a quick little scrape of your nails, you ceased your fire and let him rest. With the relief finally being granted to him, his laughter slowly decreased to mere quiet giggles, lying defeated on the floor with you still atop him.

“I got my revenge~” You hummed, lying atop his chest now.

Moon threw his arms up and around you suddenly and trapped you in a hug. Your own giggles came forth now when he rolled over with you still in his grasp, adoring how he still carefully held you.

“You. Tell. No one.” Moon muttered.

“What? About how ticklish you are? Awww, are you scared you’re gonna get tickled to death by others~?” You teased.

“You forget I know all your best spots, starlight. Don’t tell anyone, and I won’t return fire tenfold.” He warned, his own mischievous grin spreading on his face now.

“Eep! A-alright, you’ve got a deal!” You chuckled.

“Good. Now please return my settings back to normal. Everything I touch is still so… intense.” He mumbled.

“Alright, let’s go.”

With a nod, you and Moon stood up from the ground and carefully made your way back to your laptop. The last program was still open, so once he was all hooked up again you returned his settings back to normal immediately. You made sure he saw your screen when you did it so he could assure you were being honest. He trusted you already, but greatly appreciated the extra effort you put in to show him he was back to normal. You really were the best tech he’d had in years with all this effort you put in for him. The fact that you were partners though is what really made you the best tech. That much was undeniable.

“Sorry about that moon pie. That was a little invasive of me. I won’t do it again, m’kay?” You promised, feeling just a little guilty for tampering with his settings.

“Just… Just ask next time and I won’t really mind…” He replied quietly.

“Oh? Oh???? So are you saying you don’t mind if I tickle you?” You questioned with a growing grin.

“TELL. NO ONE.” Moon reiterated with an intense tone.

He was unable to cover up that flustered little glitch in his tone he did when he was embarrassed though, and you caught it. Giggling once again you unhooked Moon and gave him a sweet and gentle kiss while you were already so close to his face, quelling his building attitude with your affection. He grumbled and accepted your gesture, wrapping you in a hug once again now that the job was done.

“You owe me. Stay for a nap.” He muttered.

“With pleasure~”

#fnaf moon #fnaf moon x reader #moon x reader #fnaf security breach #security breach x reader #gn!reader #fluff #tickling #tickle art #lee!moon #ler!reader #reader insert #moondrop

[shirtlessfelix]

KINKTOBER DAY 4: Phone Sex

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 | EXPLICIT

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | Danny Johnson (Ghostface) x Reader

𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | Forewarning that this is quite crude lol. Danny's a nasty sunuva-bitch, so I wrote him as such. Enjoy! <3

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 861

You're alone tonight since Danny called and said his boss had to keep him in late to finish some articles he'd promised. "Nothin' too crazy, I'll just be a couple hours," he'd said, but a couple hours has turned into seven, and you're wishing he was in bed with you. Not just because you miss his presence that you've gotten used to, but tonight you're feeling especially lonely, and in more ways than one.

How cruel it is for your body to be craving him when he isn't even there, and the visual stimulus you'd typically enjoy just isn't cutting it. The temptations when Danny comes to mind is too great to ignore, so you turn over in the dark and unplug your phone from its charger. Once you've sat up against your pillow, though, you start to second guess yourself.

What if he's driving home? Then you'd look silly. He couldn't still be at work, and if he is, you'd want to sock his boss in the jaw. What's one phone call? you wonder, hurriedly unlocking your phone and calling Danny, slightly out of breath from how nervous you're becoming.

"Babe?" he answers. "What's the matter, you okay?" He's out of breath too.

"Hey, yeah... I just, um—" You let out a chuckle, embarrassed beyond belief now that you've really committed, then bite your lips into a straight line.

"I'll be home soon."

"No, I know. I just... can't stop thinking about you, that's all. I'll let you work."

"No, don't worry about that, I'm done here. Actually, I've been... running around a bit. Thought I'd take a jog, you know how I get after working too long."

You bite your lip. "You know, if you came home, I could help you loosen up." Danny doesn't say anything for a moment, but his voice becomes low and soft.

"Oh, could you, now? Am I missing out on anything?"

"Not yet," you say, biting your finger with a smirk.

"In that case... what're you thinking about?"

"You, didn't I say that?"

"Oh, I must not have heard... what, do you want me to spank you like I did the other night?"

"Danny!"

"Do you wanna spank me instead, then? I wouldn't mind that." His tone makes you laugh, out of embarrassment and the fact that you're really thinking about it now. Just the sound of his voice, deep and sultry and buttery-smooth, is already making you weak in the knees.

As he keeps talking, you stand up and go over to the closet to grab one of the tens of black leather gloves he keeps. Surely he won't mind if one of them gets a little dirty; you just want to feel like it's him about to touch you, teasing up the side of your inner thigh and towards your middle.

"Oh, wouldn't I love to be eating you out right now..." The gloved hand slips into your shorts. "You touching yourself yet, dollface?"

"Mhm," you tell him, his glove cool against your skin before your arousal makes it warm. You don't tell him that yet.

"Thinking about my tongue inside of you?" Words fail you as a moan slips through, and Danny chuckles on the other end. "In that spot you really like it... hot and wet on your skin, you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Mm... mhm..." You're biting your lip hard, legs slightly spread apart as you keep rubbing yourself to his voice, imagining his head in between them as he laps at you like he says he would. "Then what?"

"Then what? Well, I know how much you like it when I finger you." This makes you laugh.

"I do like when you do that."

"Then would you let me fuck you real good?" he asks, and the moan you were holding in comes out when you try to answer him calmly. His chuckle on the other end turns you on even more, and your hand is rubbing that much faster, desperate for the release that his voice is giving you. "I'll take that as a yes."

Your breaths become louder as you moan into the phone, just going at it in the hopes that you'll be able to go to sleep since Danny's still not home. "Still touching yourself?" he asks, and you moan out a yes. "Stop."

"What?" You do and close your legs, panting with your hand still pressed tightly against you. "Why?" Then, you hear the front door open and the jingle of his keys, and he hangs up the call. Your face all flushed, you're embarrassed to see him rushing into the bedroom with a smile on his face and his tongue between his teeth.

"Danny's home," he says to you, and you wrap your arms around him as he jumps at you excitedly. He kisses you before noticing the glove. "No, no, don't take it off... it's sexy." Without much more warning, he pulls down the covers and hurries to get your shorts down.

"Danny—oh, god!" you moan, Danny sinking his face and tongue into you just like he said he would. You're too lustful to notice the blood under his fingernails.

#nsfwsf #sffic #sfkinktober21 #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd kinktober #dbd ghostface #danny johnson #jed olsen #dbd x reader #reader insert #gn reader #dbd smut #reader smut

[missblissy]

Hi!! I want some pain so the Hurt/comfort post, about Alastor x reader with 1, 2, 4, 12??

((Of course Nonny!! Sorry for such a wait!! I've got a lot of these to work on lol. REMEMBER!! REQUEST ARE CLOSED RIGHT NOW, EVERYONE!! IF YOU SEND ONE IN I WILL NOT DO IT! I've had a few other people send some in and I'm sorry to say I have to delete them. I do not have any more room to take any more prompt requests. Thank you everyone for understanding! NOW.... Enjoy the Modern!AU Angst >:D))

1: “We need to stop the bleeding – now!” 2: “I hate to see you hurt like this.” 4: “I want to help you, so please let me.” 12: “You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

Something about today had felt off. Ever since you woke up, it just felt... not right. As if your mind already knew what was going to happen before it actually did. But no one can really know that for sure. That's why it's called a gut feeling. And that feeling told you that today... You might just die.

You've tasted blood before. But for some reason this time it tasted sweet, rather than bitter, and full of iron. There wasn't much for you to focus on other than the lights from the ceiling flickering over your head. You faintly heard a doctor screaming, "We need to stop the bleeding! BP is dropping- Let's go! Now!"

How did you end up here again, violently broken and bleeding out? Oh, that's right... You were driving home after work. It was another late shift during the dead hours of the night. Drunk drivers were often out during these hours of the night. One just so happened to hit you, and now you're here in a hospital.

You just wanted to go home and sleep. You wanted to lay beside your husband and not have to worry about anything. That was not your case, however. And instead, you tried your best to speak. A nurse who was pushing you along the gurney said, "It's alright, we'll help you, you're safe now." But all you wanted to do was ask about your husband. For someone to tell him what was going on. You were sure he was at home, sleeping soundly and without a clue what had happened.

And Alastor wouldn't find out until the next morning. He'd wake up to several missed calls from dozens of people and some he didn't even know. This man didn't even get dressed. He ran out of the house still in his pajamas and floored it to the hospital. Along the way there, Alastor would throw a massive fit. He'd smash his hands on the steering wheel, beating himself up over not getting there sooner.

He'd curse and swear and honestly drive like a maniac. Every red light he got caught at only made him angrier with the world. His tires would spin and shoot smoke the second the light flickered green and off he rushed again.

Luckily, you were out of surgery long before Alastor got to the hospital. A nurse walked him to your room, and he found himself staring at a sight he'd never imagine. You were broken beyond belief. The nurse gave Alastor a sorry look, "Everything's stable, for now," The nurse said, "But...." She shook her head, "It was one of the worse car accidents we've ever seen. We did everything we could-"

"Coma..." Alastor said the single word, "Induced or?" The nurse shook her head.

"Brain damage, though there is still plenty of brain activity," That was good to hear. It meant you weren't brain dead... yet. The nurse gave him a sorry look, then with a nod of her head, she left him there. Alastor slowly walked into your room and closed the door behind him. He even turned all the blinds so no one could see in the little windows from the hallways. Everything felt wrong.

He stood at your bedside. Taking in everything. The tubes, the machines, the wires. Almost immediately he felt his eyes burn with the threat of tears. And when he placed a hand on your cheek he couldn't stop the waves of them rushing down his face.

The sheer pain of the situation made Alastor sob like a child for the first time in his adult life. He sat down beside you and grabbed your hand, "Dammit..." He squeezed tightly, "Dammit!" He let out a little shout and brought your hand to his cheek, "I hate this-" He let out a small cry, "I hate to see you like this, my poor dear-"

He couldn't stop the waves of tears sobbing from his eyes. He'd never let himself cry like this before, but he felt like if he didn't cry, he wouldn't have the chance to later. With anger, he ran a hand over his face, aggressively wiping his tears. He threw his glasses off his face and they clinked to the floor. Alastor's fingers ringed into his hair as he let out another sob and pushed his bangs out of his face. He had completely lost all of his composure. Every part of him was breaking down.

Alastor sat down in the chair by your bedside and buried his head in one of his hands. With his other hand, he still held firm to yours. His fingers dug into your skin as let out another sob, "Please-" He hiccuped, "Please...!" He looked up at your unconscious face with watery dark eyes, "Please be okay," He whispered the words out quickly as he brought your hand to his lips, "Please let me help you-" He spoke the words against your skin, "I want to help you- Please let me... Just!" He paused for another quick sob, "Please just give me a sign your still in there..."

He was never a man to pray to any kind of god. He didn't believe there was one, to begin with. But Alastor found himself praying, hoping that anything would happen. He couldn't lose you, and certainly not like this. You never sign any DNR papers or made it clear to your doctors that you didn't want to be resuscitated. But you did tell Alastor if there ever came a day that you needed machines to keep you alive, you had asked him to pull the plug.

With the weight of what was once just a silly conversation that had now come true, Alastor found himself drowning in misery. He rested his head on the back of your hand as sat in his chair. He looked at his glasses on the ground as tears splattered around them, "I don't want to kill you," He whispered with a cry, "I don't want to unplug you if there is a chance you'll come out of this."

The stone-cold silence lasted only a second between the beats of your heart monitor. A beep, then silence. Another beep, then silence again. Alastor found himself swelling with rage and anger, but mostly sadness. He shook his head slowly as he stared at the ground. This can't be happening... He thought This has to be a dream... This-

Something sounded off. The beeps were getting... faster? Alastor looked up and stared at the monitors. He didn't understand any of them, there were so many, but something was happening. He watched numbers flicker and change when suddenly he felt a tug at his hand.

You didn't make a sound or hardly move but you're squeezed his hand. Alastor had never been so hopeful for something so small. He shot out of his chair with enough force to tip it over behind him.

"Darling!?" Alastor firmly gripped your hand and leaned over you. He let his free hand brush your hair out of your face as he asked, "Darling, please, for the love of god- Can you hear me?"

He waited, and waited some more. Suddenly her felt your hand squeeze him again while he searched your face for any signs, "oh my god-" He whispered to himself as he watched your face twitch with pain before your eyes flickered open. With lightning speed Alastor ran to the door of your room and swung it open, "Someone get a nurse!" He shouted into the hallway, "Please!" He ignored most of the odd stares he was getting.

It wasn't a second later that a small team of nurses rushed in to check on you. You had certainly woken up and the tubes down your throat were not comfortable at all. The intubation tubes were removed, along with the feeding tubes, while others updated your stats. Alastor waited nervously in the corner of the room as he watched a team of people work over you. He felt so helpless that he couldn't watch for long. He'd leave the room and wait in the hallway, trying his best to ignore the painful coughs and groans as tubes were pulled out of your throat.

When the nurses left, Alastor quickly went back into the room and to your side. You had only just started breathing on your own again. It was much harder to breathe than ever before, but you still managed. You were still groggy, swore, and very much in pain. Despite this, you still let the smallest and weakest smile crawl along your lips, "Hey..." Was the first thing you said to your husband.

You watched as Alastor's eyes flickered all over your form. From the casts, the pins, the cuts, and bruises. He searched your face for serval minutes than began a weak laugh that sounded similar to a cry, "H-hey..." He said with a long sigh, he even tried to wear a smile that just didn't sit right on his face.

"Al..." You raised a weak and tired hand to his face. He immediately pressed his cheek into the palm of your hand and shook his head, "I'm sorry," You said. But you had nothing to be sorry for, you didn't cause this or intend for it to happen.

He couldn't say anything, Alastor was too caught up with his feelings. You watched him break down all over again as if he was still living with the fear that you might die, "Hey- hey," You raised your hand slightly and made him look at you, "I'm alright," It was hard to see him so broken down like this, "I'm okay, I'm here." You reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere."

Alastor shook his head quickly as if he didn't want to bother you with his feelings. He sucked in a quick gasp for air then sobbed out, "I'm not strong enough to deal with something like this- Ever-.... I can't lose you." He said quickly.

You couldn't really scoot over but thankfully the bed was rather large. You gave Alastor's arm a tug and he quickly climb in and curled up beside you. He was careful to stay clear of any broken bones as he made himself comfortable.

You stared at the ceiling while Alastor shut his eyes and buried himself into the crook of your neck, you used your free hand to comb his hair despite the pain it caused you to move, "That's alright," You finally told him, "No one is strong enough to deal with something like this. You're normally so tough and good at hiding your emotions. But you don't have to do that. I'm alive, I lived, I can be tough enough for the both of us, even if it's just for today."

Alastor curled himself as close as he could beside you. He wanted nothing more than to hide and forget about this day, he knew how impossible that was but he still wanted it. You could feel his tears running from his face and onto your skin. He couldn't stop crying when normally he never cried. He didn't even cry at his mother's funeral. Even though you were the one in the car accident, somehow you felt that Alastor was in the most pain.

"Please don't ever leave me," His voice was raspy and broken as he spoke against the skin of your neck.

With a sad and sorry look on your face, you did your best to pull him closer and wrap your arm around him. You pressed your forehead against his and you felt a set of tears drop from your eyes. You did your best to smile as you spoke, "I won't," You promised, "I'll never leave you, I'll always be here."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hotel #alastor x reader #alastor x you #alastor / reader #alastor / you #reader insert #x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #human!alastor #human!reader #modern!au #angst #angsty #not fluffy #not cute

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ lee sangyeon as your boyfriend

↳ a/n: hello darlings! are you excited? i am! because we’re back with another headcanon. this time we’re doing our beloved leader. this is for the anon who requested this. i hope you enjoy it! please, if your under the age of 18 do not interact with this post.

↳ genre: fluff, smut, angst

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 913

↳ lee sangyeon x fem reader

↳ General

power couple 

as the leader he needs to set a good example for the rest of the members

so expect to be spoiled beyond belief

he’s buying you anything you want because he loves you

his love language is definitely gift giving

sometimes your so overwhelmed when you tell him to stop buying you things he just tells you that he’s only doing it because he loves you so much and appreciates you

“i just want to show how grateful i am for you baby”

he’s the boyfriend you go to whenever you have a problem about something because he gives the best advice

you have the relationship that everyone looks up to because you have years of experience together

you love it when you play games because 99% of the time you win

even though he’s horrible at them he does it because he loves to see you smile

his favorite type of dates is actually when you hang out with the other members together

it makes him extremely happy when he sees you getting along with everyone

but you also have one on one dates where you do something chill yet romantic like strolling by han river, holding hands, talking about your future

he loves it when you kiss his collarbone and work your way around to his neck 

he enjoys the simple things like when he’s working on music and your in the same room as him just listening, or doing something on your own

all that matters to him is that your together

he loves it when you give him packed lunches before he has to leave for the day

your relationship is very fulfilling full of joy and happiness

↳ Fights

since he’s the leader he has a lot on his plate, taking care of the members, making music, it all becomes very stressful for him

so sometimes he tends to lash out on you with his words and tone even though he doesn’t mean to

because of this is it makes you feel very insignificant 

“well.. if you really feel that way i’ll just leave” you sobbed walking out the door 

he’s beyond hurt and frustrated when he realizes his mistake and is sitting in an empty dorm without your presence 

next thing you know he’s running out the door chasing after you 

once he’s caught up with you is when he’ll apologize profusely 

“i’m so sorry love, i shouldn’t have talked to you that way.. you don’t deserve it. can you find it in your heart to forgive me?” he pleaded 

↳ Making Up

if he was working on something he’ll drop everything and do whatever you want to do 

giving you his entire attention, turning off his phone so that he doesn’t get any text messages from the members or staff

he’s putting his hands on your hips and bringing you close so that he could give you long electrifying kisses, even slipping in his tongue 

soon enough, your cuddling in bed together, just the two of you

where your both unplugged from the outside world not having any distractions 

eventually leading up to makeup sex

↳ Sex

dom™

he has thighs for days so expect a lot thigh riding

he loves it when your partially clothed during sex because his favorite part is ripping it off you

also loves when he sees you playing with yourself in front of him as he’s stroking his hard cock getting ready

one of his favorite positions is when your up against the wall with your legs around his waist and he’s fucking you senseless

he’s giving you lots of neck kisses in this position thrusting deep and slow into you making sure your feel every inch of his cock

expect to be fucked everywhere in the dorms, to him it’s like he’s marking his territory 

his favorite being in the kitchen where your bent over the counter and he’s eating your pussy taking his sweet time

he’s in love with your mouth so expect a lot of cock sucking

especially loves when your deep throating him 

“let me see those beautiful eyes while your sucking my cock” he groaned grabbing a fistful of your hair to bring your head up

lots of praise with slight dirty talk

“you’re such a good fucking girl taking my cock, now give me a kiss.”

SIZE KINK

he loves how much bigger and taller he is compared to you 

even though he’s a dom he’s still very gentle with you

but give him the word and then he’s a hard dom to the max

he doesn’t like teasing so if you do it expect to get your pussy drilled and your ass slapped

definitely giving you overstimulation at this point 

he loves to cum in your mouth & face

“make sure you drink all of my cum.. good girl” he whispered 

he’s definitely kissing you after he cums in your mouth 

when it’s over he’s wiping the sweat off your forehead giving it a kiss 

↳ Aftercare

surprisingly enough he’s not tired but you definitely are, he’s cleaning you up making sure you have everything you need 

giving you one final kiss tucking you in bed

before he get’s back to work in his studio 

he eventually comes back late in the night when your already sleeping pulling you close cuddling with you 

your half awake saying i love you’s to each other before going to sleep peacefully 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

#the boyz reactions #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #the boyz x reader #tbz x reader #lee sangyeon x reader #sangyeon x reader #tbz fluff #tbz angst #tbz smut #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #[mine 🌸]

[0nlythrowharrybeaux]

Oooo 4 please!

Here it is! A little annoying husbandrry fluff:)

As much as Y/N loves Harry, he can be a handful. Especially when she is nearing her period, her mood is very irregular and lots of stupid little things that happen and some things he does irk her to no end. Like the fact that he had apparently unplugged her phone to charge his AirPods and her phone is still at 7%. And now, that she's trying to get ready for the day and she's realized that he's used up the last of her sunscreen. It's something so small yet it has taken her from peeved to completely irritated. She steps out of the bathroom and slips on her wedding ring before heading to the kitchen, where Harry is whistling a tune as he scrolls through his phone.

"Good morning, sweetheart."

"Morning." she mumbles and he immediately glances up as she walks straight to the fridge without giving him a hug or a kiss. He decides to let it go and resume scrolling through his phone until he hears it, "Harry, where's my yogurt?" she asks.

Now, Y/N has only ever called him Harry on three separate occasions. The first was on one of their first dates where he wanted to help her get over her fear of heights and they got stuck on the very top of the ferris wheel. The second time was when he'd secretly paid her rent, car note, and bills when she'd been laid off. And the third time was on their wedding day when he'd tried dipping her in a kiss while they took pictures (after she'd asked him not to) and he ended up stepping on her veil and tearing it. The underlying emotion in all of these events were anger. And now he can add eating her yogurt to the list, though he doesn't think it warrants that reaction.

"I ate before I went to the gym, sorry love." he responded and she sighed loudly.

"What am I supposed to eat now?" she mumbled quietly to herself and he answered despite his better judgement.

"Literally there's tons of options in the fridge, love." he said as he continued scrolling and then he heard the fridge door shut loudly and glanced up. She looked pissed beyond belief and he couldn't help but smile, "S'not that serious, love. I'll go get you more right now f'you want it that bad."

"For real?"

"If that'll make you feel better, then yes, of course."

"It would." she said and he got up from his seat.

"Alright, I'll be back." he said and pressed a kiss to her forehead, "Love you."

"I guess I love you too..." she mumbled and he smiled as he walked into the garage.

******

It had been half an hour and Y/N was getting pissed. She went to check her phone to see his location and he was no longer at the grocery store. In fact, he was halfway across town and there was traffic. She groaned and dropped herself on the bed as she called him. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hey, love."

"Why are you halfway across town?" she asked and he chuckled.

"I had an errand to run."

"The yogurts probably all gross by now..." she groaned.

"Don't worry about that, love. I haven't even picked it up yet. I'm going to do that now."

"Harry...." she groaned. There it was again, he sighed.

"You're completely overreacting." he said, "I'll be there in a while." he finished and he hung up before she even got another word in.

"Dick." she groaned as her eyes teared up. God, she was a fucking wreck, crying over fucking yogurt. Next thing she knew her face was being caressed and her eyes fluttered open.

"Why were you crying?" Harry frowned.

"First you unplugged my phone, then you finished my sunscreen. But most importantly, you ate my yogurt." she mumbled, feeling so stupid but it was the truth.

"Your patience has been thin today." He chuckled.

"Don't make fun, I'm on my period and hormonal as fuck."

"Well in that case, you're gonna love what I've got downstairs for you." he said with a smile.

"It better be yogurt." she said and his eyebrows shot up.

"Shit, I forgot the yogurt..." he teased and her eyes narrowed.

"That better be a joke." she warned and he chuckled.

"It is. Alright, c'mon on then." he said helping her up and guiding her downstairs. She smiled when she saw a grocery bag and ulta bag on the counter. She peeked into the orange bag and saw some face masks and the little box of her sunscreen. "I know, I finished it, baby. They were sold out at the ulta nearby so I had to go to the one in Thousand Oaks." he said and she turned around and smiled at him.

"Thank you."

"So now you're being all sweet? Gonna stop calling me Harry now?" he asked and she narrowed her eyes.

"Nope, not yet." she said when she glanced into the grocery bag and it did not contain what she was looking for and he scoffed through a laugh.

"Baby, c'mon now. A little patience please."

"Don't test me. Patience is not a quality I'm known for." she warned as he chuckled, "Where's the yogurt?" she asked and he cocked his head to the side with a grin.

"Mmmm, I'll need a kiss to tell you that..." he said and she tiptoed and pecked his lips quickly, but he pulled her closer and kissed her again, more deeply this time, "I love you."

"I love you too. But where's my yogurt?" she mumbled against his mouth and he chuckled.

"It's in the fridge." he said and she smiled before kissing his lips once more.

"Thank you, Harry." she teased as she opened up the fridge.

"Babe!" He whined and she just laughed as she grabbed her yogurt.

"Thank you, my wonderful, lovely, handsome, annoying husband." she teased as she neared him and pressed another kiss to his lips and he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, go eat your damn yogurt."

#writing #requests #blurb #harry styles flulff

[jarofstyles]

SK8ER BOI - Kickflip

A/N: Here is the first installment our take on bad boy harry! It gets into things pretty quick but there is lots of content to come. Skater boy Harry is essentially what you wish every boy with a nicotine addiction was like featuring Timothée Chalamet as the uninterested boyfriend 🤭 We had a lot of fun writing this story so we hope you enjoy! - n+d

send feedback and requests here

If you like this, check out our Patreon!

masterlist

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

warnings: smut, cheating

word count: 8.5k

Y/N was just an average girl. 

Though some could say she tread on the nerdier side of things, she was neither here nor there as far as social groups at school. No one really bullied her, she sort of just kept to herself and did her work and that was all she needed to get by. Her parents were middle class, working average jobs, and Y/N would likely follow suit. She really wasn’t sure what she wanted to do just yet. Everything was fine in her life, except for the fact that her boyfriend of three years refused to touch her. It was a shame really. She had grown a really strong attachment to him and they used to hang out all the time, but as they got older it seemed like he wanted less and less to do with her. His status as student body president definitely helped her out and well... Everyone had a crush on Timothée. She really wanted to explore with him, wanted to pleasure him and vice versa, bond in a way so many others described. But she just boiled it down to her not being sexy enough for him. She saw the browser history on his computer when he left it out in his bed while showering. He didn’t even try to hide it. Y/N, couldn’t say she didn’t have fantasies about one particular bad boy. Harry. 

Harry was in fact, that skater boy. That one guy that rode his board out of school— until he had gotten his car. He still rode it around the school campus, not at all hiding it. Even at the age of 17, he had gotten tattoos. His parents were wicked cool. They didn’t mind him doing whatever as long as he did well in school, and attended functions like family parties and whatever. They were close, anyways. His father was a well known quantum physicist and his mum, a romance novel author. His group of friends called his home their main hang out area. He had a good head on his shoulder despite what his look may say. He knew people would definitely be judging him and truth be told, he didn’t much care. He was more into what he was working towards versus what high school champs had to say. 

Harry was intrigued when Mr. Beck partnered him with Y/N for a science project, though. She was a very good girl. Known for good grades and dating that class president dude, Timothée. He was pretty sure the dude was 100% gay or at least bi based on the subtle flirting he had initiated with Harry until a few years back when he decided to date Y/N. In his opinion, it was a waste because whenever he saw them, there was no passion. Y/N was hot as fuck— you’d have to be blind to not see it. But he didn’t know what went on behind the scenes. He wasn’t close with her but she seemed chill enough, so he didn’t mind when she was partnered with him. 

“Hey. Come in.” He said politely as he answered the door for Y/N, holding it open and taking her bag. He could hear the little jingle of bells on collars and realized he hadn’t warned her. “Uh— we have a bunch of cats. Is that cool? Or do we need to leave? Sorry, I didn’t think to ask if you were allergic or something.”

“Hi.” Y/N squeaked out, taking a step inside and thanking him for taking her bag. His house was massive! You’d never be able to tell he had a house like this just by looking at him, but the address clearly stated it was his so she didn’t bother leaving and looking for another. The first thing she noticed besides the beautiful interior of the house was the sound of little bells. Y/N turned her head to see about four cats coming towards her and her heart melted. “Oh my goodness! I didn’t know you had kitties!” She quickly dropped down to her knees to greet them, “hi little angels!” She cooed, sticking her hand out for each of them to have a sniff and see if they liked her or not before she went to pet them. She looked up at Harry with a bright smile, “Sorry, my parents never let me have pets after my bunny died in 4th grade because they didn’t want me to go through that emotional trauma again.” She knew it was a bit of an overshare, but that’s just the kind of person she was. Harry looked extremely attractive from this angle, ideas swirling around in her mind about all the things she could do with him. Y/N stood up again, fixing her little overalls before pulling off her shoes and leaving them by the door. She didn’t want to get a nice house like this all messy. She walked up to Harry again, expecting him to lead her towards his room or wherever they wanted to work.

Harry was impressed. All the cats seemed to like her, including Grumpy. He was named that for a reason. His smush face and grumpy look were warnings for how he really didn’t like anyone but Harry and his parents. But he was rubbing against Y/N’s hand and then her leg with a purr. 

“Oh. I’m sorry about your rabbit. It always sucks when they die.” Harry said softly. He wasn’t sure why she told him, but it did make him sad to hear it. He lost a cat a few months back and it did hurt. There was definite emotional trauma in it. “They like you. That’s cool. They’ll probably follow us up. Are you cool with going to my room? That’s where my computer is.” He hadn’t brought it down but his room was his preferred study space. He also didn’t want her to think he was some creep so gave her the option, which she nodded to. “It’s at the top, the attic space so prepare for some steps.” He said sheepishly, picking up her bag again so he could carry it up. “Oof. Are there bricks in ‘ere?” He was teasing.

“I don’t mind.” Y/N felt good about the fact that his cats liked her, she was rather fond of them already so she didn’t mind them coming upstairs with them. She felt herself get all nervous because well... she would be going to Harry’s room. He probably had no idea about the filthy thoughts she had about him, even just watching him walk up the stairs was hot. “No! Just my laptop and notebook... maybe a pencil case... and a water bottle.” Y/N defended, feeling her face get all blushy because she did realize there was quite a lot of stuff in her bag. However, walking up the stairs wasn’t all too difficult. They were perfectly spaced out which was nice, all of the decor in the house was beautiful but still very cozy. The house was definitely lived in. 

His room though? Goodness. 

“Wow...” Y/N mumbled as she stepped up inside. It was amazing. The walls were white but he had a theme of wood and navy, some vintage looking items here and there. Overall she noticed his little reading nook and what seemed to be an astronomy section with bean bags and a telescope. He even had a mini fridge in there and a cupboard... even a microwave! It was a whole little man cave. 

“Yeah, s’nice. It’s my own little place.” He smiled at her reaction, putting her bag down on his bed as he grabbed his laptop and unplugged it from the charger. “Want a water?” He didn’t listen for an answer, rather grabbed her one and handed it to her. His mum had raised him to always give company a drink. “We can work on my bed. The cats will probably come in here and pretend they aren’t looking for attention when they are.” He smirked, going over to his bed and sitting against the headboard like area. She looked shy so he tilted his head, patting the blanket. “C’mon then. Don’t be shy. This isn’t your first time in a boys room, is it?” He couldn’t imagine that Timothée was dating a hot bitch like Y/N and not be tapping it. If she didn’t have a boyfriend he would be trying to get her to know better because she really was gorgeous. But they’d been dating too long and Y/N probably wouldn’t go for that.

Y/N knew that her blush gave away her answer as she went to sit on his bed, not quite next to him though. She was a bit too nervous for that. In her mind she was already sitting on Harry’s lap with his hands gripping at her ass, his perfectly plump lips slotted between her own. Y/N shook her own thoughts out of her head but felt like she needed to answer his question. 

“Maybe it is...” She mumbled, pulling her laptop out of her bag and turning it on. It suddenly got very hot in his room and not just because they were in the attic. Y/N was burning up, his eyes were very obviously on her and she knew he’d ask and she’d definitely confess to him. She’d do anything Harry wanted her to do really, fuck. She just wanted to be touched. Seeing the look of shock and confusion prompted her to explain further despite how anxiety provoking it might have been. “Timmy and I don’t—” Y/N started, looking away feeling all embarrassed. “He won’t...” She couldn’t even say it, she was just that shy and embarrassed.

Oh. Wow. He didn’t.... he didn’t fuck her? Harry thought.

“You’re kidding?” He raised a brow. He understood what she meant. It went from zero to a hundred real quickly but he couldn’t say he was angry about it. He just didn’t understand why. 

Y/N’s face grew incredibly hot, looking up at Harry with a serious but semi spooked expression when he asked if she was kidding. She absolutely wasn’t kidding. If she was kidding she wouldn’t be so damn horny and ravenous. She felt like she could burst all the time, touch starved beyond belief. Sure, he’d kiss her, but never anything too passionate. It would always make him uncomfortable the second they got too hot. 

“How come you’re tellin’ me this? I mean... it’s fine you do, I won’t say shit but, we barely know each other.” He questioned, putting an arm behind his head as he looked expectantly at her for an answer. She was hot. Sexy as fuck, had that innocent good girl appeal and he loved that shit, personally. Timmy. God, the least sexy name to moan in bed. Really. He could only think about the fairy godparents cartoon. Ick. He was surprised though. “You’ve been dating for years, haven’t you?” It definitely wasn’t a Y/N problem. She was blurting things out so if she wanted to, she would have told him.

Y/N’s mouth went dry because well, she had an answer for him, she just wasn’t sure how he’d react. “cause... I know you enough to know you make me really nervous, especially right now.” Y/N was really bad at being sexy, her delivery and flirting was horrible but she hoped he picked up what she was putting down. “Yeah... we’ve been together for three years.” Y/N explained, letting out a deep breath. “It wasn’t so bad at first, but I just—” She was horny. She was so fucking horny it was ridiculous. She’d probably moan if they held hands at this point. “I’ve tried, but he’s not into it I guess.”

Harry could tell she was horny. He could feel it. He just knew. Looking at her, she was a bit antsy. Not able to sit still but most importantly, squeezing her thighs together. No way. She was horny and maybe partly because of him? 

“Not into it? That’s some bullshit.” Harry scoffed. “Not to be weird, but you’re hot as fuck. If he’s not into it he might be gay or is just blind.” He didn’t want to offend her but he had a feeling it was the first. Either way, there had to be a reason for him not wanting to eat the girl alive. Harry had definitely noticed Y/N before. She was cute, kind, had his favorite type of body, and had pretty, full lips. Also, a very cute laugh. She was innocent and he liked that type of vibe. Maybe it was a bit fucked to be aroused by that but hey, he was a teenage boy as well. “Don’t have to be nervous, babe. I don’t bite. Unless asked.” He gave her another smirk. Her blush was cute and her flush reminded him again at how easy it was to work her up. They’d begun working but Harry still had a question of two, and he could feel her hormones— he swore he could. The poor thing. 

Well. There it goes. 

The guy Y/N had been having sexual fantasies about for years calling her hot? Of course she wouldn’t be able to calm down now. Her face hadn’t cooled off, he didn’t really give her a chance to either. She just pulled her hair up into a bun but it didn’t help. Poor girl, you could see it on her neck too. She was just nervous and embarrassed and horny. So so horny. Timmy being gay though? It could be a solid explanation for why he didn’t want to touch her. It’s not like he looked at other girls, he always called her pretty and complimented her looks. Was always okay with cuddling and other platonic stuff.. maybe the kissing was just him trying to make it seem believable. Harry was always around though, sometimes she’d just imagine it was his hair she was carding through, that it was his jaw she was cupping instead of Timmy’s. She loved Timmy, she did, but she wasn’t sexually attracted to him. She tried to be, wanted to be, if he reciprocated maybe she would be? But even having Harry next to her was turning her on. Even hearing him say he didn’t bite unless asked? She could have died, swore she let out a whimper when she shifted. 

“Has he touched you at all?” Harry questioned.

“No, just kissed but like.. nothing crazy.”

“Seriously? He’s holdin’  out on you like that? That’s not fair.” Harry muttered. Fucking crazy. The fact that the guy got one of the hottest girls in school and refused to do anything with her when it was blatantly obvious that she needed a good dicking, more than anything? Negligent, at best. “You said you tried and he’s not into it... what did you try? Was it something weird or just asking?” He was trying to figure this out. “You don’t have to tell me and it’s none of my business but, m’just curious.” He was curious if she was hinting towards Harry taking care of it. Which he would happily do. The poor thing looked like she needed an orgasm more than anything else. He wouldn’t be opposed to a good make out session and finger fuck.

Y/N was surprised by how genuinely shocked he was that nothing was happening between her and Timmy. It made those butterflies spring up in her stomach and go haywire, his tone was suggesting he was curious which was good of course. If he thought she was attractive then... surely she wasn’t the problem. 

“I um...” Y/N was so nervous talking about this stuff, it really wasn’t like her at all. Hearing her say these things out loud made her physically cringe but he did ask. He couldn’t read her mind, could he? “Anytime I’d try to like... grind on him when we kiss and stuff, he’d just stop it.” She explained, feeling her cheeks get all boiling hot again. She regretted wearing a sweater. “I haven’t brought it up to him or anything cause I don’t want him to feel bad.” Y/N was still a sweetheart, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings or make him feel inadequate. She’d been with him for three years, that was quite the long time.

“Jesus. That is either some good control or he can’t get hard. If he can’t, he's definitely not straight, babe.” Harry could be positive about that. Any straight man would be like an eager puppy to get between her legs. Harry included, if that was offered up. “M’sorry. That sucks. So you’ve been sexually frustrated for 3 years then?” He shook his head. “Not to be a dick, but how come you haven’t broken up with him yet? He isn’t meeting your needs. Any good man takes care of their girl. It’s just... how it should be.” Harry couldn’t believe this. “Trust me, you’re hot as fuck. Again, sorry if this is crude but— you’ve got the perfect thighs and probably a gorgeous pussy. Can’t imagine a man not wanting to get his mouth or hands on it. Or your tits. M’sure you’re told that often.” Maybe his vulgar speech would deter her but he had a feeling she would love it.

If someone told Y/N she’d be sitting on a bed with her crush while he told her that she had great thighs, tits, and assumed she had a gorgeous pussy, she would have laughed in their face. Harry looked completely serious too, his own eyes had grown dark and Y/N just felt stuck in shock. 

“Yeah..” She squeaked, swallowing thickly as she tried to focus back on the project but she was just staring at the screen. “He’s my best friend.. I care about him and he’s been there for me through a lot I— I couldn’t just do that.” She didn’t have the heart to break up with him. She needed a proper reason, just so she could feel guilt free. Y/N couldn’t just ask him to help her out could she? He had expressed to her how he felt like any good man took care of their girl's needs and well... she wasn’t his girl but oh did she want to be. As far as Y/N knew, he had slept around quite a lot. He thought she was attractive but he probably thought many girls were attractive. Maybe he’d just fuck anything? 

But she’d been thinking about him for so long.

Harry knew that she was avoiding looking at him because she was aroused by his words. She liked what he had to say and how he said it. It was obvious by her reaction. Which did make him smile a bit. She was flushed and biting her lower lip and he wanted to see just how flustered he could get her. 

“I get that. But how great is he if he’s not taking care of a need you obviously are being deprived of.” Harry muttered. Little French shit. He could fight him for that alone. “Are you horny, Y/N?” He asked. His body shifted so he was properly facing her, closer than before.

She really thought she’d be able to hold it together, but when he asked her flat out if she was horny she knew she couldn’t lie anymore. Y/N has fully shown up to do work and now it was looking like she was going to get an orgasm too? That seemed fake, there’s no way. But he had shifted a bit closer to her, completely forgetting about his laptop. Her eyes snapped to look up at him, swallowing thickly before looking back at her laptop. 

“Maybe.” She offered up shyly. She kept glancing up at him and looking away. She was just that nervous. Y/N couldn’t even pretend she felt bad for liking it either. It wasn’t like she hadn’t given Timmy an option, she was positive he probably would be upset... maybe he would be, but— she couldn’t pass this up, she’d been thinking about it for so long.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” Harry couldn’t pass this opportunity up either. Especially because it was a dream. Y/N was exactly his type and he liked her energy. She wasn’t being treated properly by her boyfriend and that wasn’t okay in his book. He knew she would say yes but the whimper made his stomach clench. She was desperate for it. The look on her eyes showed it. His hand came up to feel her face, immediately feeling her cheek lean into his touch. 

“Poor girl. Have been left to fend for yourself for a while. S’not fair to you. Not at all.” He sighed, truly in awe of how any man could let a wet cunt and a woman eager to use it up. “What would you like me to do?” He wanted to coax something out of her. “How worked up are you?”

Y/N’s heart dropped so far it probably fell out of her ass. Hearing him offer to take care of her sent her into a fit of emotions. Her eyes got all floaty, her cunt creating a second heartbeat, her body was naturally leaning towards his and she could have sworn she was dreaming at this point because it was all too good. Of course she agreed, closing her laptop and casting it aside so she could focus on the task at hand. She was far too focused on how good it felt to have his hand on her cheek that she hadn’t registered that he was asking her about what she wanted him to do. Y/N felt her face warm up all over again because she didn’t want to say it outright. It would sound so dirty, she felt like she couldn’t say. She scanned his eyes, waiting for him to say something but he wasn’t letting up. 

“I—I’m really sticky..” She whispered, already feeling shy and embarrassed about all of this. Y/N knew she wasn’t exactly sexy or anything.

Harry knew that she may be embarrassed of how she said things but to him, it was hot. The fact no one else had touched her before and she was going to let him... it was sexy as fuck. Especially because she has a boyfriend who wasn’t up to par with what she wanted.

“S’okay, love. That’s good. Very normal.” He felt himself harden a bit at the visual. “C’mere. Come on my lap.” He motioned for her to straddle him, which she did eagerly. Fuck, this was going to be fun. He was going to teach her some shit. “Why don’t you show me how you like to kiss, sweetheart? Let me see how you want things. Don’t be embarrassed about it either. I promise I’ll find it hot.” He pulled her face down to his and felt his body warm up, her eyes blow and obviously her face warm and eager to get herself touched. “Just kissing for a bit. Then I’ll touch.”’

She wasn’t sure how she was meant to keep her breathing steady when he had so casually just asked her to straddle his lap. Y/N didn’t really think before she moved, surprising even herself with how easily and comfortably she moved into his lap. She felt like everything had gone into slow motion, nodding when he asked her to show him how she liked to kiss. That she could do. 

Y/N was positive he could feel her clench, cunt throbbing at the idea of finally getting to kiss him. She’d been waiting for so long, she felt like she wouldn’t be able to stop once she started. With her face mere centimeters away from his face, she paused for a moment before letting her eyes flutter shut as she leaned in. 

Fuck. 

The pathetic sounding whimpered she released at the feeling had her blushing even harder. Y/N hadn’t made many sounds or answered many of his questions, but that was mostly because she was used to being quiet. This kiss however? God was it perfect. Y/N felt hungry, kissing him with such a desperate need. There was still passion behind it, but she just really wanted him.

Harry could tell this girl was hungry for it. Literally starved for orgasms and he couldn’t help but think about what a damn shame it was that no one had been giving it to her. When her mouth tasted this good and she was so eager and hot in her kisses, he would give her whatever the fuck she wanted. He kissed deep right back, hand wrapping around her hip and pulling her down on to him. She was pleased at that, Harry showing her it was okay to grind. Which, to be honest, may have been a mistake considering how good she was at it. He groaned into her mouth as she rocked and worked her hips, her lips open as she whimpered. 

“S’it good? Think you’re rubbin’ your clit right against my cock like that.” He murmured into her mouth, wanting to talk dirty and see what she would do. What she would respond with.

She couldn’t have imagined it being this good, him kissing her back as if he too had wanted her for all this time. It didn’t feel like this when she kissed Timmy, as awful as it was to say, she was starting to think that maybe Harry was right about him. She was quickly snapped out of those thoughts when his hand pushed her hips down against him. 

“Mmmm” A long whine fell into his mouth, her hips moving at a pretty eager pace. Y/N really wanted to cum. She wanted it so bad she genuinely thought she’d lose it. Of course, she’s made herself cum before, but it felt so different when someone else was involved. Especially that someone being Harry. Y/N felt her cunt throb at the dirty talk. Another pathetic sounding moan fell from her lips and her eyes nearly rolled back in pleasure. “Feels so good.” She whimpered against his lips, desperate for him to touch her. Y/N wasn’t sure what he would do, but having his hands on her? In any way? She would surely lose her mind. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands, sticking to his shoulder cause it just seemed right to steady herself. Y/N needs something more.

“Good. You can touch me.” Harry gave her the go ahead. “Wherever you want.” She obviously didn’t know how to do it and he wasn’t going to shame her or want to make her feel uncomfortable. Rather, he slid a hand up her skirt, gently lifting it up and getting his hands into her panties. It was arousing to say the least. His hands held her ass, grabbing at it and helping her move her hips. Holding the bare skin, he squeezed and licked into her mouth, feeling her work her cunt harder and hump a little faster against him. Obviously it felt good to her. “Such a perfect ass, baby.” He whispered, giving her a sweet pet name. “So eager for me. So sweet.” He chuckled, moving to kiss at her neck. She was going to lose it and he liked that he was the one doing it.

Funny how things unfolded exactly how Y/N pictured it in her mind. The second she sat down on the bed she was thinking about straddling him and having his hands on her ass and now that’s exactly what they were doing. It felt so fucking good too. Y/N was trying to hold back her whimpers, but Harry didn’t let up. He just kept licking into her mouth, rubbing and squeezing at her ass as if she wasn’t completely losing it in his lap. Her hands hand hesitantly traveled up to his hair, the way she’d do it to Timmy except... he seemed to respond in a much more appropriate way. Harry seemed to like it, liked it a lot based on the hard squeeze he gave her ass. Y/N let out shaky moans when his lips attached to her neck, she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Please— I need more.” She pleaded, “feels good, but I need more.. please.” Y/N was begging him to touch her. She wouldn’t tell him explicitly, but if he wanted to lay her down and work his fingers against her she’d like that or even if he wanted to put his mouth to work. Anything, she just needed to cum.

“There we go. Love to hear you ask me.” Harry had been waiting for that begging, and he had gotten it. There was a quick switchover, Harry laying her down and gently moving so he was between her thighs. He would start simple. His finger ran over the soaked through cotton of her pink panties, groaning at the sight. “They’re completely soaked.” He hissed, gently pulling them to the side. He couldn’t stop the deep breath that came when he saw her arousal stringing to the panties when he moved it over. “Fuck me. S’sticky all over your panties. I love that.” He has that effect on her, didn’t he? That was the best part. He had done that. He was going to make her feel the best she ever had. Fingers spread her open, a hum of appreciation coming from his mouth. “Just like I knew it. You’ve got the prettiest pussy... so wet... look how swollen your clit is.” He murmured, thumbing over it. It was visible and his mouth was watering. That pressure on her clit alone had the girl jilting under his touch, making him feel satisfied. His thumb rubbed harder in the sensitive part, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure. “So pretty. Fuck. Can’t believe he’s never touched it. Left it for me to play with.”

Thank goodness she was laying down because Y/N was sure she wouldn’t have been able to keep herself up. He had simply lifted her skirt and revealed her panties, he didn’t even think twice. It seemed everything he did just turned her on. She liked that he just took what he wanted but also made sure she was feeling good. Y/N didn’t realize just how wet she was until he started to run his fingers over her and they felt completely slick. Her eyes rolled back, one of her hands gripping at his bed sheets while the other stayed on the nape of his neck tangled into his perfect locks. Her breath hitched, her other hand moving to cover her mouth because she knew she was about to be so fucking loud. Her body practically twitched whenever he rubbed over her swollen clit, his fingers were working magic in her and honestly, she wasn’t even sure if she could do it better herself. 

“Ah!” Y/N whined, her hips bucking up against his touch when she felt herself getting closer. She was so worked up she knew she could cum right then and there if he would let her. Her body was giving it away.

It made Harry all too aware of how stupid Timothée was. He wasn’t touching this cunt? Wasn’t getting these reactions? He had to be gay. There was no other way. 

“You’re so sensitive... fuck.” Harry couldn’t believe she was trusting him. If all people do this to her. It wasn’t like they’d ever been close. They went to each other’s birthday parties in elementary school like all the kids in classes did. But that was about it. Thank god for anatomy. 

“Just relax, love.” He muttered, spreading her legs further as he got comfortable. “This is gonna feel really good. Just do what feels right. Can pull on my hair... be as loud as you want, please. Love to hear I’m going a good job.” He smirked, holding her thighs open as he licked one thick stripe up her cunt.

“Oh— oh my god!” Y/N gasped loudly when she felt his wet tongue on her cunt. Her legs twitched from the pleasure that was spiking now that he was focused in her clit. Her hand traveled down to tug at his hair as suggested, her whole body reacting to his actions. She’d never felt anything like this before, felt like she was dreaming. At first she was a bit shy with the noises she was making, but he clearly didn’t like that, immediately increasing the pressure and speed and sticking to it so that she was a moaning mess for him. Y/N knew that if anyone was home they’d think someone was being tortured but god— it was nothing but sweet sweet pleasure. When Y/N played with herself on her own she never pushed her limits like Harry was doing. She was so sensitive and she knew that, but he was purposely working over her most sensitive spots so she was writhing and twitching beneath him. “Ah— mmmm—“ Y/N whined out, “Harry!” She gasped, feeling herself falling over the edge quite rapidly. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks, it was so incredibly fast she wasn’t ready for that at all. Her moans were high pitched and whiny, her breathing heavy as she tried to get air in her lungs. She held herself back too, felt like she was going to pee on him if he kept going.

Harry kept going. 

If this was her first orgasm by someone else, her first proper orgasm? She was going to get the best one. He knew she was sensitive— could feel it in her shaking thighs, but he was a man of conviction. He went full on, suckling on her clit. The way she was reacting was beautiful, a soundless scream followed by his name and shudders. However— he wasn’t expecting her to squirt. It was the hottest damn thing he had ever experienced in his life. Her first orgasm and she was cumming that hard, Harry pulling back and rubbing her clit hard as she continued to leak. 

“Fuuuuuck, yes. Give it to me, sweetheart.” He groaned. Holy fuck. He hadn’t expected it to turn out like this at all but he wasn’t going to complain.

The sound that escaped her even shocked Y/N. A loud, borderline pained, scream left from her throat and her eyes squeezed shut. Her breathing was shaky, her hands having moved to cover her face because holy fuck was she overwhelmed. It was a lot. Y/N didn’t think it was humanly possible to cum that hard, and he just kept going. She was so sensitive it hurt, especially when he started rubbing on her clit after she seemingly peed on him but, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she thought he liked it. Y/N was in an endless stream of whimpers and throaty moans, he didn’t seem like he was giving up any time soon and she wasn’t sure if she could handle another. 

“It hurts—” She whimpered out, moving her hands from her face to grip at the pillow behind her. “But it feels so good.” Y/N was completely fucked. So gone for, the hormones and endorphins overcoming her. He seemed to know what he was doing, so she let him continue. She didn’t want him to stop if she was going to keep feeling like this.

“God, you’re so good. Letting me do whatever I want... we’re so deprived before, weren’t you?” Harry was shocked. The fact she was letting him continue, shaking but loving every bit? He was happy. Damn. Finally, a girl who could keep up with him and she had to be taken. “You okay?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over her clit lazily. His mouth had kissed at her thighs, biting down gently on one. “Hm.. can I mark here?” It wasn’t like her boyfriend was gonna see it. “And you don’t mind if I get myself off, do you?” He wanted to cum on her thighs or her stomach. His cock ached in his pants and he had no problem just getting her off, but he needed to cum. Of course he wouldn’t ask her to do anything, though. Despite it all, he respected her. She was a good girl. He was tainting her a bit but, she was happy to be tainted.

Y/N nodded her head to let him know she was okay, but he didn’t seem happy with her nodding, he wanted an answer. “Yes.” She whimpered out an answer to all of the things that he asked, still breathing shakily and twitching whenever the tension built up enough. The slow rubbing on her clit was still bringing her lots of pleasure, it made her want to cum again and that freaked her out. Could she really take that much? She’d never seen a cock in person before. Only even in porn but she didn’t watch that either because it made her feel yucky. Y/N swallowed thickly, seeing just how big he was. Holy shit. That was meant to fit inside someone? She already had trouble sticking her fingers in, but that? However, she was interested in watching him. Y/N watched him with loopy eyes, knowing for a fact she’d worship him after this. If he let her come back for more she happily would. Hell, she’d follow him around like a puppy if he kept making her feel like this.

It was probably the hottest hook up Harry’s ever had. Truth be told. He was in shock that Y/N was so needy for it and the fact she had let him be the one to play with her, to get her off, it was astonishing. There was nothing hotter than watching her legs open and pussy pulsing a bit from the intensity of her orgasms. 

“Mmm... you’re fucking hot.” Harry hissed, stroking himself as he bit down on her thigh. She let out a yelp that turned into a whine as he sucked a mark on to the softness of it, smirking when she rutted into his finger. After that though, he decided to take things up. “M’not gonna go in. Just... relax.” He rested himself against her cunt and rubbed the tip against her clit as he stroked himself heavily, hissing when her slickness covered him. It made it easy to stroke. “Jesus, you’re good. Feels good, hm? Better than your own fingers?” He knew it was. She looked fucked out, hips bucking into his own as he approached his own orgasm. Would it be too far to cum on her cunt? “Can I... fuck, can I cum on your cunt?” He had originally wanted her tummy or her thighs but seeing his cock against her now... he felt a bit primal.

Y/N had never expected this. This was the farthest she’d gone with anyone and the fact that it was with the guy that she’d been fantasizing about for years? It felt so unreal, definitely added to the intensity of her orgasms. Having him mark her? In a place where she’d be the only one to find it? That made her cunt throb. He started rubbing himself on her and she felt like that was a whole other level of horny. He felt so good against her, Y/N didn’t think she was that hot but Harry seemed to think so and that was enough to get her to feel confident enough to answer him with her full voice when he asked to cum on her cunt. 

“Yeah... you can cum on me..” Y/N didn’t have it in her to say cunt yet, but baby steps nonetheless. Harry was so hot, he looked so good above her. They weren’t even naked, just their lower halves, which in a way made it hotter because they were just that needy. His face was still slick with her, and that was something she couldn’t get over. 

It was apparent that Y/N didn’t know just how hot she was and that was a goddamn shame in Harry’s opinion. Because she was. She was so hot and he was sure that this wasn’t going to be the only time they had fun. 

“Fuck.. fuck.” He hissed as he began to cum on her. There was nothing like watching his cum stripe over her, soiling it with the white cream. It only made his orgasm better, a groan leaving him as he ran his cock through the slit and pressed against her clit again. “Fuck me, that’s so hot.” He whispered, mouth open at just how good it looked. When he saw her gawking at it, her tits moving under the fabric of her top, he smirked. “Want to taste it?” He ran two fingers through the mess.

Watching Harry cum was definitely the hottest thing Y/N had ever seen, the sounds he released and his scrunched up face was enough to make her shudder. On top of that, the feeling of hot cum ribboning over her cunt was something that she again couldn’t explain. It felt good, satisfying, especially because he seemed to be dying over it.

“Yes.”

It was a quiet squeak of an answer but it was an answer. Y/N was curious, she wanted to know what he tasted like and had a feeling that he too wanted her to try. If she didn’t like it she’d pretend to like it, but holy fuck she did actually like it. It was salty, a strange texture, but definitely not the worst thing she’d ever had in her mouth. It had its own taste, but she enjoyed that. Her mouth was wrapped around his fingers, gently licking and sucking the cum off his fingers while watching his eyes. He seemed to like this a lot too. Y/N was learning quite a bit, mostly that Timmy was definitely gay. But she didn’t just want to confront him like that that wouldn’t be fair. As soon as she was done, Harry kissed her again. This time it was more gentle than before. A kiss of appreciation. That was some good shit. Harry hadn’t been with someone who was a virgin and didn’t realize how horny they got— maybe it was just Y/N, though. He could have been having this and he didn’t. 

It was a good thing for Harry though. He got to have what he wanted and while he knew that was a lot, he didn’t really care that he could potentially hurt his feelings. He had made Y/N feel inadequate anyways. 

“Let me clean you up.” He murmured, smiling when she pouted when he pulled away. He was gentle with it, wiping her clean with tissues next to his bed. When she jumped, he chuckled. 

“Sensitive, I know.” He was smug about it though. Yes. He had done that. Though it was a shame she was too sensitive to clean it with his tongue. He would have been down.

The kiss was definitely something that Y/N needed. It was a nice little reminder that Harry was a gentleman and that she hadn’t just gone and done stuff with someone who was a complete asshole. Y/N always knew that Harry was a good guy, sure she’d heard rumors about him and knew he had gotten around and did drugs, but never had she heard about him being mean. Even when cleaning her up he was gentle, but of course she felt all shy again because she was laying fully exposed in front of the guy she had a crush on who had just made her cum three times within the span of 20 minutes. It was a lot. She’d completely forgotten about the fact that she was here to do an anatomy project. Y/N stayed quiet for the most part, letting him clean her up. Once she was finished she slipped on her panties again, though it felt quite dirty because they were still soaking wet. She’d need to take a shower when she got home. “Thank you.” She told him, feeling herself blush all over again.

“You’re welcome. Do you want a pair of boxers or something to wear instead of your panties?” Harry didn’t want her to be uncomfortable. At the relieved look on her face, he chuckled and went to his drawer, grabbing his smaller pair. “Here. May be big on you but, better than being uncomfortable.” He threw them to her and grabbed his water bottle, taking a sip before sitting down. “Want to do this project then?” Now that the sexual tension was at least fixed for a bit, he was happy to get to work. He wanted to see her get a good grade too. It didn’t have to be weird. 

“Oh, thanks.” Y/N smiled bashfully and stood up to change into them. There was no need for her to be all shy about it anymore. Y/N put her dirty panties to the side, taking a sip of her water bottle as well because lord knows she needed up. She was definitely a lot looser after their little activities, much more relaxed and open to talking and working. 

It really did feel better after they'd fucked around. Harry noticed that Y/N was more loose and seemed to feel more at ease now that he’s had his mouth on her pussy. They’d done a bit today and he was sure he would be on her mind for a long time after she left, which made him smug. 

----

They were finishing up when he asked for her number. “Put yours in. Dunno if you want to do this again but... I wouldn’t mind.” Harry would love it.

Y/N was already thinking about doing this again. Now that all her initial nerves were out of the way, she felt like I’d be easier for her to do things with him. She’d probably never initiate it again like this until she was this desperate, but whenever he wanted her again, if he did, she’d happily come over. She typed in her number and texted herself.

“The project or?” Y/N was a bit stupid sometimes, she didn’t want to assume he wanted to but based on the look on his face she figured he meant the other thing. “Oh, yeah— I um... I’d like that very much.” She said and finished putting her stuff away. “Thanks again... I’ll see you.” Y/N spoke when he walked her down the stairs and out the door. 

She’d left her panties in his room.

He had come upstairs to find the lovely gift that was left. Sure, it wasn’t on purpose but it was his now. He’d let her know that. They smelled like her and damn, it was good. Stuffed in his side drawer, he sat and absorbed the whole thing. Maybe he should feel guilt for having her cheat. But she needed it. The poor girl was nearly frothing at the mouth with need for sexual release and something about him tickled her. He couldn’t say no to that. Especially when she was so excited to do it and so responsive. 

Later that night he texted her. 

‘Hey, it’s Harry’

‘Did you want to come over again on Friday and work?’ He snickered at that. They’d work but... he knew by Friday she would be wanting more. 

‘Also, appreciate the gift you left. They’re lovely. Xx’ He sent a picture of the waistband of the panties in his hand.

On the bike ride home Y/N felt herself whimper every time she went over a bump. Harry had definitely done a number on her and she couldn’t have been more thankful. She texted Timmy when she got home, asking him about how he was and how his day was as usual though, she was surprised she didn’t feel really guilty. By the time she had showered and freshened up, she saw that she’d received texts back from both of them, but of course she wanted to answer Harry’s first. 

‘Hii! yeah, I can do that!’

‘oh my god 🤭’

She left them at his house? Fuck. She should have just put them in her bag but... she did have his boxers, so it didn’t really matter did it? Timmy had texted her back responding with how his day went saying he was super busy getting ready for his re-election campaign. It was his way of saying they wouldn’t really be able to hang out. She told him that she was sad but that she’d see him at school. Realistically she knew she needed to talk to him, but she wanted him to be able to tell her I’m his own time. She’d stop trying to have sex with him, only if he tried though.

‘I’ll be having fun with them. They’re in great hands. Don’t worry.’

He was smug about it for sure. But still, he couldn’t help but feel beyond happy about it because perhaps he had found a new person to fuck around with. Sure, he liked hook ups at parties but he had wanted a designated person to be around and fuck with. And Y/N was a cool chick. He hadn’t paid too much attention to her before, only to notice she was hot and also questioning why she was dating that kid. But the closer he got, the hotter she was. And fun to be around after she chilled out. She hadn’t mentioned being surprised by his room and the kind of nerdy star stuff in it. So he liked her a bit more for that. 

‘Good. Come over on Friday and we can work late. My dad’s away and my mom is on her book tour shit, so we’ll be alone, if that’s cool w you?’

Was he? He was flirting a bit wasn’t he? Y/N wasn’t exactly sure but him suggesting that his parents would be away and that they would be alone in his house again made butterflies erupt in her stomach. She was really excited to see his cats again and hang out, they’d likely finish another part of their project and likely fuck around a bit and that made her nervous all over again. 

‘Okaaay sounds good :) ’

She set her phone on her stomach and just looked up at the ceiling. Holy shit. Y/N couldn’t wait for Friday now, excited to see what else he’d have in store for her. She was simply excited to get to know him a bit more, he was hiding a lot of stuff from people from school. Of course she noticed all the astronomy shit in his room, saw the tons of books that he had with sticky notes showing they were clearly annotated. There was a lot more to him than met the eye.

---------------------------------------

[part 2]

A/N: Without giving too much away, yes, skater boy harry is bi and is whore for astronomy but we’ll get into that later ;) - n+d

let us know what you think!

masterlist

#writing #harry styles smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #skaterboy!harry #badboy!harry

[c0rpseductor]

coated my phone charging cord in hot glue to get it to stay in one position so it would work for one (1) more night since my phone basically doesn’t work unplugged. it’s hideous beyond belief but it’s working.