#How to stop makeup melting in summer?

[rosemaryhelenxo]

Charlotte Tilbury - Airbrush Brightening Flawless Finish - Pressed Powder

The weather is getting hotter – and I’m stepping up my makeup setting game! I have decided to splurge a bit on a premium setting powder for this Summer, as it is going to be scorching with heatwaves across Britain. I chose to purchase Charlotte Tilbury’s Airbrush Brightening Flawless Finish due to the reviews I have seen from others – so let me add my two cents! I get super oily skin when I am…

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[waitingonher]

ALL DA LADIES LUV LEO! — [leo valdez dating headcanons]

author's note: i am ladies. where's my irl leo...wtf.

you and LEO VALDEZ are the definition of “if you do it, i’ll do it.” (a VERY common phrase in your relationship)

istg this guy is down to do ANYTHING. you wanna play dress-up and do his makeup? go ahead. you wanna participate in some cheesy couple trend? of course! he’d do anything to make you happy <3 (even if it means ruining his dignity) 

leo has so much love for you, and he is NOT afraid to show it. he for sure owns a million different variations of the “i ❤️my girlfriend” tee-shirt. he’s worn them so much that even chiron and mr. d stopped pestering him for not wearing the chb shirt 😭 

y’know that one topic you could talk about for hours on end? yeah, well you’re the topic leo could talk about for hours on end. you always feel bad for the unfortunate new camper who decides to ask “who’s on your shirt?” it always ends in them making an excuse to get out of the conversation. 

some may say he’s obsessed…i just call it the bare minimum!! 🤗

leo absolutely LIVES for your little gossip sessions. he’s not one of those bf’s who will try to give actual advice on how to handle the situation,, he’s the type to fully shit talk the person with you 😭 you guys are literally the “she’s also ugly…” audio and i know for a fact you guys have made a video using it LMFAO

he also has the entire timeline memorized. he could tell you exactly what month, what day, and what time so and so wronged you if you asked 😭 leo’s absolutely invested and will ask for updates every so often. 

considering how leo spends so much of his time in bunker 9, it’s almost your second home at this point. you can’t even begin to count how many times you’ve fallen asleep sitting with him as he’s worked on a project. but leo always carries you to bed! there’s no way he could allow his girlfriend to wake up with a sore neck! 

speaking of bunker 9, leo keeps a bulletin board full of photos with you and all your friends next to his workbench! when working on a particularly hard project, he’ll look over at the photos for some motivation. 

there’s nothing better than successfully convincing leo to come to bed, especially during those cold winter nights. he’s basically a big heater that can walk and talk. and leo’s super duper big on cuddling so it’s even better. why invest in a heater when you have him? 

LMFAO it’s so funny when it’s summer and he’s basically on his knees begging for cuddles 😭 it’s only then that he curses his strangely high body temperature.  

i also think it’s canon that leo’s a good cook…?? so you’re always eating good with him!! he just loves seeing your reaction to his food, especially when it’s your cultural food. leo knows how important it is to you and to know he could provide some semblance of what you grew up with, it makes him beyond happy. 

when you give him hugs from behind while he’s cooking >>> 

he melts every single time.

omg. breakfast in bed with leo. him shirtless wearing an apron that says “kiss the cook” while bringing you a plate with all your favorite breakfast foods <33 

pda king 🙏🙏 he loves pda, but not in the gross, obnoxious way. leo’s obviously smart enough to know when it’s the right time and place. 

he’s also really big on “splitting the pole” LMFAO 😭 if you’re walking down the street and a street sign is in the way he will literally pull you to his side while screaming, “don’t split the pole!” babes…it’s not that serious 🤒

his love languages are words of affirmations and acts of service. there’s nothing better than coming home to cuddle with you as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear after a long day. he really values all your thoughts and opinions, so it means so much to him when you say these things. 

when it comes to you, leo’s so incredibly supportive with everything you do. the minute you even slightly hint about picking up a new hobby, he’s already encouraging you to do it. 

he gets so upset when he gets those “these initials are soulmates” videos and your initials aren’t together 😭 one time you woke up to an entire essay-length text from him explaining why you two are extremely compatible in response to a video that said “these initials aren’t compatible” 

leo’s VERY attentive, especially when it comes to you. at this point, it’s like he knows you better than you know yourself. he always knows what you’re gonna say simply by your reaction. his brain literally goes “oh her right eyebrow raised slightly, i think she likes it!” and he ends up being right too.. 😭

or when he goes shopping without you and he sees something he thinks you’d like, and it ends up being something you’ve been wanting for the past few weeks?? at this point he might be reading your mind…

this also makes him the best gift giver ever! it could’ve been something you barely mentioned before bed, but he made a point to remember it and surprises you with it. 

he also likes to make you little gadgets that you never would’ve even thought of but are so helpful. one day you walk into your bathroom and leo’s sitting there polishing his newest project, and he tells you it’s a towel heater he made for you??? 

leo absolutely loves your family and will do everything in his power to build a close relationship with them. he knows how happy it makes you and he also just genuinely enjoys their company too! ooh and if you have siblings, especially if they’re younger, he just adores them to death…UGH he’s so so good with kids. 

whenever he buys you flowers, he also buys some for your mom too!! and considering his mechanic skills, he loves to work with your dad with his car/whatever needs fixing around the house  😭😭 your parents basically treat him like their own son and leo feels so incredibly lucky to have you guys in his life. 

this guy’s your #1 hype man + your personal tripod. when he’s taking your picture he’s literally screaming compliments behind the camera while suggesting poses for you to do 😭 he’s just so silly like that! and then when you post it, he’s up in the comments like “i took these where’s my credit  🤨🤨” 

you guys are at each other’s cabins so often that no one’s ever fazed when you’re at the door. they’re just like “who’s at the door?” “just y/n again.” 

and his siblings absolutely love you to death. they see how happy you make him and they love you for it. but they’re also strangely protective of you too. when you and leo get into those rare arguments they’re always like “what’d you do this time  🤨?” to him LMAO 

ugh but your younger siblings and his younger siblings all look up to you guys like you’re the pinnacle of love. it’s genuinely so sweet,, they always talk about how they want a relationship like you two when they’re older 

dancing in the refrigerator light but in bunker 9 under his workbench light.

i like to believe that leo always has music playing when he works, so when a good dancing song comes on, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing to dance with you. 

sometimes it’ll be a song where you guys are just silently slow dancing together or it’s a song that has you two jumping up and down going crazy. the duality of his playlist! 

i just KNOW that at some point in your relationship, leo makes you a promise ring gjkdslfsl and i bet the stone has some sort of significance to you guys.

sometimes when you can’t wear it on your finger, you’ll string it onto your chb necklace and he just gets so giddy knowing that you care that much about it 😣

SPEAKING THROUGH MORSE CODE WITH HIM?? specifically when you’re in bed, both are too tired to talk, so you feel him tap “i love you” against your skin and you send the message back. 

can we all collectively agree that leo is like the most perfect boyfriend ever?? 😍😍 thanks!

#dividers from @chachachannah!! #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez headcanons #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez fanfic #percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson fandom #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson fic #percy jackson fluff #pjo x reader #percy jackson x you

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

IS THERE A VERSION OF JOEL MILLER I WOULDN'T FUCK?

[a case study in how thirsty i am for this man.] [aka fic recommendations]

Unfortunately, in my extensive research on this topic, I have found some pretty damning evidence against my sanity.

dad's best friend!joel miller x fem!reader

Your Summer Dream [masterlist] by @swiftispunk It is a scientific fact that if you place Joel Miller on a beach he becomes 100x hotter. I don't make the rules, I just report them.

Creep it Real! by @swiftispunk I am a puddle. I melted and I'm a shallow pathetic puddle. Cowboy and Angel. I just hnnnnnggggg. I need him to ruin me pls dear god.

*I'm realizing if i include all the DBF!JM i read this will get very long, very quickly, and i think i have revealed enough of myself on this blog to highlight my very obvious daddy issues

**speaking of daddy issues...

stepdad!joel miller x fem!reader

Don't Be Cute, Be Nasty by @cockslutpadalecki i'm pretty sure this was the first stepdad!joel miller anything i read and it awoke something in my soul. it's always fun to reach new levels of my daddy issues and BY GOD was this just 🫠

Bad Girl [part i of many] by @seventeenpins he walks in on her while she's watching stepdaddy porn and good lord it gets filthier and filthier in the best kind of way.

boyfriend's dad!joel miller x fem!reader

Lost in the Dark [masterlist] by @iamasaddie i expected to be a slut reading this but then it made me an emotional slut out of nowhere i am obsessed. there is nothing i love more than being drawn in by my thots only to be hit by an emotional bus out of nowhere.

Thigh's Out AU [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity not only is this a boyfriend's dad AU, but said boyfriend's dad is a hot and slutty. just like i like my dilfs.

father-in-law!joel miller x fem!reader

Pink [masterlist] by @netherfeildren holy fuck. that's all. just holy fuck. this altered my genetic makeup.

Help, I'm Stuck! by @nosesitter spoiler alert: he takes her wedding ring off before dicking her down and I-- 👀 send help.

***i didn't think i had a lot of significant other's father!joel miller in my repertoire, but i had to stop myself again from listing them all on this one otherwise we'd be here all day. shit, i'm learning things about myself 🤡

dark therapist!joel miller x fem!reader

Session 1 by @elvinaa i think this only highlights how badly i need an actual therapist (as does this entire list actually).

sleazy gas station clerk!joel miller x fem!reader

Meet Me in the Back (1) & The Night is Dark Enough ... (2) written by @atticrissfinch It does not bode well for me that this version of Joel Miller made me so fucking feral. In no way, shape, nor form should a sleazy gas station clerk make me feel this way AND YET HERE WE ARE.

tattoo artist!joel miller x fem!reader

Honeyed [masterlist] by @softlyspector This one absolutely hits too close to home for me, but that's probably why I'm so obsessed with it. My touch adverse yet touch starved ass ate this up and left no crumbs😌

chiro!joel miller x fem!reader

Say Yes to Heaven by @pascalisbaby i thought the medical side of my brain would cringe at the doctor/patient dynamic but as it turns out my depravity knows no bounds 🥵

frat dad!joel miller x fem!reader

The Old College Try by @proxima-writes i didn't even know this was something i needed in my life until it came into my life. blessings🙏🏼

ceo!joel miller x fem!reader

Sex on Fire [masterlist] by @macfrog i don't think i need to harp on what that sugar daddy vibes do to me🤤

mafia!joel miller x fem!reader

Divine Dynasty by @cavillscurls Remember when I said putting Joel by a body of water makes him 100x hotter? The same applies to a Mafia AU. I can't explain it. I have no sound reasoning to support my claim other than "he hot tho".

pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader

I Know it When I See it [masterlist] by @bageldaddy 🔥🔥🔥 that is all.

maintenance man!joel miller x fem!reader

Maintenance Man [masterlist] by @gracieispunk toolbelt. say less.

slasher!joel miller x fem!reader

Slasher [masterlist] by @toxicanonymity i thought for sure, FOR SURE, this would be blind, pure, detached smut that i could enjoy with no emotional ties whatsoever. and then all of a sudden i'm feeling things??? he just loves his mom so much😭 mama's boy wants to be happy. JAIL. real jail for murderer joel miller. horny jail for me. and audacity jail for toxic b/c how dare you make me feel things for a serial killer😩

as i said previously, the evidence speaks for itself. i have yet to find a version of joel miller i could not immediately fuck. i'm actually planning (i have a lot of plans and no time smh), to go through all these on my recommendation blog w/play by play commentary so everyone can know just how unhinged i am for this guy.

but now!! you guys have a syllabus for my insanity!!

now, excuse me while i go find a therapist (a real one, not a hot/dark joel miller version of one) (although beggars can't be choosers right?👀)

dividers by @saradika

#joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #tlou fanfiction #fic rec

[sugusoneandonly]

Quixotic - STSG - ch 2

prev // next

a/n 1: ik i said fem reader but like there’s gender neutral pronouns, however the reader does have feminine presentations maybe? Like dresses, makeup, etc. 😭 idk how ts rlly works guys dont cancel me im a rainbow person too😞

cw cont: jealous sugu ,, questioning sugu ,, oblivious reader ,, thats all i got lmk if i missed smth

!! do not repost/copy on any other platform !! if u do at least lmk where and give creds 😒 /j !! pls don’t tho <3

After your brief introduction with Geto, you were now sitting on a leather couch that overlooked the bright city of Tokyo. Gojo had stepped out to go handle whatever modeling business he had to attend to, leaving you with Geto. It’s been silent since then, even more than before the chatterbox out of all 3 of you had left.

You couldn’t help but admire the man before you, no doubt in the fact that he could’ve become a model himself if he wanted to. As if he could feel your gaze, he turned around to lock his deep lilac eyes with your own. You blinked. He smiled, softly but surely. Anything he would say, you would do. Whether out of fear, admiration, or something else, you didn’t know.

His studio was clean (cleaner than yours at least) yet had the essence of life and his own soul strewn over it. Silken fabrics adorned the windows and deep fabrics were strewn across the island in his office, his desk with a stack of papers and an open portfolio. With curiosity your gaze shifted to it, focusing in on it to try and see what was on them, his latest line maybe?

Yet before you could catch the slightest hint, his pale hands had flipped the open file closed. “I apologize for my lack of introduction, i’m Suguru Geto, you probably already know though.” You had to get a grip on yourself, he’s your…mentor and you can’t swoon around for your own mentor. “I’m Y/N L/N, I really love your work.” you quickly managed to get out.

A moment of pause, and he let out chuckle that was deep yet as light as a summer’s night breeze. “I’m quite familiar, I see your name in my notifications quite frequently.” And with that, summer’s scorching sun had graced itself into your cheeks, and if you couldn’t blush before you might as well have now. Your appreciation for his work posted online hadn’t gone unnoticed apparently. What’s worse, he knew your social media already and you can’t remember whether you left it private or public.

“..I’m sorry again for my harsh behavior it’s not everyday you meet your lovers ex and take them in-” He began but you quickly cut him short, hands frantically waving in front of you frown etched with wide eyes and scrunched eyebrows. “I have no feelings for him anymore and even if I did there’s no way I’d express them, especially considering everyones… positions. I didn’t even know I-” realizing your rambling, you finally looked him in the eye, a tight lipped smile pulled on his face. “Then there’s no point wasting time on informalities, is there then?” , not trusting your mouth you simply nodded.

“We have a tight schedule today, we begin with picking the next project.” we. i get to help my idol make his next project. a project that people are gonna wear. and people that actually know who made it instead of my occasional etsy shoppers.

When you returned to reality, you saw a collection of various designs laid before you on the coffee table. The seasons were shifting from summer to fall. Although it was early September, the industry never waited, not even on the leaves to fall. Your mouth fell to a small o , Suguru swore if you had gazed at him with the stars in your eyes, they might’ve been warm enough to make him melt.

wait, what, that’s not how it goes - sugu

You skim through each and every sketch, feeling as if you’ve discovered a new chest of gems, one that nobody knew of. You stopped when you fell across a particular sketch, not really a sketch but a photocopy. The style felt familiar, and upon closer examination, it’s my drawing

You look up at Geto, “I was thinking, there’d be no point in interning if you couldn’t exercise your own work. So, if it’s alright with you I was thinking to incorporate some of your ideas into the next line.”

A grin spread across your face, “Yes, Of Course! I’d love that so mu-” you were cut off with the door opening, and Geto quickly shut the folder with the sketches out of sight. You turned around to see the door, none other than Gojo standing there, playful pout gracing his face. “He’s not allowed to see the works in progress,” Geto explained. You tilted your head, no words, and like second nature Gojo responded “He wants to be mysterious and keep it a surprise like the bum he is.” Gojo had scrunched his nose at Geto, plopping himself down next to him, arm resting on the couch behind Geto’s back.

A twinge of jealousy pinched at Geto, seeing what’s probably surface level remnants of your past relationship come back to life like clockwork. He brushed it off, you had no feelings, Gojo has none, what could go wrong.

he forgot about himself

Yet, you had no feelings. None. You looked at the couple in front of you and exhaled with relief. you did it, you were over him, and you can carry on

It was dead silence now, how unfortunate. Why won’t your mouth work, say something. Thankfully, Geto and Gojo had been fussing over whatever rich people business Gojo had brought with him. Albeit, quite hushed. Praying your stomach wouldn’t go back to its old ways, you had jinxed yourself. A quite prominent growl had presented itself to the room. Geto glanced up at the clock, Gojo smiled. It was pushing 1 in the afternoon, unfortunately you couldn’t brush it off as only one person was sitting in the direction of the sound, and that person was you. Gojo had slightly toed Geto under the table.

“Next item on the schedule would probably better off as lunch, hm?” Geto offered, a teasing, forced?, smile on his face.

“Really?” You glanced down at the paper, lunch wasn’t for another hour? Quickly the paper was lightly tugged from your hold, two different hands yet adorned by similar rings. The two glanced at each other. “A designers life never sits set in stone, little one.” Gojo said in a sing-song.

“Ohh” you had bought it. They take this very seriously, perhaps it’s best not to mess around too much like this - Suguru

Quickly, the two men had already began to make their way out the door and to the elevator down to the city. You made your way to keep up with them, to wherever they were taking you.

©sugusoneandonly 2024

a/n 2 :: BONJOUR 🥖

This is very slow burn i think. Guys im being so fr idk what im doing im just throwing up my thoughts. Idk how to write enemies to lovers so i give u crisis sugu <33

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[joonipertree]

Pretty Summer Dress, Makes Your Heart Melt

Tags: Bonten! Mikey × AFAB reader. hurt/comfort. Insecure reader in pretty dress. fluff to smut. rough mikey. Dom Mikey. fucking you in a dress. Touch starved Mikey and Reader. Closed off Mikey

Manjiro hadn't been the same for years, you had accepted that. His blank stares and minimal talking had been rectified with his protective arm in front of you or how he shares his food. Maybe you missed when you two were kids and he drowned you in affection or talked your ear off. But you were content simply from the fact that he was a part of your life and you were a part of his

You two did your own thing, in the same space and because that had been how it has been for years.....it became comfortable. Of course, the lack of physical touch got to you but it's not like he never touched you, just that he never seemed to make much of a show with it.

But okay, fine, you would get off on his thigh once in a while and cling to him while he kissed you chastely. He would curl up in your arms to sleep or lean against you when his bones were tired. He let you burrow yourself into his body and it was enough because your definition of a relationship had changed along with the two of you.

But sometimes, you're standing in front of the mirror, wearing the prettiest floral dress you've ever worn and you want your boyfriend to fawn over you. It flowed down to your ankles, hugged your chest and when you twirled, the fabric rippled around you. You were pretty, you were beautiful and Manjiro was fucking lucky to have you.

But all he did was give you a once over and nodded. Nodding was the most he did sometimes, eyes bleary eyed and dead. And you could just accept that maybe that's what came with years of being together, that you two weren't in your honeymoon phase anymore.

That you didn't need his validation.

And you didn't.

But you worked hard on your gentle makeup and wind swept hair. You saw the dress of your dreams, tried it on and danced because it felt like you. You looked like a fucking cottagecore fairy that graced everyone with your presence. You wanted to go in a field of flowers and feel like their princess.

So you did, you invited Mikey but he was busy. You went alone with a basket full of food and a blanlet; a tripod and camera. You ate well, read a book, listened to music and took the prettiest pictures ever because self care.

You came home and uploaded them everywhere before your insecurities could nitpick everything out. Before your brain decided to interfere and say that you were ugly. You weren't.

The comments were nice, many and full of exclamation marks. You were showered in praise like you deserved. But it didn't matter to you when the one person you wanted a compliment from, said nothing at all.

That dead eyed, ice cold motherfucker.

You stomped towards him, hair messy and lipstick off with your eye make up smudged. The dress still flowed around you, you felt the silk caress your bare legs. You were still the powerful fairy that made the world fall in love with them, but this time your lips were set in a cold hard line and you were beginning to wonder if the guy you loved even loved you anymore.

He looked up when you loomed over him, eyes peering as he stayed in a perpetual state between dream and reality. He looked paler, eyebags even more prominent. The white hair didn't do anything to make him look livelier. Manjiro laid there and stared at you.

"What do you think of my dress?" You whispered, fight leaving your body.

"Pretty." His cracked, dry voice murmured out.

It shouldn't have but it warmed you.

"Am I pretty?"

"Very."

The tears started and didn't stop, rolling down your cheeks in clusters with a quivering lip and barely opened eyes. Manjiro sat up immediately, eyes widening ever so slightly that only you could've picked it up.

"Do you still love me?"

You've never seen him move as fast as he did in years. His hands grappling for your wrists and pulling you into his lap. It was familiar yet not lived in. Your thighs squeezed him tight as whimpers left your lips. He didn't hesitate to wipe every tear away.

"You are the only person in this world that I am selfish for."

You held him tight and you cried more because even before you asked you knew he loved you. Sano Manjiro wasn't the type to stop loving so easily. And even with the scarcity of affection, he always held your safety and love to the highest regard.

"I know you dont- hic like showing emotions but I just don't know what to believe. Do you not feel any-anything for me anymore?" You sobbed into his shoulder.

"Baby, whatever the fuck is left in me is all you. I've been-" You can feel his breath shudder, "waiting for you to leave me. You never do. I've been waiting for you to show you're miserable but you always- how do you look like you still adore me?"

"I do adore you," You cried even more, "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you."

"You'd be happier without---"

"Shut the fuck up, we aren't arguing about this again. I just want you to stay with me. Please, please, please just stay."

"You could die," he whispered, "I dunno how I keep you around. But you know, people always die around me."

"I don't wanna grieve you, I know I will if you leave." You murmured back.

"Living is better for you."

"I'd be miserable. You'd be miserable. You already---"

"You'd get over me." He didn't mention himself. He wasn't gonna say shit about him getting over you.

"You're lying to yourself."

"I wanna keep you."

"Keep me."

His hands made it under your dress, over your hip and scratching along your spine. You mewled, clinging to him and rutting yourself against him.

Needy, you were so needy.

"I won't be gentle."

"Fuck gentle, ruin me." You gasped out.

Your underwear was ripped in an instant, dress flourishing around the two of you like a halo untouched.

He fucked you with your tits hanging out and cock stuffed till it was almost impossible to breathe. He fucked you with his mouth biting and bruising your chest and hands groping your ass. He did all the work, rammed into you hard as his only driving force were your moans. He fucked you and even when you came, he didn't stop and you cried pretty for him.

This was him trying, apologising in the kisses he peppered on every inch of your skin. Turned you around so he can go along your spine, lips sticky and causing you to moan even more.

He fucked you and he could feel the edge of the dark impulse coming forward, only stopping because the warmth of your hands were like the sun that kept the darkness away. It came around his sidesx in his harsher thrusts and biting mouth but fuck, you felt safe and good and loved.

All in a pretty dress he saw and adored the first time he laid his eyes on it.

#tokyorev headcanons #mikey headcanon #tokyo manji gang #mikey x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x you #mikey imagines #mikey x you #tokyorev smut #sano manjiro

[cowpokeomens]

Wearing a cute sundress and getting dolled up for Jolly so he can tell you how cute and precious you look while he's got you sobbing on his dick

I closed my laptop and put it away when I got this ask.

But y'all know I cannot resist this man so let's talk about it.

Bc??????????????? WOW okay where to begin: It's summer, it's hot, the only good thing is that you can wear a sundress with nothing underneath, thank the gods. So you're piddling around the house, taking care of laundry, putting some dishes away, just tidying up while Joakim works in his office/studio space. You're bent over, putting away a pot, when he walks into the kitchen.

"Hey, pretty, do we still have-"

You straighten up and glance at him, wondering why he stopped speaking and he is just. Staring. Open-mouthed, pupils dilated, staring.

Suddenly you feel self-conscious, arms crossing your body in a defensive stance. "What? It's my makeup, right? I got a new blush and I feel like I used too much-"

"Why are you dressed like that?" His tone is flat.

Your heart sinks further. "Oh, um, I dunno, I just thought you might like it."

"Like it?"

You wish the ground would swallow you up. "Yes?"

He closes the distance between you, hands tangling into your hair as he presses his lips against yours, desperation on his tongue. “You look so fucking good," He manages to say between kisses. "What the fuck you're so sexy."

You are overwhelmed, melting into his touch as his hands roam your body, grabbing your ass, cupping your breast, pulling at the edges of your dress until he realizes-

"No panties?"

You shake your head. "'S hot." You whine.

And that’s what does the poor guy in! He’s aging okay you can’t just walk around without panties on or he’ll have a conniption fit! No but really he absolutely bends you over the kitchen counter and laps at your core like a beggar who’s been wandering the desert for 30 days and 30 nights. Picks you up so that your feet are dangling off the counter and the edge is digging into your stomach but you can’t bring yourself to care because it’s messy and there’s spit and cum rolling down your inner thighs and Joakim is groaning into your pussy like he’s having the first bite at a 5 star restaurant and it’s not enough for you to cum okay!! It’s just not!! Because the he holds you in place with one hand on your back and slides his cock in with ease and you’re scratching and clawing at the counter but it’s slippery so you can’t get a grip so he does what any reasonable man would do! He grabs your wrists in one of his big hands and pins them above your head so that all you can do is be good and take what you’re given! Makes you thank him for being so nice and letting you come first before he fills you up :-/ I need a glass of water y’all

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #ramblin gal #bad omens fanfic #bad omens x reader #bad omens smut #joakim karlsson fic #jolly karlsson fic #jolly karlsson headcanon #jolly karlsson fanfiction #jolly karlsson smut #jolly karlsson x reader #joakim karlsson fanfic #joakim karlsson x reader

[littlehatefxxk]

⛧ Ricky Olson x Reader ⛧

“Quickie” (Smut Oneshot)

Themes: Oral sex(giving & receiving), Kissing, Fingering, dirty talking, deep throating

⛧

It was a hot summer day and you had just finished doing your makeup and hair. Usually you’d stay back home but Ricky wanted to spend more time with you so he brought you along for their summer tour.

The band didn’t go on until later tonight but everyone was still busy. As of right now Ricky was outside doing an interview leaving you alone on the bus which was rare. Finally some peace and quiet than the usual chaos you thought.

You went through your luggage trying to find an outfit to wear. The weather today felt like it’d melt off your skin so being half dressed seemed the way to go. You ended up picking a red bikini set and wore that with some high waisted black demin shorts that were maybe just a little too short. To accessorize you wore a few necklaces, some rings, and sunglasses all paired with your favorite pair of combat boots.

You pulled out your phone to take a couple selfies until you heard Ricky answering questions & laughing. You went over to the window and looked outside seeing him. Fuck, he looked so sexy. His ran his hand through his hair fixing it back. That always drove you wild. Without realizing you were just watching him the next few minutes, daydreaming of every position he could put you in.

He then waved bye to the camera and hugged the interviewer goodbye. He than started to make his way back over to the bus and suddenly you became so very excited. Just for laughs you decided you’d mess with him. You quickly made your way to the back of the bus where there was a small room. You hid behind the door out of sight trying to hold in your giggles.

Just then you heard the tour bus door opening and then closing.

“Hey babe, I’m back!”

You smiled hoping you’d get him good. Footsteps slowly approached closer and closer and then you took your chance. You jumped out quickly yelling ‘boo’ as he jumped getting scared.

“Haha I so got you!” you teased.

Ricky immediately glared at you as he got closer to you. You continued laughing at his reaction as he was now inches away from your face. Your back now against the wall he took his hand to hold your chin up to look at him.

“You think that’s funny?”

You laughed saying yes but Ricky stayed serious. His eyes met yours again and it was at that point you realized the situation. He was going to punish you for it. But not here right? Not right now at this moment? Someone could walk in you thought. You stopped laughing now but still giggled. Ricky brought his mouth to your right ear as his hand held your throat.

“Do you see me laughing hmm? You think I’m messing around? We’ll see how funny it is to you when I fuck that mouth of yours right here.”

You swallowed hard hearing those last few words.

“Okay okay, I’m sorry for scaring you. I won’t do it again.”

His grip tightened a little.

“Apologize all you want. Nothing is going to change what I’m going to make you do. Now be a good girl and get on your knees.”

He took a few steps back giving you space as he started to undo his pants. You got on your knees as you looked down the corridor of the bus hoping no one would walk in.

“S-someone could walk in Ricky…”

His cock was freed and he was hard already. You just looked up at him a little concerned.

“Well then I guess you better make this quick huh? Now stick your tongue out.”

You did as you were told offering your mouth to him. Your tongue circled the tip of cock teasingly just how he liked it. Your hands pumped from the base as you took it into your mouth now. His hand rested on the back of your head as he moaned.

“Mmh just like that baby. Such a good girl all for me hmm?”

He knew calling you that drove you insane. Especially during sex. That alone made you wet. Now you were taking his cock deeper into your mouth as you bobbed your head back and fourth. His grip now within your hair keeping that pace as you moved.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well. I think you can take it in deeper..”

He pulled out for a moment as you quickly wiped the excess saliva off from your mouth and took a breath. Relaxing yourself he entered your mouth again, now deeper. His hand gripped your head as he slowly began to fuck your throat.

“Oh fuck baby, just like that…”

He went faster as your hands gripped his thighs taking him all in. You wanted nothing more than to please him. A couple more fast thrusts and he pulled out giving you time to breathe. Moments later he entered again going fast. You hummed, the sound being muffled as it reverberated around his cock. Saliva was falling out from the sides of your mouth but at this point you didn’t care. His breathing was now heavier.

“Fuck, I’m so close already baby. You gonna be a good girl a swallow it?”

Your hands gripped his thighs tightly as you moaned with him still in your mouth. Your eyes watered but you tried your best to stare back up at him as he face fucked you. A few more fast thrusts and he moaned loudly releasing himself into your mouth. He pulled out as you swallowed his cum and gave yourself a moment to breathe and wipe your face.

“I just finished my makeup Ricky..now it’s ruined.”

Now he laughed.

“Aw my poor little baby. You can always fix it.”

“He pulled his pants back up as you sat on the bed now grabbing your makeup bag.

“I’m not finished with you yet baby..”

Now he knelt on the floor in between your legs.

“Let me make it up to you..”

He kissed your inner thighs as you set your makeup bag aside. God, he drives you crazy. You quickly undid your shorts as he helped you undress. Ricky couldn’t wait a second longer so he just moved your swimsuit bottoms to the side as his tongue licked between your wet folds.

“Mmm Ricky…”

His hands wrapped around your thighs as you pulled his hair back watching him attack your pussy. You felt his tongue circle around your sensitive clit as you felt that feeling start to build up. As his tongue flicked your clit he inserted a finger earning a moan from you.

“You taste so good baby. All wet for me..”

Just then you could hear few of the members outside talking and cracking jokes. You look over at the window but it’s closed and thankfully has blinds. Somehow almost getting caught excites you.

“Ricky, the guys are outside…”

He pulls away a moment from eating you out.

“So? If they hear, they hear.”

He goes back to sucking your clit as he now inserts 2 fingers.

“Fuck…Ricky, what if they walk in?”

He laughs as he looks up at you.

“Let them fucking watch.”

He starts fingering you now seeing your face fall back feeling so good.

“You want them to watch don’t you?”

You say nothing as his fingers rub your pussy earning a whimper from you.

“Tell me,” he says right up against your ear.

“Mmmm”

All you focus on is his voice and fingers rubbing you.

“Such a bad girl. Wanting the rest of the members to hear and see you. You fucking want that don’t you?”

He’s practically growling into your ear.

“Yes,” you say softly.

His fingers stop rubbing earning a whine from you.

“You can do better than that baby. Otherwise I’m not going to give you what you want.”

Just then you hear Vinny’s voice.

“Anyone see Rick actually? He’s been gone awhile.”

“Saw him doing an interview awhile ago. Not sure where he is now,” Chris responds.

Ricky just smirks at you as his fingers rub you slowly and teasingly. You want him to go faster but instead you just whine wanting release.

“Come on baby, tell me. You want them watching you? Seeing how much of a naughty girl you are?”

“Hey Rick you in there?!” Vinny yells at the bus knocking the side of it.

Ricky picks up the pace as you start breathe heavily.

“I want them…”

“You want them to what?” Ricky purs against your ear.

The members outside laugh at whatever they’re talking about and just the thought of them hearing or walking in gets you more excited.

“I want them to watch me…I’m so close..please Ricky..”

“Moan my name when you finish, I want them to hear.”

Ricky brings his mouth back to your pussy flicking his tongue against your clit. You lay back moaning as you grip the sheets feeling so close to your climax. Moments later you cum your legs closing around Ricky’s head but he doesn’t stop.

“Mmm Ricky!”

Your body shakes finally climaxing as he pulls away to look at you.

“Good girl.”

He kisses your mouth as you taste yourself. You catch your breath before going to the bathroom to clean up and put your shorts back on. The door opens to the bus and Vinny walks in seeing Ricky on his phone while sitting down on the couch.

“Bro I’ve been looking for you. Did you not hear me knocking on the bus earlier?”

“Sorry guess I didn’t hear you. Been waiting on (Y/N) to get out of the bathroom.”

“You don’t have to lie, you guys were fucking huh?” Vinny teased.

“Shut up, no we weren’t.”

Ricky was about to throw the water bottle that was next to him until you finally walk out.

“Oh hey Vinny. I’m finally ready babe. Let me just get my bag.”

You walk to the back room to get your stuff as Vinny shoots Ricky a glance.

“Oh yeah you guys definitely fucked.”

“Not even, shut up.”

“Why is her makeup smeared then?”

Vinny smirks as Rick is left speechless.

“Don’t worry man, I won’t tell anyone haha. If I were you I’d do the same. I got your back bro. Anyways all of us are outside wanting to get food so I’ll go wait back outside.”

Vinny leaves and Ricky comes to see you fixing your makeup.

“So uh..”

“What’s the problem?” you ask.

“Nothing just uh, Vinny know we fucked.”

You go silent feeling a little embarrassed.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have been so loud.”

You hit Ricky’s arm as he sits next to you.

“It’s your fault.”

“Yeah yeah, but you enjoyed it didn’t you?”

You feel your face go red.

“It’s okay, I enjoyed it too. Maybe later after the show I’ll fuck you right here with door locked and have everyone hear you.”

⛧

Aahhh! Hope you guys enjoyed reading you little sickos haha. I haven’t written in years but it feels good to write again honestly, I missed it! I still have so many more ideas for one shots I wanna do so I’ll definitely be writing those next. Let me know what guys think though, I’d love to know. Hope you are all doing well! Stay hydrated, take ur meds, be kind to one another🖤

#motionless in white #ricky olson #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson oneshot #ricky olson smut #motionless in white oneshot #motionless in white smut #miw x reader #ricky olson imagine #band imagine #miw imagine #oneshot #smut

[moranasgrave]

plug!connie gets jealous at a party and teaches you a lesson.

ok this is just a little plug connie drabble because i’ve been wanting to write about him for a while. i literally left my other notes at home with all my other characters sooo after this i’ll release a snippet of a chapter in my Eren story that will be “premiering” august 18th. kinda late i know but it’ll be worth it i want to have 10+ chapters written so i can release 2-3 at a time because i know how it feels to wait for something your reading especially on wattpad LMAO.

CONTENT! WARNING! 18+ MINORS DNI! NSFW CONTENT!

Fem black reader ofc, Choking,raw sex, angry sex, weed, alcohol, mild violence,fluff, bad language,and idk this won’t be proofread lmao.

Connie knew he fucked up. Tonight was Eren big summer bash party at his parents mansion. It was always the craziest party of the year, and the best spot for dealers to find knew customers for the year.

You how ever were livid with connie. You seen a girl texting his instagram on his phone saying “yea tmr at 3 is coo” while you guys were cuddling on the couch. You didn’t think he would cheat on you but something about it made you feel weird. Girls always hit him up begging to match with him. It made you feel, territorial.

Connie was gorgeous, those piercing hazel eyes and that flashy smile. Especially when he had his diamond bottom grillz in, fresh hair cut and that pretty bone structure. He also had that charm, he knew just the right thing to say to make you melt in his arms.

Right now though, you didn’t care how he looked. You were pissed off because he acts so nonchalant about girls messaging him like it’s no big deal. What if he actually takes the offer one day.

Whatever you didn’t care as you angrily got dress into your hot pink tube top dress. Cutely ruffled at the bottom looking like a miniskirt attached to a dress. Your black stocking that you were angrily taking a razor to. A black my chemical romance zip up hoodie left open. Finally those hot pink leg warmers with your cute little black mary jane flats.

Your hair in two low pig tail puffs with a side part, your favorite hair style. The obnoxiously huge black juciy couture bag filled with singles and a variety of perfume and makeup.

Connie wearing black cargo shorts with the studded black and silver belt you got him for his birthday. “stop trying to turn me emo”, he said laughing at the gift. “i’m notttt but you would look sooo hot if you were though”, you say with a suggestive smile.

He pairs those with a plain black zip up and some black converse. Silver rings bearing his veiny calloused fingers, and that NY cap tilted to the side like he always does. It made you even more mad that he chose to look sexy right now.

You guys get in the uber there because yall know yall will just end up sleeping over at erens like every year. The whole car ride you feel connie’s eyes burning the back of your head, because you turned away from him. He puts a hand on your thigh and lets out a big sigh. He knows tonight is going to be ridiculous.

As soon as you guys arrive at the huge front doors connie spins you around holding you by your waist. “Can you drop the fucking attitude already, i’m not tryna have you pissed at me all night over dumb shit.” You look at him with an amused expression on your face. “kiss my ass connie, you do you i’ll do me”, you say coldly. Before he can even respond your already strutting inside the doors.

‘This girl is about to get handled in a second’ connie thinks to himself.

You find sasha and basically knock her over as you run and jump into her arms. She already has shots lined up for you so you start going ham. Throwing back shots like it was water. Connie meets up with eren and jean to find out whose buying so he can make his deals.

A couple hours into the party you’re already pretty drunk. You decided to go and dance your heart out on the huge dance floor in the living room. The entire night you’ve been mean mugging connie when he would make eye contact with you. To make him mad you were even twerking all over sasha and mikasa, sasha catching all of it smoothly of course and mikasa looking nervously at connie trying not to make as much contact.

As you danced all over the floor alone sipping on a margarita sasha made you, a guy approach’s you.

He starts dancing closely around you until he suddenly grabs your waist. You push his hands off quickly slurring a weak ‘i have a boyfriend’ as you try and ignore him and continue to dance.

Connie who was on the couch smoking a blunt notices this and gets up from his seat. “Fuck off before i kick your ass i’m in a bad mood”, he says glaring at the guy.

You’ve seen connie get mad before but never anything too extreme. He usually knew how to keep a level head in situations like this. But tonight, you acted a fool and he wasn’t gonna let that slide.

The guy steps in connie’s face and says “or what exactly? i’m just tryna have a little fun man.”

You stop dancing and finally notice the two men are getting a little too close for comfort. this can’t be good. You go to tell connie that your okay but then you see connie’s arm raise and punch the shit out of that guy. He gets on top of the guy and just starts wailing on him. Eren and jean quickly run over to grab him off.

Connie’s face is flushed red, his eyes are low and he’s sweating. He pushed as jean and eren off and looks at you with his glossed over eyes bearing into your soul.

You run over to him shoes in hand as you took them off like two hours ago. “Connie what the fuck dude you didn’t have to beat him that bad and you know it”, you say aggravated because now everyone’s attention is on you two. “Shut the fuck up and come on we’re fucking going to bed Y/n”, he grabs your hand forcefully towards the door.

You pull back defiantly, “You go, IM not ready to sleep yet THANKS”. You start to head back to the dance floor when you feel his big hand wrap around your throat from behind. He leans down to your ear tightening his grip some. “We’re going upstairs and fixing that fucking attitude of yours before i snap”, he grits through his teeth.

You nod your head reluctantly, secretly getting excited about it. You been waiting for him to finally take you upstairs, you just refused to ask him. Everyone watches as you guides you upstairs still holding the back of your neck. “Take a picture or something you fucking FREAKS”, connie yells behind his shoulder.

The second you step into the room connie shut the door and locks it. He walks over to you picking you up and tossing you on the bed. You let out a small yelp and before you can protest he flips you over on the edge of the bed.

He slides your panties clean off ripping up your dress to show your exposed bottom half. He leans over top of you getting close to your ear again. “You’re gonna learn to listen to me y/n, you know i only want your crazy ass”, he rasps under his breath. You can feel his bulge twitching against your ass.

He leans back and slides his pants down to his ankles along with his boxers. He guides his dick towards your entrance, moaning softly as he rubs against your clit. You’re already soaking wet, the sounds of him mushing against you are loud. He slides in causing both of you to let out a moan. He starts pumping in and out of you slowly, the drugs in your system heightening your sensitivity.

He picks up his pace and now the room is filled with loud slapping and moaning as he reaches deeper and deeper inside you. He grabs your hair forcing you to stand up against him. He takes his phone from the side of the bed and starts recording you guys from the front. Your makeup is already running, eyes squeezed shut trying to focus on your orgasm. He slides out and flips you again into missionary position.

He flips the camera backwards zooming in on your face. Hair sticking to your sweaty forehead, mascara running down your eyes and your plump glossy lips parted from all the panting your doing. “god you’re so fucking sexy”, he says in between moans. He ends the recording and starts to go even faster making you arch your back off the bed in pleasure.

You feel the knot unfold quickly in your stomach and your filled with complete bliss as you both cum together. He flops on top of you with all his weight, out of breath and in a daze. He lifts his head up and gives you sweet kisses from your neck to your cheek then to your lips. The kiss being sloppy and filled with passion as if he’d been waiting all day to do this.

He rolls on the side of you and grabs his phone. He guides you to lay on top of him nuzzled in between his neck and shoulder. He goes to the video and posts it to his story. His main story. With your face covered with the heart eyes emoji of course. He writes ‘don’t bother hittin my dm this is my only girl 😏’.

He puts his phone back down and pulls you closer to his chest. “I…I love you y/n and i’ll never cheat on you i promise baby, don’t ever think otherwise again”, he whispers into your ear. Your still kind of out of it but you manage to mutter “I love you too connie”, before your eyes flutter shut.

He turns the light off with his phone and wraps the blanket around the two of you.

‘I love her but she is a trip’ he thinks to himself before he drifts to sleep, ignoring all the dms he’s getting on instagram.

#black girl blogger #aot fanfiction #connie smut #aot fanfic #not proofread #drabble #plug!connie #black reader #sorry this took forever

[rosemaryhelenxo]

Urban Decay - All Nighter Ultra Matte - Setting Spray

I have previously used Urban Decay's All Nighter standard edition which sets my makeup perfectly during the colder winter months, but loses its charm when the weather turns warm. This is why I decided to buy the Ultra Matte edition! Find my review here!

Protect your makeup from the heat this summer! With the weather getting hotter, I have been on a mission to save my makeup and my skin from the incoming sweaty season and prevent my smeared mascara! I have also tried Charlotte Tilbury’s Airbrush Pressed Powder to help set my makeup, you can find my review of it here!  I have previously used Urban Decay’s All Nighter standard edition which sets…

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[romanstheory]

I'm The One a Jey Uso Fic pt 3/?

Warnings: Arguing, Language

Word Count: 900

18 +

Last Part

We wake the next morning to the sound of Jey's phone alarm, It's 5am. "Well good morning" Jey says throught his long stretch. "Good morning daddy" I say with a devilish grin. I was never the relationship type, but Jey has me thinking otherwise. Maybe it was the orgasm from las night talking, but he has me in a chokehold now. We get our things together and meet Jimmy in the lobby. Jey is grinning from ear to ear, walking with a little pep in his step. "Enjoy yourself last night?" I tease while we ride the elevator down to the first floor. "Best time of my life" Jey responds quickly "You look refreshed". It felt like he had me under a spell or something, but I was cool with it. I even liked it..... a lot.

He was soft yet assertive, caring yet dominate, sweet with spice. The perfect blend of everything, and good in bed. It was like he knew my body, what ways to push and apply pressure, when to be soft and when to pound me. I'm not sure what to call..... us right now...... but what ever we are I like it. Jey and I seemingly float through the hotel and to the lobby to meet Jimmy. Jimmy looks up from his phone and laughs "What the hell are you grinning about uce?" He chuckles. Jey tries to stop smiling when Jimmy looks over at me in lala land. "Oh I see, I'm the third wheel now" Jimmy laughs while we all head out the door.

The airport is crazy, I've always hated it. TSA is annoying, it's just so stressful. I huff my way through the entire clusterfuck that is the airport, and now we're waiting to board our plane. "So what y'all wanna do as far as Solo goes?" Jimmy says. "I think we should pop up on em at the show and get them to give us a match at SummerSlam". "Well there's three of us and two of them so unless they're feeling bold one of us is going to have to sit out" I begin "I have unfinished business with Solo, and Vince is already willing to bend the rules for me. I need this match..... I need to get him back". Jimmy nods. "Look uce I know you wanna get back and big dog but I need this too. I need to prove myself..... I need to shut him up" Jey says to Jimmy.

Jimmy ever had an issue with being ringside, so he was okay with doing it again for the sake of us getting our revenge. "Yall got it, I understand but I'm ringside because you know how Paul is" Jimmy says looking at both of us. We land in LA, the sun is almost blinding but it's beautiful. Our day of craziness begins...... Meetings, planning, hair, makeup, warming up. I keep catching Jey staring at me, his deep brown eyes make me melt like ice cream in the summer heat. No man has ever been able to do that to me before. Who would of thought i'd be head over heals for Solo's brother...... Not me.

"Alright I need you to stay outta the way because Solo is probably gonna be here soon" Jimmy says looking at me "I don't need you getting in trouble and ruining what we have planned". I huff and roll my eyes, Jimmy is right, I need to stay out of the way and be patient. I cant wait to get my hands on Solo. What he said to me after I lost my title rings in my head over and over again.

It's time.... Roman is opening the show doing his usual acknowledge me speech. USOOOOOO rings through the arena like lightening and out goes Jimmy and Jey shortly after I come out as well. Roman and Solo stand in the ring, disgust and shock smeared across their faces. My eyes lock on Solo, fierce and intense. "No no no no! Turn your asses around and get out of my ring" Roman demands. "Your ring?" Jimmy asks "Didn't you just get pinned by Jey in YOUR ring?". A scowl forms on Roman's face. "I think he meant MY ring" Jey adds. The twins and Roman carry on their banter as Solo and I engage in another cut throat stare off. "You know what, I'm not about the talking" I say looking at Roman and Solo "Jey and I have some unfinished business with you two". Roman cackles "So YOU wanna fight US? Little girl you could never"

I laugh getting closer to Roman "Seems like you're afraid to get knocked on your ass by a woman" I say. Jey looks at me, his eyes locking on my ass in my tight leather pants. Jimmy softly nudges him getting his head back in the game. "Ain't nobody scared of you" Roman says flustered. "Then prove it tribal bitch" I say, Jimmy and Jey's mouths hit the floor and they both laugh. The crowd begins chanting tribal bitch over and over again. "YOU CAN'T CALL ME THAT! RESPET ME! THIS IS MY SHOW!" Roman screams, throwing a fit "AT SUMMER SLAM BE PREPARED TO GET SMASHED!" The three of us laugh as the crowd continues to chant and Roman has a meltdown.... We did it!

#wwe #roman reigns #jey uso #jey uso one shot #the bloodline #solo sikoa #jimmy uso #the usos #i'm the one

[outerbankspov]

Best friend (RC)

Warning: mention of cheating/ orgasm denial/ vanilla/ rough sex/ squirting. smut 18+

-summary : your boyfriend topper cheats on you over the summer break and you seek comfort from your best friend Rafe Cameron who you happen to “love” over the period of time after your break up with his best friend. A close touchy friendship turns into more then the to intended to. (Based of the movie LOL)

•

It was your second year of college and you where so glad to be back and see all of your friends and your boyfriend topper Thornton, been with him for a year and is so excited to see him today.

“Topper!” You shout with open arms. He smiles widely and pulls you up into a hug. “Hey!” He kisses you and you both lean against the wall and smiles.

“Missed me?” You ask.

“Yeah.” He nods and leans down.

“How was your summer?”

“Good. Uh hooked up with someone at the club.”

“Oh- “

“Hope that’s okay?”

“No yeah yeah. I uh . I’m actually seeing someone to. Just to try.”

“Hoped you saved his number. Wouldn’t want you being alone”

Jerk- jerk you thought. You thought he actually cared for you? Liked you? Gosh you hate hate hate him.

You walk away ignoring the calls of your two girl best friends Sarah and Kiara. And your boy best friend the one and only Rafe Cameron.

Running into the bathroom you cry a bit. Hate that he thought it was okay to just Cheat and tell you like it’s okay, so casually.

•

“Hey come party with us?” Your best friend Rafe tells you as he walks into your bedroom. Laying beside you and nuzzling his face in your neck. You laugh and hug’s him. “Not if toppers gonna be there.” You mumble. You guys broken up 2 weeks ago.

“Fuck him, he’s the one who cheated on you. You should be thriving like I know you can.” He tells you. Rafe has a way with words and it always melts your heart. Your best friend, the one you tell everything to. You love him.?? As a friend. Yeah.

“Fine. can you pick out a outfit for me?” He nods and kisses your open collarbones and sits up. “We going hot or sweet?” He asked you. You think while taking your hair out of the pony tail and decided on hot.

“Hot obviously, post breakup” you smirk and got out of your bed in just a tight tank top that hugged your cheats and underwear. It was just Rafe and he was your best friend, it wouldn’t be his first time. His eyes scan your body and you smile shyly.

“Hot it is. I’m gonna go make something to drink to be ready and then we’ll head out.” He winks and you smile. Before he leaves you call him.

“Yep?” He says holding your door.

“Thanks”

“Yeah!” He walks out and you grab the outfit he suggested, laughing at how exposing it is’ but then again it’s Rafe. He picked out a white crop top with a high waited black skirt. You put on your outfit and noticed that it’s Rafe’s favorite shirt because it shows your boobs and your nipple piercings. You curl your hair and put on mascara. “I’m back” he shouts.

“In the bathroom” you shout back. He hums and walks into the open bathroom door to see you doing your makeup in the vanity mirror. Your long silky hair was behind your back that was slight arched and that was a view, it made his heart slip a beat. You move to your lips and put on red lipstick. “Woah” he stops at the door frame and you smile at him through the mirror. “How’d I look?” He shakes his head and walks behind you. “You- you look hot”

“Watch your words Cameron wouldn’t want the wrong idea”

“Maybe that was my idea” he smirks. You both look at each other in the mirror before you feel the cold of your drink on your skin. “Drink so we can get going”

•

“Y/n ! You came!” Sarah yells as she brings you into a drunken hug. “Sarah! Hi” you hug her back and spot topper starring at you. Rolling your eyes you back away from the hug and smile. “I’m gonna get a drink!” You tell Sarah and look around to find those pair of eyes that you love. “Right here doll” he grips your arm and pulls you into the kitchen. “Have a drink with me.” His eyes seem darker, maybe it’s the lighting or it’s him.

“What’s to drink?” You look at the table full of liquor and your eyes meet his again. Him already looking at you with a smirk. “Rum and coke?”

“Trying to kill me cam?”

“No.” He laughs and hands you a red solo cup. He watches as you take a sip, watching your lips connected with the tip of the cup and wishing that it was his dick instead. He would never tell you that.

“It taste… gross” you smile.

“Oh come on! I know you like it. Say it”

“Nope” you shake your head and walks closer to him.

“Come on say it for me Y/N/N.” You’ve never noticed how tall he was until now, of course you’ve hugged him a trillion times but tonight seems different.

“Yo Rafe can I uh talk to you?” Topper interrupts and Rafe would think you would back away but you don’t. You just look at his cheats waiting for topper to leave.

“Give me a minute?“

Topper nods and looks at you for what seems like a lifetime before walking away. Finally looking up at him he smiles. “Your good here alone?” He asks.

“I’ll be fine.” He nods and drinks the rest of his cup. “Text me if anything, I mean it y/n.”

“Will do” you salute him and he walks away. You sigh and look around, smiling when you spot John B. Making your way through the sweaty bodies you finally sat down beside him.

“John B!” You cheer as you give him a hug. John B has always been your closet friend, when your mom kicked you out at 14 John B took you in, why? Because he really cares for you and never understood why a parent will kick their daughter out and lie to the whole figure 8 that she decided to leave.

“Hey “y/n/n how are you?“ she looks down and shakes her head. She’s always honest with John B.

“Top cheated on me.”

“My god I’m sorry. He’s a jerk” he tried to comfort you and it works.

“Thanks” you smile and lean in and hugs him.

“I’m gonna go dancing with Sarah so be right back!”

You Stan up and spot Sarah dancing on one of the coffee tables and you join in.

“Hey girl!” You yell.

“Hi!” She wraps her arms around your neck and dances with you and soon or later Rafe is walking your way, it almost feels like slow motion before you finally fall into his embrace kissing him felt like a bunch of fireworks exploding In your stomach.

“Take me upstairs” you mumble more like whimper in his mouth. He growls and grabs your hand and drags you up stairs and into his bedroom. You look at him and breath heavily. “God look at you. Beautiful. Beautiful” he walks to you and kisses your lips gently, and then your neck and then behind you ear. Loving the sounds you make because of him.

“Rafe” you whispers. His hands are now firmly on your waist. Possessive. “What do you want?” His breath sending shivers down your back making your week. You feel like sobbing. You Just need him.

“I- I want you.” You whisper.

“Want me to do what? Come on mama tell me”

“I want you inside of me please”

“My girl, want daddy doesn’t she?”

“Yes please” the way he’s talking is making you almost week. Losing your self to his words, slowly making your way into sub mode. He thought you where the most beautiful person alive. Your nibbles hard and showing through your white top. Your puffy lips waiting to be kissed. He wants to ruin you, ruin the innocents.

“Take off your clothes” he tells you. Voice almost stern.

She takes off all her clothes and stands their waiting for his next order.

“Mmm can I take off your clothes?”

“Go ahead” he smirks.

In action his clothes are off and he’s inside of you, thrusting into you hard and steady. You where a moaning mess, the way he was hitting that sweet spot had you lost in words, lost in thought, completely letting him see you at your most valuable state of mine. Trusting him with you. He was the love of your life.

“Harde-r harder Rafe.” And he obeys. Thrusting into you hard watching your body move up and down. His hands moving all over her bare body. Hiking her legs up to hit deeper.

“I’m- I’m close. Slow slow down” he nods and kisses her neck. “I- I” you stutter trying to get the words out. “Take your time. Take your time” you whine at how deep he’s hitting. You almost feel him in your stomach, the way his rough hands are so gentle but firm on your delicate skin is getting you closer then before.

His lips attached to your boobs and he sucks on it, pulling the piercing and striking pain in your body.

“Rafe?” She managed to say through a moan.

“Yes baby.” His forehead is pressed to yours and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I- I love you” your legs make a home on his back and he groans in your ear and you try to push him in deeper.

“I love you more y/n… so so much” she whines again and kisses his lips. “Can- can I cum?” You ask him. He’s in awe, the way you ask for permission makes him closer.

“Hold it. Wait wait for me so we can go together” and she nods immediately. Trying to hold in. After a few more rough thrust he taps your wait 3 times. And you both cum together. Moaning loud together, your hands gripping his hair tight. You gush around him and finally it’s over. You both look down to see him slowly pull out of you, your mix juices covering his cock and your wetness on his stomach and your thighs.

“Did I just squirt?” You say breathlessly.

“Yes and it was the hottest thing Ever” he smirks.

“Thank you.” You say.

“For being my first” you smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“To scared.”

“Don’t be.” He leans down and kisses her.

“Use the bathroom” he smirks. She laughs and gets up and walks to the bathroom.

“I love you. Be my girlfriend” he walks into the bathroom and pulls his underwear up. You look up at him and nod.

“Love u. And yes I will love to be your girlfriend.” He leans down and you stop him. “Let me get off the toilet first” you laugh but he ignores you and kisses you.

You where finally with the right person, someone you want to be with for the rest of your life. He loves you and you love him.

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #drew starkey x best friend!reader #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x smut #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x reader smut #outerbankspov #outerbanks rafe #SoundCloud

[wooahaes]

beach body

pairing: non-idol!s coups x chubby!fem!reader

prompt: my own insecurities

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: body insecurity in summer on a beach. a few suggestive comments, one implying sex later. lowercase intended + not proofread.

daisy’s notes: im slightly in cheol brainrot hours im sorry. also i started writing this two weeks ago.

if there was one thing you knew as a fact, it was that seungcheol loved you with his entire heart and would never understand where your insecurities came from.

you’d had this conversation with him before, actually. the first time it’d come up, he’d admittedly ended up a little heated and stepped away to calm down (he’d had a long day already, which you couldn’t fault him for, but you were thankful he knew when he needed to step away before things became worse) before he listened to you. it wasn’t that you hated your body, because you didn’t. it was just... a little hard to stop comparing yourself sometimes when all you saw in magazines and on TV and on social media were boosted pictures of women who were likely photoshopped to look perfect. at one point it was no curves, and then it was curves in the right places only (lest you be seen as ugly, despite the fact that there were plenty of people who were busty and had a little bit of a tummy still). things were changing, yes, but that didn’t erase the number of people who still wanted to erase anyone who didn’t fit into their shameful ideal of “beauty”--ableism and all. seungcheol knew that you were always passionate about that, too. he’d heard your rants late at night while brushing your teeth about the gross way people sexualized bodies or the way that certain things were fetishized like those qualities didn’t belong to a living person with interests.

it was, admittedly, something else he loved about you. you always knew when he appreciated your passion because he’d wait until the conversation was completely done before he kissed you and told you that he loved you. he respected you fully and never did it a moment before (he’d kissed you early by accident once and then apologized and told you to keep going because he was absolutely listening and offering his own commentary in form of questions to understand better).

but seungcheol knew that you still faced insecurity, despite how much he loved you or every compliment people threw your way (his friends, yours, his family... anyone and everyone always seemed to comment on how you looked in a positive way, lest they want to face his judgmental looks). whether that be the shirt you picked out, or the makeup look you were trying out for fun, or the nail color you decided to dabble in: it wasn’t going to erase the ugly parts of being bigger in a world that hadn’t caught up to the idea that every person deserved love and respect no matter how they looked. let actions define a person’s worth, not how aesthetically pleasing they are to certain people.

he was surprised you’d agreed to coming to the beach with jeonghan and joshua, actually. he knew you kind of hated showing too much skin, especially in a crowded place, but you were far from immune to the summer heat. besides: you had him. that was enough to make you feel beautiful any day. all you had to see the love-struck look on his face whenever you did anything to know that seungcheol had your back.

yet you stood in that changing room, feeling your confidence melt into nothing faster than ice cream on the beach. something about the way your stomach stuck out, or the chub of your arms and thighs, or the fat collecting underneath your face just seemed to pile up and feel like too much to handle. you’d told seungcheol not to worry about you changing, to just go hang out on the beach with jeonghan and joshua to protect your spot. you were starting to regret it as you pinched at your skin, turning to survey your body more and more in that mirror. the heat was awful, yes, but did you want to be perceived? to be made to feel like you shouldn’t exist just because your body was bigger? it wasn’t fair.

you reached for your shirt and pulled it back on--thankful that it was big enough to function as a cover-up. you could deal with that. you threw everything else back into your bag, slipped back into your sandals, and made your way back out to the beach. seungcheol had been sitting on a towel, applying sunscreen when he saw you. he didn’t question it, because there were plenty of times he’d seen you in cover-ups rather than your swimsuit: he just asked if you wanted his help applying sunscreen.

so you put on a brave face instead. “only if you can keep your hands to yourself,” you teased. “there are people here, cheollie.”

he chuckled, leaning in for a quick peck. “i’ll control myself,” he promised. yet when he reached for the hem of your shirt, you ducked back. “love--”

“i don’t think i’m going to swim or anything,” you said. “i’ll be fine up here.”

seungcheol frowned at you. “you were talking about how much you wanted to swim on the way here.”

“maybe i just changed my mind.”

he took your hands in his own, “can you be honest with me?” his voice was cool and even. no accusations, no anger to be found in it at all. just a genuine question for you to answer because seungcheol knew you too well. “did you say you’d come just because i wanted you to?”

you shook your head. “you know i genuinely wanted to come. i like collecting seashells with you.”

“did somebody say something?”

another shake. “i literally haven’t spoken to anyone since we’ve gotten here.”

seungcheol decided to scoot a little closer, just so that his knees were touching your own. “is it just a bad day?”

“it feels stupid it call it that.”

he pouted at you. “sometimes i don’t feel confident, too,” he said. “everyone can have days like that. it’s okay. just tell me what you need me to do so i know how to comfort you right now.”

you took a deep breath, exhaling it slowly. “i dunno. i just kept looking at myself in the mirror and i kept thinking about how much bigger i am than other people. and i know other fat people exist, cheol, but it doesn’t change the fact that people are still weird about it. they say to “lose weight” for “health reasons” but forget that it’s hard to do that and that some people can’t do that because of their health.” you intertwined your fingers with his own. “and that it’s not instant, y’know? like... just telling someone to “lose weight” doesn’t mean they’ll just instantly fucking do it. and i got caught up in thinking about that stupid shit.”

“are you worried someone’s going to tell you that?” he asked.

“i mean... yeah? a little? because people are nosy.”

“well,” he said. “i wouldn’t. and you know joshua and jeonghan wouldn’t, either.”

“yeah?”

he smiled at you. “is there anyone else here who’s opinions matter to you?” he craned his neck, looking around just to hear you chuckle. “is your doctor here?”

“cheol--”

“you always tell me that strangers’ opinions shouldn’t matter,” he told you. “so they don’t matter. no one who knows you and loves you is going to force you to make a change unless something is putting you in danger--and we both know that’s a different story. all you’re doing is trying to enjoy life right now.” he pulled one of your hands up to his mouth, pressing a kiss against your knuckles. “do you want to go swimming?”

it was hot as fuck. “yeah, of course. and i wanna find seashells with you, dummy.”

“then you need sunscreen,” he smiled. “do you want to take this off now?”

you couldn’t let him go without a little bit of teasing. “are you still going to control yourself?”

he smiled, already toying with the hem of your shirt. “for right now...” he leaned forward, pressing his lips against yours for just a moment. “but i can’t promise i will later.” he waited just for a moment, giving you a moment to back out, to stop him. then he lifted your shirt, pausing only when you moved to help him pull it off. “lay down on your stomach for me.”

and you did, letting seungcheol hover over you to apply sunscreen to every hard to reach place for you. with the two of you fully covered, he offered out his hand and nodded toward the water. when you accepted it, intertwining fingers again, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss against your lips one last time.

“i love you,” he said, that same tender look in his eyes when he smiled at you. “don’t ever forget that you’re the most beautiful person.”

#wooahaes.fic #seventeen imagine #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt x you #s coups x reader #s coups x you #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x you #seungcheol fluff #s coups fluff

[lyssiesleakedmemos]

Your favorite Bodybuilder is a Sadist

Real life 🌶

Rough/Sadism

Summer was approaching fast, and nothing could stop the row of girls from their life or death race to perfect their bikini bodies. Their synchronized pony tails swishing and pristine sneakers thudding against the dueling treadmills. Nothing could distract them from their mission, that was, of course, until Dave walked in.

Eying him like a piece of meat and then exchanging a series of looks that said everything they needed to say. This clearly wasn't the first time they gushed over him. I chuckled to myself from behind the front desk where i greeted him and checked him in. They would have killed for my job at that moment, and they would have looked a whole lot better in the hideous uniform. He was precisely the sort of man they were sweating for. But none of us would have guessed the sadistic urges behind the beautiful body.. even less that it would actually be ME he'd end up taking them out on.

To tell you the truth I wasn't terribly impressed with my first interactions with Dave, don't get me wrong he was never rude but he wasn't warm either and as someone forced to greet patrons all day it was clear he wasn't the friendliest of the bunch. He was undeniably attractive, a gorgeous bronze body full of rippling muscles on his towering frame.. I didn't even think that body type particularly did anything for me, but it must have because the moment he first approached me, I melted.

It was casual, but the more he came in, the more time he made for me. We had little jokes, and part of me hoped his line of fan girls saw it.

Before anything came of it I had switched jobs and as far as I knew that was that until an unknowingly fateful day came in the form of a friend request from a familiar name and a more familiar face. I was caught off guard, but when I saw the number of friends he had, i wasn't even confident it was anything more than clicking "add" on every profile he crossed. Upon further inspection, I decided it was an act of self-promotion because it turned out this man was a much bigger deal than just some hot guy at the gym.. he was a known and awarded bodybuilder with dedicated fans. Dave competed across the country and made a name for himself in a niche that he thrived at. Okay, so maybe I was impressed.

The expected happened, absolutely nothing.

Until it did.

I was out getting plastered with my best friend shortly after a break up when my phone buzzed, and through the blurs of the swirling night, I saw his name. He was at a different bar,  in a different city on the same elixir. All the confidence he drank, he poured into messages confessing how bad he wanted me and for just how long that had been the case. Just like that, the bar became an underwhelming backdrop to the excitement of my phone. Back and forth, we went through venue changes all the while I questioned the reality of what was happening. "Message me when you're sober. See how you feel then"

The sunlight tore through the blinds the way it only does after a night of drinking blazing over the face of yesterday's makeup. That's when I saw the message already waiting for me, "I'm sober now, I feel no different."

Day in and day out, the messages flowed in each piece of the puzzle that was his dark twisted mind. "I have desires, I can't explore with anyone else." He trusted me like a dear friend but craved my destruction at his hands. He told me everything he intended to do to me when he got his hands on me. I was obedient and offered him a time and place.

Besides my nerves, I was also sick that day.. I warned him, but he remained unphased. He was coming over. I anxiously paced the floors, my house was falling apart, my body was no match for his, could I really let him see me nude living in squalor?Why me? Why now?

Times up, his head lights burst through the window he had arrived to take what he was promised.

After a few minutes of conversation while he downed a drink, he took me in with wild eyes. "I'm scared," I blurted. "I'm not," was all he said before kissing me. The game began, and he kissed me increasingly rough while his calloused hands explored my body. "I love your fucking tits." Peeling off my dress leaving only the red lingerie I wore just for him. Guiding my own trembling hands to feel his achingly hard cock. He ordered me to the floor, on my knees, staring up at his intimidating frame. Dave shoved himself into my irritated throat, using my head like a toy smashing into my face harder and deeper. Choking on every inch of him, allowing me only seconds of reprieve to violently gag and gasp before he reentered my mouth. He watched my agony joyously.

I could hardly take it anymore when he let me up, ripping my panties off and shoving them into my mouth. He bent me over the couch and fucked me, each crash like a punishing blow. Not a second was gentle, striking my ass and telling me what a filthy whore I was. He was more animal than man. I wondered if the girls at the gym could have handled him in his true form if they knew what I did now. He wanted to provoke me, the closer I got to tapping out the more enjoyment he got out of it. Muffled shrieks escaped through the red lace in my mouth.

Not ready to be done playing with his toy, he picked me up me up with ease dangling me upside down. He buried his face between my trembling thighs and ate me suspended in mid-air. The weight of my body was nothing to him to someone of his magnitude, especially not with the adrenaline of the hunt.

Then he threw me. He actually fucking threw me across the room. Lying there panting in disbelief I couldn't help but get a sick pleasure out up being discarded like trash with such brute strength. Part of me wanted to fight him but if this was him unchallenged I wasn't sure I'd survive crossing him.

He took use of my incompasitated state sitting on my face ordering me to lick his ass, suck his balls before burying his cock back in my throat. My throat ached but I didn't protest. Despite, everything I wanted to be the best for him even if that made me nothing more than his favorite object to destroy.

He never ran out of energy tossing me around the room, degrading me in every position like he showed up with a checklist of pent-up desires. Slapping me around till i flinched at his every move. I never knew what was coming next, and it gave him a sick pleasure. Only coming to an end when the night did.

I made a passing comment on his way out about how sore my throat was from being sick and how I could barely handle the pain of his cock. He looked at me expressionless and simply said "I know." Before hugging me goodbye, gently.

While one might think this sounds like a story that could only ever be a one-off.. I have seen him since more than once since and regularly still talk to him so this is not where this ends but I think we could also use sometime to recover before we get to the time I started losing consciousness in his car..

* disclaimer all acts were consensual and communicated beforehand had. His desire to cause pain may be controversial, but they were established prior, and I had the power to decline at any time.

[heathersbutincorrect]

I am in the mood for some chanduke so here you go. Slight nsfw!

The routine always sent Heather Duke in circles. Gaining and losing the same fifteen pounds for months made her even more of a bitch than usual. And then, a month ago, something shifted that changed everything for her.

It all started like usual. Heather was alone at home in the middle of one of her binges. Two empty boxes of granola bars were on the floor with a mountain of wrappers. She’d also polished off five cans of tuna, a tub of icing, a sleeve of cookies, all the leftover Chinese takeout, and four containers of yogurt. She was currently digging into the last of the ice cream. Her stomach hurt, but she kept going. She didn’t stop until the ice cream was all gone. She sprinted to the bathroom. There was only so much time to get it all out. About halfway through, she saw and tasted blood. She scrambled into the wall behind her, breathless and frightened.

The phone rang. Duke was quick to get rid of the evidence before limping her way to answer it. Her stomach really hurt still. She picked up the phone.

“H-hello?”

“Jeez, finally! I’ve been calling for ages. I assume you were up to your usual routine. You finally done?!” As Heather lectured her, she wondered what to do about her massive stomach ache and the taste of blood in her mouth.

“I…um…” Heather had no idea how to tell her what happened or if she would even be heard. What did she have to lose anyway? “I think something is wrong, Heather.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

The phone, which was at its limit on the cord anyway, fell to the floor. She had to expel everything else. Now. Whatever Heather had to say became lost in the background as she leaned over the sink. Red. More red.

Time was glued together, and then stretched to impossible limits. The front door opened at some point. Footsteps sprinted inside. Heather was vaguely aware of flashing lights. She was only just barely able to get out that she didn’t want to go to a hospital before she lost consciousness in a torso with red fabric that was almost as red as what she had thrown up into the sink for minutes on end.

Two voices entered her barely conscious, drugged up awareness. One was frantic, the other calmer but very exhausted.

“Is she dead?”

“No, Heather.”

“Well can you check?”

“I don’t need to check.”

“Just look, Veronica.”

“Okay fine. See? She’s not dead. Since when do you fucking care, anyway? You sent her on this path.”

“I didn’t know. I didn’t know it was actually serious. Can you just save the lecture for when she isn’t dying right in front of us?”

“Fine. But only because you had the sense to call 911. I’ll give you that. If this really is some kind of new leaf, you’ll have to prove it.”

“Where’s McNamara?”

“Coming straight from cheer. I told her her as soon as I could. Just get some sleep. It’s been over a day. I’m impressed you didn’t get us kicked out when visiting hours ended last night.”

Duke forced her eyes open. Heather was standing, a hand on her hip. Clearly in her impatient posture. Veronica was slumped in a chair and half awake.

“W-wat-“ Talking was hard, but it seemed only one syllable was enough to spring Heather into action. She ran over and picked up a cup, pushing something ice cold past Duke’s chapped lips. An ice chip. Not water, but something. She let it melt in her mouth.

“Jeez,” Veronica mumbled before leaving the room temporarily.

If Heather was trying too hard, well, Duke didn’t care. For the first time in ages, she could see Chandler with very little makeup on. What few people knew is she had a couple freckles that she kept covered up. Right on her neck. The girl was so close that she could reach out and touch them if she wanted to. Why the hell did she want to? Heather would kill her for-

“I’m sorry,” Heather whispered, breaking the silence. “I was trying so hard…to cover…how…”

Last summer. June 13th. She remembered being caught crying over cake and drunken kisses that led to so much more. She still wanted more. Every binge and purge she could possibly do did not fill the hole that was left behind by the promise she’d been forced to make. Pretend it never happened because it meant nothing. Duke didn’t know whether to be upset or angry or whether to forgive or not forgive the behavior from the last six months. She wasn’t sure if she felt anything at all, for she’d spent so long suppressing it.

“What if…” Her voice came out clearer now that a few ice chips had gone down her damaged throat. “What if you were too late, then?”

“Let’s not think about that. Look, you’re going to be in here awhile. I want to do everything I can to show that I’m…sorry…and…and I should’ve listened to Veronica about everything.”

Duke really didn’t want to think about Veronica right now. Or even McNamara, who seemed to be running late as usual. Neither of them were in the room, so they didn’t matter at the moment.

Which brought them to today. She was slowly mending. Therapy and medicine and mealtime and therapy and-well the routine was a little boring but at least she wasn’t puking blood anymore. Chandler looked at her curiously, wondering what Duke had called her into her room for a visit for. Neither of them had talked about June 13th…but they hadn’t not talked about it either. The evidence was usually all over Heather’s neck by the time she left for the day.

Veronica knew. She always knew. But she said nothing. Smart girl.

“Just kiss me.”

The words came out almost without her permission. But it was what she wanted. It was what she always wanted. She wanted a little control. Maybe even to dominate this pleading girl halfway on top of her body. Perhaps she could use this guilt to her advantage. After all, it’s what Heather would do. She smiled to herself as Heather obeyed her command. Finally some leverage in her life. And this was only the beginning.

#chanduke #heathers the musical #heathers #heather chandler #heather duke #fanfic

[vampirecatboy]

a little triple trans trio action for Weiss' birthday; modern au, suggestive in parts but overall sfw

Weiss' feet ached as they climbed that last flight of stairs up to their apartment. Ah, the joys of living in a building without an elevator. They got a decent workout every day, and on nights like these, where they had spent the better part of an hour strutting around in a pair of positively lethal stilettos, they really felt that burn. Stilettos that were no longer on their feet and instead in their hand, but still. Taking them off didn't relieve the ache.

They didn't even have their boys there to cheer them up. Dmitri had been recovering from a particularly tough day at the gym- he had come home, showered, then passed out face down on their bed. Neither Weiss nor Aja had the heart to wake him up. He always worked so hard, he deserved a break.

As for Aja, he had a mountain of homework he needed to complete by Monday, and Weiss knew that if he went out to their show tonight, he'd be too tired Saturday to work on it, then he'd have to do everything on Sunday and he'd be miserable. Aja had protested of course, but one little "Be a good boy and do your homework, and I'll reward you later" and he stopped arguing, a faint blush on his cheeks.

The shows were fun for Weiss, more so when Aja and Dmitri were there, but they could survive one performance without their biggest fans. Besides, their boys were waiting for them on the other side of that door, coming home to them made it all worth it.

Weiss turned the key and opened the door. They could hear the tv going in the living room, and based on all the cheering and shouting, Weiss would bet money on it being one of Dmitri's wrestling programs. That was good, it meant he was awake. His sleep schedule wouldn't be totally ruined.

"Where are meine Lieblinge?" Weiss called out over the sound of Friday Night Smackdown.

The tv went silent, and a smooth, pleasant voice spoke up moments later.

"In here!"

Strange of Aja not to come running at the sound of Weiss' voice, but when they got to the living room, they understood why.

Dmitri was stretched out on his back, head on a pillow, with Aja laid out on top of him, head resting on his chest. Dmitri's muscular arms were wrapped around Aja's back, holding him firmly in place.

"Welcome home," Aja smiled sweetly.

The whole tableau made Weiss' heart swell with affection. They were adorable, all cuddled together. Even on a hot summer night like tonight they couldn't keep their hands off each other.

"How was your show?" Dmitri asked, deigning to release Aja from his arms so he could get up and properly greet Weiss with a kiss like he always did.

"Darling, I eviscerated that thing," they smirked. "Had my audience in a chokehold."

"I wish we could've been there," Aja pouted.

"There will be other shows," they reassured him, petting his hair. "The girls did miss you, though. Both of you."

Dmitri pushed himself up from the couch with a grunt and sauntered over to wrap his arms around Weiss' waist, nuzzling into their chest.

"Did you at least tell them we would've made it if we could?"

"Don't worry, I explained everything." Weiss kissed the top of Dmitri's head. "They understood."

Aja hummed sadly.

"Now, if you'll excuse me, my face is covered in goop, and I'd like to get it off," they said. "Not that I don't love having both of you on me, but I am melting."

"Would you like some help?" Dmitri asked.

"With my makeup?"

Dmitri nodded.

"Sure! One less thing for me to do," they chuckled.

"I can help with your hair," Aja offered.

"Aw, you two!" Weiss wrapped their arms around both men and squeezed. "Absolute sweethearts, the both of you."

Moments later, Weiss was sitting cross-legged in the middle of their bed, Dmitri in their lap, lovingly cleaning their face, and Aja kneeling behind them, running a comb through their long, white hair.

"I'm surprised I didn't come home to you two going at it," Weiss smiled teasingly.

"Disappointed?" Aja responded, a playful edge to his voice as well.

"Only a little."

"I'd be lying if I said we didn't do anything while you were out," he continued. "I'm surprised you didn't taste it when I kissed you."

Dmitri froze, his cheeks reddening.

Weiss smirked up at him, "Was it good?"

His brow furrowed, his eyes darted away, as he set to wiping the makeup from Weiss' eyes. Probably so they wouldn't see him blush anymore.

"It was fine," he mumbled.

Aja let out a bark of laughter. "You barely let me come up for air! How many did I give you? Six? Seven?"

"Six."

"Didn't your jaw get tired?" Weiss asked.

"That's actually why I had to tap out," Aja replied. "He wanted me to keep going, and I would have, but-"

"You're both insatiable."

"What can I say? I love to eat out."

Weiss opened their eyes just in time to see Dmitri roll his.

"And I'm good at it, too," he purred. "Isn't that right, baby?"

Instantly, Dmitri went beet red, as tended to happen when Aja broke out that pet name in that tone.

"I, uh- Let's talk about something else," he stammered.

Weiss snickered.

"Fine, you're no fun," Aja lamented. "Weiss, did you want to get a shower when we finish up here?"

"It's late, I'll get one in the morning," they said. "Besides, I missed out on quality time with my two favorite boys, and I was hoping for... a little of my own."

Dmitri shared a look with Aja and smiled. The mattress shifted behind Weiss, until Aja was kneeling beside them.

"Well, I'm done with your hair..."

"And I'm done cleaning your face..."

Dmitri placed his hands on their shoulders and gently pushed them onto their back.

"We could play for a bit," Aja smiled devilishly before peeling his shirt off. "What do you think, Dmitri?"

"I think that nap really paid off." He sat up and ground his hips down against Weiss' lap. "I could go for a ride."

"As long as I get a turn."

"Well, Weiss?" Dmitri leered down at them. "How does that sound?"

Weiss' blood was running hot, their heart thumping in their chest. Their entire body was buzzing with excitement.

"That sounds perfect."

#stuff and things #5e tag #this got a bit spicier than i expected lol #might write a sequel just for me

[moonchildstyles]

malvasia

prosecco part four: dating y/n was different now that he knew how she felt, especially the things that happen when he takes her home

wordcount: 10.5k+

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Harry felt a moment of deja-vu lingering around him as he waited outside (Y/N)'s front door. The familiar weight of a bouquet of flowers was held in his hands, the blooms acting as an unmatched rival to the bright smile on his face. He could hear the shuffling on the other side of the door, (Y/N)'s voice muttering out an obscenity before following with something she apparently forgot to grab. A moment later the wood swung open to reveal her in a similar state to the first time he had come to pick her up for a date.

"Hi!" she chirped out, irises melted and soft as she took in the sight of him. She almost entirely bypassed the sight of the flowers, instead looking him over as if he were the gift for the night

"Hi," he greeted her, voice smooth and quiet for just the two of them.

His presence served as a welcome distraction, momentarily causing (Y/N) to forget about whatever she had been muttering complaints about just before opening the door. She bit at the full of her lip, backing away from the threshold in an invitation for Harry to enter, "Do you want to come in for a minute? I'm sorry, I still need to do a couple more things before we can go; I feel like I'm never ready when you come over."

"Don't be sorry, you know I don't mind," he hummed, stepping onto the small white place rug that outlined the space she made for him, "Y'look pretty enough, anyway, can't imagine what's left."

While Harry meant his soft compliment to her, he couldn't lie and say he wasn't saying it to see what kind of reaction his open affection to her would draw out. He watched on as she looked up at him with moony eyes, her hands moving on their own accord as she closed the front door behind him without moving her gaze. She seemed to flounder over her words, unsure of what to say as a glow radiated from under her skin and added to the dew of her makeup. Harry raised an eyebrow at her, waiting for some kind of response from her though he rather enjoyed the dazed silence he seemed to through her into.

The shift in his expression was enough to pull her back into her head, getting her to move her eyes from him towards her fumbling hands twisting the lock. Though he couldn't see the full of her face from the angle she stood, he could still imagine the sheepish curl of her lips and the fluttering of her lashes as she spoke, "Sure, as if you didn't see my 'shoes' for the night."

Her words were meant to be a joke, Harry knew that, but he still took it as an invitation to drag his eyes over her body while they stood in her cramped version of an apartment foyer. His gaze trailed down her form, finding her clad in another dress he was going to have a hard time getting out of his head.

It was a long, summer dress, the fabric light and bright with a pattern of tiny, baby pink flowers covering the expanse. Pops of soft green to make up the leaves and peeking vines worked to relax the pattern as it fell towards the ground. It stopped just by her feet that were still clad in a pair of fuzzy socks that brought a smile to Harry's already sore cheeks. A high slit cut through one side of the fabric, showing off the bare of her leg with every step she made. Her collarbones and décolletage were left on display with the help of the off-the-shoulder puffed sleeves that hung over her biceps. The neckline was kept simple, ruching going down the middle of the bodice to create a heart shape to the hem before the bodice tightened around her ribs. Harry seemed to be slowly figuring out her style as he found the familiar shape of a headband adorning the top of her head—this one a pearly green color that reflected pink in the light, shaped into a string of leaves that acted like a crown on her head.

An easy smile covered his features, aware of the obvious time he took to look her over. He tipped his head to the side and shrugged his shoulder in nonchalance, "Looks fine to me—gorgeous, really, but, you know."

It seemed Harry wasn't giving her much of a break between those moments that threw her into a tailspin. A familiar sheepish tint took her features, the curl of her lips wavering as she looked up at him with melted irises and something like adoration swimming in the pool of them. Yeah, Harry could get used to these kinds of reactions, definitely.

"Thank you," she finally peeped out, dropping her eyes from his own gaze as a form of self-defense at this point, right to the flowers still held against his chest, "Are those for me?"

"Of course," Harry smiled, following her eyes to the brightest bloom in the bunch—a blush-pink lily with a buttery yellow center at the forefront of the bouquet, "'S a proper date, of course 'm bringing y'flowers."

She graciously took the bundle from him, examining the arrangement just as she had the first time he had brought her something like this. "I love them," she beamed up at him, delicately holding the stems between her fingers as she slowly inched out of her doorway, "Thank you."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

Just like that, another shy reaction was drawn from (Y/N), enough to get Harry smiling with a curl of pride to his lips. It was that easy, was it? Just a sweet petname and she was giving him puppy eyes? He was going to remember that.

"I'm going to go put these in water and everything, then finish getting ready," she mapped out, almost as if her agenda was a reminder to herself more than a notice for Harry.

A soft smile took her features before she began moving towards the entrance to her kitchen, but he wasn't about to let her go that easy. "Where do y'think you're going, hm?"

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks, a genuine bite of confusion downturning her features and pinching her brow. "I'm putting these in water rem—"

"I think you're forgetting something," Harry crooned, taking a slow step towards her as the heels of his boots clicked over the hardwood floor. He watched her reaction, noting the twist of her features though she didn't make any moves to step away from him as he drew closer.

"Y'haven't given me a kiss yet, sweetheart."

Harry's smile only widened as she immediately perked up at the mention of a kiss. Her grip around the strong stems in her hands only increased as her eyes widened. "You still wanted to?! I wasn't sure, so I didn't want to assume!"

As his shoulders dropped and muscles halfway liquified, Harry swore that, if she asked, he would drop to his knees right that second to worship every bit of her existence. She was too cute for her own good, telling him she wasn't sure if he would still want to kiss her, as if that hasn't been what he's been craving and missing since the night in Tawny's bathroom (and before that really, but he didn't want to be weird and detail out just how long he'd been thinking about kissing her).

"Of course, I still want to kiss you," he told her, voice low now that they were stood right in front of one another, stray petals from her bouquet brushing against his tummy, "Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yes, yes, of course I do!"

There was something so innocent about the way she perked up and parroted his own sentiment that of course she wanted to kiss him. The baby hairs framing her face swayed around her features as she bounced in her spot, rolling on the balls of her feet with an added inch to her height from the extension of the tiptoes.

"Then, c'mere," he cooed to her, "Give me a kiss."

She practically melted into his hands as Harry cradled her cheeks in his palms. Though he wanted to keep her flowers intact, he couldn't help but close the space between them as much as he could before he dipped his head down and smoothed his lips over her own puckered ones. The contact was soft and sweet, her lips warm and plush against his as he gave a round of soft pecks to her mouth. He was mindful of the fact they had reservations across town (finally fulfilling that promise they made of revisiting that restaurant), but that didn't mean that he didn't want to spend as much time as possible lingering with her kiss on his lips. He cradled her face delicately in his hands and took his time learning the difference between the fruity taste of her lipgloss and the sweet taste she seemed to carry naturally.

After planting a few more tender kisses against her pout, Harry reluctantly pulled away. A final press of his lips was granted to the very corner of her mouth, a hum sounding from (Y/N) at the contact. When he drew away, he caught sight of the way she seemed to lag after him, only just barely fluttering her eyes open as he scanned over her face. A tiny bit of her gloss was smudged outside the lines of her lips, enough for Harry to clean up with a gentle swipe of his thumb just under her bottom lip. She watched his face with rapt attention, her moony eyes visible from his peripherals.

When he was satisfied with his minimal cleanup job, Harry dropped his hands from her face and positioned them on the curve of her waist. He gently urged her towards her kitchen, setting her up to finish the tasks she had started on before he distracted her.

"Go ahead, sweetheart, finish up. I'll wait here for you," he crooned, speaking through the smile on his lips. He nudged her down the hallway, reveling in the way she seemed more than dazed at this point.

After a moment, the lag in her brain caught up and she practically stumbled through her first step towards her kitchen. "O-Okay," she stuttered, nodding her head more for her benefit he was sure, "I'll be right back."

It only made Harry's heart that much fuller when he caught how many times she looked over her shoulder to him, checking if he was going to wait for her just as promised. It wasn't until she had her bouquet all squared away and she disappeared to her bedroom—not without one final look in his direction, of course—did Harry let out his own breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

He felt warm now in the presence of all her things, something like a shot of novocaine working to relax and liquify his muscles as he breathed in her scent and threw his gaze around to her now familiar apartment. Now that he knew her feelings towards him, Harry had all the confidence in the world to do the things that made him happy. And, making her flustered with such shy reactions and sweet smiles was what made him happy. He couldn't wait to see how far she was going to allow him to take it.

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"Are you sure you can't stay with me a little while longer?"

(Y/N)'s pouted lips were just a pucker away from getting Harry to bend to any of her wishes. She fluttered her lashes at him as she pled for him to stay just a minute longer at her apartment, the flourishing of her curled lashes being something he didn't think she was even aware she was doing. Really, if she looked at him like that for just another thirty-seconds he was going to set up camp at her apartment and move in if that's what she wanted.

He'd been at her place for the better part of two hours at this point, having taken her up on the offer to come up when he had dropped her off. Since then, they'd been bundled up on her couch, shoes left by her front door with a forgotten movie playing on the television before them. Tonight had been a wonderful replay with added scenes and special, pink-tinted bonuses of their first date, the air of openness and comfortability between them making it that much better. He was more than grateful to get more time to spend with her before he had to go back home, not having gotten enough of her throughout dinner. But, as the hours ticked by and the impending plans of the following morning loomed closer, Harry couldn't draw his time out with her any longer.

"'M sorry, sweetheart, I can't. I've got some 'business brunch' meeting in the morning with a bunch of other executives for team building." Harry rolled his eyes at the stupid event that was in the way of him staying with (Y/N) any longer. He had already dodged this team building thing for months and he was out of excuses this time.

"Okay," she settled, visibly deflated at his denial, leaning into the doorframe she was guarding as if she could physically stop him from leaving. She had camped out in front of the door when he had finally convinced her to walk him out, having stopped before letting him go to try her hand at another round of pleas and avenues of conversation to distract him from leaving. "But you'll text me when you get home?"

"You know I will," he promised, dimples denting his cheeks at her sweet request, "Can text y'when I get to m'car even, if you'd like."

"Oh, no, you don't need to do that," she waved off, turning to unlock the front door for him, "I'm already walking you down."

Harry's brows cinched at her offer. "You're not walking me down, love, stay inside. I'll be okay."

"No, I want to go with you." The look she shot him over her shoulder was filled with sincerity, a final effort to spend a few more moments with him.

And, who was he to say no to her?

"Alright," he sighed, reaching for his keys he had left on the table by her door, "Put your shoes on and y'can walk me down."

She immediately perked up at his compliance, slipping on a pair of fluffy pink slippers that almost matched her dress. Once her shoes were on, she looked to him for approval, letting him see that she had done what he asked and was ready whenever he was.

"Those are cute," he prattled, taking her hand in his before opening the door, "They match your dress."

"That's what I was thinking! If it didn't look stupid, I would have worn them to dinner tonight," she laughed, her fingers fit snug between his as he escorted her down the flights of stairs to his car.

An easy silence settled between them, Harry reveling in the lingering sound of her laugh and the way it felt to be under the moonlight with her. He was hyperaware of her hand in his as they reached the visitors' set of parking spaces; he didn't want to feel the cold ghost of her hold when he had to let go.

"Thank you for taking me out tonight," (Y/N) sighed as they approached the space he was parked, a reluctant undercurrent to her tone.

"Thank you for agreeing to come out with me," he countered, squeezing her hand in his.

As they stopped on the driver's side of his car, he pulled her to stand in front of him, between the door and his chest. The angling was perfect, allowing the cool, violet tones of the moon to shine over her in shimmering rays. Her eyes mimicked that of the craters in the sky with the way she looked to him with a moony gaze, both of her hands wrapping around his one in an encompassing hold.

"Would it be too much to say I'm going to miss you?" she whispered, voice sheepish to match the shy curl of her lips.

"Definitely not. I know 'm gonna miss you the second y'let go of m'hand."

Harry watched for her tender reaction. She shyly tore her gaze from his, fixing her eyes onto their joined hands with a sweetened smile curling over her lips.

"Me too," she peeped, voice almost quiet enough to get swallowed by the pounding of Harry's racing heart. After a moment of her distracted gaze, she shifted to look up at him through the frame of her lashes, "Will we see each other again soon?"

"Jus' tell me when and I'll be there," Harry promised.

"Even if it's tomorrow?"

"Especially if 's tomorrow."

(Y/N) breathed out a laugh at his quick-witted response, cradling his hand that much closer to her chest. "Drive safe, okay?" she requested, the sound of her slippers shuffling against the pavement as she moved closer to him.

"Of course. I've got to be in one piece so I can see you tomorrow, right?" Harry teased, a softened set running under his words despite his joking.

A beat passed before she chirped out her own question: "Can I kiss you before you go?"

Harry shook his head affectionately, dropping her hand from his to cradle her cheeks between his warmed palms. "Y'don't even have to ask, sweetheart."

She managed to pucker her lips through the smile on her mouth, allowing Harry to pull her in for the long kiss she had craved at the beginning of the night. He fit her bottom lip between his two, guiding her through the growing familiarity of the contact. While his hands affectionately held her cheeks, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the heigh of her cheekbones with green painted nails, her own were tucked against his chest. He wouldn't be surprised if she pulled away worried about his pulse with the way his heart was hammering against his ribcage. The gloss that had lingered over her lips had long faded, leaving just the taste of her to carry him through until he saw her again (he was beginning to secretly hope that she wasn't kidding about asking him over tomorrow).

If not for the fact they were outside with the time ticking closer and closer to midnight, Harry would have kept going. But, he wasn't going to make (Y/N) stand outside in her thin dress and house shoes for any longer just because he was feeling greedy. He was the first to reluctantly pull away, leaving a lingering kiss to the full of her bottom lip before giving her space to breathe.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he whispered, the words just for her in the middle of the moonlight.

"Goodnight, Harry," she gazed up at him, irises melted and fingers flexing against his chest as if she wanted to cling to him, "Don't forget to text me."

"Promise," he smiled, stepping away from her with his hands lingering on her form as he brushed them down her shoulders and the length of her arms, "Now, get inside before y'freeze. 'M not leaving till I see y'get up those stairs."

Though Harry hated when she had to go, he loved to watch her leave with the lingering glances she cast him over her shoulder. This time, he was granted with a small wave of her fingers to him before she was out of sight, following the curve of the stairs that took her to her floor. Once he was sure she was safe inside, he made his own exit.

The drive home was filled with thoughts of her, his body warm in the same places she had touched—his hands were blazing with the phantom hold on them with the imprints of her hands on his chest glowing through his skin. He was undressing when he got home, reaching for his phone to send the text he had promised her when another notification caught his eye.

It was from instagram. He was tagged in a new post, the accompanying thumbnail on the grey bar doing little to reveal what photo he was mentioned in. Once he swiped over, the points where he felt (Y/N)'s contact the most seemed to go up another degree in temperature.

Lighting up his screen was a photo he didn't recall her taking at their table for dinner, the centerpiece of a glowing candle serving as a partition between her plate and the main view of his side of the table. His hand with the tattooed cross was laid on the table while it seemed his other was holding his wine glass. His face wasn't in the picture, but with the tag placed just over the sliver of his exposed chest that was captured in the frame gave him away (though, it wasn't like he had much posted to his own account anyway). The filtering and angling of the photo gave enough of a romantic air to it that Harry felt pride puff at his chest for the fact he was being posted to her social media in a way that made it clear he was more than just a friend.

Her caption was left simple:

even better than the first time

He couldn't agree more.

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(Y/N) 🎀

I can skip my 11:30 class on Friday if u wanted to get lunch!!! I'll just have one of my friends send me the notes!!

Harry knew that it was more than a little rude to be giving majority of his attention to his phone while Mitch was trying to talk to him, but he couldn't find it in himself to really care. The sound of his friend's voice was becoming something of a background monologue as he nodded along to whatever story was being told, though his eyes never left the screen of his phone. His lips were spread into a tender smile as he read over her text, the added punctuation looking especially sweet knowing that it was because she was excited to see him.

You shouldn't be skipping class, love. We'll get dinner, instead, on Friday.

Aren't you in class right now, even?

The welcome sight of the three grey dots popped up on the bottom corner of the screen, holding Harry's attention as he awaited her response.

A new blue bubble had just popped up when Mitch's voice called out his name, "Right, H?"

"Mhm, yeah," Harry answered, quickly making a point to pull his eyes from his phone to look at Mitch across from him.

He had a raised brow that could be seen over the frames of his dark sunglasses, the rays of sunlight that filtered through the shaded pergola above them emphasized his unimpressed features. The restaurant's patio furniture suddenly became uncomfortable as Harry could only imagine what he had just agreed to with the way Mitch was looking at him.

"Yeah, you agree? You think Sarah and I should break up and I'll move to Poland?"

Harry breathed a laugh at Mitch's words, sounding less humored by the situation than embarrassed to be caught. "Sorry?" he offered, knowing there wasn't much he could say to get out of his inattention.

"Sure," Mitch drawled, leaning his forearms on the glass patio table, "I know you've been a little distracted lately, but that was a bit much."

A small curve of his friend's lips let him know he wasn't in any real trouble, but he still felt a bit bad for his lack of attention. Especially since he was itching to check (Y/N)'s message, even after he was called out.

"Who are you even talking to anyway?" Mitch prompted after a moment, the shade of his glasses shielding the intensity of his gaze.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, "No one important, it was jus' work stuff."

He and (Y/N) hadn't quite defined what they were doing with one another other than the shared feelings they held, so he didn't really want to spill any details in case she wasn't ready for the others to know. Once one of them knew, the news would spread through the group like wildfire, along with a slew of questions and nosy spectators whenever they were together. So, despite the way he was closest to Mitch out of all the friends of the group, he was going to wait it out, even if it meant telling shit lies that were several levels below believable.

Even under the shade of his sunglasses, Mitch was able to get across exactly what he was thinking under the lenses. "Really? You were smiling like that at a work email?"

"Well, it was—" Harry floundered over his response, thankful when he saw their waitress approaching with a pair of dishes in her hands.

He was granted a small reprieve while she—their waitress with a name tag spelling out Vicky—ran through her script, telling them to enjoy their meal and she would be right back to check on them. Mitch let the subject go for the moment, instead focusing his attention on the plate in front of him.

Harry ran his knuckle under the tip of his nose, clearing his throat as he flicked his gaze across the table. "It—The email, it was jus' good news about some numbers, so—"

"It's okay, H," Mitch laughed, pausing the cutting of his burger to focus his attention on his friend, "You don't have to tell me. Or lie."

A heavy breath left Harry's lungs, "'M sorry, I jus'... I don't—"

"Don't worry about it—really. I'm happy you got a good work email, and that's all I need to know." An easy smile covered Mitch's features, using the cover of the work email to tell his support.

"Me too." Harry smiled, "Thank you."

Though the air was now cleared, Harry still wasn't able to shake the urge to check his messages. Would it be really rude to take a look after all of this?

Mitch must have noticed his squirming and the twitching of his hand that refused to reach for his phone, "You can check, I don't mind."

A sheepish smile was shot across the table before Harry picked up his phone, the screen coming to life with the thread of (Y/N)'s messages across the screen. Two new blue bubbles popped up in the time that he was distracted.

(Y/N)🎀

yeah but its just a review day im not missing anything, dad

but fine I won't skip for you but only if I can pick where we go for dinner

Harry was aware of eyes on him as an easy smile bloomed across his face.

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"Can we go to your house?"

(Y/N)'s bubbled request only deepened the dimples dipping into Harry's cheeks. "If that's what y'want," he agreed, his hand on the back of her seat with his body twisted to get a look out the rearview as he backed out.

"I feel like I never go over there, but I like your house. It's nice." Her smile was audible in her tone, Harry not even needing to look at her to picture the bloom of her lips.

"You know you're more than welcome to come over, whenever y'want," Harry offered, sliding his hand over the back of her seat as he righted his position. As soon as he shifted into drive, (Y/N) was quick to grab his hand, fitting her palm against his and filling the gaps between his fingers with her own.

"Don't say that unless you're ready for me to bother you all the time," (Y/N) joked, bundling her other hand atop his.

"Could never bother me, you know that," Harry countered, his tone much more tender than the teasing she'd given him, "I can never get enough of you."

From the corner of his eye, Harry caught the way she dropped her head with a smile facing their joined hands. "You mean that?" she said, voice soft. Her fingertips tenderly traced designs over the back of his hand, Harry swearing that he could feel something like heart shapes over the skin.

He was more than grateful for the stop sign he pulled up to. With the lack of cars piling behind him, Harry took his time reaching his free hand over the center console and fitting his palm around the curve of (Y/N)'s neck. The glow of the dashboard lit up her features as he tugged her to him, her hair tangling between his fingers.

"Of course, I mean it, love," he crooned to her, leaning into her space. Though his hand on the side of her neck worked as a steady weight, she was free to pull back if she wanted to. Harry's heart stuttered in his chest as he felt no resistance, instead noticing her warmth nod into his hold. "You know that, right? You've been listening to me, right?"

Her lashes fluttered over the wide of her eyes as her gaze was fixed on his own. "I-I am, I'm listening," she let out, a dreamy look passing over her irises.

A tender curl of his lips softened his features, his pupils dilating as he took in every detail of her face. Gone was the sparkling gloss she started off the night with on her lips, the curl of her lashes having fallen over the course of the date, but she hadn't lost the glow he had caught radiating from her skin the second he picked her up. God, was he lucky that no one was behind them.

The hand on the back of her neck pulled her that much closer to him as Harry tipped his chin to smooth his lips over her's. The kiss was simple, an indulgent moment that couldn't wait until they got to his home. (Y/N) melted into his grip, his hand on her neck serving as a steadying hold that held her to him.

Harry drew away first, finding the same dreamy expression on (Y/N)'s face when he got a look at her features. Though he wouldn't have minded to stay in that moment, parked in front of a four-way stop, he needed to get her safe and home. And, he figured, they could do more of this at his house without the warning of others around them.

He brushed his thumb over the hinge of her jaw, dotting one more kiss on the corner of her mouth. "I know y'are, lovie," he cooed, giving her a once over before settling back in his seat.

Letting her keep his hand bundled in her's, Harry started them off in the direction of his house. He could feel her eyes still on him as he did so, a small smile quirking the corner of his lips as he took note.

"Are we going to do anything when we get to your house?" (Y/N) asked after a beat, settling in her spot with a deep breath. Her tone was a tick higher than before he had pulled her in for that kiss, a sheepish edge flowing under her words.

"We can do whatever y'want, sweetheart," Harry offered simply, taking note of her wobbly fingertips resuming the shapes on the back of his hand.

"Okay." (Y/N)'s small chirp of an answer didn't give anything away as to what she was thinking; no explanation for that shy tint to her words.

He peeked at her from the corner of his eye, finding her gaze still fixed on their joined hands. "Y'alright, love? You're being really quiet."

"Yeah," she peeped, nodding her head and looking to him with a tender smile on her lips, "I just want to get to your house."

Harry pretended not to notice the extra five he started going over the speed limit.

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(Y/N)'s shoes were left in a cluttered mess by the front door as she pranced straight towards Harry's kitchen. He didn't even think about it before he picked up her small mess, kicking his own shoes off to sit beside the pair of heels she had worn for the night.

"Harry!" she called, voice filtering from the kitchen, "Can I have some water?"

He let out a laugh at her line of questioning, "Go for it, lovie. Grab a glass, I'll be there in a second."

She chirped out a small okay! followed by the sound of her rifling though the cabinets for a cup. He found her reaching to the tips of her toes for a violet-tinted glass perched on the top shelf. Without the help of her heels, Harry couldn't help but linger for a moment in the threshold, watching as she extended her fingers towards the shelf just out of her reach.

"Why don't y'get one from a lower shelf?" Harry asked, amusement tinting his words. He watched on as she jumped at the sound of his voice, spinning on her heel with her hand fluttering to her chest.

"You scared me," she bleated, wide eyes looking to him before settling on the pads of her feet, "What did you ask me?"

The smile on Harry's lips was wide, dimples denting into his cheeks as moved across the kitchen tiles to where she was waiting for him, "I asked why you're not grabbing one from the lower shelves, instead."

"Oh," she sounded, looking over her shoulder up towards her purple glass she was reaching for, "I just want that one."

"Do y'want help then?" Harry closed the distance between them, planting both of his hands on either side of her waist with a crooked smile on his lips.

She hesitated reaching out to touch him, her hands bundled against her chest, "If you don't mind?"

Harry didn't answer, instead widening his smile before reaching for the top shelf she had struggled to touch. He kept his one hand firm on her side, the warmth of her body being felt against his chest with the way he inched closer to her form through his reach. From the very edge of his peripherals, he could see the way she tipped her head up to lock her eyes on his jawline. He easily grabbed the chosen purple cup she had set her eyes on, the advantage of his height mocking her as he settled the glass on the countertop behind her.

"Need help with anything else, love?" he asked, feeling a bit too proud of himself for helping her do such a simple task. She gave a simple shake of her head, a sheepish smile on her face as she locked her gaze on the planes of his face. A single dimple dented his cheek as she made no move to leave his hold. "Are y'sure?" he prompted, only to be answered with a minute nod of her head, spurring him on to press further, "Then why are y'looking at me like that?"

Her eyes widened a fraction of a centimeter as if she were surprised she was caught though he had been looking right at her, "I'm—I'm not looking at you in any way, just—I don't know, thank you."

His heart swelled at the stuttering of her words. "Okay," he relented with a small quirk of his lips, "'M gonna go set up a movie then, 'kay? Is there anything y'wanted to watch?"

Another small shake of her head, "No, you pick."

Harry gifted her with a small kiss to the top of her head before he left her to finish her mission for water. He could feel her eyes following after him as he turned on his heel and left her be in the kitchen, moving towards his living room. Something a little smug and self-satisfied sunk in his chest at her attention—he had craved this for so long, and it felt really good to finally have it.

Settled into the cushions of his couch as he scrolled through Netflix, Harry kept an ear out for the sound of (Y/N)'s footsteps that lingered just on the edge of the living space. Looking over his shoulder, he found her with both hands wrapped around the lavender glass, her eyes fixed on the titles he was flicking through.

"Did y'want to get comfortable at all before we start, love? I finally got makeup wipes after the last time y'were over."

A beat passed as she contemplated her answer, fluttering her lashes as if testing how much longer she could stand the weight of her mascara and the thin, pink sheen that covered her eyelids. "You got wipes?" she prodded, "Do you still have that wash I used last time?"

"Mhm," Harry hummed, already standing from his spot on the couch to lead her up to his bedroom, "C'mon."

She was quick to step after him, pausing for just a second to place her water on the small side table saddling the couch. He offered her his hand, reaching behind him as he started up the stairs. Her smaller palm slipped against his, fingers wrapping around the width of his hand. A slow smile spread over his features, his cheeks holding somewhat of an ache from how often he was repeating this expression in her presence.

He led her across the hardwood flooring, the sound of her socks sliding against the polish giving away her position as he brought her to his room. Once he crossed the threshold to his bedroom, he swung her around to stand in front of him, nudging her towards the bathroom. He reached around her and flicked on the lights before urging her over the tiles.

"I wasn't sure if these were any good, but the woman at the store said these were really popular, so I hope y'like them," he mused, bending to reach under the sink for the blue packet of wipes stowed away for her, "And I've still got that wash in that drawer if y'wanted to use it."

Her irises were melted and soft as she gazed up at him, something dreamy passing over her gaze as Harry matched her look. "Thank you, Harry," she settled on, tone tender.

He took a small step back, planning on leaving her be as she worked through her routine. "'M gonna finish setting up downstairs, but jus' come down when yo—"

"You're not staying?"

Harry stopped in his tracks at her line of questioning, glancing over his shoulder to where she was standing with a furrowed brow in the threshold of the bathroom. She held the packet of wipes in her hands, fingers playing with the metallic flap as her eyes fixed on him.

"What was that, love?" he paused.

"I just thought you were going to stay with me. But, I can meet you downstairs if that's what you wanted to do." She wiped away her pouted expression as she finished, bouncing on the balls of her feet as if it were her suggestion.

"No, no," Harry shook his head, already backtracking on his socked feet, "I'll stay with you, love. Wasn't sure if y'wanted me to, that's all."

(Y/N) seemed content now that he was opting to stay with her, her shoulders loosening as she gestured for him to join her in the bathroom. He took the cue easily, taking a spot on the closed toilet lid to sit beside her station in front of the mirror.

"Thank you," she chirped, looking to him through the reflection in the mirror.

Harry shot her a sweet smile, a garden of affectionate flowers blooming in his chest at the fact she was wanting him close. Balancing his elbow on the muscle of his thigh, he propped his chin in the palm of his hand. His positioning gave him a perfect view of (Y/N)'s profile as she started swiping at her skin with the damp cloth. An easy silence settled between them as more and more of her natural features was revealed in streaks of clean skin. If Harry hadn't been watching her so intently, he swears he would have missed the small look she tossed in his direction with how quick it was.

Catching the sheepish glance she flicked in his direction, Harry kicked his foot out to nudge at her ankle. "What was that look for?"

She gave a half-shrug of her shoulders, fixing her eyes on her reflection instead. "Sometimes I forget you've seen me without makeup on—I'm not used to that," she answered, her voice muffled as she passed the wipe over her glossed lips.

It was Harry's turn to let a pinch pull at his brows, "What do y'mean?"

Her eyes flitted to his with the help of the mirror, nonchalance painting her tone, "Usually, guys I like don't see me without any makeup on."

The answer rolled around in Harry's head for a moment. Was he one of the lucky few that got to see her in what she considered her vulnerable state? The roses that had bloomed in his chest acted as if they were going to claw their way out to get closer to her, her presence acting as the sun that birthed them.

"Until?"

"I'm not sure," she started, chirping out her easy answer, "I've never gotten comfortable enough with any of them to find out."

The roses in his chest wilted a moment as he processed her answer. He felt sad, even leaning into something tinted with anger that she had never been treated right; the sweetest girl he'd ever known was never made to feel comfortable in her own skin around people she deemed worthy of her attention. While the blue moment pinged in his chest for a second, it was quickly replaced with a vivid unfurling of pride that painted the blossoms red again. He wasn't one of the lucky few, he was the lucky one.

"Are you comfortable with me, then?"

He watched as she tossed out the wipe that was now covered in the traces of her makeup. Her eyes were clear and bright, rid of the mascara that had fanned out her lashes with the pink sheen on her eyelids now replaced with the natural glow of her skin. She looked just as beautiful now as she did when they started the night, and he had been the only one allowed such a view.

Lucky him.

A shy smile took (Y/N)'s features, curling her lips into a softened smile that beckoned him closer. Harry couldn't resist the draw of her, following that small cue and standing from his spot on the toilet lid. Her eyes followed him as he stood to the full of his height, a raised brow prompting her to answer his question.

"I think so, yeah," she murmured, tipping her chin up to look at him as he stepped closer in the limited space, "You make me feel safe—I think that's the best word for it."

Something like pride filled his chest at her words. He couldn't deny the roll of protector he had taken up when it came to her; he enjoyed the rewarding feeling that came with caring for her, especially when she had asked him to in the first place. Mimicking their position from the kitchen, his hands landed on either side of her softened waist.

"Do y'feel safe, right now? Here with me?" His voice was kept soft, a sweet secret just for her.

A soft fluttering of her fingers was felt against his chest, her grip curling into the fabric of his shirt. She softly tugged at him, the motion seemingly happening out of her own volition. With each pull of his shirt, Harry couldn't fight the beckoning of her touch. He dipped his head down and placed a delicate kiss to the soft of her cheek, the tip of his nose skimming over her skin. The fingers in his top flexed, the fabric bunched in her fist and pulled him that much closer.

"Hm?" he prompted, still looking for her answer though his lips trailed down to cover the line of her jaw.

"I-I do—I do feel safe," she stuttered, voice turning breathy.

He let out a soft hum, his trail of kisses moving across her skin in gentle presses. (Y/N) shuffled forward, pressing the length of her body against his as she melted into his hold. The bathroom was left silent aside from the soft sound of his kiss against her skin, inching closer and closer to her ear before dropping down to the curve of her neck. His hold on her hips tightened as he backed her up, pressing the curve of her spine into the countertop behind her. Her body was kept firm against him, her own hands sliding a shaky trail from the bottom of his chest to the tops of his shoulders.

His lips clung to her skin, never lifting and instead skimming over the expanse in affectionate kisses. A soft breath was exhaled through (Y/N)'s nose as he hit a particularly tender spot at the base of her throat, her hands sliding up farther from his shoulder to wrap around his neck. Her fingers locked at the nape of his neck. With her new hold, Harry felt subtle nudges of her pulling him from the map he was marking over the soft of her neck to her mouth.

A smug smile curled his lips as he followed her tugging direction. Pulling back just far enough to catch her eyes, he found (Y/N) with a familiar dreamy haze over her eyes, now at full force and swimming through her irises. Something akin to a whine was exhaled through her pouted lips as she pulled him with a firm tug around his neck.

Harry's smile only broadened at the sound, a satisfied puff filling his chest. He scanned over her features, skimming the planes of her face and noting the warm glow that emanated from her skin.

"H," she breathed, nudging to the tip of her toes in an effort to pull him back.

He resisted her attempts, his smile stretching just a hair further. He couldn't turn down an opportunity to play with her.

"Ask me for what y'want, love," he prompted, a sultry undertone wrapping around his words. In an encouraging move, he ducked his head and gave her a small kiss to the space before her ear, "Go on, sweetheart, tell me."

A beat passed with a shaky breath leaving (Y/N)'s lungs. Her linked fingers broke apart as she dug her fingertips through the baby hairs on the back of his neck. "Can we—I want to kiss," she whispered, "Please?"

His smile was pressed into her skin as he skimmed over the line of her jaw. Looping his arms around her middle, his hands spanning over the planes of her back, Harry pulled her from where she had been pressed against the counter.

"Is that what y'want?" he mumbled against her skin, "Want me to kiss you?"

A shaky nod of her head was given in response.

"C'mon then," he prompted, drawing away from the affection he was spreading over her skin, "'M not kissing y'in another bathroom."

Finally, he was able to crack the haze that tinted her features and fixed her moony gaze onto him, a small smile ticking over her lips. "I wouldn't complain."

Standing to the full of his height, with (Y/N)'s body still bundled against his chest, he gave her a challenging looking and a raise of his brow. "I know, but you're coming with me anyway."

Though he was reluctant to let her go, Harry dropped his arms around her waist and settled for taking her hand in his. Despite her playful teasing, (Y/N) was quick to fall into line and follow after him as he led her through the soft lighting of his bedroom. He pulled her along until he hit the edge of his bed, the mattress taking out his knees and bouncing under his weight as he fell into it.

He sat on his bed with his legs spread wide and his free hand laid flat behind him, waiting for her. She stood at an arm's length away, her hand still protected in his own, though she looked to him with wide eyes.

"C'mere, lovie," he murmured, a soft smile spreading over his lips. With the help of his tugging hand, (Y/N) inched closer. The hem of her dress moved like something of a dream behind her as it fluttered, delicate like a cloud that chased after her.

Once she was close enough, Harry didn't hesitate to pull her to his chest, fitting her between his muscled thighs. She was much less hesitant than when she had approached him, settling her palms along the line of his jaw. Craning his neck, he caught her lips in a warming kiss.

It was familiar by now, Harry felt grounded to the moment with her. He slotted his mouth against her's, the full of her bottom lip tucked between his two. The soft sounds of their lips coming together and pulling apart filtered through the room. It was under Harry's control that deepened the kiss, tipping his head under the warmth of her hands and drawing her deeper to him. His own hands were fixed on the thick of her thighs from where she stood between his own, her dress bunching under the flexing of his fingers.

He could do this for hours, Harry decided. He could sit here for hours, his (Y/N) tucked against him with her lips smoothed over his own with nothing other than pink-tinted thoughts racing around his head with butterfly's wings beating through his stomach. His head felt like it was up in the clouds, stuffed full with a rosy haze while the rest of him was too hyperaware of her touch, the warmth of (Y/N)'s body, and the soft noises she was making against his mouth to be anywhere than completely grounded in the moment.

Warmth bloomed throughout his body, his stomach tightening and chest glowing the more she melted into his hold. Harry inched his hands around the full of her thighs, hooking his palms around the back just under the crease of her bottom. He eased her to him with the hold on her legs, drawing away for just a second though he could still feel her mouth brushing against the full of his lips. He waited for any kind of protest as he brought her closer, any small indication of rejection that she was ready to draw that line for the night.

One never came, only a small whine leaking from between her lips as he nudged his nose against her's. With the help of her hands on his cheeks, she pulled him back to her kiss on her own accord. Harry was more than willing to take that invitation, planting his lips against her's in an adoring kiss as he pulled her that last inch to his lap. She fell into him, chest pressed to his. His hands moved from the thick of her thighs to wrap around her waist in a tight loop as she adjusted her legs to sit on either side of his hips. A rumbling worked through Harry's chest as he dropped back to lay flat on the bed with (Y/N) atop him.

(Y/N)'s breathing stuttered, the skipping of her chest felt against Harry's own just before a breathless whine fell from her lips. The noise was smothered by his kiss, the taste echoing that of the sweetness he had come to associate with her. All the while, their kissing never ceased, only small breaks granted for air before diving back in.

Harry noticed just how breathless she was becoming as he slicked his tongue over the full of her bottom lip, prompting him to draw away from her and allow a moment of reprieve. Still, he couldn't resist from planting a garden of kisses over her features. Her breath fanned out against his jaw as he dotted his lips over her cheek and across her cheekbone.

"Can we stay up here?" she asked, voice a breathless murmur that traveled to his ear.

Though he was inclined to nurture her skin with the garden of kisses layered over her features, Harry drew back with a raised brow, "Don't want to watch a movie anymore, love? I thought that's what y'came over for."

His tone was teasing, softly mocking her request though he was more than willing to indulge her. He watched on as a blink of her eyes fanned her lashes across the tops of her cheekbones, dreamy eyes never swaying from his own despite the sheepish tint that moulded her features. Her pupils were blown wide, a sliver of her melted irises remaining in a ring around the black. She looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, embarrassed for getting caught but not enough to take back her want of the sweet.

"I-... I don't know, we can stop if y—"

Harry was quick to shake his head, a smug smile quirking up one corner of his lips. "'M jus' teasing, sweetheart. We'll stay in here, don't worry. I don't even think I remember the film I picked anyway."

Before she could tailor any kind of reply to his words, Harry tugged (Y/N) down to button his mouth to hers again. She was distracted with the nature of his lips as Harry wrapped a firm arm around the curve of her waist and hooked his hand around the back of one of her plush thighs. She melted further into his hold, making it easy for Harry to roll them over, replacing each other's previous positioning. He maneuvered them to lay with (Y/N)'s head resting against his pillows, the silken nature of his dark green bedding acting as a glimmering background. With her thighs still hugging his hips, he fit himself between her legs. A gasp was felt against his kiss-slicked lips though the noise was muffled into his lips

"This okay?" he breathed out between the long pulls of her lips. His hand on her thigh slipped over the length until he landed just at the back of her knee. He hitched her leg over his thigh, her hips pressed flush against his own in a move that made his stomach tense and flutter from the contact. He was more than sure she could feel his length against her core, their kissing having formed a pleasurable spiral in his stomach that caused tension between his legs.

"Uh-huh," she hummed. Her hands that had been on the back of his neck made their own warming trail as they worked their way under the neck of his shirt and skated over the bare planes of his back she could reach.

It could have been hours that Harry had her laid out under him as he kissed over her already swollen lips and reveled in the sweet chirps and sighs that fell from her lips. His own contented noises slipped out for her to sample, the tip of her tongue delicately dipping into his mouth before teasingly pulling back, stealing his chance to taste. He could never be in any position to complain over what she was willing to give him, especially as it seemed she was giving him a taste of his own teasing medicine he had been so inclined to dole out through his soft mocks and teasing remarks. It only spurred him on knowing that she was willing to play his game.

His hand had been serving as a grounding weight, grip tight around the thick of her thigh with flexed fingers and a tensed palm. Now, the weight was shifting over the length of her leg, moving and twisting until he had it splayed against her hip with his fingers working to brush over her core. Her breathing hitched to the point Harry swore she didn't breathe for a few seconds, her chest lagging behind as he worked over her.

Drawing back in search of her reaction, Harry caught her eyes that were still shuttered behind her eyelids. He could see her eyes dancing underneath, mimicking that of the butterflies fluttering through his tummy that urged him closer to her. After a beat, (Y/N) blinked her eyes open, her gaze wide and scanning over his features in quick darts as if to take each detail in before he disappeared.

"Is this okay?" Harry parroted, flexing his fingers from where he had them stationed over the bone of her hip. She hesitated for a moment under the heat of his gaze, her kiss-swollen mouth gaping like a fish. He gave her another second, waiting to see if she was going to offer any kind of response before dipping his head down and nudging his nose to her's in a puppy's kiss. "'S okay, sweetheart, y'can tell me."

Her hands under his shirt slid up the planes of his back before linking her fingers together behind his neck. He could feel the brush of her fingertips against the sensitive skin, a layer of goosebumps rising over his heated skin. With eyes mimicking that of a doe, wide and seeking approval, she asked him, "Can we just kiss tonight? I'm sorry, I know I kind of started this an—"

"Hey, hey," he cut her off with a tender smile, his hand on her hip drifting to cradle the full of her cheek in his palm, "Don't be sorry, 'kay? We don't have to do anything y'don't want, that's why I asked. 'M not mad, especially not since I get to spend the rest of the night kissing you."

"Are you sure?" (Y/N) pressed, something like guilt floating through her irises.

"'M more than sure," he cemented, ducking his head to touch his forehead to her's, "Don't feel bad for changing your mind—I only want to do the things y'want. I mean it."

(Y/N) blinked up at him, Harry thinking their lashes would tangle together with how close he kept himself to her. "Thank you," she murmured, the full of her lips brushing against his.

He caressed his thumb over the height of her cheekbone, adoration swimming in his gaze. Her words took a pick to his heart, chipping another shard off in her honor. She shouldn't have to thank him for doing the bare minimum and listening to her and what she was comfortable with; what kind of people had she been with before and what had they put in her head that made his actions deserving of such gratitude?

"Don't thank me," he said, the words coming out like a cliche though sincerity colored his tone, "Not for this, 'kay? All 'm doing is listening to you."

With her fingers linked at the back of his neck, (Y/N) pulled him to her, tipping his chin and craning her own neck to make their lips meet. Nothing was frantic about the contact, desperation left simmering far in the background. Though they couldn't get enough of one another, the slow, languid kisses that were shared between their lips were more than satisfying. His arm that had been sandwiched between the mattress and her back grabbed at her form, fisting the fabric of her dress and tugging her tightly to his chest, though his hold wasn't desperate and dominating. All he wanted was to take in every bit of her form that he could; to learn her body in whatever way she was comfortable in letting him.

Soft sighs were breathed between them, Harry fighting to keep his own noises of contentment down in favor of listening to (Y/N). Every time she murmured his name, tugged at the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, and tightened her thigh around his hip, something in his heart swelled at the small display of her vulnerabilities, feeling more raw now that she was comfortable with the direction they were heading for the night. If he hadn't had his arm around her, he swears she would have melted into the mattress.

Aside from small breaks when breathing was hard to come by, when Harry checked the time, he found they had been holed up in his bedroom kissing for a little over an hour. He had shifted over her, moving to lay beside her on the pillows with her thigh thrown over his hip and his own leg tucked between her two. Peering over her shoulder as she snuggled into his chest, face nudged against his neck, Harry's read the time on his phone as 10:32 p.m.; they had made it to his house a little after nine, with (Y/N) having told him she was planning on heading home around ten. A smug smile took Harry's kiss-swollen lips. He'd convinced her to stay.

"What time is it?" (Y/N) whispered, the length of her lashes tickling his skin.

"Ten-thirty," he murmured, voice hoarse from disuse. He hugged her tighter to his chest, arms wrapped around her in a hug with his palms spanning over her back in soothing circles.

"Oh," she breathed, sinking further into his hold with her own arms looped around his middle, "I don't want to leave, though."

Harry exhaled a breathy laugh, drawing away from where he had tucked her shoulder under his chin. Though he felt like his lips should be completely sore from the amount of use for the night, he still rested a string of kisses along her hairline, never lifting his lips from her skin before dragging over to the next spot.

"Y'don't have to, lovie, y'know that. Stay for as long as y'want," he murmured, voice soft like a secret between them.

A beat passed with Harry keeping her hugged to his chest.

"Even if I wanted to stay the night?"

He smiled against her skin, eyes fluttering closed at the thought of getting to cuddle into her again like the last time she had laid in his bed. "Especially if y'wanted to stay the night."

(Y/N) shifted in his arms, pulling away to give him a proper view of her sleep softened features and kiss-swollen lips. A soft smile moulded her features, eyes tender with irises swimming, "Am I allowed to borrow your clothes again?"

Harry reached up and tugged on a messy strand of hair that had been mussed by his hands and the silken pillows cushioning her head. "Anything specific y'wanted for the night?"

The way her eyes brightened at his counter question filled his heart almost as much as her kiss had. He couldn't help but slip his fingers through the strands of her hair, brushing against her roots and pulling her down. He pressed an affectionate kiss to her tired lips. A dreamy look settled into her gaze when he caught sight of her features through his hooded gaze. And, he was going to get to spend the night with her.

Tonight had been a good night.

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