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gurugirl · 1 year
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Gurugirl's Wattpad & Tumblr Fic Recs
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Anything you read in these masterlists won’t disappoint but I’ve picked my absolute favorites from each blog and listed below.
NOTE: I did my best to include all my faves here but I've probably forgotten a few. I intend to add to this list (may need to make a part 2 once I hit my mentions and link limits) because I'm always reading new fics so come back often!
Angst recs (all taken from list below but specific to the more angsty ones)
Daddy kink
Enemies to lovers
Summer vibes & party fics
Personal faves from my own writings
Other blogs I love
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@1d1195
One Shot: Right Here: one bed, nightmares, enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, childhood "friendship," coworker Harry, grumpy/sunshine (I'll let you guess who's who), etc. etc. etc.
@a-strange-familiar
Series: His Memories (3 parts): you and Harry broke up few months back but still love each other. And after all these months you see him again in a party. All memories you tried to push back in your head came back with a powerful speed.
@adorebeaa
One shot: Undo Me: YN reveals a kink in front of best friend!Harry, who is curious…
@awideworldoffanfics
Series: Milking the Grip (5 parts): Harry Styles is a single dad who golfs every Tuesday. Y/N is his babysitter who also happens to work at the golf course he goes to. They’ve never run into each other there. Until they do.
@be-with-me-so-happily
Series: My Way Back Home: YN is left to figure out what to do when the love of her life, Harry, does not remember loving her. (AU)
Series: Don't Worry Darling: Y/N has her first big break as an actress as she lands the leading role in 'Don't Worry Darling'. The only problem is that her co-star is Harry Styles, who she feels has a very big ego. Tensions rise the more they film. All kinds of tension...
One Shot: Friendly Favor: When YN's best friend Harry asks for a favor, she knows it'll be difficult, but she loves him too much to say no. However, it's a dumb plan, and those usually don't end how you think they will.
Series: Laceleaf: Gemma is definitely Cassidy James' favourite Styles family member, considering they are best friends and all. And especially considering that Harry Styles is Gemma's smug and self-centered younger brother. Her life isn't perfect, and neither is she, but she knows for a fact that anything involving Harry gets messy.
@bopbopstyles
Masterlist (anything you pick here will be a pleasure - seriously)
@fkinavocado
Series: Daddy Issues: in which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them. (daddy!harry, dilf!harry)
Series: Hard Candy: in which Harry owns a candy store and he just loves giving good girls special treats… especially after closing time (candyman!Harry)
One Shots & Blurbs: Long Hair Harry One Shots & Blurbs
@freedomfireflies
Series: Playboy: Welcome to 1965, where the women are loose, and the morals are looser. Here you'll meet Michelle and Harry. You don't need to know too much about them. Just that they're both incredibly bold...and incredibly jealous. The summer of June 1965 was a rather wild one for the Playboy Bunnies but even more wild for our two dear friends. Stick around and I'm sure they'll be happy to tell you all about it. You just have to promise one little thing... Don't tell Hefner.
Series: Teach Me: 5 parts - Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend?
Series: Mafia!harry: 2 parts so far - more to come - Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right. Exhibition kink!!
@goldenbuckyyy
Series: Illicit Affairs: A series of events between your affair with Harry. (Cheating together)
@harryistheonlyoneforme
One Shot: Little Freak: pairing: dbf harry x reader (so hot - so many kinks all in one little shot - must read)
@harrywritingsbyme
Sneaking Around (a series of shorts): Best friends dad - FUCKING HOT
@helladirections
Series: Brother's Best Friend: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend, and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Ft. dom/sub, rough sex, and soft words. 
One Shot: Under Summer Skies: Harry and YN are longtime best friends back for another summer as the Dream Team on staff. Featuring getting called out by 12 year olds, two dumb best friends who can’t see what’s right in front of them, and lots of stargazing.
One Shot: Moka Pot: Do you think you can maybe do y/n and Harry having a slow morning routine? Like drinking tea together, doing skin together, basically just doing everything together? 
@itslottiehere
One Shot: I Don't Want to Hear About Him (angsty): bff!harry writes a song about bff!reader.. and her boyfriend.
@jawllines
Harry is Y/n's Criminology Instructor (2 parts)
Harry is a single dad and y/n is surprisingly good at babysitting (2 parts)
Harry & y/n are witches, they hate eachother, and something's coming (3 parts)
Y/n knows something she shouldn't and Harry does what on Fridays? (4 parts) - Boxer!harry
Harry is a grumpy mechanic and y/n just can't stop talking (4 parts)
@jarofstyles
King of the Jungle (multi part series): Y/N’s family works for a wildlife preservation society and Harry is king of the jungle or tarzan!harry
Lone Wolf (multi part series): Harry is a grumpy alpha who has given up on finding his mate or werewolf!harry
Beauty & the Beast (multi part series): Harry is a moody, withdrawn but successful creature who needs a companion who can tend to his… needs.
@lukesaprince
Series: Intruder: You were an outside hire for a promotion Harry wanted, and he despises you for it. The hatred is mutual since Harry is a bit of an asshole, until the day of an important presentation where the tension is finally dealt with - A very steamy enemies to lovers romance (domrry)
Series: The Roommate Series: After Y/N’s best friend and roommate Alex decides to move out, she’s desperate for someone to take her place. Alex seems to have found the solution in a British fresh-to-New-York musician who ticks all the boxes. He just happens to be insanely attractive and charismatic… what could go wrong? (friends to lovers)
Series: Fratboy!harry You Can Pretend All You Want: You hate fratboys and everything they stand for, so you decide to prove one wrong by sleeping with him… safe to say it backfires (fratboy!harry, enemies to lovers).
Series: Rich: Neighbour/Older!Harry. A Summer dogsitting job for Mr. Styles is a dream come true for any broke uni student. He's rich, gorgeous and finally fucks you after your weekly dinner together. A series that follows two neighbours who end up in a sexual relationship.
@moonchildstyles
Series: Aster: Harry is a tattoo artist and y/n just wants to know if he's like this all the time or if he just doesn't like her. tattoo artist!harry / lhh!harry
Series: Citrine: Harry's a witch and it's been along time since since he's been around anyone new, but there's no way he was getting y/n out of his head. witch!harry
Series: Chiaroscuro: y/n needed a job but this place is strange and the owner is even stranger. vampire!harry
Series: Prosecco: Harry is just on the edge of 30 and y/n is someone he's sure he shouldn't get involved with. until she seeks him out anyway, and he realizes no one has ever really shown her how she should be treated. older!harry
@0oolookitsme
One Shot: Dazzled: In which Harry has an uneasy feeling about Y/n’s new mission but the devil ignores his guts’ screams. But the vampire as well as his fiancé, Y/n, isn’t dumb and is quick to listen and take some weight off of his shoulders. They both soon find out, why, he was feeling uneasy. 
One Shot: Anything For You... And I: SMUTTY!!!! Dwd!Harry x Dwd-Character!Y/n
@0nlythrowharrybeaux
Friends Share (2 parts):Harry & Y/N have been practically perfect roommates for several years but the appearance of a hot new neighbor creates an unexpected shift in their relationship.
Unavailable (2 parts): Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.
@pleasingforharry
Moans & Elevator Music (2 parts): Y/N is in a rush for an interview at her new job, but her luck gives out when the elevators shut down due to a sudden power outage. At least she isn’t alone.
@purplekiwis
Breaking the Ice (2 parts): Hockey!Harry x Skater!Y/N It’s no secret that as a figure skater, you’re fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty… and your ex’s status as a player isn’t helping much either.
In the Witching Hours (will be 3 parts): Wizard!Harry x Witch!Y/N; Soulmates AU An emergency admission to the hospital gives rise to a series of strange events but luckily, there’s a cute, shy wizard around…
One shot: Tentmate: Friends With Benefits Y/N has always hated camping… until her and Harry got stuck together in the same tent. (This one is smutty AF)
@s-brant
Series: The Getaway Car: In a drug deal gone wrong, Y/N, daughter to a famous racecar driver, finds herself behind the wheel of a car with a gun to her head. A masked man named Harry demands she helps him evade the authorities, so she does the only thing she knows how to. She drives.
One Shot: Midas Touch: The night before they leave to spend Christmas with his family, a conversation with their friends makes Harry and Y/N confront the future of their marriage.
@stylesloveclub
Series: Pleasing: In which y/n is a broke waitress, and Harry is a Michelin star chef who thinks she’s cuter than a puppy. 
@swiftmendeshoran
Series: Curvy Secret/No More Secrets Daddy: Dad's best friend (dbf!) Harry x plus size reader
@tobesocourtney
Series: The Entertainer: Set in the 70s, Sky Jones meets Harry Styles, an up and coming musician and soon-to-be rockstar.
@trulymadlysydney
Series: Wait for Me in the Sky: The Flight Attendant Fic- A story of blue skies, turbulent air, and the fine line between them
Series: The Boy Next Door: A College AU-Of all the things Nova could’ve ordered, it had to be a sex toy.  And of all the people who could’ve been her neighbor, it had to be coffee shop Harry. 
@watchmegetobsessed
Series: The Sun Will Rise: You’re glad to be back at college and away from your family. Everything is back to its normal, but you have a little issue: you told your family you’d bring a date to your sister’s wedding, but you have no actual partner. An unexpected deal is made with the person you couldn’t even consider to be your friend: Harry can take the spare room in your apartment for the semester if he’ll be your date for the wedding. But can you actually live together with a guy who obviously dislikes you and you have no idea why? Can you fool your parents into thinking you’re dating Harry? And what will they think about him? Nothing is ever good enough to them, nothing that’s not as perfect as your sister, Alice.
Series: Wildest Fantasies: You’ve been struggling to finish your assignment for Professor Styles’ Creative Writing class. Inspiration is seem to be avoiding you, so to relieve some stress, you mess around with your roommates and write a rather dirty fiction of the hot professor everyone is into on campus. Due to a fatal mistake however, you end up uploading the wrong file as your attachment to your assignment and your wildest fantasies end up in the hands of the person they are about.
Good Girl (Part 2): sugardaddy!Harry / CEO!Harry x Reader
@watermelonlovershigh
One Shot: Three AM Spooning Sex: You can’t fall back asleep after having a wet dream and wake your husband Harry up which leads to some spooning sex at three in the morning.
One Shot: Boob Sucking & Pussy Fingering: Harry wakes you up early one morning with kisses to your face and neck and then after asking to make you feel good, ends up sucking your breasts and fingering your pussy until your come.
@writerpetals (writes optional male lead smut but you can easily imagine any male *coughharrycough* as the males are described as tall, well-built, with a nice head of hair - read anything this author writes - it's good, you will find almost any trope - ENJOY)
One Shot: Lakeside: werewolf!au, werewolf x reader
@zayndrivesmeinvain
Series (wip): The One That Got Away: In which Harry and Alena were college sweethearts, however, all of that has changed and the only thing keeping in contact is the fact that they have a child together. Is it possible for them to even get to a normal standing friendship or is that long gone? dadrry x oc | single dad!harry
i hit my link limits so was unable to insert link to part one of their series. check out their masterlist and you'll find it!
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1-800-TITS = @1800titz (added May 21)
Series: The Devil is a Gentleman: "My name is Eros," the masked male cocks his head a smidge at her, and, if only slightly through the shadow casts between the parted zipper, Isla catches sight of a smile tugging at his lips on the latter fragment of his statement, "But you already know that. I'd hope, anyways. We've had a chat. Or two." His lips - his mouth. Isla ogles the latex through the peepholes of her own and wonders what shape the rest of his features take, what carves and forges his face, how his nose slopes, the assemblage of it all. "I think I recall, vaguely," she teases. "Mm. Vaguely. I'll take note of that. Well, although we are acquainted," Eros smooths his fingertips over the arm of the chair, a lavish facade of plastic masquerading. The latter fragment of his statement prompts the steady bump of her heart to spur behind her ribcage. "You will address me as Master." Isla swallows. Despite her prior train of thought looping so intently on the tracks to decipher what she believes he'd look like beneath his mask, it's entirely derailed by the serious note in his previously light cadence. She wonders how a mere introduction manages to send such a thrilling rush rolling down her spine. Eros leans forward, forearms braced to his splayed thighs, almost as if to bend to her level. "Or Sir. Master, Sir, it's all the same to me. Your preference." OR the one in which there's a sex club, Greek stage names, the exploration of boundaries, an open house, a pair of dress shoes, and two sides of the same coin.
_miiki
Series: Artwork & Aquarelle: "Sierra, you go with Harry Styles." I raised up my head at the words, giving my teacher an incredulous glance. "Do I really have to?" Was the only thing I managed to say. The teacher gave me an annoyed look. "Did you not understand? You go with Harry Styles." I turned my head to look at him. At the mention of his name he glanced up, and if his green eyes hadn't frozen me in place already, the unimpressed look he gave me would've done it right away.
Aggressivelyfriendly = @aggresivelyfriendly
Series: Who Names the Colors: In the last year, Joanne Smith Giles, has once again become Jo Smith. In another heartbreaking turn of events, she's also the single mother of an infant, again. She knows she can do this on her own, and better at 40 than 19, but it seems weird to be launching a son into manhood, a new career as an art professor, and changing nappies all in one day. She is so thankful when Ethan, her boy, comes home from Uni. Jo could use the help. His best friend, Harry, comes round too. And his launch into manhood may be another heartbreaking turn, for all of them
ErinAlterEgo = @yourwattpadmom
Series: Late night Talking: Alex is craving something at night, and it's not ice cream. Encouraged by her husband to explore a polyamory relationship to meet some of her more....eclectic tastes, she finds herself on a dating app for the first time in her life. She expected maybe some interesting experiences, possibly her first one-night stand ever. She didn't expect to meet a man who made her question everything about herself. Harry is on a new path in his life that is exciting and different than he ever could have imagined. He's looking for excitement, experiences, but definitely not love and attachment. When he meets Alex, he sees a whole new path that he's unsure he wants to go down, but finds it hard to resist.
Hitterj (love all of her stuff!)
Series: All This Time: The coming-of-age story of Harry and Riley who have known each other for years, but never actually knew each other. They've spent countless nights at the same parties, shared a few drinks and glances, they're even on track to graduate top of their class. What happens when out of nowhere they start to connect? Like an invisible string pulls them together, so they can experience life and love and heartbreak. Riley and Harry learn a lot about themselves, and ultimately have to choose what's best for their future no matter how difficult that can be. But does love find a way? After all this time?
Series: Kiwi: If you don't know about this one by now... go read it - super duper smutty and sweet and angsty
Series: Sweet Little Lies: All her life, Ivy Malone has known what her family was. She grew up in the deep, unforgiving world of the mob. Ivy hates her position in life, knowing that her life was never fully hers. Harry Styles was cold. He trusted almost no one, especially his family. He had learned quickly that everyone was waiting for him to fail... to fall. An empire built by his father from the blood and bones of those who stepped in his way was all he had, no matter how much he hated it. He had no choice but to carry on the legacy. And marrying Malone's daughter was the next step in fortifying their defense. With new rivals making a move for power and a mysterious figure haunting the crime families of Queenstown, Ivy and Harry have to learn to live together. A bad start leads them down a tumultuous, passionate, and downright dangerous path, but maybe they were exactly what the other needed to live the life they always craved.
MysteryMixtapes (Just go read all their stuff)
Series: Stall & Stall 2: Violence/gangs/dark
Series: Perspective: Have you ever met someone that made falling feel like flying?
Series: Unforgettable: "If it feels so right, how can it be wrong?"
Peanutboyfriend (read all of Birdie's stuff - you won't regret it)
Series: Aerial: In Malibu, California in 1965, a surfer and world-famous aerialist undergoes a chain of comedic and not-so-comedic mishaps that force him to re-evaluate who he is.
Petit_cerise
Series: Devil's Due & Devil's Desire: Harry Styles, the brooding and intolerable tattoo parlour owner, meets River, a stubborn and somewhat oblivious girl, who just doesn't understand the reasoning behind his nefarious ways but is determined to find out. River comes to realize that Harry's hiding something much deeper than expected... only once those secrets come to the surface, it's too late to turn back.
Sunflowersnstuff
Series: One Word & Wonderland: We're all mad here, it's Wonderland.
ThousandYearsOfHope
Series: Lonely Nights: Willow Mackey is a quiet girl, but she is fiercely loyal and will never lie to you. Harry Styles is her brother's best friend, and someone she'll always have a soft spot for. Grown up and no longer shielded by their ages, lines start to blur, and mistakes keep being made. For the first time in her life, Willow realises that sometimes, the truth is too painful to hear. But how could she ever say no to the one person that's always understood her better than she understands herself?
Series: Pretty Boy: One night of impulse shouldn't lead to much for Joni Lewis, but when she meets the alluring Harry Styles, an opportunity arises that she can't ignore. A Harry Styles short story inspired by Pretty Woman.
Writhali (I really like everything I've read by Thali)
Series: Ambit: Gangs/violence/action/SMUT - "Hell's boring, Birdie." He claims, that cold, dead stare back to his eyes. "And this, this is what I call a Monday night."
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barblaz-arts · 2 months
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Do u have any wenclair (or individual) headcanons that havent found their way into a fic or comic of yours? One of my favs is Wednesday stashing weapons on Enid/in Enids space bc she is nothing if not prepared.
That's pretty cute actually lol
Ooh I have a few, yeah. Some of these ideas are ones i hope to put in a comic or fic somehow someday
- Wednesday's favorite season is summer. Enid is surprised because she expects it to be fall or winter. Wednesday just likes summer because it's the season when Enid puts away the fluffy coats and sweaters and wears sleeveless shirts that show off her arms and more scars
- enidtendo drew Lucas and Enid taking Bianca and Wednesday on a double date to a hockey game and I really love the thought of that being a regular thing. Maybe even movie dates to action movies. Just a really nice bonus that it forces Bianca and Wednesday to bond lol
- there was a time when they had matching lockscreen photos. Enid's was Wednesday's half of The Window while Wednesday had Enid's side. Wednesday begrudgingly did it but then got mad when Enid changed her lockscreen only after like a week or so
- when Wednesday isn't in the mood for much physical contact, Enid will show affection by kissing her braid
- Enid has a petty, one-sided rivalry with Fester for being Wednesday's favorite person ever. Fester is oblivious.
- while people think that Wednesday is too gloomy, Enid knows that Wednesday is actually fuckin hilarious
- Wednesday totally got tickets to Loossemble, Odd Eye Circle, and Chuu's concerts when they toured in America for Enid. Wednesday glared the fuck out of Hyeju.
- When Enid is mad, Wednesday scrambles to buy/cook her favorite food. When Wednesday is mad, Enid tries to find the weirdest and/or oldest shit she could see in Uriah's Heap
Bonus, married Wenclair headcanons:
- there's always a rookie detective that makes the mistake of crushing on Wednesday when she started assisting crime investigations and Enid hates it
- Since Enid is a fan of kung fu movies, I like to think that she's a big fan of martial arts actresses like Michelle Yeoh and Cynthia Rothrock. 40's Enid has a pixie cut and no longer dyes her hair because it has damaged her hair, so when she was really sad about this, Wednesday cheered her up by saying "It makes you look like that Rothrock woman you liked watching".
(Rothrock is the white lady at the end of this video fyi. Also featuring Michelle Yeoh in the chase scene)
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- Enid has a few simps because of her mild internet fame. Wednesday threatens them when they leave comments in her vlogs and Instagram posts ("i got the divorce papers ready bby just say the word" "YOU WILL START COUGHING IN THREE DAYS--")
- in the wedding, Yoko was Maid of Honor and Eugene was Best Man(or Man of Honor?). Pubert was the ring bearer. Later on, Yoko and Eugene are Vega's godparents(they also develop a rivalry over who is Vega's favorite)
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manwrre · 6 months
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It’s bordering on two weeks since Hargrove’s arrival at Hawkins High, when Steve realizes he’s crushing on the guy. Like—‘doodling hearts in the margins of his books and racking up a list of things he likes about him’ type crushing.
They’ve barely interacted after that night at the party. Outside of social gatherings, they just run in different circles; Steve, filling his time with Robin and occasionally third-wheeling Nancy and Jonathan, while Billy hangs out with the more popular crowd.
Their schedules also don’t overlap despite the blonde taking a number of senior-level classes, with the exception of gym and lunch.
The list though, is still so painstakingly long. Ego-stroking-ly lengthy. Embarrassingly indulgent, all on his behalf.
Steve would much rather nosedive into the quarry, than divulge too deeply into it with anyone.
Especially around or to the guy’s actual face, at the risk of Billy’s head becoming too big for his body (even though Steve thinks he’d make an adorable bobble head). Or you know, worse— like him, getting absolutely brained in front of everyone.
Which must say a lot about him as a person because apparently, this is his type. Beautiful, angry, conceited boys.
Regardless, there are some objective mentions on his list though.
Things that the general public would agree on, like Billy’s Michelle-Pfeiffer curls; loose and wavy but so, so golden.
His eyes are a close second, of course because Steve’s seen a lot of bright blues but Billy’s remind him of the vacation he’d spent in Aruba, as a kid. Remind him of a horizon-kissed vastness and warm water lapping at his ankles on a private beach.
The public also agrees that Billy’s got a banging body. He’s thicker than most because he actually gives a shit and ‘works out religiously’ but it’s not all muscle. His abdomen and thighs are firm but his pecs and ass have the right amount of give. A perfect amount of softness.
Steve would know because he’s had to will away many boners at the sight of them.
And Billy’s funny in a witty, sarcastic way. He grins toosharptooprettytoobright and dangerous. He’s smart too, like taking mostly AP classes smart and he’s smug about it all because he knows he’s hot shit. Of course, the bastard is self aware. Cocky. Steve likes him so much. Wants him so bad that it’s dizzying, sickening.
So yeah, there’s stuff that everyone can agree on but then….then, there’s whatever this is.
This being the two penny-sized indents at the base of Billy’s spine. Symmetrical and just defined enough for average eye to discern.
When Steve sees them for the first time though, he promptly drops the basketball in his hands. In front of everyone. During fucking gym class. Purely out of shock.
He catches himself within the same breath and quickly looks away.
Swallows.
Ignores the pointed look that Patrick sends him for flaking out, mid-pass, like some kind of freak and looks around cooly.
Because Billy Hargrove has dimples of venus.
Affectionately dubbed a sign of beauty by Michelangelo. Famed after the Greek goddess’ simulacrum. Called dimples of Apollo on men, which suits Billy all the more, in Steve’s opinion.
The sun child.
Flushed with life. Deserving of avid worshippers. A being deserving of wax poetic. Glittering, dazzling, vibrant and the Camaro, his chariot.
And he knows this because dimples are like, his freckles. His glasses. His braces. They’re a niche, little thing that he finds just devastating. Achingly cute. Nancy has a pair of them near her laugh lines that he would kiss everyday and prod at, endeared.
So he ambles on through practise a little out of breath and red in the face with his newfound knowledge.
Watches Billy jog over to the locker room with everyone else at the end; skin slick and sweat pooling at the divots of his waistband. Tempting.
He stands back and feigns trying to catch his breath, his hands on his knees. Eyes the younger boy’s retreating form from up through his hair. Imagines hooking his thumbs into the depressions of his flesh.
Relishes in the thought of splaying his hands across the width of his waist.
Feels his mouth go dry and a rush of white heat surging south.
Licks his lips absentmindedly as his cock aches to life and makes the decision to skip the locker room schtick, save anyone realizing he’s sporting a half chub.
Instead, he grabs his backpack and heads out to his car. The parking lot is mostly empty by the time he gets there and devoid of anyone interested in him enough to wave him over. He tosses his stuff into the backseat of the Beemer and speeds off before anyone can catch up to him.
It’s a short drive to his house but he spends it envisioning Billy in all sorts of compromising positions. Thinks about the flush on his skin when he plays and the heat in his eyes— wonders how easily he gives in; loud-mouth turned soft and pliant at the faintest hint of pleasure.
He barely makes it inside before shucking his bag off and stripping himself bare of sweat-sticky clothes. In the same breath, he’s fisting a too damp hand around his cock and hissing at the near painful throb. His only relief comes from the coldness of the door against his back as he slumps against it.
Precum beads at the flushed head and he gathers it all on the upstroke to ease the glide. Squeezes his eyes shut so tightly that honeyed galaxies explode behind the lids and he can’t think.
Can’t think about the consequences of jerking off to someone he sees damn near everyday. Doesn’t care enough to avoid the impending embarrassment.
Why would he? Instead, he thinks of Billy laid out beneath him, all pretty and flushed and glittering; his eyes wet with unshed tears and ruddy lower lip between his teeth as he looks over his shoulder at him. Imagines the roughness of his voice and his muscles all pulled taut as Steve knocks the air out of his lungs with each slam of his cock.
He fucks into the tight ‘o’ of his hand, already so goddamn close and conjures up the image of twin dips. Wants to paint pearlescent white across the bronze expanse of Billy’s back; let it pool where he is favored by the Gods.
The thought has him biting back a moan as he grinds into the slickness of his hold. The heat in his gut expands so greatly, so suddenly, that his hips flex with the intensity of it. Until finally,
it snaps.
Like a star beneath the pressures of gravity; with all the strength and ferocity of a supernova. And he’s spilling all over his hand in a few stiff, jerky thrusts and breathing out a low, garbled “Fuck, Billy— shitshitshit.”
And God, he’s so screwed.
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f10werfae · 1 year
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Two For One
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pairing: Husb!Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader x Husb!Michele Morrone
summary: When Y/n ends up in a polyamorous relationship with both of the sexiest men, it only makes sense for her to enjoy herself (requested by @stormcloudss )
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and should not be taken literally, the behaviour is simply imaginative and the content may be inappropriate
cara = darling
likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated♥️
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To many it was definitely unusual, but to most women, it was pure envy. For Y/n L/n to be married to two men at once? Now that was a dream. Especially with it being Henry Cavill and Michele Morrone, accompanied on each red carpet with each man on her arms. Eyes going wide every time Y/n would place a kiss on each man’s lips, definitely taking her time with them.
It all started when all three were casted to play a love triangle in a new erotic romance movie and when it came to their threesome scene; they definitely got preoccupied practicing in their hotel rooms. Soon after that the three of them began a polyamorous relationship, agreeing that both men wouldn’t date each other, but both would date Y/n.
“Give me a kiss baby” Michele growled watching Y/n walk around their kitchen, all three still tired from their wedding the night before, let’s just say their first night as a married trio was spicy as fuck. “C’mere then hun” Y/n smirked tugging him over by his tie, her lips moving against his softly before she felt another large hand on the her nape direct her to another pair of full lips. Henry’s.
“Can’t leave me out pup, m’your man too” Henry moaned kissing her lips softly, each of them putting their hand on her breasts, kneading it softly through her thin white cotton shirt. Y/n’s arms going around both of their shoulders, their other hands pulling each of her thighs apart.
“Don’t worry both of you are my men, love you both so so much” She whispered kissing both of their cheeks,
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“What’s wrong baby? Why the tears cara?” Michele asked bending down to the crying woman sat on Henry’s lap on top of the toilet seat. Both of them came home from grocery shopping to find their little love bawling her eyes out in the bathroom.
“i-i’m sorry” She stuttered out feeling Henry push her hair back behind her ears, Michele brushing the tears off her cheeks. “What for bunny? You know we love you so so much” Henry whispered kissing the shell of her ear, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly, keeping her close to his chest to keep her warm.
“I’m pregnant” Y/n said looking at them both, Henry and Michele staying silent as they stared at her, when suddenly they both cracked into wide wide smiles. “That’s great news baby, didn’t we say we wanted kids?” Michele said taking her hands in his, his fingers rubbing over her knuckles comfortingly.
“I know but we’ve only been married a few months and-“
“Shh s’okay bunny, we got you, we’re here for you. I mean we weren’t really using protection and there are two cocks in this relationship” Henry joked watching a small smile appear on her lips. “Don’t you care about who the dad is?”
“Not at all honey, regardless of who it is, we’ll raise them together yeah? You’re going to be an amazing mumma; Michele and I are going to be the best husbands you could ask for” Henry said as Michele nodded alongside him, Henry and Michele had already had this conversation. They didn’t see each other as competition, they were partners in a team, caring for the woman they both loved so dearly.
“I love you Henry” Y/n whispered kissing his lifts softly, their tongues mingling in a soft erotic kiss. “N’ I love you Michele” Y/n said turning her head to the Italian kneeling beside her, his mouth moulding perfectly against hers. “Now let us love on you a bit, take you to bed and give you some sweet sweet loving” Michele said picking up Y/n from Henry’s lap, bringing her over to their custom made bed, big enough to fit the three of them and with room to spare.
“One in each or both in one?” Henry asked winking, pulling down her pyjama shorts, before Michele answered, “Let’s try both Henry, she deserves it”
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“Isn’t she absolutely adorable Hen?” Y/n cooed holding up baby Amelia, the adorable little ball of joy cooing at her father, Michele on the other hand was sitting on the couch watching the scene play out before him. “She’s daddy’s little girl, aren’t you pet?” Henry gushed bringing her to his chest, the 11 month old shoving her hand into her own mouth as she gurgled in happiness.
“How are you feelin bun?” Henry asked giving Amelia into Michele’s waiting arms, all three of them had decided to not find out her biological father, deciding that both names would go on her birth certificate somehow. Michele blew raspberries on his daughter’s stomach, watching her big eyes smile up at him, her curls bouncing away crazily.
“Big, n’ happy” Y/n laughed smoothing her hand over her swollen stomach, pregnant once again, both men wanting it to be a fair chance of each of them having a baby with Y/n. Who would deny extra sex with two of the sexiest men? On top of that Y/n already saw how attentive they both were for Amelia, the best fathers that she could have hoped for, for their babies. After-all this was the life they wanted
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monzamash · 1 year
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say yes to life — daniel ricciardo
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daniel ricciardo x you (femreader) | 2.2k summary – a trip down memory lane. warnings – 18+ (sex, coarse language) prompt – 'you look good like this' from @percervall 💖 a/n – the third instalment of the #monzamashspecial and exists in the red desert universe (throwback to where this little blog began) x title inspired by the gang of youths song. masterlist
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You wanted so badly to go back to the place you fell in love with him. Missing the way the campfire smoke blowing in the wind made your eyes water and the screams of elation coming from the water out in the distance. Daniel loved so freely; pottering around the campsite making sure everyone was happy, content, having the time of their lives. Especially you.
The two of you had only been seeing each other for a few months, a whirlwind romance turning all the traditional rules of dating on their head. He wanted to see you in his world, away from the lavish hotels and the fast-paced lifestyle that you both hated so much. Away from civilisation as you knew it, with him, alone in the wilderness with a case of Dry, singing around bonfires and sharing kisses hidden under the stars.
No manmade structures as far as the eye could see – just the handsome man who had picked you up and swept you off your feet to the other side of the world. Returning home.
“It’s so serene out here… Peaceful.”
Your unspoken wish was to stay out here forever with him, tasting the sea salt on his lips and feeling the sand beneath your sunburnt feet. Even though it was quintessentially Daniel, right down to the number 3 painted on the side of his buggy, it also felt like you. Like you belonged in his world, the missing part to life's puzzle.
Somehow, he had found you amongst the chaos, in the hoards of people taking everything from him. Every ounce of energy he had to give. But you never took anything. And he knew in that moment that this place would never feel the same without you in it.
You were his home.
“I knew you would love it.”
He whispered it into your windswept hair as you walked along the coast, hand in hand, watching his nieces and nephew splashing in the shallow water; zinc covering every inch of their little faces.
Daniel had promised you a night alone together before you left Perth for your road trip to Coral Bay, wording up his brother in law that the two of you would be sneaking off down the coast for some alone time.
I wanna show her everything, man; he'd confessed, feeling the pressure to make every second count, right down to the minute. You were laid-back and much to his surprise, his exact energy match but he wanted you to know him. Like, really know him. He wanted to tell you all of his silly little stories like the time he nearly cut his toe open on that rock over there, or when he swore he saw the ghost of Harold Holt out beyond the rip. He wanted to share it all with you.
And while he was worried about giving you the full Daniel Ricciardo experience, you were just basking in the chance to get to know him like this. God, it felt personal, intentional the way he pointed out little fishing spots that he and his dad would sit all day in the summer holidays, chasing the shade and shooting the shit; almost always catching nothing.
“One time I caught a crayfish but it was undersize so had to throw it back… Absolute heartbreak and I lied to everyone at school when we got back in Jan – said it was this big.”
Daniel held his arms out as wide as they would go, chest out and a smile as bright as the glowing sun above, “They all saw straight through me.”
Those small, insignificant stories he thought he was telling meant the world to you. It was a glimpse into the life of a man you were falling in love with, getting closer and closer to with each passing moment. They were off the cuff tales of his childhood, mentions of Michelle and his mum making lime cordiale icy-poles, homemade no less and each one made you smile wider. Buzzing with the thought that maybe, right now, you were making memories that you would pass down to your kids.
Someday.
“Are you ready for this?”
“Maybe we should have a safe word…”
“The same one we use when we...”
You didn’t need to stop his sentence, knowing that he knew better than to finish it with his 8-year-old nephew sitting on his lap – the smirking face showing his hand. The deadpanned look you were giving him made him laugh as he leaned down and turned on the van, shoving the gear stick into place so you didn’t plummet to your death down the cliffside.
The feeling was evergreen when you casted your mind back to that day, remembering the way Jonty jumped down from Daniel’s lap and all your travel companions waved you off, hollering I miss you already and don’t get lost as the two of you drove off into the red desert, even further from civilisation. You'd all been joined at the hip for over a week now, the idea of going it alone terrified you - until you remembered that all you needed was sitting right beside you.
Ready to show you what real adventure meant.
And boy, was it an adventure, weaving through saltbushes and spotting kangaroos from the passenger seat.
“Reckon you could fight one?” You’d ask Daniel, curious to know where the boundaries of his confidence lie, “Easy.” And part of you believed him – he could do it all, fearless as he drove up and over salt plains, making you squeal as the van hopped up a 90 degree cliff, all you could see was the clear blue sky above.
“You trust me, yeah?” He asked, looking down at your hand white knuckling his thigh, long nails digging into his bare skin. I do, you whispered with conviction because you did. Wholeheartedly, but that didn’t mean your heart wasn’t in your throat the entire time, wheels screeching as the van bumped it’s way over the ledge, revving red dirt and creating a cloud of dust.
“We’re here,” Daniel cheekily announced as the dust settled and you were met with a picturesque view of the ocean – waves crashing into the cliff side, already lulling your racing heart. It was adrenaline, pure and simple. You were dazed and confused until you felt Daniel’s hand on yours, clasping your fingers with his and asking if you were okay.
You were more than okay.
“I am… that was exhilarating.”
You were wide-eyed, stunned at how beautiful it all was; how beautiful he was. You didn’t even think twice, frantically unbuckling your belt and launching yourself over the console into Daniel’s body. He could see in your eyes how charged up you were when he grasped your face in his hands, desperate to have you close after a couple of long hours of driving. You melted into his kiss until your knee accidentally nudged the gear stick, lurching the van forward.
“Fuckin’ hell!” Daniel gasped, a loud laugh following closely behind as you held onto him for dear life. Whoops, he chuckled as he turned the van off and grabbed a handful of the flannel material hanging loosely over your shoulders, matching his. In one smooth motion, he was dragging you over the gear stick again; carefully this time and making sure you were settled in his lap before he captured your lips in a strong kiss, continuing what you started.
“What a view.”
Daniel’s compliments always made you blush, still to this day but back then they washed over you like a wave of reassurance, that he felt the same way – desperately in love. Almost. They were never obnoxious or over the top, just small little words of affirmation sealed with a kiss to some inch of your skin, noses brushing from the nearness. And now every time you felt the tip of his nose tracing down your neck, breath hot on your skin, you remember that day. Like it was yesterday. The way his hands pushed up your shirt, fingertips searing across your hips and holding you up so you could really feel him.
“Thought about this all week,” He whispered as your hand made quick work of his jeans, shimming him out of the thick denim and the boxers hugging his delicious hips. Me too, you barely hummed as you arched your back and tried to rid yourself of your own shorts, accidentally pushing back on the horn and making the two of you erupt in laughter.
Daniel wrapped one arm around your waist and leaned to look under his seat, roughly pulling a lever that sent him backwards and you forward over his shoulder, a quiet squeak slipping from your lips. He could do it all and looked even sexier doing it.
“That’s better, ey?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned back in his seat and slid his warm hands under your shirt, squeezing your sides so that you knew he had you. Always.
“Much,” You simply sighed as your fingers danced down his own buttoned up flannel shirt. One by one, each button revealed more and more of his strong chest, mouth agape at the sight of the man you were falling for, head over heels. He did the same to yours, pushing the soft material from your shoulders and reaching behind your back, unclasping the latch on your cotton bra, the feeling of his fingertips sliding it from your warm skin sending chills down your spine.
“You look good like this.”
That was the first time he muttered those words to you but now it was something he told you every single day. They were the first words he would whisper in your ear in the morning as the dawning sun-rays stretched across your rosy cheeks and they were sometimes the last words he’d groan into your neck as he came undone above you, shortly before you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms. “You look so good.”
“Show me,” You whispered against his parted lips, “Show me how good I look.” It was a simple request, one you hoped to god he would fulfil. It was your first time having sex in the driver’s seat of a car, but not your last as it happened. Daniel was nimble, able to shimmy himself into the perfect position, teasing you with his slick tip, glazed with the promise of you wrapped around him. It turned out that he loved taking you like this; in a van, in his HiLux, on the back of a motorbike but especially in his Porsche. Seats back, windows steamy.
You were two pieces of a puzzle, cut from the same cloth and it made you emotional thinking back to the early days. The way his cologne mixed with your perfume was like an amalgamation of pure love, the scent to this day making your heart flutter. And it always transported you back to that day in the van, so many years ago now. The taste of his tongue colliding with yours as he swallowed you whispered moans, hyper aware of how pin-drop quiet your surroundings were. There was nothing but ocean and desolate land each way – solus.
“No ones here, darlin’ – we can be as loud as we want,” Daniel reassured you, circling you back and forth on his cock, filling you to the absolute limit as you held onto the steering wheel behind you, needing to grip something as he set your body alight.
“Don’t think I can be quiet when you touch me like that.”
A moan slipped from your lips as Daniel licked the pads of his fingers and found your clit. Visions of that day come swirling back every time you touched yourself, conjuring a memory of him pushing you to the edge to help you along on those lonely nights without him. The angle, the intensity, the intention to get you off as quickly as humanely possible, knowing round two would be taking place in the back of the van shortly after – desperation spurred you on.
The darkness in his eyes as he watched you squirm, rutting on his dick without a single care in the world but to make yourself feel good. That vision of you above him inspired his own high to build, the knotting in his stomach undeniable as you lurched forward and licked the soft skin below his ear, curls damp from sweat, skin salty and freckled from your day spent under the sun. It was unforgiving, the way your orgasm began to crescendo, riding it out slow.
Wanting this moment to last. Etched in your memory forever.
“I’m coming, Dan.”
You didn’t really need to say it because he knew. He knew from the way you gripped the roof of the car and controlled the way his hips moved with yours, holding your ground and keeping that toe curling pace he’d been teasing you with. He also knew from the violent blush creeping up your bare chest and the way your eyebrows stitched together in concentration. Identical to his, mouth left agape and in complete awe of how fucking unreal it all felt. Heavenly.
“I’m coming too, baby. Fuck, right there...” Daniel’s breath was jagged, curls unkempt from your fingertips doing their worst. Tangled and dark, a mess pressed between your foreheads as you leaned down and kissed him through your high, aching to have him close as you came undone, hips rolling and squeezing everything you had to give and taking back just as much. He always had a lotta love to give.
“I love you.” You whimpered in the afterglow. And it was the first time you’d ever said that to someone like him, someone you genuinely loved with your entire heart. Someone who, without a second thought, said it back; I love you more.
There were a lot of firsts on that trip to Coral Bay, ones that you cherished until this very day, standing in the spot where it all happened. 10 years of memories all rolled into a camper van and a couple of swags. Reams of sheets messy from reliving it all, indulging like you did as young twenty-something’s, now with real life responsibilities and on the precipice of your whole life changing.
“I can’t wait to bring her here.”
Daniel swept your hair behind your ear as you cuddled into his side, the same sound of the waves lapping against the cliff below like they did back then, lulling you into serenity again. He smiled and cradled your cheek with one hand, and your growing belly with the other. Enamoured beyond comprehension, speechless by how strongly he felt and content with where his future was headed. With you and the family you were starting together.
“I know she’s going to love it. Just like her mum.”
But for now, you could be those kids again. Dumb and falling in love. Sharing kisses under the starry night sky, holding each other close, reliving the good times and most importantly, saying yes to life.
Just like you did back where it all began.
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a//n – it's danny ric week so it felt fitting to release this on the eve of the ausgp. thank you to mar and the anon who requested the prompts used in this fic. love ya's x masterlist | askbox
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calzone-d · 6 months
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Growing (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)
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pairing: ted lasso x fem!reader
warnings: so much fluff, michelle & ted’s mom mention, ted worrying as per usual, talks of having a child
summary: just some domestic fluff and then a deep convo caused by something henry said
a/n: promise i’m alive! posting this from the basement of nursing school. but only 7 more months left then i will go crazy on here. anyways here’s dad!ted fluff to make your heart swoon. i miss ted so much, he deserved so much more 😭
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the morning sun felt warm against your skin as you stretched in bed. you’d slept throughout the night for the first time in months. usually, you’d wake up with your baby girl a few times a night. sometimes you and ted would swap off.
apparently he took it upon himself to be on baby duty all night, and you definitely appreciated the extra sleep.
if you listened close enough you could hear ted talking to henry. henry’s laughter echoed through the hallways and it made you smile softly.
henry was the best big brother to charlotte. he loved helping pick out her outfits and teach her new things. at first he was worried you’d pull away because after all, he isn’t technically your kid. luckily, after lots of pinky promises and hugs he got comfortable with the idea of a new addition to your tight knit family.
from the minute he first held her they’ve been best friends.
as you lay reminiscing, you could hear her high-pitched giggles and babbles mixed in with the rest of the chatter.
your joints popped as you stretched once more before pulling yourself out of bed to slip on one of ted’s old sweatshirts and your pajama shorts. the floor was cold on your feet, so you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and followed the sound of the laughter.
henry was in the living room, and had swapped out entertaining ted and charlotte for his video game. ted had your baby strapped to his chest in the baby carrier while he moved around the kitchen making breakfast. he had her facing forward, and her chubby little hands reached out to grab at anything he dared to pick up. her dark wispy hair and button nose were a replica of ted’s and it was even more obvious when their faces were close enough to compare.
when he wasn’t using two hands, he had one planted firmly on the front of the baby carrier over her stomach. even though she was secure, they both found a bit of extra comfort knowing the other was right there. by the way her fingers gripped his larger ones, she clearly didn’t mind.
ted made conversation with her like she was able to communicate with real words.
“the batter look good enough to you, baby?”
she cooed at him. he dipped the tip of his index finger into the batter and brought it up to her mouth to taste.
“try some, charlotte.. here you go”, his voice was soft as she mouthed the pancake batter off his finger. she was silent for a moment before she began smacking her lips.
“you like it, sweet pea?”
she cooed and squealed more excitedly this time while kicking her legs out. her actions made ted giggle while he wiped his hand on a dish towel.
after a few minutes she started reaching for bowl of batter. ted brought another fingertip up to her mouth for her to taste. this time, it drew a sharp “ow!” out of him.
“shoot, sweetheart.. feels like you’ve got a tooth comin’ in there, huh?”
she looked up and backwards as best she could at him. one of ted’s hands came up to brush her hair out of her forehead while he rubbed his finger around her gums. she grunted at him and brought her tiny hands up to hold his. ted moved to the freezer to get a gel teething ring out for her to chew on.
charlotte babbled when he handed it to her and quickly realized it gave her more relief when it was in her mouth.
“that feel better? hmm.. there you go, baby.”
he murmured to her as he went back to breakfast. when he turned around, the sight of you made him break out into a smile, while charlotte broke out into a fit of babbles. her chubby legs were kicking in the air, occasionally hitting ted’s stomach.
“well good mornin’, sweetheart.”
“hi, teddy.”
you smiled at the pair and let ted pull you in for a sweet kiss. it didn’t last very long with the way charlotte was growing restless at the sight of you. she was a daddy’s girl all day long, but she still loved some time with her mom.
ted held a strong hand against her while he unfastened her harness, which wasn’t the easiest job with how wiggly she was. you chuckled lovingly at him and stepped closer to help him out.
“mama! mamamama! mamaaa!”, charlotte’s squeals and babbles made henry want to join in on the fun.
his feet raced across the floor until he came in the kitchen and immediately hugged you. he knew to not hug you in a way that would make you drop baby girl, but still found a way to give you a routine good morning hug.
“..there you go, sweetheart. go show mama those chompers.”
with one hand around henry and another holding charlotte on your hip, you shot ted a look.
“her teeth are coming in?”, this was news to you.
ted shared his discovery with you as he finally began cooking the pancakes.
“sure are, didn’t even realize ‘til she ‘bout bit my finger off”, he jokingly waved a finger at charlotte and you all laughed as she giggled at him.
“oooh! can i see?!”, even henry was excited about her new milestone.
you sat down at the kitchen table and placed charlotte on top so that she was facing you. henry joined and held a hand to her back while you took her face in your hands. charlotte was chomping away at her freezer ring and it was already covered in drool.
you softly pulled it from her mouth, “let mama see, baby.. oh my goodness! you do have some teeth in there!”, you cooed as you gently opened her mouth to take a look at her baby teeth.
ever the responsive baby, she squealed in response to your words. she let you hold her mouth open long enough for henry to take a peek, but she realized that her mouth was starting to hurt without her teething ring.
she settled down as you put her back in your lap with an arm holding her close to you. you bounced her softly and brushed her curls from her face, “she’s growing up, ted..”
ted shot you a smile from where he was flipping the pancakes, “i know! if we’re not careful, she’ll be as tall as henry next week!”
ted’s words made henry laugh, “no she won’t dad! she’s just a baby!”
more quiet now, charlotte have a drool-covered smile around her teething ring that was slowly growing warm.
“our big girl, huh baby?”, her high-pitched giggle made you all smile.
“alright, henry these are about done. want to help me with the last ones?”
henry eagerly shot up and ran to help ted flip the pancakes. you flipped charlotte around to where she could lie against your chest and gave yourself a moment to just hold her.
she immediately pressed her cheek against the part of your chest not covered by your t-shirt. her eyelashes fluttered against your skin, and even though it tickled you had no intentions of moving her. she began growing fussy against you as her teeth began hurting again.
“shhh,” you shushed her and began gently rocking her, “i know it hurts baby, i’m sorry.”
you didn’t realize it but ted had stepped away and left henry in charge of the pancakes. he quickly returned with some baby teething gel you’d picked up in preparation for this moment.
“oh- thank you, honey.”, he handed it to you before returning back to where henry was standing near the stove.
“look at that sweet girl, daddy’s got us all fixed up.”, you sat her back on the table and she fiddled with her now lukewarm teething ring. she watched you take the cap off the gel and smear a little on your pinky.
“here, baby..” she quickly opened her mouth to gnaw on your pinky and hummed in content as the gel began kicking in.
in seconds your finger was covered with drool but it was worth it to know she was a little bit more comfortable.
“breakfast is ready, darlin’.. you want a plate?”, Ted came up behind you and put a warm hand on your back as he spoke.
“I’m okay right now, tryin’ to help out our girl here. We’re gonna come to the table though, I’ve missed you guys these past few days.”
ted smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your hair. “I’ll go ahead and put a plate in the fridge for you?”
you smiled back, “thanks teddy.”
charlotte had somehow calmed down even more after you moved her to the table and she could see everyone. her eyes grew heavy after she finally got comfortable and you moved her so that she could nap on your chest.
her chubby hands grabbed a hold of your shirt while she drifted off in your arms. mouth slightly open, she was drooling all over your pajama top but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. you were just glad she’d finally got some relief.
as ted and henry filled you in on their upcoming week, you rubbed soft circles on her back and pressed kisses to her wispy curls.
“mom, did you know my friend alex has TWO baby sisters?”, henry’s hopeful tone made you raise your eyebrows.
“does he, now?”
“mhm”, henry hummed as ted shot you a panicked ‘I’m sorry’ look.
you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the look, though. you loved the family you’d made with ted and had no qualms with expanding it.
henry continued filling you in on the details of his weekend plans with ted as he got up to put his plate in the sink. he ran to the living room to turn on the show he’s been watching recently.
charlotte stirred on your chest, and you looked at her with the biggest heart eyes on earth. she looked so much like ted.
while you admired her features, ted stammered out an, “i-i’m so sorry about what he said. i don’t want you to think- i know you just-“
“you don’t want another one, teddy?”
“wha- no! no, i absolutely do! i just.. i had no clue he was gonna say that, i’m sorry.”
“s’not anything to worry about, love. would love another one of your babies. maybe not right now, but that doesn’t mean i want that any less.”
ted seemed almost relieved, his shoulders relaxing at your words.
charlotte had begun to stir at the sound of ted’s voice, and it was clear she still felt poorly. as soon as she took in her surroundings and registered the pain in her mouth, she began to cry around her pacifier. little tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.
her tiny feet dug into your legs as she tried standing up with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders.
“hi, baby.. you’re okay sweet girl..” you shushed her.
“dada! dada!” she wailed around her pacifier. she seemed inconsolable. and as soon as ted heard her words, he was on his feet and approaching the two of you with open arms.
her outstretched arms mirrored his, and her wailing turned into whimpering the moment she was settled in his arms. charlotte turned and tucked her face into ted’s neck. she was still whimpering but had definitely settled down some.
you stood in front of them and rubbed at her back while ted cooed at her. she always loved attention from you both at the same time, so she really settled down after that.
“you’re such a good mom, angel.”
your cheeks turned bright red at his compliment.
“you’re a great dad, teddy. we love you so much.”
“the three of you are my world. how could i not want more?”
you and ted went into the living room, where the three of you settled on the couch. henry had fallen asleep in ted’s oversized recliner while watching his show, and you didn’t miss the tiny grin on his face when you draped his favorite blanket over him.
ted changed the channel to watch the day’s football match, and charlotte got comfortable against his broad chest. seeing her tiny form draped over his strong, hairy chest always does things to you. he still hasn’t acknowledged your statement, but you’d learned to give him a bit of time to mull things over in his head over the years.
her eyes grew heavy as she listened to his heartbeat and the hum of the TV. it wasn’t long before you followed, drifting off with your head on the armrest and feet in ted’s lap.
ted rubbed her back while her breathing evened out and spoke up after a few minutes, “you’d really want another?”
a smile spread across your face, “of course, ted. absolutely.”
ted nodded silently and you could tell he was beginning to overthink.
“talk to me, babe.”, you poked your foot into the side of his thigh. when you first met him, he would’ve denied anything was wrong. he would’ve pushed it down and bottled it up.
now, he found comfort in telling you his fears. he let himself be scared and be taken care of by you. he’d come such a long way from the dark place he was in when you first met.
“you don’t think i’m gettin’ too old?”, his voice was small and he kept his eyes fixed on charlotte as he spoke.
“ted you aren’t old! i call you my old man but it’s out of love. you have so much life and brightness in you.. being old isn’t anywhere on your radar yet.”
“but, what about when my mom pulls some more bull again, talkin’ about me movin’ to kansas n’all that? because now it won’t just be her, it’ll be another one she’s gon’ try to use as leverage and-“
“ted, breathe.”, you’d sat up now and rubbed at his arms that were wrapped around your daughter.
“that.. what happened when your mom came here last time isn’t going to happen again. we’re not putting any of us through that regardless of if we have another one or not.. did she call again?”
“yeah. last night while you had the kids in the bath. throwin’ all kinds of stuff out there about this being a ‘phase’ n’all that. told her to call me if there’s an emergency and just hung up.”
you were both silent, and you could tell his blood was boiling just as yours was.
“i’m proud of you ted. i know she’s being.. difficult.”
“m’just scared because.. havin’ another just gives me more chances to screw ‘em up and i don’t- i couldn’t.”, his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in his arms as his voice grew tight.
“you haven’t screwed anything up. you love these kids, you love me. you were literally meant to be a dad and, shit, a husband too. you have the most gentle, kind, loving heart. there’s not a single bit of me that worries about these kids with you.”
“s’just so easy to imagine sometimes, you know? I worry about somethin’, then I imagine it happenin’ and I start circling the drain..”
“you’re growing and learning too, just like them. it’s okay to worry, hun.. but they’re here, and they’re wonderful.. they’re you.”
“it has been brought up by the boys lately.. especially now that she’s getting older.”
a smile had finally appeared on his face.
“just think about it, ted. doesn’t have to happen tonight. just want you to know that i’m beyond happy to have another baby with you, love.”, your words were exactly what he needed to hear.
“we may need to get to practicin’ then..”
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my-soupy-brain · 5 months
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Next Door Neighbor: Part 1
I have oodles of prompts I am starting to answer and draft but I’ve been playing with this one and wanted to get your reaction. No clue where it’ll go. Aiming for a three parter? Maybe some Michelle angst? We will see. Hope you enjoy!
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relationship: Ted Lasso x Reader (F)
warnings: pining, lust, masturbation
Description: Ted Lasso moves next door and you make friends.
You’d seen him outside a couple of times, your new neighbor. He had a mustache, dark hair swooped neatly. He wore training clothes but more often than not, just a Kansas City t-shirt.
“Hi, neighbor,” you said one day, taking a little break to cross your lawn while washing your car. “I’m y/n.”
You put your hand out and he accepted. “Ted. Ted Lasso. Nice to meet ya,” he offered in return with a charming smile and dimples.
He was handsome. Broad shouldered and sturdily built. His forearms had some muscle, while his torso had some softness to his tummy. A neat seat of teeth set behind a small mouth and a wide brown mustache. 
“How do you like the neighborhood?” you asked while wiping off your hands. You noticed your t-shirt was a little damp from the hose.
“Oh, I love it so far. It’s very nice. I just got back from a couple years in London, coachin’ soccer over there. Or, football as they call it.”
You smile. You remember seeing him on TV when your friends watched a match. 
“I knew you looked familiar.”
“Guilty as charged!” He laughs with a masculine chuckle.
“Say, you need help with that car washing’? I’ve got a spare set of hands here.”
You nod and agree. “That’d be great if you don’t mind!”
Ted grabs a sponge from the bucket and helps, asking you about your life: What brought you to Kansas, what you do for a living, where you’re from. 
He smiles to himself as he watches you wash your car, the soap and water clinging to your shirt, which is clinging to your breasts. He tries to shake the image out.
After you’d dried the car down and tossed the sponge, you thank him.
“Aw, anytime for a neighbor.”
The following week you pop over to Ted’s noticing his SUV in the driveway. A knock on the door and a smiling Ted Lasso greets you once again. 
“Well hello there, neighbor!” he chimes, opening the door for you. 
“Hey there, Ted! I hope you like cookies. Baked them myself,” you say, offering a big platter covered with plastic wrap.
His eyes sparkle and he smiles at the gesture. His mind wanders back to London for a second, when he was the cookie baker.
“Thank ya so much! Come on in, have a seat. You got a couple minutes?”
You nod, and he whisks the platter away to his kitchen. You take a look at his humble decor. Neat and tidy. Photos of him and a little boy - must be his son? - sit on the mantle. He’s got a framed AFC Richmond jersey hanging proudly and photos of him with his team. 
“You look like you had fun over there,” you offer when he comes back. 
“Oh, I sure did. Nothin’ like takin’ a broken engine and making’ it run again,” he says with a smile, offering you a seat on the couch.
He offers a glass of fresh sun tea and you accept, chatting lightly with him. You can’t help but smile when he talks. His sweet voice, his sense of humor. He beams when he talks about his son, Henry. 
“So what do you do for fun around here, now that you’re back?” you ask brightly, hoping to find a way to spend more time with him.
“Oh, I go to football games, and watch my son play his sports, y’know. I like playin’ darts at the pub, well, bar. Sorry, still tryin’ to shake my London vernacular.”
You smile at his charm again. 
“I’m awful at darts.”
“I could teach ya!” Ted offers brightly and you smile. “That’d be great, Ted!”
You make plans to hang out tomorrow night at the bar a few blocks away. The best boards in town, Ted says. 
….
At the bar, you wave at Ted when he walks in the door, and he bee-lines to where you are in the back. 
“First round’s on me,” you offer and Ted tries to shoo you off. You shoo him off first, putting your card with the waiter. You can help but let your cheeks warm when he smiles at you.
The waiter brings the drinks — a whiskey and cola for Ted and a gin and tonic for you — and you chat a few minutes before Ted claps his hands.
“Dart lesson!”
You pop out of your seat and head over to the nearest dartboard, which Ted throws some change into to light it up and pulls the darts from the holes. 
“What do you call airballs in darts? That’s how I play,” you laugh, and he laughs with you. 
“Not by the end of this lesson you won’t,” he chides. “OK, stand right here...”
Ted’s hands position you where to stand, and he turns your body at your waist for the best angle. You feel a tingle up your spine. His hands are so big and warm, so strong… he’s so broad chested and he smells like a woodsy cologne and…
“OK, ready?”
Oh no, you weren’t listening. “Can you repeat that last part?”
Ted smiles and blushes. He knew where your thoughts were going. He positions you again and helps you hold the dart, pulling it back at your wrist. 
“Best to stop sudden, let the dart sail, don’t direct it.”
You throw the first dart, and it doesn’t do great with your aim, but it at least lands on the board. 
“There ya go! See? Made contact. Step one complete!” 
Ted steps to the line and chucks the dart like an expert, hitting it damn near the bullseye.
“You weren’t lyin’, Ted! You’re damn good at this!” He smiles. 
You step to the line, and he helps position you again. His hands on your hips now, a little lower than before. He’s standing a little closer. His breath a little heavier. 
“Right there, just like that,” he says with a gravely Southern voice that makes your entire body shudder. 
He smiles to himself when he feels the electricity from you. He helps you pull your arm back as you throw the dart. Another hit.
You squeal in delight and Ted smiles, proud. He can’t stop looking at your smile, how your hair bounces when you jump on your toes. 
The game goes on, you share more drinks, more laughs, more stories. He tells you about London life, the team, and when you make it back to the table, his divorce. You share about yours. You both share how it’s affected you, how you’ve grown. Therapy has helped, and you share that, too.
The night goes on, and you decide it’s time to call an Uber and head home. 
“Split one with me? Going to the same place, basically,” you laugh and he nods. 
Once you’re dumped out at home, Ted stands tentatively with his hands in his pockets. 
“You wanna…” you both start at the same time. “Come inside?” you ask and he smiles. “That sounds mighty nice.”
He comes into your home, noticing all your books and art. A space that’s very much yours. It makes him happy. 
A shared drink, some more shared stories and laughs, and Ted decides it’s time to head home for the night. 
“Thanks for coming, Ted, it was so nice hanging out with you tonight. Let’s do it again soon,” you offer, opening your arms for a hug. Ted gratefully accepts. 
But the moment is perfect, the lighting just right and when he pulls away, you both stop and look into each other’s eyes, then lips, then eyes — and you both lean into the middle.
Ted’s soft lips kiss gently, and yours do too. But when you feel his tongue against your lips you open to him. It deepens quick, your breath coming short and fast through your nose, your hands clutching his back, his cupping your low back and ass. 
When you finally break apart after what feels like a century, Ted’s eyes are glazed over. 
“Holy moly,” he murmurs, making you smile. “That was…something…”
You smile. “Do you wanna stay…over?” you ask, hoping he agrees so you can find out what else he’s good at doing. 
Ted smirks and chuckles. “Oh, as much as I’d love that, sugar, and I would… I’m going to be a gentleman and go home.” 
You pout a little but respect his decision, and when he closes the door, you rush to your bedroom and open your dresser drawer.
Once you’re nestled in bed, you close your eyes and think about the kiss. About Ted’s hands, about his scent, about his broad, sturdy chest, about the way his tongue danced with yours. 
You turn on your toy and let your body run with the desire. Images of Ted’s body dance through your brain, and you think about how good it would feel to be under him — filled by him. 
Oh, God, it would be amazing. He’d kiss you and push into you. Maybe he’d spank you if you asked. 
Oh, my God! Oh, God…
Your stomach turns and tightens with the thoughts, the toy working just right, and you climax, calling out his name, cursing, shaking, trembling. 
You smile and lay blissfully staring at the ceiling, more desperate than ever to get more of Ted in your life. 
And on his back deck, enjoying a final bottle of beer, Ted’s ears turn red and his cock tents his joggers as he listens to you moan his name next door.
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armagnac-army · 1 month
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callsigns-haze · 30 days
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Short love: Chp 4
Just a little skip
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Summary: The is about widowed father Bradley Bradshaw who enlists his brother-in-law Jake Seresin and childhood best friend Robert Floyd to help raise his three daughters, eldest Donna Jo Margaret (D.J for short), middle child Stephanie and youngest Michelle in his San Diego home. 
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader
Warning: Fluff, flirting
As Saturday morning dawned, Y/n and Jake found themselves nestled together on the couch, wrapped up in each other's warmth as they savored the quiet moments of the morning. The soft light filtering through the curtains cast a warm glow over the room, creating a sense of coziness and contentment that enveloped them like a warm embrace.
With a contented sigh, Y/n snuggled closer to Jake, resting her head against his chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It had been a month since their first date, and in that time, their bond had only grown stronger, deepening with each passing day.
As they sat together in comfortable silence, lost in their own thoughts, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway, signaling the arrival of DJ and Stephanie. Before they knew it, the two girls came charging into the room, their laughter filling the air as they launched themselves onto the couch with reckless abandon.
"Morning, Aunt Y/n! Morning, Uncle Jake!" DJ exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she settled herself next to Y/n.
Stephanie followed suit, giggling as she climbed onto Jake's lap, her tiny hands reaching out to playfully tug at his hair. "Morning, guys! What are we doing today?" she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
Y/n and Jake exchanged amused glances, their hearts full as they looked upon the two girls who had become such an integral part of their lives. With a smile, Y/n wrapped her arms around DJ, pulling her close in a tight hug.
"Well, first things first, how about some breakfast?" Y/n suggested, her voice filled with warmth.
Jake nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he reached out to tickle Stephanie, eliciting a chorus of giggles from the little girl. "Sounds like a plan," he replied, his tone playful.
And as they settled in for a morning filled with laughter and love, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share in the joy and excitement of being together with Jake and the girls.
As Y/n, Jake, DJ, and Stephanie enjoyed their Saturday morning together on the couch, they were joined by Bob, who descended the stairs with Michelle cradled in his arms. Bob's face was alight with excitement, his eyes sparkling with anticipation as he greeted the group.
"Morning, everyone!" Bob exclaimed, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he made his way into the living room.
"Morning, Uncle Bob!" DJ and Stephanie chimed in unison, their faces lighting up at the sight of their uncle.
Y/n and Jake exchanged knowing smiles as they welcomed Bob into their midst, knowing that he had something special planned for the day. It wasn't every day that Bob had a big show, and they were eager to hear what he had in store.
"Hey, Bob! What's got you so excited this morning?" Jake asked, his curiosity piqued as he leaned forward to listen.
Bob grinned from ear to ear, his excitement palpable as he bounced Michelle gently in his arms. "I've got my big comedy show tonight, and I've been practicing my jokes all morning!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with excitement.
Y/n and Jake exchanged amused glances, knowing that Bob's comedy shows were always a hit with the audience. His quick wit and infectious humor never failed to bring a smile to their faces, and they had no doubt that tonight would be no exception.
"That's great, Bob! We'll be cheering you on from the audience," Y/n said, her voice filled with encouragement as she reached out to ruffle Bob's hair affectionately.
"Thanks, Y/n! I appreciate it," Bob replied, his grin widening at her words.
And as they settled in for the morning, Bob regaled them with a few of his favorite jokes, his infectious laughter filling the room as they all joined in. With each joke and punchline, the anticipation for Bob's big show grew, and they couldn't wait to see him take the stage and bring joy to everyone around him.
With a mischievous grin, Jake reached out to take Michelle from Bob's arms, a twinkle of excitement dancing in his eyes. "Let me give it a try," he said, his voice filled with playful determination.
Bob chuckled, handing Michelle over to Jake with a knowing smile. "Be careful, Uncle Jake. She's a wriggler," he warned, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
Undeterred, Jake cradled Michelle in his arms, his heart swelling with affection as he looked down at her tiny face. With a flicker of mischief, he lifted her high into the air, eliciting a chorus of delighted squeals from the baby.
"Whoa, look at you, little daredevil!" Jake exclaimed, his voice filled with excitement as he playfully tossed Michelle into the air, catching her with expert precision.
Michelle's laughter filled the room, her chubby cheeks flushed with joy as she reveled in the exhilarating game. With each toss and catch, her giggles grew louder, filling the room with the sweet sound of her happiness.
Not content with just tossing her in the air, Jake leaned in close, blowing raspberries on Michelle's tummy, eliciting even more laughter from the baby. Her tiny fists flailed in the air as she squirmed with delight, her infectious laughter spreading like wildfire.
With a soft chuckle, Y/n leaned against the doorframe, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she watched Jake toss Michelle into the air, the baby's laughter filling the room like music.
"Looks like someone's having fun," Y/n remarked, her voice filled with warmth as she approached Jake and Michelle.
Jake glanced up at Y/n, a bright smile spreading across his face at the sight of her. "Hey, Y/n. We're just having a little playtime, aren't we, Michelle?" he replied, his voice soft but filled with affection.
Y/n laughed at the sight before her, feeling a sense of joy wash over her at the playful interaction between her boyfriend and niece. "I can see that," she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.
As she joined them on the couch, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share in the laughter and love that filled the room. With Jake by her side and Michelle in their arms, she knew that she was exactly where she was meant to be. And as they continued to laugh and play together, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and contentment wash over her, knowing that their bond was only growing stronger with each passing day.
As Jake and Y/n enjoyed the playful moment with Michelle, Jake couldn't resist letting a mischievous grin cross his face. With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned in close to Y/n and whispered, "You know, maybe we should have one of our own."
Y/n's eyes widened in surprise at Jake's unexpected suggestion, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she chuckled nervously. "Slow your horses there, Jake," she replied, her tone teasing but filled with affection.
Jake laughed at Y/n's response, his heart swelling with love for the woman beside him. "Hey, I'm just kidding," he reassured her, reaching out to squeeze her hand gently. "But can you imagine how cute our little one would be?"
Y/n couldn't help but smile at Jake's enthusiasm, feeling a rush of warmth flood her heart at the thought of starting a family together. "Yeah, I can imagine," she replied, her voice soft but filled with tenderness.
As they sat together on the couch, surrounded by laughter and love, Y/n couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment, for the chance to share in Jake's dreams and aspirations. With him by her side, she knew that anything was possible, and she couldn't wait to see where their journey together would take them.
And as they continued to laugh and play with Michelle, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement building within her, knowing that their future was filled with endless possibilities and the promise of a lifetime of love.
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andwegogreen · 8 months
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924 words, entirely inspired by this painting. historical/early 1900s, industrial town. daniel works at the factory and is heavily involved with the union/workers' rights. max is the eldest daughter of factory owner jos. thank you to @lilyrizzy and @thewindowatkirkland for cheerleading this <3
“Daniel, you need to leave. Go down to the pub, and we’ll come get you when it’s all done,” Michelle’s voice was loud, seemed too loud for Max, even as she couldn’t stop groaning in pain as another wave of it came over her. 
She had of course known that having a baby was not going to be easy, but it was never something she could’ve imagined. Victoria had told her as much as she could, having already had two babies of her own, but Max realised there was a big difference between hearing it and experiencing it, of truly understanding the pain. 
When Michelle’s words registered, she immediately grabbed onto Daniel’s wrist harder. 
“Don’t leave me, please, Daniel, you can’t leave-” 
“Maxy, I’m not gonna leave you I promise-” 
“-Daniel, you have to go, you can’t be here-” 
“‘Chelle, I swear to God, I am not leaving her. I am NOT!” Daniel never yelled, and maybe that was why Michelle gave up on arguing with him, instead leaving the room for a moment. 
Daniel crouched down next to Max, stroking her sweaty hair off her forehead and kissing her cheek gently. 
“I’m not leaving you, Maxy. I’ll be right here, yeah? Gotta be here to see you have our baby, don’t I?” 
Max could only nod helplessly as another wave of pain rushed over her, making her grab Daniel’s hand even harder. He kept stroking over her hair, whispering little things she could only half-make out: how much he loved her, how proud of her he was for this, how much he couldn’t wait to meet their baby, how he was never going to leave either one of them. 
The rest of it went by in a blur, but the only constant was Daniel. Holding her hand, stroking her hair, letting her lean back against him between pushes. And then she was there. Their daughter. Their perfect baby daughter, with ten little fingers and ten little toes. 
When the midwife placed her on Max’s chest, she could feel the heaving sobs from Daniel where he was pressed up against her. His big hands coming up to cover Max’s where they held their daughter so gently, his fingers stroking over her perfect little face. Neither of them could take their eyes off her, but Max leaned back ever so slightly, tilting her head to lean against Daniel’s as she whispered “she looks just like you”. 
It felt silly to speak louder than that, in the little bubble where only the three of them existed. Daniel’s chuckle shook through her body, the same way his crying did just moments before. 
“With a head like that, Maxy? She’s all you, through and through.” He whispered too, like he also couldn’t believe that this was happening, that this was real life. 
Max had to trace over her features, their perfect daughter’s perfect nose, the same way she always did with Daniel’s. 
“Not my nose though. This is of course yours.” 
“Your head and my nose, huh? Sounds like she’s ours then.” Max could hear the smile in Daniel’s voice, and she knew she had to see it. See his smile for the first time as a dad, in this new life for them. It was bigger and brighter than she could’ve ever imagined, even bigger than the first time he said he loved her, even bigger than on their wedding day. 
Easy as anything, Max reached out to place their daughter into Daniel’s arms for the first time. The same strong arms that had worked so hard for so many years, to provide for his parents and his sister and her children, and now for their little family, for their child. 
Daniel managed to tear his eyes away from the baby and meet Max’s properly for the first time. Seeing his smile widen, seemingly an impossible feat at that point, was enough to make her laugh, almost in disbelief. This was real. They were here. They had a daughter now. 
“So we’ve got our little Sophie, huh Maxy?” 
Even hearing the name out loud, the name that had been her mother’s, that would now be her daughter’s, was enough to bring fresh tears to her eyes. 
It had been so many years now since her mother had passed, but Max still missed her every day. She couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel about the woman Max had grown into, if she’d be proud. Max would like to think her mother would be. 
In the years they’d gotten with her, Sophie had always been loving and attentive, stepping in when their father thought she should leave it to the nannies. Max remembered curling up into her mother’s side as Sophie read her and little Victoria bedtime story after bedtime story, always agreeing to their pleas of “just one more story, mummy, please”, and how safe she’d felt there, hidden away from the coldness of her father. 
Max already knew that her daughter wouldn’t have those same experiences. She was so lucky to have Daniel as her father, would never know anything but love and support and warmth from him. 
Max could already picture him practicing his reading in preparation for her stories at bedtime, fighting the jumbled up letters for her. Max could also already picture how she’d join in, laying in the middle with Daniel’s head on one shoulder and little Sophie’s on the other, soothing them both to sleep with the same stories her mother once read her. 
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Moving On - Dave York x F!Reader Chapter 8 of The Princess and The Duke.
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Specific Warnings: Mentions of dick, mentions of sex toys, so much yearning, angst, step-cest, Mentions of poor parent-child relationship, parents touching sex toys without consent, mentions of childhood trauma(forgotten birthdays), food mention.
Big shout out to Hemmy (@angelofsmalldeath-codeine for writing this with me!)
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It’s been less than twenty-four hours since you returned home from the disaster of a dinner with your mother. You’re still not fully over the semi-public dredging of the traumatic childhood that you’d endured. You’re reclined on Ash’s sofa; you caress her head in your lap as you watch reruns of Buffy when a text notification comes through. Your stomach flutters with excitement when you see who it’s from.
Duke🎷: Hey, Nancy will be out for a few hours tomorrow afternoon. She should be gone long enough for you to get all your things.
“Hey, Ash?” You ask as you look up from your phone to see Sarah Michelle Gellar stake someone.
“Hmm? What’s up?”
“Are you free tomorrow afternoon to move some stuff out from my room at Dave’s?”
“I can free up my calendar, no problem. Nancy going to be there?” Ash asks as she tilts her head back to look up at you.
“Nah, Dave’s said she’s out for a few hours.”
“Shame. Would have liked to give the bitch a piece of my mind,” Ash grins at you and you stick your tongue out at her.
“Very funny,” you playfully scold her, “Alright I’ll confirm it with Dave.”
You pull your phone back up.
Princess🌙: Sure, you going to be there?
Dave types for a while before the message comes through.
Duke🎷: Only if you want me to be.
Princess🌙: We could use the extra pair of hands. How early can we get there?
You want to tell him that you do want him there, that you want to see him. But you refrain, knowing better than to say something so bold. It doesn’t stop you from thinking it.
Duke🎷: 1pm if that’s ok with you? I’ll be there.
Princess🌙 : Perfect, see you then.
Your gaze lingers, hoping – maybe foolishly – that he’s going to send another message, keep the conversation going. You’re about to lock your phone and turn your attention back to the TV when you see the little grey dots shuddering to indicate Dave typing. You bite your lip in anticipation, and you don’t miss the way Ash rolls her eyes at you before grinning.
Duke🎷: You got everything you need for the new place?
Princess🌙: Sort of? I’m taking the bed from my room at yours, if that’s ok. Otherwise, it’s pretty sparse, I’ll have to make a trip to that big furniture mall up near Tech Ridge.Duke🎷: Of course, it’s yours. If you need anything else, just let me know.
Princess🌙: Sure, thanks, Dave. See you tomorrow!
Duke 🎷: Anytime, see you then.
“Jesus! You’re like a fucking teenager,” Ash scolds you playfully as she nudges your knee with her fist.
“Fuck you,” you grumble as you ruffle her hair, heat creeping up your neck as you know you can’t deny it.
You set your phone down with a smile, feeling the anticipation bubble up in your chest as you try to focus on the TV. But it’s no use, you can’t stop thinking about Dave, you haven’t been able to since the diner last night.
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Monday
Dave smirks to himself as he watches Nancy on the right screen of his work computer. She’s leafing through the photos Resnik had dropped off an hour ago. Dave has a set of copies up on the left computer screen as he sips his morning coffee.
He hates seeing photos of himself, especially when he looks so flustered. He needs to work on his cardio. Most of his recent hits have been more complex cloak and dagger affairs. Smaller margins for error. Cardio has been the last thing on his mind, and the only working out he’s been doing has been for his mental health. Weight training is a far more satisfying outlet than jogging around the block aimlessly.
His discomfort is quickly dispelled as he watches Nancy swipe the photos off the kitchen counter. The sound is muted but it’s clear she’s screaming bloody murder into the empty home. There’s a poisoning thread of guilt surrounding the scene, he never wanted to see Nancy in pain. But the memory of the dinner party burns any pity away as she tirades around the space where she had humiliated you only days before.
Dave picks up his phone and texts Resnik to commend him on a job well done when he sees a text from you. He opens it immediately, turning off the remote feed of your mother wallowing in her self-pity.
Princess🌙: Hey, you still ok for today?
Duke🎷: Of course, all good on your end?
Princess🌙: Yeah, just checking in, thank you again for this.  
Duke🎷: Again, you don’t need to thank me, it’s the least I can do.
Princess🌙: Ok, well, see you at 1.
Duke🎷: See you then.
Dave watches as you start typing again, stopping for a few moments before starting up. It makes his stomach twist, like he’s waiting for something to happen. But you stop typing for good this time and he lets out a heavy breath he hadn’t known he was holding.
He loves that you’re talking again, even if it’s just about the logistics of moving your things out. It makes him check his phone at lightning speed at every news alert or email. Every time hoping it’s you, he doesn’t even know what you’d be texting about, other than the move. He knows that he’s kidding himself, you’ll soon be out of his life for good. Starting out on your own, finding someone more suitable, with less baggage.
But he lets himself live in the fantasy of it all for now.  he takes peace in knowing you’re safe and that you’ll soon be free of your mother and her bullshit.
~*~
You’re restless as you pull up to Dave’s house. You’ve caught Ash stealing glances at you the whole drive, but she hasn’t said anything. You’re nervous, something about returning to the house has you on edge. But there’s excitement there too, you’re going to see Dave.
Ever since you reconnected in the diner on Saturday, you’ve been consumed with thoughts of him. When he held you, it was like being home. He makes you feel safe and peaceful.
“We’re here,” Ash says as you shake yourself from your thoughts, “Did you order that truck?”
“What truck?” You look up and your mouth falls slack as you see the white box truck with two men in blue overalls hauling the king-sized mattress into the back of the truck. The logo of a local removal company visible on the side of the vehicle.
“Not me, Dave must’ve called them,” you say as you get out of the car. You look up at the house to see Dave waiting on the porch for you. He’s leaning against the railing, his hand raised in a casual greeting as he nods to you.
“He’s down so bad for you,” Ash teases as she rounds the car, a shit-eating grin plastered on her face as she waves enthusiastically at Dave.
“Shut up,” you grumble as you nudge her side.
“Hey, Dave,” Ash shouts as she picks up the pace, practically jogging past you.
“Ashleigh,” he nods as he holds out a hand to shake, but Ash bats it away with her hand before throwing her arms around him.
Dave catches her with ease, despite her practically jumping at him. He steadies her before putting distance between them, holding her at arm’s length. You can’t help but smile at the sight as he shoots you a questioning look. You simply shrug, you have no clue what has gotten into her.
“You’re making your way into the good books, York,” Ash says as she squeezes his forearms. You watch as she says something under her breath to him before letting him go and barging into the house.
“What was that all about?” You ask as you reach the top step, trying not to show how nervous you are as you resist every urge to throw your arms around him like Ash just did. But you know that there’s no way you can risk such a PDA with the threat of the PI looming over you.
“She was grilling me about the truck,” Dave says as he looks you over, “How’re you doing?”
“I really appreciate you doing that,” you nod absently, “Things have been better,” you admit with a noncommittal grunt, “It’s good to see you though.”
The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Your eyes go wide as you try and think of a way to walk them back. But Dave beats you to it.
“It’s good to see you too,” his voice is low as he gives you a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes, “And I figured you’d struggle getting a whole king-size bed into that tiny thing.”
Dave gestures over your shoulder at the car and you wince at your lack of foresight. You turn back to see that the warmth has returned to his smile as he teases you gently. An echo of a time where things were simpler, easier.  
“We should probably head in,” you say as you look over your shoulder again, paranoia prickles under your skin. It’s become something of a habit since you found out about the Private Investigator. Even in the safety of Ash’s place, you feel like you’re being watched.
“Good idea,” Dave gestures for you to go in with one hand as he waves in the removal guys with the other, “I got them to pack up the bed and desk, as well as your PC and some other bulkier pieces of furniture,” he explains as he follows you into the house.
“That’s good of you, thank you so much,” you say over your shoulder as you ascend the stairs.
“I put your prop box under a throw in the living room, I’ll get it for you before you leave,” he says, his voice barely more than a whisper, “Didn’t want the movers nosing around in there.”
Your chest constricts with affection at his thoughtfulness, and you nod in affirmation.
“Thank you,” you repeat and the soft huff of amusement from Dave makes your skin tingle.
“You don’t have to keep saying that.”
“I know, but you’re doing all this for me,” you say with a shrug as you hear Ash bustling around your old bedroom, “I just really appreciate it.”
“Hey,” Dave says as he hesitates at the bedroom door.
“What?”
“So, Ash,” he gestures to the door, “How much does she know?”
“Everything,” you say as you cringe back, expecting anger or aggression. But Dave simply nods, as if confirming his own suspicions.
“Ok, good to know,” he says as he places his palm flat on the door, “Shall we?”
You nod and he pushes the door fully open for you. You smile as Ash finishes assembling a cardboard box with a frustrated grunt. There’s a stack of flat-pack ones to her side. She exhales aggressively, blowing stray blonde hairs from her face as she looks at you both.
“About time, these things are a nightmare to put up.”
An hour goes by as the three of you pack up the rest of your belongings, all the while you and Dave share glances and smiles. With the last few boxes being packed up Ash picks up the first of them to take downstairs. You look around to see the surprising number of boxes piled up around you. You’re even more grateful for the box truck now you can see the sheer size of the move.
“Right, I’m going to start piling these downstairs for the movers to load up,” Ash says with a dramatic clap of her hands, “Besides, you two clearly need a moment alone.”
She gives you a knowing look as you see Dave shift uncomfortably as he seals up a box labelled “pillows”. You flip her the bird as she leaves, grinning at you over her shoulder as she kicks the door closed. The sound of Dave putting down the tape dispenser is loud in your ears before the room falls silent.
“She’s subtle,” Dave says as he turns to look at you, flopping down on the floor next to the box, “I like her.”
“That’s Ash for you,” you shrug as you mirror him, settling down on the floor as you realize standing around and packing up your whole life is quite strenuous. The room feels too big and far too small all at once. The echo of your voices is eerie as the air is so suddenly thick with tension.  
“How do I have so many pillows it requires a whole box?” You ask rhetorically as you try and fill the silence. You look anywhere but Dave’s face as you feel the desire to touch him build. You just want to bury yourself in his arms and never leave. You’re closer to him than you realized, only a few feet away. It feels like too far and not far enough all at once.
“You’d be surprised,” Dave says softly, “I think I filled three boxes with just records when I moved out of Carol’s place.”
“Records are cool, Dave,” you roll your eyes as you meet his gaze, but the moment you do you feel like you can’t breathe. Whatever you were going to say falls dead on your lips as you see the way he’s looking at you.
His eyes are glassy, his brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched, almost as if he’s in pain. But you know that look, it’s the look he gave you when you fell apart in his arms. It’s the look of restraint, holding himself back from crossing a line. Your fingers twitch as you start to reach for his hand, the temptation too heavy to resist. Just one touch, that’s all you need. Dave leans forward, his hand reaching for yours when the bedroom door swings open. You snatch your hand back and scramble to your feet.
“Alright,” Ash’s voice cuts through the silence like a blade, “They’ve got almost everything else packed up, let’s get this room-,”
She freezes as she looks between Dave and you, clearly unprepared for the intensity of the moment she interrupted.
“Do you two need a minute? Because I can go back out there and-,”
“No,” Dave says abruptly as he gathers himself up off the floor, “I’m going to check that the movers have everything ready to go, I’ll see you both down there.”
Dave grabs the box he was packing before he exits swiftly. He doesn’t look back as he shuts the door behind him. You let out a shaky exhale as tears spring to your eyes. You wipe them away before Ash reaches you, but she holds you just the same. Her arms wrap around you, firm and strong as you let her hold you.
“I expected to walk in on the two of you dry humping on the floor,” she chuckles low in your ear, “Not caught in whatever that was.”
You shake your head and bury yourself in her shoulder.
“I love him, Ash,” you mutter as you cling to her.
“Poor bastard,” she jokes, and you can’t help but laugh, “But seriously, he’s nothing like anyone that came before, I like him for you.”
“Yeah?” You pull back as you sniffle, wiping the back of your sleeve over your lip, “Why’s that?”
Ash raises an eyebrow at you incredulously, as if you had to ask.
“He’s clearly into you for more than just sex, or a kink, or some twisted stepdad thing,” Ash says as if she’s telling you the sky is blue, “We do need to talk about how he knew where you were on your birthday, maybe not now,  cus that was weird and a bit stalker-y.”
“Not today,” you groan, and Ash puts her hands up defensively.
“I know, but that aside, he’s been looking out for you from the moment you landed back in Texas. The night with that douchebag Tristan, your birthday, Saturday night with your mom. No offense babe, but no pussy is worth all that effort. Especially when you’ve not fucked for what? Weeks? Months?”
“Too long,” you say as you can’t help but smile at Ash’s crass humour.
“Exactly,” Ash says with a triumphant smile, “I like him for you, he’d be good for you.”
“Y’know, that unfortunate stepdad thing aside,” you retort, and Ash shakes her head as she smiles at you.
“We could just kill her you know?”
“Ashleigh Mae!” You say with a dramatic gasp as you smirk at her.
“Just saying,” She holds her hands up in mock surrender, “I know a guy.”
“Whatever,” you say as you turn to the last few boxes needing to be filled, “Let’s get the rest of this shit packed up.”
“Yes, boss,” Ash gives you a mock salute before grabbing another box. You shake your head and gather the last few belongings into a final moving box labelled “Misc.”.
There’s a distinct lack of emotion as you head down to the kitchen, you thought moving out would have made you feel something. You set the box down and head into the living room where Dave is staring out of the window.
“Hey,” you say softly, not wanting to startle him.
“Oh, hey, you all ready to go?” He turns to you with a distant look on his face.
“Yeah, just getting that last box,” you say, gesturing to the grey fleece throw covering the box on the sofa. You recognize it as the one from Dave’s sofa downstairs.
“Of course,” he nods and folds his arms over his chest, his eyes dropping to his feet, “There’s something else I want to run by you.”
“Oh?” You look up from the covered box of props to meet his gaze.
“I’ve got a storage unit full of stuff Nancy wouldn’t let me have in the house,” he brings a hand up to rub his jaw, a nervous habit of his, “I was thinking seeing as you said you didn’t have much to furnish the new place, you could take a look and pick some stuff out? Consider it a late birthday gift.”
“Dave, you’ve already done so much for me, I don’t know if I could accept that,” you say as your heart aches at how much he’s willing to do for you.
“It’s all just sat there gathering dust, it’s a shame for it to go to waste when it could get some use.”
You mull it over for a moment, worst case scenario it’s a bunch of junk that you might get nothing from. Best case, you might not need to traipse up to the Furniture Mall on the weekend.
“Alright, I’ll take a look,” you smile as you pick up the box of props, “I’m keeping the throw, if that wasn’t clear.”
“Of course, wouldn’t have it any other way. I’ll give the movers the details for the storage unit. I will text you the codes to enter/let me write down the codes” Dave nods as his smile reaches his eyes. You’re about to head out to the car when you remember one last thing you meant to ask.
“I know you’ve already done so much for me-,”
“I was thinking-,” Dave speaks at the same time as you and you both stop talking the moment you realise you’re cutting the other off. You can’t help but laugh as you wait for the other to start talking again.
“You go,” you say, eager to hear what Dave has to say.
“I hope this isn’t overstepping,” he starts again as he props his hands on his waist, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, “But I wanted you to know that, should you want it, I have someone I trust to install security measures on your new place. Would you be interested in something like that? I’ve just noticed how on edge you are, and with a PI sniffing around it seems like a good idea to deter any unwanted visitors.”
You feel your cheeks ache from how hard you’re smiling as Dave beat you to your own point.
“So, I was about to ask you for advice on who to call about that,” you admit, and you watch as relief washes over Dave’s face, “Because yeah, between the PI, and the prospect of living alone in a big city like Austin, I could use the extra peace of mind.”
“I’ll give him your number to get in touch and I’ll let him know to put it on my card.”
“Dave, you don’t have to-,”
“I couldn’t keep you safe in my own home, please, consider it me making it up to you.”
You consider it for a moment, a small voice in the back of your mind warns you about all the spending. But none of this is frivolous, it’s practical and a means to keep you safe. Most importantly, none of it feels transactional, he’s not doing this to buy you back. He’s protecting you.
“Ok,” you nod, convincing yourself as much as Dave, “Give him my number so we can set up the installation.”
“Excellent,” Dave says, and you stand there for a moment before realizing that this is it, there’s nothing left to say. You’ve got nothing more to stall with, you have to leave.
“Well, I guess this is it then,” you shuffle your feet nervously, “Can you get the truck to follow us to the storage place?”
“I’ll call them as soon as you leave.”
“Sure,” you say as you drum your fingers on the side of the box before you make yourself move, heading towards the door with regret and longing weighing down your movements. You get to the front door and put the box down, you can see Ash on the phone as she waves at you, “Hey, Dave?”
You step back from the door and turn to look at Dave again. His brow is raised in a silent question and your body moves before you can stop yourself. You take two long strides back into the house and wrap your arms around him. You bury your face in his t-shirt, hand fisting into the material covering his back as you breathe him in.
“Thank you.”
You breathe into his chest as you feel his broad arms wrap around you. He holds you tightly against him as he places a barely-there kiss to the top of your head. Another stolen moment, a risk you shouldn’t be taking.
“It’s ok, I got you.”
Dave whispers before giving you one last squeeze. His hold loosens and you don’t linger in his embrace, you know you’ve already pushed the limits. You step back with bleary eyes as you smile up at him before wiping away the tears.
“I’ll see you around,” you choke out before scooping up the box on the floor and practically jogging down the porch steps. You load up the box into the trunk of Ash’s car without a word before giving the movers the address to your new place.
“We’ll meet you at the storage place,” The driver says with a nod before getting into the cab.  
“Ready to go?” You turn to Ash as she leans on the roof of her car, giving you an imperceptible look.
“Yeah,” she says with a nod before ducking into the car. She’s holding something back, but you can’t quite figure out what.
“You ok?” You ask as you secure your seatbelt, “You seem off.”
“I’m fine,” Ash says as she pulls out into the street, “I’m just sad for you, for the both of you.”
You don’t know what to say to that, opting instead to set route to the storage unit on Ash’s phone before placing it back on the hands-free cradle. You don’t speak for the short drive. You’re too lost in your own thoughts to fill the silence. The moving truck follows you the whole way and once you’re booked it at the front desk you make your way to Dave’s storage unit.
Row after row of red roller shutters greet you, thousands of moments of people’s lives in stasis.
“These places always give me the creeps,” Ash says with a shudder as you get to the row where Dave’s unit is. You stroll down the numbered units, checking for 461 as you go.
“Yeah, it’s like a graveyard, rows and rows of dormant spaces.”
“Jesus,” Ash scoffs as she nudges you with her shoulder, “I was thinking more along the lines of where people hide their dirty secrets, or their drug money like in Breaking Bad.”
“I mean, those options aren’t exactly much better.”
“I’d much rather walk into this unit to find stacks of cash or his secret balloon fetish than dead bodies,” Ash says as you stop in front of the unit.
“Here’s to finding something less terrifying than a dead body,” you joke as you use the code lock to open it up.
The roller shutter opens with a rattle and a crash as the mechanism locks open. You fumble for the pull cord for the light. The bright fluorescent tube lighting blinds you for a moment before your eyes adjust.
There are metal racks lining the walls, with boxes of photo albums, books, and all manner of very personal items stacked up to the ceiling. In the middle of the room are larger items covered in sheets, the furniture Dave mentioned, you guess. There’s a whole rack devoted to records, and you watch Ash’s eyes light up as she sees them. She hurries over to the shelving unit and immediately pulls out a box labelled “The Stones”.
“Wow,” Ash lets out a low whistle as she steps into the tightly packed space, “Did he just pack his whole life up in here when he married your mom?”
“Seems that way,” you say absently as you notice a box filled with framed photographs, “It’s not like Nancy let him decorate his own home. You saw how sad and beige it was in there. All of this would have just been clutter to Nancy, and God forbid her man bring reminders of his life before, or his family into her home.”
You pull out the top one, almost without thinking. You see a younger Dave with a small, dark-haired girl on his shoulders, her tiny hands fisted in his hair as he smiles at the camera. A slightly older looking girl is hanging off his pant leg, caught in a fit of laughter as Dave has a hand on either child, steadying them both.
You’re not sure which one is which, but their names come to you immediately.
“Molly and Alice,” you whisper to yourself as you grip the frame in your hands, you wonder if it was Carol that took the photo. You’re surprised that you don’t feel any jealousy towards her. Instead, your mind immediately fills with the thought of having that life with Dave. Being the one behind the camera, capturing these moments of him and his girls. Being a part of those moments with him, a part of his life. A family.
You feel the shiver run down your spine as you refuse to admit to yourself that hope for that life with Dave has already taken root. It’s been festering inside you for some time but seeing him happy with his girls makes you face it. The need to have that life with him is all-consuming, threatening to swallow you whole. It’s too much for you to bear because you don’t know you’d be able to cope if it all came apart at the seams. Right now, you have to focus on you, on your life.
You put the frame down in haste and make yourself walk away, there’s a thick, tight feeling in your throat. You press on, moving to the covered furniture and pull the dust covers away to reveal a full-size record console. You recognize it mostly from film and TV, not having seen one in person before. The dark grey, mesh covered speakers the biggest giveaway, but you have no idea how it opens.
“Oh my fucking god,” Ash squeals at your elbow and you wince at the way your ears are ringing, “This is a Wrensilva!”
“A what?” You ask as you watch Ash run her hands over the wooden surface of the console, clearly looking for something.
“It’s only one of the best modern record consoles on the market, these things go for ten grand or more.”
Ash explains with an excited energy usually only reserved for Sarah Michelle Gellar, Taylor Swift, and women she’s dating. Her fingers find purchase on the wooden panel on top and the hinge moves soundlessly as she pushes the cover open.
“This is pristine,” She breathes as her hands ghost over the brushed aluminum dials and knobs, as if she’s afraid to touch it.
“Shame he never had the chance to use it,” you say with sadness as you remember the small tabletop turntable in Dave’s basement. A far cry from the opulent piece of art before you.
“Do you think we could play something?” Ash says, already rifling through boxes of records to find something to play.
“If you can find somewhere to plug it in, be my guest,” You shrug as you pull off some more dust sheets to reveal a hoard of expensive-looking furniture. Everything is lacquered wood, there’s a dining table and chairs that would be way too big in your new studio apartment. You eye up a mahogany wardrobe with beautiful glass doors that would fit well in your bedroom.
The final item you uncover is a beautiful wooden writing desk with a curved shutter. There are drawers on either side of the space where a chair would go, with intricate brass handles on all of them. You push up the wooden shutter to reveal the desk itself. It opens with ease, revealing small drawers and open spaces for letters and other small items along the top.
The flat surface has a leather mat inset into the wood, gold detailing in each corner. You run your fingertips over the smooth surface and imagine sitting at the desk with your laptop, pouring over legal notes and case briefs. There’s a perfect spot to put a desk lamp on the right.
You hear the needle drop, with the softest of scratches, and feel yourself take in a small breath as you wait for the music to start. The hauntingly beautiful sound of Nina Simone is crystal clear, and unbelievably rich through the bassy speakers. Clearly, Ash had found a power outlet. Feeling Good is one of your favorite songs, Ash knows this, and you smile as you look over your shoulder at her.
“Louis Armstrong, The California Ramblers,” Ash says approvingly as she saunters over to you, “Man has excellent taste.”
“I mean, have you seen me?” You scoff and Ash looks at you with a shocked expression, jaw hung open as she grins up at you.
“Are we doing this? Fully admitting you two are horny as fuck for one another?”
“After today, it’s more than a little obvious, don’t you think?” You say with a shrug, your lips pulled up into an unapologetic grin.
“Giiiiirl,” Ash squeals as she shakes her head in disbelief, “Ok but can we talk about those fucking grey sweatpants he wore today? I’m gay and I couldn’t help but fucking fixate.”
“Don’t,” you push on her shoulder as you feel your cheeks heat up, “I swear he wore them today to fucking torment me.”
“Is it as big as it looks?”
“Jesus Christ, Ash, for a lesbian you’re way too into dicks.”
“Women can have dicks too,” Ash points out and you roll your eyes.
“You’re way too into the dick of a cis man then,” you counter, and she just shrugs as she grins at you.
“You’re no fun,” Ash huffs, realizing you aren’t going to divest the size of Dave’s cock to her.
“It’s also fucking gorgeous,” you say as you head towards the door of the unit, not so much as looking at Ash as you go. The movers are waiting for you outside and you quickly tell them which pieces to take out to the truck.
“You’re such a fucking tease,” Ash groans as she scrambles after you, “Could we at least go dildo shopping so you can point out an adequate substitute?”
“You’re so fucking gross,” you laugh as you turn off the console, putting the record back in its sleeve before unplugging it. Ash replaces the lid of the console and paws at it balefully, like a lovesick puppy.
“That’s not a no,” Ash wiggles her eyebrows at you as you put the boxes back on the shelving units.
“Only if you buy me one too, Nancy ruined my favorite one by fondling it before covering it in mashed potatoes.”
“No, not Vibro Vibescal?!”
“The very same,” You say solemnly as you make your way back to the door of the storage unit, “No way could I bring myself to put him inside me after that, food and pussies just don’t mix.”
“And no-one wants their moms touching their toys.”
“Ugh don’t,” you groan as you lean against the exterior wall, you’re so ready to get home and start unpacking.
“So, what will you call the new one?” Ash asks as she rests her head on your shoulder, snaking an arm around your waist.
“I dunno,” you muse, “Maybe Hole Filler?”
“I don’t get it,” Ash says, and you can hear the pout in her tone as you watch the movers grab the writing desk. The last item.
“Like Joel Miller, from The Last of Us?”
“Too far a walk to get to the punch line,” Ash grumbles as she tries to think of something else.
“We good to go?” You hail one of the movers as he passes you both.
“All set, just checking, this the address?” The man asks as he holds out his phone, the address already inputted on the Maps app.
“That’s the one,” you nod and start locking up the unit.
“See you there, ma’am.”
You smile to yourself at the honorific. The moment you’re happy everything is set up you loop your arm through Ash’s own. You stroll back to the car, your heart a little heavier.  You try not to dwell on the way you can’t stop thinking about the photo of Dave and his girls.
~*~
You unlock the front door to your open plan apartment with a jingle of keys and hurried movements. The second-floor apartment is exactly as you remembered it. Dark hardwood floors, high ceilings with arched windows. The walls are a soft blue, bare, but for a few framed posters the last occupant left. You make a mental note to take them down. You head through the main living space, beckoning Ash to come inside.
“Shit, how much is this costing you?” Ash says as she steps in behind you.
“Not as much as you’d think. Two people died in the bedroom; the rental company couldn’t shift the place. Apparently, it was big news a year ago?”
“People died in here?” Ash whispers.
“Ash, people die in homes all the time,” you sigh as you watch the movers pile the furniture into the middle of the room, “I’m much more afraid of the living.”
“But like,” Ash looks around the open space with wide eyes, “Isn’t it weird?”
“All I care about is that it’s almost half as cheap as anything else for rent in this part of Austin,” you shrug, dead people can’t hurt you.
“You’re far braver than me,” Ash says with a shudder, “I couldn’t live in an apartment that has ghosts.”
“Ghosts aren’t real, Ash,” you laugh as the movers start to bring up the furniture.
“Where do you want us to set things up?” The lead mover asks as he wipes his brow.
“It’s fine, I’ll sort it,” you say with a wave of your hand, not wanting to pay extra to have them set up the bed and other items.
“Mr York pre-paid for the service, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Alright,” you nod, your heart fluttering at Dave’s thoughtfulness.
You instruct the movers to set up the bed in the other room, the only space that isn’t open plan. Then they set up the chairs and desk in the main room, the desk sits beautifully under the main window, looking out into the city below. They stack the moving boxes in your bedroom.
The moment the movers are gone you head back down to Ash’s car to get your prop box. You expect Ash to come back up with you, but she shakes her head.
“I’ve gotta catch up on work, but we’ll do something this weekend yeah? Maybe throw a housewarming? Invite Peter?”
“Sounds good,” you say as you pull her into a firm half-hug as you balance the prop box on your hip, “Thank you so much for today.”
“Anytime,” she tilts her head at you with a smile, “But please, don’t get murdered by your ghosts.”
“I promise,” you say with an exasperated sigh as you hold your hand over your heart. She sighs at your lack of sincerity before getting into her car. You wave her off as she leaves, only heading back up to your apartment after she disappears from view. You reach the top step, about to enter the main building when you feel the prickle of uncertainty under your skin. You look over your shoulder, scanning the street for anything out of place. But there’s nothing there, just the typical bustle of people going about their business. There aren’t any obvious signs of a PI, but you feel unease as you slip inside.
You lock your door behind you, already eager for Dave to get his security contractor in to set up the alarm and cameras. You set your prop box down on your bed before you start unpacking the rest of your clothes and bedding. The wardrobe just about fits all your clothes, but you make a note on your phone to plan a trip to IKEA at some point for a chest of drawers for the rest of your clothes. You think of anything you need for the kitchen, cutlery, plates, all that mundane stuff.
You set your laptop up on the writing desk and pull over one of the wingback chairs, it’s too low to really use the desk comfortably but it’ll do for now.  Your dual monitors and PC tower won’t fit on this. Another thing to add to the list, a computer desk for your room as you’d left the old one at Nancy’s. But the writing desk is perfect for studying, with ample room for a laptop and books as well as a lamp. Another thing to add to the list.
“Fuck,” you huff to yourself as you realize that the small – if expensive – offering of Dave’s furnishings certainly made a dent in what you need, but your new place was far from complete. You order pizza before taking a long shower, the water pressure is delightful. You pad back out into the bedroom in just a towel, grateful for the generous adjoining bathroom, and pull the throw off the prop box.
You hold the fabric to your nose, inhaling the sweet scent of home, of Dave. It’s faint, but it still fills you with a rush and you think about that morning you woke up in Dave’s arms. The way his lips brushed against yours in the haze of waking. The first real moment that you crossed a line echo in your mind as you feel nothing but euphoria as you press your face into the fleecy fabric.
You throw the blanket over your shoulders as you open the box. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth as you see the olive-green hoodie and “USMC” logo front and center in the box. You drop your towel and pull the oversized garment on. You groan audibly at the smell of Dave’s bodywash, and his natural scent that you never can truly place as you pull it over your head. It’s like a hit of adrenaline spiking through you, it makes you bold.  
You find a pair of leggings to pull on before grabbing your phone. You dial Dave’s number, heading over to the loveseat in the middle of the apartment. You flop down and to your dismay he doesn’t pick up. You glance at the time and realize it’s almost ten, a little late for a call. You open up Instagram to scroll when the call comes in.
“Everything ok?” There’s an urgency in Dave’s voice that makes your stomach flutter.
“Everything’s great just finished unpacking,” you say as you try not to whine at his voice in your ear, “Thank you, Dave. I know I keep saying it. But really, I can’t express how much all this means to me.”
“Like I said, think of it as a late birthday present.”
“This is a bit much for one birthday,” you argue, both of you are stalling again, neither wanting to hang up.
“I think you’ve had more than enough shitty birthdays to warrant being spoiled this time around.”
You don’t know what to say, because he’s not wrong. This is the most you’ve been spoiled in your life, not that the bar is all that high. But it’s nice to be seen, to have someone acknowledge it and try and make amends. Even if it isn’t his responsibility. But that’s probably why it means so much more to you.
“I found the hoodie,” you say as you bite your lip, all you can smell is Dave.
“I hope you didn’t mind me putting it in there,” he says, his voice lower now, almost a purr in your ear, “I always thought it looked better on you.”
“It feels like home.”
You know you’re being too forward, but you miss him, you wish he was here. But you can’t say any of that out loud, but you need to say something.
“You’re a good man, Dave,” you say softly, your voice barely more than a whisper.
“I try,” he says, and you hear something low, sorrowful in his voice as he speaks, “Anything you need, you know where I am.”
“I do, see you around, Dave.”
“Bye, Princess,” The nickname makes your heart flutter, and you hear a grunt of discomfort on the other line as Dave realizes what he’s said, “I-, I didn’t mean-,”
“See you around, Duke.”
You hang up the phone before he can say anything more, astonished at your own boldness. You squeal to yourself like you’re a teenager again, drifting dangerously close to outwardly flirting with him.
But the thing that is clear to you now, if you ever really had any doubts about how Dave felt have dissipated.  
He feels the same way, whatever it is you have, no matter how irresponsible it is, it’s mutual.
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No Complaints - Part One
a/n: hellloooooooo the fic you’ve all been waiting for is finally here. Based off these posts, you all wanted a full fic, so as per usual, first part on here, the rest on patreon. I don’t think I’ve ever written this much smut in one fic, so buckle up. I honest wasn’t sure what I wanted to name this fic. I kept calling it ‘happy himbo’ but that didn’t work. He’s sort of just like a polite dirtbag, but with an endearing twist! You’ll see the theme with “no complaints” throughout the fic. I spent way too long on this banner. I photoshopped that bottom half onto that woman and I also created that entire wall because I’m insane. ANYWAYS PLEASE REBLOG AND LEAVE NOTES AND COME TO MY ASK BOX AND JUST PLEASE GIVE ACTUAL INTERACTIONS WITH THIS PLEASE I’M SO TIRED also there are some strong sex and the city inspired vibes
Warnings: just...a ton of filthy smut, anal, public sex, dominant and submissive vibez...just...yeah
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With the way Layna’s cheeks went bright red when she glanced at the text that just came in on her smart watch, each of her friends put down their forks and stopped paying attention to their delicious brunch food to ask her what just got sent to her, and by who.
“Who just made you make that face?” Christine asks with a smirk.
“Hm? Oh, no one.” Layna waves her off. “Anyone want another mimosa?”
“Don’t change the subject.” Serene says. “Is it a guy?”
“It is, but it’s no one special.”
“Then you can tell us what it said.” Michelle says.
“Please don’t make me show you, it’s embarrassing.” Layna groans.
“Wait, is it the himbo from your gym?” Christine asks excitedly.
“What himbo from your gym? You’ve never mentioned a himbo from your gym.” Serene says.
“Okay, okay. There’s this really hot guy that works at my gym. He’s sort of like a trainer, but he does other maintenance stuff too. We’ve hooked up a couple times. It’s not a big deal.”
“What makes him a himbo?” Michelle asks.
“Um, well…” She looks down at her phone and flips it over. She unlocks it so her friends can see the text he sent her. “He is a big fan of emojis, types with the worst grammar, and well…he’s basically just a polite dirtbag.”
Her friends all look disgusted as they look up from Layna’s phone.
“I’m sorry, but why are you bothering with this idiot?” Serene asks.
“Because the sex is incredible. I don’t think a guy has ever made me orgasm as often as this guy has, and he’s so attentive. He’d go down on me for hours if I let him.”
“When and how did this all start?” Christine asks. “Because the last you told me about the dude was that you just thought he was cute, but you hadn’t even spoken.”
“Alright, I’ll start from the beginning. But I need more alcohol.”
**
A few weeks ago…
Layna started going to a new gym. She could afford to go to a better one with more space that is closer to work so it’s easier for her to go after a long day. It helps to clear her head. The life of an art dealer seems glamorous, but it’s a lot of work. You are constantly schmoozing with artists to get them to have a show at your gallery, and then you have to market that show to all the right people to make sure the art is actually bought. Not to mention working with a catering crew, lighting experts, and having to smile the entire time because you need the commission from the sales. It’s a lot of long hours and working on the weekends. So having a good gym close by that Layna can go to on her way home is super helpful.
The locker room is extremely clean and sanitary. There’s even a steam room! Not that Layna has a huge desire to sit naked in a pool of her own sweat with a ton of other naked women around her, but a good steam after a particularly grueling workout is nice. The lockers are spacious enough for all her things. She changes, wipes her makeup off, throws her hair up into a high pony and makes her way out to the main area.
Layna likes to warm up on the treadmill. She doesn’t run, but she works her way up to walking at a faster pace and at an incline. She only does about a mile, it’s enough to get her muscles warm and ready for the strength training portion of her workout. She doesn’t love using machines. She never feels like she knows what she’s doing, but it can be boring to do the same things with the same weights. She keeps looking over at the leg extension machine. It seems simple enough, but she’s honestly a little too scared to use it. So she doesn’t.
She sticks to her normal routine, goes for a relaxing steam, and then takes a quick shower before getting ready to go home. As she’s leaving, she notices a very cute guy going around wiping down machines and collecting rags and towels people have left behind. He’s wearing a shirt with the gym’s logo on it, so she assumes he works there. He looks up and over at her, making eye contact for only a moment, but the way he grins at her makes her blush and smile nervously back at him before leaving.
She goes most days after work, and it’s the same thing. She does her usual routine, but looks off at the machines she’s too afraid to use. It takes about a week of stolen glances, but by Saturday morning, when there are less people around, the very cute guy approaches Layna before she can take any weights off the racks.
“Hi.” He says. “You’re a new member here, right?”
“Yeah.” She nods, smiling. “Is it that obvious?”
“No.” He chuckles. “I work a lot of hours here and I hadn’t seen you before this week, so I just assumed. I hope this doesn’t come off as creepy, but I see you looking around a lot. Is there something you want to try that you might feel too nervous about?”
“Oh, gosh.” She slides a hand down her face. “Yeah, I want to try some of those leg machines, but I hate being the person that takes up time learning how to use it when other people are waiting. They’re sort of intimidating.”
“You’re allowed to take up space, so don’t worry about that. It’s less busy today, I could show you how a few things work if you want.”
“Are you a professional trainer?”
“You mean do I have a college degree in athletic training with a ton of certifications? No, but I am a personal trainer, and I do have the certifications to train others. We all learn how each machine works so we can teach you all.”
“Alright, then, yes I would appreciate some help. Um, what’s your name? You’re not wearing a tag or anything.”
“M’Harry.” He extends his hand, and she takes it to shake.
“I’m Layna.”
“That’s a really pretty name.” He smiles. “Come on, I’ll show you the leg extension machine first.”
Harry has Layna sit down, and he goes over what a good amount of weight to start is his, and how many reps she should do how many times to see improvements. She’s a little embarrassed using it since he’s watching her, but she calms down a little when he gives her shoulder a squeeze and tells her she’s doing it perfectly.
“Is it alright that I just touched you? I should have asked first, I’m sorry.” He tells her after taking his hand away from her quickly.
“It’s fine! I don’t mind if you touch me.” She says with a flirtatious glint to her eyes that he picks up on right away.
She does fifteen reps, three times, then Harry takes her to the leg curl machine. She’s in a much more compromising position now because she’s laying on her stomach with her ass in the air and the backs of her legs have to lift up the weight. Harry watched her form, but wasn’t shy about checking out her ass either. The third and final machine he shows her is the hip abduction/adduction machine. He explains that there are different muscle groups worked depending on if your thighs are on the inside of the pads or on the outside.
Opening and closing her legs like this in front of him really shouldn’t have been such a turn on for either of them, but it was. The eye contact was strong, and Layna could feel herself getting worked up. When she’s done, she wipes off the machine, but makes no move to walk away from him.
“I don’t usually advertise this, but one of the perks of working here is that we get a private bathroom that you need a key to get into.” He tells her lowly so no one else around will hear. “If you grab your stuff to shower and meet me by the employee door on the inside of the locker room, I can let you in.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.” She nods.
“Yeah?” He asks for confirmation. “You want to fuck me?”
“Jesus!” She shushes him, making him laugh. “Yes, you didn’t have to ask.”
“I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page and that you didn’t think I was just going to let you have a more private shower.”
“I understood from your tone. Give me five minutes to grab my things.”
Mid-morning delight isn’t something Layna takes part in very often, but this guy is fucking hot, and he wants to fuck her, so she’s going to let him. She gathers her things and discreetly makes her way to the employees only door at the back of the locker room. Harry cracks it open just enough to see her, then opens it fully to let her in. She follows him down the hall past a large laundry room, and to the right. He scans his keycard on the lock and opens the door for her. When he closes it, he flips the lock so others will know the bathroom is otherwise occupied.
There is a stall to one side with a toilet, and a large sink counter across from that. Harry goes to turn the water on in the large shower on the other end of the room. Layna sets her gym bag down on the counter. Harry comes up from behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso as he starts to kiss on her neck. Normally, she would care that she was sweaty, but she made sure to wipe her neck down and pat it dry before meeting him at the door. He sucks a bruise into the space behind her ear, causing her to gasp and hook her around his head to tug on his hair. He presses himself against her ass, and she feels how hard he is.
Harry parts from her and turns her around. They launch at each other, teeth clanking as they kiss, each wanting to get their tongue in the other’s mouth. Harry’s hands are all over Layna. He grips the hem of her shirt and pulls it off of her. They clumsily make their way over to the shower as they continue to strip each other of their clothes.
“Wait!” She says just as he’s about to rid her of her leggings. “Shower shoes.”
“Oh! This bathroom gets cleaned like five times a day, it’s all good.”
“Okay.” She nods and lets him proceed.
Once they’re both naked, Harry all but throws Layna against the tile wall of the shower. They’re both under the water, which makes her feel better about his mouth exploring her chest. She nearly loses her balance when he starts sucking on one of her nipples.
“What’s okay and what’s not okay?” He asks her after leaving a nasty bruise on the top of her breast. “Where can I touch?”
“You can…you can do whatever.”
“Layna, I wanna know what makes you feel good or this won’t be any fun.”
“I want you to use me however you like. You can touch wherever you want.”
His lips slot over hers as his hand makes its way between her thighs. His fingers rub through her folds before slowly inserting his middle finger up inside of her. Her head falls back against the tile, and Harry takes the opportunity to kiss on her exposed throat, working his way to the crook of her neck to bite and suck on. She reaches between them to start fisting at his cock, swiping over the tip to spread his precome. He groans into her hot, wet skin, and bucks into her hand. He slips his ring finger inside her, and lifts one of her legs up to rest on the hinge of the arm he’s not using to thrust.
“We need to be sort of quick, so I’m sorry if this gives you whiplash.” He warns her.
At first, Layna is very confused. If he has to fuck her quick and hard, then that’s totally fine. This doesn’t need to be a whole two-act production. She figured since he lifted her leg that he was getting ready to stick his dick in her, but that’s not what he did. Once his fingers were sunk deep inside her, he took a deep breath and started pumping into her at lightning speed. Which, usually that would not feel good, but his fingers pet and drag against her front wall as he’s thrusting in and out, so it feels incredible. He’s not even doing anything to her clit and she feels like she could come from this alone.
“Jesus, fuck!” She nails sink into his shoulders as she holds onto him.
His mouth crashes to hers, probably to help keep her quiet. He swallows every moan, every whimper, every muffled grunt of his name. She’s not sure how his arm isn’t getting tired, but she’s not complaining. No, she feels good, so fucking good, better than she’s ever really felt, and there’s the most perfect amount of pressure in her lower stomach.
You would think with the sound of running water and the fan in the bathroom going that you wouldn’t be able to hear much else. But Layna can hear how wet she is. There’s a squelching sound with each thrust of Harry’s fingers. It’s making her dizzy. She moves to bury her face in his neck so she can breathe a little easier. Her nails are now digging into his back.
“Doing so well being quiet for me.” He says into her ear. “Next time we can go somewhere less public so you can let out all those pretty noises.”
“I’m getting close.” She warns him.
“I know, I can tell.” Normally something so arrogant wouldn’t turn Layna on, but for whatever reason, Harry’s cockiness is doing it for her. “You’re dripping down my wrist, you know that, right? You’ve squirted like two times already.”
“Please, I...Harry, I need to come.”
“So come.” He nips at her earlobe. “Come for me.”
That was all the encouragement she needed. Her back arches, and it feels so good that the noise that falls from her is silent. Everything goes white. She can tell that she’s gushing around him. He takes his fingers out to watch the rest of it drip out. He slips them back in, almost in a tender way, just cupping her pussy and rubbing it to soothe her and help her calm down. He sets the leg of hers he was holding up down and kisses her.
“That felt amazing.” She breathes. “Want me to do you now?”
“Please. Just jerk it, you don’t have to put your mouth on me this time.”
Layna nods, happy to not be blowing him. She usually prefers to kneel on a pillow, not hard, solid tiles. They continue kissing and licking and nipping at each other while she pumps him. She ends up using both of her hands, and she swears she could have come again from the way Harry moaned in her ear. She lets him come on her tummy, and even scoops some up on her finger to suck on, just so he would have no doubt that she’s a good girl.
They clean each other up and get out of the shower. Harry watches as Layna pulls herself together, and slings her gym bag over her shoulder.
“So, can I get your number?” Harry asks her as he opens the bathroom door to lead her out.
“Um, sure.” She blinks. “Just for sex though, right? I’m not really looking for anything serious right now.” They walk out to the main area of the gym. It’s gotten busier.
“Yeah, just for sex. I’m not looking for anything serious right now either.” He runs a hand through his slightly damp curls. “I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you since you started coming in. You’re so sexy.”
“The…the feeling is mutual.” She tells him, feeling her cheeks heating up. “Here’s my phone, you can put your contact in.”
Harry takes her phone and creates his contact. “I just put ‘H’ as the contact name. That’s what most people call me.”
“Cool.” She smiles. “So…I’ll see you around?”
“Yeah, see you around.” He smiles back.
He seemed nice enough, and he turns her on, so Layna felt good about her new fuck buddy. There’s no harm in it. They’re both adults, if they want to stop, they’ll stop.
**
“I’m sorry, you let a strange man finger fuck you in a completely secluded area?” Serene asks.
“Yes.” Layna confirms. “It was like something out of a sex novel, you know? I wanted him, and he wanted me, so I figured what the hell?”
“Have you hooked up since?” Michelle asks eagerly.
“She sure has.” Christine grins.
“Why does Chris get all the juicy gossip?” Serene asks.
“Because she’s the least judgmental out of the three of you. Besides, I haven’t actually told her anything, she just has a sixth sense for this stuff.” Layna answers bluntly. “I knew you wouldn’t approve of me being so reckless, and I knew that Michelle wouldn’t approve of what he does for work.”
“Well, if you’re just fucking him, then it doesn’t matter. Just don’t catch feelings and continue seeing men with good jobs on the side.” Michelle shrugs.
“Why is being a personal trainer not a good job?” Christine asks. “He knows everything about the body, that’s hot.”
“He doesn’t know everything. He just knows how to train people. He never went to college or anything like that.” Layna explains. “Which is fine. That’s all I really know about him. We don’t talk unless we’re fucking.”
“Do you fuck at the gym a lot?” Serene asks.
“No, that was the only time. He didn’t want to risk getting in trouble, which I totally understood.”
“I’m dying to know more, so please continue.” Michelle says.
“Okay, so the second time it happened was about a week later…”
**
Hey, u up?
It was Friday, now technically Saturday since it was two in the morning. Layna would normally be asleep, but she was at work late for a show at the gallery, and she was still feeling riled up from that. So she texted him back.
Hey, yeah I am
Wut r u up 2?
Layna furrowed her brows at the text. Is he drunk? Who over the age of sixteen texts like this? She panics for a moment. What if he’s only college aged. She’s twenty-nine.
That depends…how old are you?
29 how old r u?
Twenty-nine
So r u dtf or nah?
Yeah, wanna come to my place?
Send me the addy
Layna can’t believe she’s about to let a guy who texts like this come over and fuck her. But he made her come so hard last week without even touching her clit! And she gushed and gushed. She wants to see what he can do without a time constraint.
Twenty minutes later, Layna is unlocking the door to her apartment. She lives in a four-story walk up, and she’s on the fourth floor. It’s a pain going up and down the stairs all the time, but she gets the rooftop all to herself, so she can’t complain too much.
“Hey.” Harry gives her a ‘sup’ nod as he comes in. He’s wearing an orange hoodie and black basketball shorts. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Hi, um, it’s right over there – oh!”
He had picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder. He finds her bedroom and tosses her onto her bed. She had put on a cute set of pj’s, a silk spaghetti string top and shorts to match. But she realizes she could have been in a paper sack and Harry still would’ve fucked her. He peels his sweatshirt off before climbing onto the bed. His lips are on hers only seconds after that.
Layna likes the way Harry kisses. He’s needy and aggressive without it being too gross and sloppy. His tongue is soft and precise, and his lips are smooth and easy to bite at. He definitely uses chapstick regularly. He tastes like mint, like he had just chewed a fresh piece of gum, and he smells woodsy with a hint of cinnamon. It’s all doing wonders for her.
His hands slide up under her shirt and he gropes at her breasts. He tweaks her nipples and grinds himself into her, making her gasp. He’s already so hard. He must be sensitive. That’s hot. He pushes her shirt up over her breasts and wraps his lips around one of her nipples. Her fingers card through his hair as she arches into him. He kisses down her stomach and drags her shorts down her legs.
“I’m glad you didn’t leave your panties on. Next time just open the door naked.” He smirks as he pushes her legs open. “You good if I eat you out?”
“Mhm, yeah. I want you to use me, remember?”
The lights in the room are dim, but still bright enough so Harry can see what he’s doing. He licks up her slit with a long drag of his tongue, then he spits on her before doing it again. Over and over, he kitten licks at her, getting her wet with his spit and her own slick. Even though it feels good, Layna is about to tell him her clit is a little higher up, but she doesn’t get the chance. He found it on his own. He looped his around her thighs, and yanked her to him before he started sucking on her clit.
“Oh, fuck that feels good.” She fists at her blankets and throws her head back.
His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit, then he goes back to sucking on it, welling up his spit every so often to keep her clit wet and comfortable. One of his hands smooths up her stomach, landing on her chest. Layna takes the hint and sucks on his middle and ring fingers. When she’s done, Harry brings them down to her center and sinks them inside. He moans against her when he feels how wet and warm and tight she is.
“Are…will you…shit.” She can’t even speak.
“Tell me what you need, baby.” He says lowly, giving her clit a breather while he continues to fuck her with his fingers.
“Will you make me squirt again?” She whimpers. “It felt so good the last time.”
“Yeah? You like getting pounded into hard?”
“Mhm.” She nods. “It feels so good when it hurts a little.”
Harry grins wickedly at her, then brings his mouth back down to her clit while he gives her fast, shallow thrusts with his fingers, finding her g-spot easily. Her hands find his hair again and she tugs hard on his roots. Her hips roll up towards his face, but his free hand pushes down on her lower stomach to keep her in place.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!” She cries out as she makes a mess around his fingers. He moans as he licks her clean and sucks on her pussy. “Fucking hell.” She breathes, wiping the sweat from her forehead. Harry kisses up her body, then licks into her mouth while he takes his shorts and underwear off.
“Sit up.” He tells her and she does so, so he can take her shirt off. He slips his thumb into her mouth and Layna closes her lips around it. “You’re so good. You want my cock?”
She nods as she continues sucking on his thumb. He pulls it from her and gives himself a few pumps before lining up with her. Normally she’d ask a random guy to wear a condom, but she’s on the pill and right now she doesn’t particularly care. She would hope a twenty-nine year old guy would be honest about not being clean. He slowly pushes inside of her, and both of their mouths fall open.
“Jesus Christ.” Layna gasps out as her nails rake down his chest. “Please tell me it’s in all the way.”
“It’s in all the way.” He chuckles.
“Good, I don’t think I could handle much more. Can feel you in my guts.” She half jokes.
“It doesn’t hurt in a bad way, does it?”
“No! No, just give me another second to adjust and then you can move.”
“Layna?”
“Yeah?”
He brings a hand up to cup her jaw, letting his fingers sift through her hair before getting a good grip on her and yanking her head back. “I’m gonna blow your fucking back out.”
**
“Oh my god, he actually said that to you?!” Christine squeals.
“Mhm.” Layna nods.
“And did he?” Michelle asks.
“Yeah, don’t stop there.” Serene says.
“Okay, okay. So, yes, he actually said that to me…”
**
Layna tightened around him after he said that to her, which Harry takes note of. He starts to move, rocking and rolling his hips as he thrusts in and out of her. She wraps her legs around his waist, leaving her feet to rest on the base of his spine. Harry comes down chest to chest with her so he can grope her breasts and kiss on her neck.
“Okay so far?” He asks her.
“Yeah, you feel so good, you’re so big.” She musters out.
He pecks her lips before sitting up and throwing her legs over his shoulders. She grips at his thighs as he fucks into her hard and deep. Her back arches and she reaches for her clit. He drops one of her legs to swat her hand away from herself. She looks up at him with a pout.
“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” He says. “I decide when you come, understand?”
“Yes, yeah, I’m sorry.” She says quickly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I won’t do it again, I’ll wait for you to do it. I just felt so good I wanted to feel-“
“Shut up.”
Layna closes her mouth and lays back into her pillows. In her every day life, she would never let someone get away with speaking to her like that. But Harry? He can say and do whatever the fuck he wants to her.
He leans forward and drives his cock in deeper. He grips the top of her headboard and beats into her. He licks his fingers and starts rubbing her clit. Layna isn’t sure what to do with her hands, so she just scratches at his chest. He seems to like it because he’s moaning pretty loudly.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She pants.
“Beg me for it.” He tells her. “Beg me to come.”
“Please, please let me.” She whimpers. “Please, I’m so close Harry, please.”
He smirks down at her. “Go ahead.”
She smiles at him and lets herself go. Moaning out and grinding up against him. When she’s done, he comes back down to her to kiss her and give her slow rolls of his hips.
“Say ‘thank you Harry’.”
“Thank you Harry.” She says weakly.
“God, you’re so fucking good.” He groans. “Can I fuck you from behind?”
“Yes, please.” She nods rapidly. “That’s my favorite.”
He nods and pulls out so she can get into position for him. He slides back in and reaches up to grip the top of the headboard with one hand, and the back of her neck with the other. And then he’s off. He pounds into her. Layna presses her hands flat to the headboard to brace herself and to stop her head from knocking into it. She moves her hips in circles and fucks herself back on his cock to meet his thrusts.
“Fuck, Layna.” Harry moans.
“Shit, please don’t stop, you’re hitting it.” She grunts. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She has a few stray tears rolling down her cheeks as she whimpers and whines.
“Are you gonna come for me again?”
“Only if you’ll let me, but I don’t know how long I can hold it.”
The bed is shaking and the headboard is knocking against the wall from the force of Harry’s thrusts. Harry’s hand slides from the back of Layna’s neck to the front, and he yanks her up and back until her back is pressed to his chest. He moves his hips in circles along with hers. One arm wraps around her chest, and the other around her waist so he can rub her clit. She slides his hand from her chest back to her throat and presses down on it.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Jesus.” He growls into her ear. “You like being choked?”
She nods and whines as she starts to feel herself getting close again. He stopped right before she could get there a moment ago. She hopes he won’t stop this time. Her head rolls back to his shoulder and her eyes flutter closed. His cock feels so good, it’s sliding in and out of her perfectly. And his fingers on her clit are like magic.
“I want you to come.” He tells her, nipping at her earlobe. “Give it to me, now.”
Layna doesn’t need much more encouragement than that before she loses it. He continues rubbing her clit, making it last as long as possible. When he feels her start to loosen around him, he pushes her to lay on her stomach. He pulls out of her and comes all over her ass and back, not holding back his moans and grunts and groans. When he finishes, he lays on his back next to her to catch his breath. She turns her head to look at him, and he looks at her.
“That was all okay?” He asks softly.
“I liked it, I really liked it.” She breathes. “I like being good. I…I like being called a…a good girl. You’ve almost said it a couple of times, but you just say I’m good. You can call me a good girl.”
“Yeah?” He turns onto his side, smiling at her. “Do you prefer praise or degradation?”
“A mix of both. I really liked the way you spoke to me. It was hot.”
He smirks before leaning in to kiss her forehead. “You’re a good girl Layna.” And with that, he gets off the bed and grabs his clothes.
He doesn’t put them on though. Layna can barely move, but she knows she should get up to go to the bathroom and rinse herself off. Only, when she props herself up on her elbows, she hears the distinct sound of water running. Is he taking a fucking shower? He’s in and out in five minutes. She listens closely and hears him go into her fridge, and then he leaves.
**
“So, he made good on blowing your back out, showered, and then rifled through your fridge before leaving your apartment?” Michelle asks.
“Yup.”
“What did he even take?” Serene asks.
“My last black cherry Bubbly!”
“He took a seltzer water from your fridge and dipped?!” Christine can’t help but laugh. “Why did he think he had the right to just do what he wanted in your apartment.”
“I don’t know…but as weird as it was, it kind of turned me on.” Layna giggles.
“So, have you seen him since last week?” Serene asks.
“At the gym during normal work hours, but we haven’t hooked up again. We’ve just been sort of…sexting.”
“Honey, this isn’t sexting, it’s hieroglyphics.” Christine says, and everyone laughs.
“I know, it’s totally not sexy to use eggplants and finger emojis, but at night it works for me. He doesn’t usually text me this early in the day. He must want to get together, right?”
“This is a cryptic ass message, so who knows.” Serene says.
The girls finish their brunch and part ways. Serene is going in the same direction as Layna, so they walk together.
“I can feel your judgement, it’s radiating off you.” Layna says to her friend.
“I’m all for having a fuck buddy, but some guy that works at your gym? He sounds like a loser.”
“It doesn’t matter if he’s a loser or not, he’s fucked me better than anyone I’ve ever slept with, and it’s only been two times. We’re on the same page about not wanting anything serious. This could work for a bit.”
“And what happens when you inevitably catch feelings? Are you going to have a guy that lives in hoodies and basketball shorts to one of your showings?”
“I’m not going to catch feelings for him. I barely know anything about him, and I intend to keep it that way. We don’t speak about anything other than working out or sex. It’s perfect.”
**
Hey, u up?
It’s 2:30 in the morning on Thursday, now technically Friday. The buzz of Layna’s phone wakes her up. She must have forgotten to put it on do not disturb before she went to bed. She doesn’t have to be at the gallery until 1PM tomorrow, so it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to get her shit rocked at this hour.
Just barely…did you want to come over?
Yeah, I want to 👅🍑
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’ll unlock my door so you can just come in. How long will you be?
10 min
Okay, see you soon!
👍🏻
Layna gets up to use the bathroom and freshen up quickly. She spritzes some perfume into her hair and dabs some on her wrists. The last time Harry came over, he told her she should just wait for him naked, so that’s what she’s going to do. She gets the lighting just right, then lays on her tummy with her back arched and her head resting on her hands. She hears her down open and close and butterflies soar through her stomach.
“Layna?!”
“In the bedroom!”
He comes in wearing a black hoodie and black joggers. He smiles when he notices that she’s completely naked.
“You’re in the perfect position for what I want to do to you.” He tells her as he takes his hoodie off, revealing a white undershirt.
“And what exactly might that be?” She bats her eyelashes at him sweetly.
“Couldn’t you tell from my text? I’m gonna spend some time on your ass tonight.”
“Oh, right.”
“You good with that?”
“I’m good with whatever you want to do. You know that already.”
“I don’t want to do anything that you’re not into.” He sits on the edge of the bed and feather lightly strokes her back with the tips of his fingers.
“I’m into it. I would say if I wasn’t.”
“Would you?”
“Yes.”
“Great, then stay just like that.”
“Wait. Could you kiss me first?”
He smiles and bends down to pecks her lips, lingering for a moment to let her deepen it. He kicks his sneakers off and gets himself behind her on the bed.
“How do you feel about spanking?” He asks as he kneads her asscheeks with his large hands. “I’d love to see my handprint on you.”
“Do it.” She tells him, looking back at him over her shoulder. “Do it hard.”
Harry lifts his hand and brings it down hard to her skin, causing her to jolt forward. He pulls her hips back so she’s up on her knees, and he spreads her apart. He spits down onto her other hole, and watches as it drips down over her slit. He starts by just rubbing his thumb around the rim, getting her used to him being there. He repositions so his body is more so next to hers with his top half leaning over her ass. He starts tonguing at her hole while he works his middle finger into her pussy.
There aren’t a lot of guys that Layna has let lick her like this. Only a few. And it never felt this good. Harry’s heart is in it. The way he grunts and moans and laughs lowly against her as she squeaks and bucks and grinds backward against him is so wonderful. It’s sending her into a state of pure bliss.
He slips a second finger inside of her, and starts thrusting them in a little faster and deeper. Layna’s mouth hangs open as she grips at the blankets and just enjoys the way everything feels. He pulls his fingers from her, licks up from her pussy to her other hole over and over before fucking her with his tongue.
“Oh, shit.” She groans. “Harry, I’m getting close.”
Harry’s large hands keep her cheeks spread so he continue doing as he pleases to her. The noises he’s making are encouraging her to come, so she does. Her eyes roll back and she smiles at the feeling. Harry turns her over with no warning, and crawls up her body, licking into her mouth. She toes his joggers off, getting them down just enough to get his cock out. Neither of them bothers with taking his shirt off, it doesn’t matter. He paints his cock along her wet slit before pushing inside of her.
Her heels rest at the base of his spine as he fucks into her with ease. His lips sponge along her neck and chest. He pulls out of her abruptly and sits up. Layna whines and juts her bottom lip out in a pout.
“Relax.” He takes his shirt off and rids himself of the rest of his clothes. “Come here, ride it.” He says as he sits back on his hands with his legs spread. Layna scrambles to get up, but she’s soon straddling him and sinking down on his cock. She feels like she can barely breathe. “There we go, just relax baby.” His hands smooth over her breasts, around her back, and down to her hips.
“You’re s-so big.” She presses her forehead to his.
“I know I am.” He coos. “Probably won’t ever be able to get it down your throat.”
“That’s not true.” She pouts as she starts to move up and down slowly.
“No? So if I stuffed my fingers down your throat you wouldn’t choke right away?”
“I guess…I guess you’ll have to do just that and we’ll see.”
Harry grins as Layna opens her mouth. He sticks two fingers into her mouth and down her throat until she’s choking and gagging and spitting up. He wipes the spit from her chin and brings his fingers down to her clit to rub while she moves herself up and down on his cock.
“You’re such a good girl, Layna.”
“Do you like it better when I’m messy?”
“Yeah.” He smirks. “Sex is more fun when it’s messy, don’t you think?”
She nods and slots her mouth over his. She wraps her arms around him, letting her fingers tangle in his curls. She starts bouncing up and down on him while his fingers continue to pay attention to her clit. He rubs it hard and fast.
“God, that feels so good.” She slams down on him harder, making him moan out loudly.
“Fuck, Layna.”
“Please come, I wanna come with you, please, Harry, please, please, please.” She’s rambling and and totally lost in her lust. But he loves hearing her beg.
The bed creaks from the force of their bouncing, and it all suddenly stills as they come in unison. Layna goes slack against Harry, kissing on his neck and shoulder lazily as she basks in the warmth of his come filling her up.
Layna lifts herself off of him, and goes to use the bathroom. When she comes back to her bedroom, Harry is laying on his stomach, bare ass out for all to see, and he’s snoring. She was only gone for five minutes, how the hell is he already snoring? She’s too tired to care at this point. So, she grabs a bed shirt to throw on and gets back into bed. She wasn’t expecting him to stay since he didn’t the last time, but it’s not a big deal. She turns over to face away from him to use her phone. Just as her eyes start to droop from reading a Wikipedia article on the invention of the aglet, she feels a strong arm wrap around her stomach. Harry pulls her to his chest and shoves his leg between hers.
**
Later that morning, at a more reasonable hour, Layna’s alarm goes off. She blindly reaches for it on her bedside table, almost knocking it over, but she’s able to turn it off. She knuckles at her eyes and sits up. The space next to her is empty and cold. How long ago did he leave? She grabs her phone and her eyebrows raise when she reads a message from Harry at around 5AM.
Had 2 head out. I used ur shower, and helped myself 2 a cliff bar. Left u some $$ on ur dresser for a plan b. Lmk when u get ur 🩸
She looks to her right and sees three, twenty-dollar-bills on her bureau. She blinks a few times and then gets out of bed to start her day.
**
“He used your shower again?” Christine laughs over a late lunch with Layna later that day.
“Yeah! I don’t really care since water is included in my rent, but still! There’s a shower at the gym, use that if you can’t wait until you get home.”
“At least he told you what he took from your kitchen this time.”
“True.”
“Do you feel like a hooker since he left you cash?”
“Nah, not really.”
“Why would he even leave you money for a Plan B if you’re on the pill?”
“I never told him I was on the pill, and the last two times we’ve fucked he hasn’t worn a condom. The first time he pulled out, but last night he came inside me.”
“Not to pull a Serene, but could you not make him use a condom?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to feel him, and I just get the vibe that he’s the type of guy who would say if he was clean or not. And he’s obviously covering his tracks. So, I’m gonna pocket the money and I’ll tell him when I get my period like he asked. Funny enough, I started my placebo week two days ago, so I should be getting my period either today or tomorrow.”
“I kind of like a man that carries cash. It’s like an emergency fund, you know? Maybe he’s keeping it on him for an unexpected cover charge, or needs to leave a generous tip.”
“Right? Nothing wrong with being proactive.”
“I’m glad you’re having fun with him. I feel like you never just hook up anymore. Not since Mark, anyways.”
“I was feeling like I was too old to just be hooking up with random guys. And when I was with Mark I liked having the consistency. I’m not sleeping with anyone else, so I don’t see the harm of having a consistent fuck buddy.”
“I’m never one to rain on someone’s parade, but do you at least know if he’s sleeping with anyone else? It might be good to ask so you’ll know if you should really be using condoms or not.”
“No, that’s a good point. I don’t want to catch anything.”
“I’m always up front with the guys I sleep with that they’re not the only one.”
“You don’t always use condoms though.”
“No, but nine times out of ten I do.” Christine shrugs. “I also have no way of getting pregnant, so I don’t care as much.”
“But you could still catch something.”
“I’m not catching a baby, so I really don’t give a fuck.”
Layna bursts out laughing at that. She can always count on Christine for zero sexual judgement.
**
Hey, you wanted me to let you know when I got my period…so this is me letting you know I got my period
It was a text she hasn’t had to send to someone since college, but she wanted go give him the courtesy since he left her $60 in cash.
How many days u 🩸4?
What in the actually fuck?!
Who are you, my gynecologist?
LMAO
No
I just wanted to no when I can 👅🍑💦👉🏻👌🏼 u again
Certainly it must take more effort to type like that because of autocorrect, right??
I’ll let you know
U better
And if I don’t?
U wouldn’t b a very good girl if u don’t
Don’t u want 2 b good 4 me?
It’s usually four days, I’ll text you next week
Good girl
**
Layna’s never been the jealous type, and she’s not sure if she’s just horny and hormonal, but she doesn’t like the woman that Harry is assisting at the gym. She’s been all over him since the second she got there, and Harry didn’t seem to mind. Layna only uses the treadmill when she has her period. She doesn’t like doing anything too strenuous with weights or machines because you just never know if your tampon is going to leak or if your pad is going to move and then all of a sudden your leggings are blood stained.
She was trying to be discrete with her glances, but the look of disgust on her face wasn’t discrete. And after a while it was clear Harry had other things to do, but the woman wouldn’t leave him alone! Layna has noticed that in the evening hours, Harry mostly wipes down machines and collects towels. He does more of the one on one training in the early morning and afternoon. So why wasn’t this woman taking the hint?
When she’s had enough, Layna hops off the treadmill and goes to refill her water bottle. This is also the area where people can put towels in hampers. Harry comes up next to her to tie up one of the hampers to bring to the laundry room.
“You’re not subtle, you know.” He says without looking at her. “You have major resting bitch face.” Now he looks her, the side eye makes Layna laugh.
“I don’t usually.” She takes a sip of water, then twists the cap back on the top.
“So what’s different about today?”
“Would it be anti-feminist to blame it on PMS?” Normally a rhetorical question like that would make someone laugh, but it seems to go right over Harry’s head. “Anyways, it was just sort of distracting to see that girl follow you around like a lost puppy. I was trying to focus on my walk.”
“You should make a better playlist.” He turns to face her and crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m not sleeping with her, if that’s what you were wondering.”
“It’s really none of my business.” She assures him. “You’re a good looking guy, I’m sure you have a lot of girls on rotation.”
“I’ve had a lot less since I started up with you.” He blushes ever so slightly, but his tone is turning her on so she doesn’t notice the rouge on his cheeks. “I don’t usually sleep with girls from the gym.”
“Ah, separation of church and state.”
“Sure?” He runs a hand through his hair. Jesus Christ, he’s dumb. But it’s so hot.
“I think we should probably use condoms if you’re seeing multiple people, just to be safe.”
“Are you not?”
“Am I not, what?”
“Sleeping with other people.”
“Oh! Um, not really. Like, I honestly haven’t had time. Long story, I won’t bore you.”
He narrows his eyes at her for a moment. “What brand of condoms do you like?”
“Don’t worry about that. I’m allergic to latex so I have my own on hand.”
“I don’t like lambskin.”
“It’s not lambskin, they’re still rubbers, but the latex ingredient that I’m allergic to isn’t in it.”
“Are they big enough?”
“The smallest condom can stretch to fit around someone’s foot, you jackass.”
“That’s not very nice.” He smirks, and takes a step closer to her. “Am I gonna have to bend you over the next time I see you?”
“Maybe.” She blushes.
“You’re still on your period?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.” He sucks his teeth as he looks her up and down, very obviously objectifying her. “That’s too bad.”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t forget to put you in your place so you don’t talk to me like that again.” He smirks, grabs the hamper full of towels, and disappears into the back of the gym.
“Cold shower.” She says to herself. “I need to take a very cold shower.”
**
Layna, Serene, Michelle, and Christine are all out for drinks on Friday night. It’s 9PM, and they’re all laughing and giggling and discussing what their plans for the rest of the night are.
“I have a party to go to for a client.” Christine says. “They loved my service so much that they want to introduce me to their friends so I can do some schmoozing.”
“I have a date with HBO and my couch.” Serene says.
“Ooh, a threesome. Good for you.” Christine jokes, making everyone laugh.
“I have a FaceTime date with Andrew.” Michelle smiles. “I thought him being in London would suck, but it’s actually been really romantic making time for each other like this.”
“That’s sweet.” Layna smiles.
“What about you?” Serene asks. “We could make my date a foursome.” She smirks.
“Actually, um…Harry is coming over around eleven.” Layna tells them.
“You’re still fucking that guy? He doesn’t even know what feminism is!” Serene says, annoyed.
“I made a joke and he didn’t think it was funny, it doesn’t mean he’s an idiot. He’s just not as educated as the rest of us, and there’s nothing with that.”
“Besides, he’s knowledgeable about what matters most.” Christine grins. “He’s made Layna squirt.”
“Shhh!” Layna hushes her friend. “I’m an open book, but I don’t want to talk about the fluids that have left my body.”
“I still can’t believe he made that happen the first time you hooked up.” Michelle says. “Vaginally.”
“I get dizzy every time I think about it.” Layna says. “He’s wild. And his dick is huge. I’ve never fucked a guy with such a big dick before.”
“I recall you mentioning Mark’s was decent.” Serene says.
“Mark had girth and that matters a lot more to me, but Harry has girth and length. And he’s been able to get my g-spot every time. Mark always had to rub my clit to get me to come.”
“Good for you.” Michelle smiles. “You deserve to have crazy hot sex with a himbo.”
All the girls laugh. They have another drink each before parting ways.
Layna takes a shower when she gets back, wanting to be as fresh as possible for her handsome himbo. She moisturizes, blows out her hair, and puts on a set of lace panties and bra. She feels giddy knowing she’s at the top of Harry’s rotation. She wonders what exactly he meant when he told her he was sleeping with less women since he met her. It’s none of her business, but she can’t help but be curious.
She grabs some condoms from the drawer in her bedside table and sets them down. Her phone buzzes at 11:05.
Here
She makes her way to her front door and opens it to let him in.
“Hey.” He gives the ‘sup’ nod but stops short when he looks at her. “Holy shit.”
“I hope you like red lace.” She smiles sheepishly. “I haven’t worn this for a while, but I th-oh!”
Harry pushed her up against the nearest wall after kicking the door closed. His tongue is down her throat, and his hands are sliding around to her ass to the backs of her thighs to hoist her up. She wraps her legs around his waist, and sucks on his tongue while he carries her to the bedroom. Tonight, Harry’s wearing a grey hoodie that has the word ‘DAMN’ on the chest, paired with navy basketball shorts. He gets them both on the bed, with his body still on top of hers. He bites on her bottom lip and sucks on it harshly, making her moan and arch into him. He grinds against her so she can feel how hard he already is. He pulls her hands from his hair and pins her wrists down on either side of her head and looks at her. Her chest is heaving.
“You wore this for me?”
“Well…yeah.” She blinks. “I wanted to look nice.”
“For me.” He confirms.
“Who else would I put this on for?” She asks innocently. “I told you last week I wasn’t sleeping with anyone else.”
He continues to look at her, staring into her soul. “Keep your arms where they are.” He tells her and starts kissing down her neck. His hands grope at her breasts over the lace material. His warm mouth licks and sucks on her nipples, dampening the lace. He drags his tongue down her stomach until he’s kissing over the wet patch covering her center. He strokes her softly with his thumb, teasing her. He brings his mouth back down to her, kissing and licking, teasing her even more. She squirms underneath him, but she knows she needs to stay put like he told her. She knows she’s still in for it since she called him a jackass. Her toes start to curl and she bites her lip and does her best not to whimper and whine.
“You were rude to me last week, when all I did was ask an innocent question.” He says as his thumbs start to massage the inside of her thighs. “I wasn’t trying to be a jackass.”
“It was the way you asked it, I’m sorry.” She sits up on her elbows so she doesn’t have to strain as much to look at him.
“You’re always telling me how big I am, I figured you’ve only fucked guys with chodes or something. I want you to be comfortable, so I just wanted to make sure you had the right condoms.”
“Okay.” She nods. “Are you still going to…to bend me over and put me in my place?”
“Is that what you want?”
“I’m afraid to say yes because then you’ll do the complete opposite to keep teasing me.”
“Alright, listen.” He sits up on his knees, placing his hands on top of her knees. “That kind of stuff is supposed to feel good. I’m not going to bend you over my knee and make you count to ten. I am going to spank you, but only because I want to watch your ass ripple while you’re wearing these panties.”
“You can do whatever you want. I want you to do whatever you want.”
“Mhm, I know. You want me to use you like my own personal plaything.” He pulls his hoodie off and tosses it to the floor. He moves to sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here and lay across my lap.”
Layna crawls over to him and does as he says. He’s sitting far back enough on the bed so that she’s not dangling off of it. She’s actually pretty comfortable. She feels his finger hook into the back of her panties to pull them to the side. His fingers gently rub through her folds. Then he drags his fingers up the back of her ass cheek before groping it. He lifts his hand and brings down on her hard, making her jolt forward.
“Was that too hard?” He asks as he rubs over the pink welt forming.
“No, that was perfect.” She says after she catches her breath. “You can even do it harder.”
“You’re a dream, you know that?” He smiles at her, then pushes her head back down. His hand goes up, and he swats her ass hard.
He switches from spanking her to rubbing her from behind with his fingers until she’s dripping and sticky between her legs. He lifts her up just enough to get out from under her, then gets behind her. Her kisses on her ass, where his various handprints are, in an attempt to soothe her flaming skin. He grips the waist of her panties and drags them down her legs.
“Should’ve taken these off before and stuffed them down your throat while I was spanking you.” He sighs, disappointed with himself. “Next time.” He tosses the garment to the floor and spreads her cheeks. He licks up from her slit to her ass, then crawls up her body, licking up her back and kissing on her shoulders. She likes having his weight on her. “What do you feel like doing tonight since I’m here at a better hour?”
“Hmm…” She taps her chin and he gives her the room to roll onto her back. She smooths her hands over his shoulders before pecking his lips. “You’re a real ass man.”
“Guilty as charged.” He smirks. “You’ve got great tits too, though. Think I really like your whole body.”
“I like yours too.” She giggles.
“Seriously, Layna, how do you want it tonight?”
“I feel like you’re asking because you have something you wanna do.”
“Guilty again.” He sighs. “I want to fuck you, like normal…and then I was wondering if we could go a second round, but that time…could I fuck you in the ass? How do you feel about anal?”
“I like it!” She blurts out. “I really like it. It feels good. I have a, um, a, uh vibrator that you can put inside me and then you’ll feel the vibrations too while you’re fucking me and it’ll feel really good for both of us.”
“So, you’ve been fucked in the ass before?”
“Mhm. Well, not with an actual dick. It was with a butt plug, but it was pretty big and I used it a lot.”
“I’ll loosen you up with my fingers while I fuck you from behind.”
“You’re gonna have to take your shorts off to fuck me.” She grins.
“Not yet I don’t. I just got your panties off, I’m gonna go down on you. You made a fucking mess while you were getting spanked.”
“I thought I was gonna squirt. My pelvis was right on your thigh, it felt so good.”
“Well, we’ll just have to make sure that happens. I didn’t mean to deny you of anything.”
He kisses back down her body and gets right to work. He sucks on her lips, spits on her, then starts fucking her with his tongue while his fingers take care of her clit. She tugs on his hair and her thighs shake when he starts sucking on her clit. He moves his tongue around it in circles and keeps it wet. He presses his hand down on her lower belly and fucks into her with his fingers.
“Oh, shit.” She gasps. “Fuck, fuck! You’re so good at this.” She throws her head back and lets the waves crash over her. She makes a mess between her legs for him, and he gladly cleans it up. They both sit up and rid themselves of the rest of their clothes. Harry sees the condoms on the side table, so he grabs one to roll on. “Hey, wait.” She puts her hand on his wrist.
“What?” He looks at her with a frown. “Do you not feel like it now? It’s okay if you don’t, I’m obviously not going to force you, um, I can le-“
“Harry, calm down.” She chuckles. “I very much still want to fuck. I just…you’ve never let me…I’ve only ever given you a hand job.”
“Oh.” He rips the foil packet open and rolls the rubber onto his throbbing cock.
“You’ve had me choke on your fingers, and you know how good I am with my mouth. Do you not want my mouth on you there?”
“It’s not that.” He knees onto the bed and maneuvers her to lay on her back. “I guess I’d just rather put it in you here.” He pushes inside of her and she swallows him whole. “Nothing feels better than this.” His hand slides up her chest until it’s gripping her throat.
“I – fuck – I just want you to know I’ll do it. I think I’m one of the few women out there that actually likes having someone’s dick in their mouth.” She rubs his forearm up and down while he gently squeezes on the sides of her throat. “I want to reciprocate.” She manages to say.
“I’ll think about it.” He grunts as he thrusts in and out of her.
With him sitting up and choking her, and her laying on her back with her knees bent, it’s not long before Layna’s bed starts to shake, and her headboard starts banging against the wall.
“Can I rub my clit?” She asks faintly.
“Fuck, yeah, you can.” His free hand reaches to grip the top of the headboard. “You’re such a good girl, Jesus Christ. I want you to come. Come whenever you want, you don’t have to hold it.”
“Fuck, Harry, thank you.”
She reaches her hand to rub at her clit, and she melts further into the mattress. Harry gets distracted from watching her touch herself, and ignores the popping sound he hears between them. He starts panting, and so does she. Her back arches off the bed as she comes, and he follows behind, filling her up.
He lets go of her throat and comes down to kiss her. Layna moans into his mouth as she calms down. They both start smiling and giggling.
“Nothing’s even funny.” She continues giggling. “That just felt really fucking good.”
“Yeah, it did.” He smooths some hair away from her forehead.
“Will you fuck my ass now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He pecks her lips and pulls out of her.
“Do want, like, a banana or anything to help you bounce back?”
“You have bananas?” He asks excitedly.
“Yeah! They’re in the kitchen in the fruit bowl.”
“Sick.” He gets off the bed, and tosses the condom in her trash. “Do you want one?”
“No, thanks. Maybe…could you get me a glass of water? Throat’s a little sore.”
“Shit, I didn’t do it too hard did I?”
“No! Oh my gosh, no. It was perfect. I can’t wait to see the bruises on my neck in the morning.” She blushes.
“You’re perfect, you know that?”
He pecks her forehead before leaving the room. He comes back shortly with half a banana in his mouth, the other half in one hand and a glass of water in the other. Layna takes the glass and slowly sips on the water. Harry tosses the banana peel in the trash before getting back on the bed.
She looks down and sees that he’s still plenty hard. He notices her looking and then raises an eyebrow at her.
“What, do you not like the way I have it shaved?”
“Huh?” She snaps out of her trance. “No, I just…how did you get hard again so fast?”
“It never went down.” He shrugs. “I have pretty good stamina. I’ll be sensitive, but that’ll be better for you so I won’t have to be in your ass for that long. I know it feels good, but a long round of anal sex can feel not so good the next day.”
“That’s so true.”
“How much prep do you think you need? Will you open right up for me?”
“I’d really like to.” She chews on her bottom lip, and leans over him to grab her bottle of lube out of her drawer. “This should help, though.”
“Ah.” He observes the bottle. “This is good stuff.”
“Yeah, I prefer the water based lube, it’s less messy and feels more natural.”
“Get on your stomach, I’ll start getting you ready. Put your ass up in the air.”
Layna listens to him and gets into position. He squeezes the bottle and lets the lube drip and slide down her hole. He gets his middle finger wet, and rubs it around her rim. Layna sighs contently into her pillow. Harry works his finger into her slowly.
“Harry, my vibrator is in that same drawer. Could you grab it and put it inside my pussy?” She looks back at him over her shoulder. “It’ll help me relax a little more for you.”
“Yeah, one sec.”
He pulls his finger from her and leans over the edge of the bed to rummage through her drawer. He find the vibrator. It’s in the shape of a penis, and is simple. Harry gets some lube on it before turning it on and slipping it inside of her. She sighs and relaxes a little more. Harry rips open another condom and rolls it onto his cock.
“I’m gonna start.” He tells her, rubbing her hips and asscheeks.
“Could I…could we switch positions?”
“You wanna ride my dick while it’s in your ass?”
“Yeah, sit on the edge of the bed.” Harry does as she says, intrigued by it. Layna gets off the bed, holding the dildo inside her, and backs up until she’s sitting on Harry’s lap with her back to his chest. “This is more comfortable, and with my legs on the outside of yours, I’m spread a little more.”
“I didn’t think most women knew how to take it up the ass without doing doggy.” He grips himself and paints his cock along her hole. Layna reaches behind and helps him slowly feed it into her.
“I guess I’m not most women.” She grunts. “Ew, I didn’t mean that in like a ‘I’m not like other girls’ way.”
“I knew how you meant it.” He holds his breath until his cock is all the way inside of her. He keeps his hands on her hips, but they both just sit for a moment, the sound of the vibrator inside Layna filling the room.
“I feel so full.” She sighs and hooks an arm behind Harry’s head. “You can move.”
“You sure?”
“Mhm. Give it to me.”
Harry starts to move Layna for her, controlling the pace. She’s not complaining. They get a good rhythm going after Harry squirts some extra lube on her ass. He moves her legs so it’s like she’s straddling him. It gives her some leverage to start moving herself while Harry thrusts up inside of her and rubs her clit.
He watches as sweat falls down her spine. He leans forward and kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders. It’s a slow grind, a good groove. Layna hasn’t felt this good in a long time. She’s never told any of her friends, not even Christine, that she likes anal sex this much. It’s so taboo and naughty and she can take it so well. She’s not sure what it is exactly, but she just likes feeling full. Not to mention, she loves the way a man reacts to it. Harry is breathing heavily and moaning and pressing his sweaty chest to her back. His hands are groping her breasts, she’s got a decent grip on his hair, and it’s all so deliciously overwhelming.
“Layna, I’m getting close.” He warns her.
“I’m almost there.” She pants.
His fingers go back to her clit and he starts rubbing at rapid fire. Layna starts moaning loudly and spilling out expletives. Harry places one of his hands behind him for leverage. His own back is arching, he can feel his orgasm at the base of his spine. He can’t hold it.
“Fuck!” He cries out, then bites down hard on Layna’s left shoulder.
That pushes Layna over the edge, and she makes a mess all over Harry’s thighs. He holds her to him as they both try to even their breathing. Layna lifts herself up a little, and Harry makes a panicked noise. She hasn’t heard that noise come from him before.
“I’m just taking the vibrator out, don’t worry.” She slips the toy out of her and tosses it on the bed, then leans back into Harry. She turns slightly to look at him. “Are you alright?” She asks gently.
“Yeah, that was just really amazing.” His arms are tight around her tummy. “I need a minute, sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m comfortable.” She pecks his lips, and that turns into a very searing, deep kiss from Harry.
They stay like that for around ten minutes, and then Harry lifts Layna off of him. She tells him she’s gonna go use the bathroom. He notices that the this condom popped as well. They must be expired. He grabs one of the wrappers and shoves it into one of his sneakers so he’ll know what brand to pick up the next time he’s at the drug store.
When Layna’s done, Harry goes to use her bathroom. As he comes back to her, he smirks. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt, but that’s it. So he can see everything while she’s changing her sheets. She jumps when she sees him standing in the doorway.
“The sheets were soaked.” She explains.
“I know.” He grabs his boxers and pulls them back on. “Do you always have that much to give when you squirt?”
“Sometimes it’s only a little, and then other times it’s a lot.” She shrugs as she finishes making up the bed. Harry crawls into the side he slept on the last time, and Layna slips in beside him. “Well, goodnight.”
“Night.” He reaches over her to turn her lamp off, then pulls her in close so he can spoon her.
She’s not complaining.
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mitchhbitch · 24 days
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The Unknown
The Strangers!Nick Folio AU. One Shot. Coming Soon..
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Hello everyone! Here is a sneak peek of the fic I am working on! It is coming soon🔪🪓
(Shout out to my bestie @thescarlettvvitch for the amazing cover photo❤️‍🔥)
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Nick walks into the living room and sits on the couch "Are you ready to just relax this weekend?" He says while looking at me.
I turn to look at him with a big smile on my face while getting comfortable next to him"uhmm yes. School has me wanting to rip out my hair. It's just been so hectic with studying for finals. It has me on the verge of a mental breakdown. But I am glad to be here. So no more school and work talk."
Nick puts his arm around me and kisses my head "sounds like a plan babe. I forgot to mention that being up here, we dont get very good or any signal and the wifi has been out for a couple of days now. I got an email about it before I came up here. I have been trying to have someone come out to fix it but it has been difficult."
Leaning into his arm, I jokingly say "well that sucks. How am i suppose to let my family and friends know that I havent been kidnapped or killed?"
Nick throws his head back and laughs "Don't worry. I'll protect you from anything Michelle."
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iloverianjohnson · 1 year
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the sge movie was terrible. let me tell you exactly why i think it sucked
i think they messed up sophie and agatha's friendship. they were never lovey-dovey or "besties for life!" kind of friends. sophie was using agatha as her "good deed" to get into the school for good and evil, and agatha knew this. from this toxic relationship emerged a real friendship, but not really until they got to the school for good and evil. also, one of sophie's main character traits is that she's a shallow bitch who uses everyone to get what she wants (and we love her for that!), but they completely removed that trait when they made her "besties!!" with agatha.
wishing tree?? hello?? let sophie be obsessed with fairytales!! i know they had to do it for the exposition and for the people who've never read the books but they're not doing her character justice.
agatha's personality?? where did it go?? where did my frumpy, grumpy, sarcastic, witchy teenage girl go?? they barely gave her any of her original personality - she wasn't even slightly grumpy until she went to the school for good and evil.
tedros and agatha's relationship. it was so DRAB. the enemies to lovers banter was barely there!
i love sofia wylie... and i have literally no problem with agatha being a POC, i have to admit that sofia wylie is conventionally attractive. agatha is not supposed to be conventionally attractive. she is the opposite of the beauty standard, which is one of the contrasting traits between her and sophie. if they chose an actress who definitely does not fit the beauty standard and had agatha's whole self-realization plotline, it would have fit much better with the story. again this has nothing to do with sofia wylie being POC, so please don't take that the wrong way.
what happened to the swan crests??
why was the school master shown. like the biggest mystery of the first book is the school master. they ruined all the fun by introducing him at the very beginning.
where's sader? where's princess uma? WHERE IS CASTOR AND POLLUX????
the beast?? where's the beast at?
why was sophie punished for talking to an ever... when they were literally in the same dining room... they ruined her whole transition into evilness by having Lesso cut off her hair instead of the beast.
THE RANKINGS. THEY GOT RID OF THE RANKINGS. WE NEVER GOT TO SEE SOPHIE'S "F IS FOR..." OUTFITS.
also Lesso's character was fucked up. they took evelyn sader's plotline and meshed it with hers and it makes me so mad because it takes away from her future relationship with Dovey and it strips her of her character!
WHY WAS DOVEY LIKE THAT.
um where was the circus of talents?? like was that not the biggest thing that happened in the whole book... soman i'm so disappointed in you.
i liked how they did the trial by tale in the movie but i wish they kept the original plotline.
they did my boy yuba so dirty.
also the forest groups was so annoying to watch. i wanted to see sophie and agatha mingle with tedros in the forest.
wtf is this blood magic stuff. did we all collectively forget that entire thing happened in book 5 (or was it book 4? i don't even remember)
they could've made this a 10-episode TV show so easily. they didn't have to get lawrence fishburne or kerry washington or michele yeoh. they could've given smaller actors/actresses a big platform. if each episode was an hour long, we would've gotten much more than we got in this shitty movie. each season could be 1 book. catch my drift? netflix, you know i'm onto something.
i wanted a groom room scene.
the ever's ball. ugh. they did agatha so dirty.
HER CIRCUS OF TALENTS GOWN WAS REMOVED BECAUSE THERE WAS NO CIRCUS OF TALENTS
they did hester so dirty. like where was her witchiness? her superiority complex? her intense and undying love for her coven even though she insults and belittles them constantly?
ANADIL!! where were her rats?? also i think i saw someone else point this out that they could've cast an albino person because she is albino in the books. there's already so little albino representation. and that doesn't mean she can't be black, she could be a black albino person. i did love the girl who played her though.
i wanted more coven scenes.
tedros was not annoying like he was in the book and i was mad about it lmao
agatha and tedros felt so forced!!
that's all i can think of right now. im so mad about the movie that im going to go write an entire screenplay for a 10-episode tv series.
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elisysd · 8 months
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Epilogue
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Masterlist - Previously
A year and a half later
“And the Oscar for best actress goes to… Lyanna Michel-Leclerc for Ferrari!”
It was almost 3 am in Monaco when Charles bursted out of joy in the big living room of the house. After all the stress, the promo, the pre-Oscars interviews, the fitting with her stylist, Lyanna’s Ferrari journey could not end on a better note. Charles knew she was going to get it. There was no other options. She got every single awards for her performance there was never a doubt in his mind that she would win the Oscar. beautiful in her navy dress, a hair fallen with grace on her back he watched her as she was standing up, hugging the rest of the cast and going up that stage to receive the trophy.
Beside Charles, in a crib, a small little nine months old baby with brown hair was fidgeting and slowly waking up.
“Hey princess. Look, it’s mommy on the TV.”
The little girl looked at his father with big hazel eyes and smiled at him making Charles’ heart melt some more. He took her in his arms carefully, not without lightly touching her face with his fingers and kissing her forehead. He was totally in love with his daughter, something that caused teasing from his family and Lyanna who always liked to joke around saying that she was not Charles’ favourite woman anymore. The little girl then looked to the screen that Charles was pointing at and gave a toothless grin when she recognised her mother.
“Yes, I know, mommy is beautiful.”
Lyanna could not believe it. Everyone was saying that she was going to get it, but a part of her refused to believe it. But there she was, in the centre of the stage, with cameras pointed at her and people being genuinely happy for her. She took the awards from Anne Hathaway’s hands and started to talk.
“Fuck… sorry! It’s just… wow. I don’t really know what I’m supposed to say, to be honest. Three years ago I was in this exact same room, I remember sitting right there, and seeing Florence Pugh get the Oscar I was also nominated for. Rightfully so, she is amazing I love her, she knows that. It might not seem like a long time ago to you but to me it seems like a lifetime ago. So many things have changed for me. First I want to thank every single person who worked on the movie with us, from the writers, to the sound designers, the cameramen to the cast of course and Michael, thank you. For giving me this opportunity, for believing in me, for everything that I’ve learned and keep learning. I want to thank my mom, how cliché I know, for making me the woman I am today. Moms rock and I know that because I recently became one and I want to dedicate this award to my baby girl. Last but not least, I want to thank my husband who is taking care of our baby at home and who, I know, is watching this. It’s an honour to share your life and I could not be more thankful to have you in mine. You’re the best husband and dad a woman could ask for. I love you. So much. And now I’m coming home because I missed you and I hate being away from you both.”
Two days later, she was back home to Charles attempting to feed their daughter dinner. He was trying to make weird faces to make her laugh and Lyanna, watching the scene from afar, could not help but laugh. She loved those moments, when it was just them three, living their family life. Finally Charles spotted her and left the plate aside to get to her.
“How is my amazing, beautiful, talented and Oscar-winning wife doing?” He asked kissing her deeply, his arms hanging loosely around her frame.
“Exhausted but happy to be home. And how is my perfect, patient, incredible double world champion of husband doing?” she asked him back.
“He is doing great and slowly transforming himself into a stay-at-home dad.”
“And how is Julia? I missed her so much.”
She left Charles side to go the see her daughter who was extending her little arms so Lyanna could carry her.
“Yes, baby, mommy is back and she is not leaving you before a very, very long time.”
Charles went to them with a smile on his face. That’s what perfect family life looked like to him. He put one hand one Lyanna’s waist and the other on Julia’s back before kissing both of their heads.
“My two girls. My two loves. I’m going to miss this so much. For the first time I don’t want to go back to racing.”
“Because you thought that you were leaving without us?”
“I thought you said that Julia was too young to come on the tracks.”
“I bought everything that she would need to be safe both on the plane and on tracks and asked to her doctor if she could. No objections from his side. What did you think, Leclerc? Wherever you go, we go.”
“Whatever you said, Leclerc.” he nodded.
Yes, their life was perfect and he would not trade it for anything else in the world.
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author's note: 284 pages, 124 602 words later, I can officially said that this story is over. What a ride my friends, what a ride. I want to thank every single one of you who, at some point during this story, left a like, a reblog, or a comment. This story exists because of you who helped me find the motivation to write. From the bottom of my heart I could not be more grateful for that. For the last time, what would make me so happy would be to read what your favorite moment of the story is? The moment that made you laugh, cry, scream in anger? Whatever. But for now, Charles and Lyanna's story is over... or at least almost since 10 bonus chapter will come to you soon. They deserver a proper goodbye before they move on with their lives. But stay tuned, a new story is under way and maybe they will make an apparition 👀
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calzone-d · 11 months
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What about when your mad at Ted and you feel bad for snapping at him?
(Hi it's me, and I have terrible PMS rn lmao)
sorry this is a lil short, it's finals week!
thanks for sending this in, anon!
you can find my masterlist here.
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It was one of those days where every little thing irritated the shit out of you. People breathing too loud, chewing too obnoxiously, your hair being extremely frizzy for no reason- everything was just annoying.
Ted came home in a particularly upbeat mood, which you normally adored to see. You still did, you just was hoping for some space to decompress from your day before spending the evening socializing with him. It wasn’t anything against him, you just needed to be alone.. in silence.
“Hey darlin’! Ooh-wee I can’t wait to tell you about what happened out on the pitch today. You see-“
You nodded and hummed occasionally at his story, not as invested as you should’ve been, but even the simple act of cooking dinner was taking everything in you.
Ted continued to ramble on about his day as you cooked. You spilled some rice on the oven- no big deal, you’d clean it later. Then, you checked the chicken in the oven only to find that it was burnt.
“Shit!”, your frustrated voice interrupted Ted’s story.
“What’s the matter?”
“I burnt the fucking food, and there’s such a mess to clean up and-“
Ted cut you off with an optimistic, “We can worry about it after dinner, hun.”
Before you could stop yourself, your temper got the best of you.
“No, Ted! I don’t want to just deal with it later! Im fucking exhausted and I just want to spend a quiet night in bed!”
Ted’s brows furrowed as you continued, “And I love you, and I love hearing about your day but I just- I can’t right now!”
He left you with a quiet, “Well alright, then” before heading to the living room. Though you were thankful for a few moments to yourself, you knew you were in the wrong.
Ted came and fixed himself a plate a few minutes later, but took it back into the living room without saying a word. You felt guilty. It would’ve been so easy to just be open with him, but on top of being irritated you were trying to do a million things at once, which wasn’t a great combination.
You cleaned up dinner, and put on your pajamas before taking a seat next to Ted on the couch. He didn’t say anything as you sat down, even as your eyes met.
“Ted.. I’m sorry.”, your voice was soft.
He nodded for you to continue.
“Today was just so.. so frustrating and jam-packed and I was hoping for some time to decompress but then dinner went the way it did, and I felt bad for not listening to your story but I just really needed a few moments to myself.”
After a few seconds he spoke, “Then why didn’t ya just ask me?”
His voice stayed calm and gentle, fitting for the man you loved. You were worried you’d stuck a nerve, especially with the wounds Michelle left him with. The last thing you wanted was for him to think he was ‘too much’. Still, it would’ve been so much easier to just ask for space when he got home. It wasn’t his fault you pushed yourself too far.
“That’s what I should’ve done, and I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you thinking I didn’t care, or didn’t want to hear about your day-“
“There’s a big difference between not carin’ and just needin’ a moment.”
You slowly nodded as your eyes cast downward. “I know. I should’ve just asked for some time alone, instead of snapping at you. My shitty day had nothing to do with you.. and I don’t want you to think it did.”
He shook his head as he shuffled closer to you, “Darlin’, that’s fine. Just ask next time, okay? I don’t like seein’ you all stressed.”
Your head fell against his shoulder as you finally smiled for the first time all day. “I’ll work on finding better ways to communicate that. Thank you for listening.. I’d love to hear about your day before bed?”
One of Ted’s hands reached down to cup your cheek so that he could pull you in for a kiss. He kissed you gently, and lovingly. When he pulled away his hand smoothed over the top of your head before he pressed another kiss there.
“Sounds like a plan, stan. Now, you tell me what we’re watchin’ tonight.”
He pulled you in close as you both settled together on the couch.
thanks for reading!
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