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loveshotzz · 7 months

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My name’s Elvira, but you can call me tonight

steve harrington x eddie’sbestfriend!reader

Melt With You

summary: A cancelled movie night, Steve’s first high, and a realization you weren’t expecting.

wc: 2.7k

warnings: my blog is 18+ but this will be pretty safe for work. takes place in 1988 when Elvira Mistress of the Dark came out. post season four but no mention of the upside down, fem!reader, mentions of weed smoking, mentions of being stoned and being high for the first time, mutual pining, cuddling.

A/N: first I want to dedicate this to @bewilderedbunny for pointing out that Steve Harrington is Bob coded which made me fall even more in love with him. You can also thank @dr-aculaaa for putting this brain worm in my head where it spiraled and then she entertained it again and it spiraled some more. p.s. I know her movie macabre was cancelled in 86 but brought back in the 90’s but let’s pretend.

mini series masterlist -> chapter two 🎃

Steve was close. Too close.

His thigh is warm pressed against yours, long legs spread wide taking up most of the room on the couch. The cedar that clings to the threads of his maroon sweater mix with the old spice that he’s almost sprayed too much of, and you’re surprised at how much you actually like it. You blame it on the joint you both shared, and you do it again when his socked foot touches yours from under the blanket draped across your laps and your heart rate kicks up a few beats. This was just Steve, your new friend. Eddie’s new unlikely friend.

The living room in your apartment is dimly lit in a mess of Halloween colored string lights strung up along your walls that Eddie helped you hang up last week on the first official day of fall. They fill the small space in bursts of warm orange pumpkins and tiny purple bats while Elvira Mistress of The Dark glows from the screen of your TV in front of your couch. The couch where Steve is still sitting too close.

The flicker of your candles dances across your walls and you’re tempted to blow them all out when they keep catching the corner of your eye. Maybe that's why you can't focus on the movie you were so excited about. The movie you raised a big fuss over when the group canceled your weekly night in favor of dates and work. The movie Steve still offered to watch with you saying he had no plans anyway. You really contemplate it when you realize it’s filling your living room with the kind of smell that’s eerily similar to the one embedded in the leather of the BMW you recently started getting more rides in.

When Steve laughs you can smell the berry on his breath from the Red Vines he can’t stop eating, his fingertips glisten from the half finished tub of popcorn on the coffee table. His arm brushes the length of yours when he leans forward to toss the almost empty pack of candy with the rest of the snacks and your stare immediately finds the sliver of tan skin revealed to you when the maroon hem rides up. Stomach flipping when you spot more freckles than the ones that seem to dot the endless expanses of his perpetually sun kissed skin.

“Wow, she’s funny!” He snickers like he just got a good surprise, leaning back into the cushions. “I didn’t know she was so funny.”

The shift in his weight makes the couch dip, bringing you closer to him. Shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh. Why is your chest tight?

Turning your head, you meet his blood shot, heavy lidded gaze and lazy smile that pushes up his pink cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Steve Harrington so content. So relaxed. It might have something to do with the fact that the joint you both shared was his first.

“Beauty, humor and brains? How could you go wrong?” You grin and it makes the amber in his eyes light up.

“Yeah,” He stares at you for a second longer than he’d have the guts to on a normal day before adding with a sigh “tell me about it.”

There was something different about the way he was looking at you tonight, and it makes your palms sweat. The fly away honey strands that stick out wildly by his ears look softer than normal too. Why do you want to find out? Clearing your throat, he raises his eyebrows up at you in an unphased offering of his attention.

“How are you doing big boy? You coughed quite a bit earlier.” His gaze narrows at the nickname letting you know that Steve was still very much in there.

“I think it’s perfectly normal for someone who hasn’t smoked before to cough when they take an accidental big hit,” he challenges, his sock covered toes finding yours again seemingly on their own, “and to answer your rudely asked question, I’m having a very nice time.”

He tries to keep his face straight but the smile that stretches a mile wide across yours makes him snort, the whites of his perfect teeth blinding in the dark when you wiggle your feet with his.

“Good, I wouldn’t want Robin to come hunt me down or something.” You giggle leaning back letting your own high relax you into the couch.

Your eyes find Elvira’s generous cleavage on the screen as you try to ignore the feeling of Steve’s hand touching yours when he scratches his thigh and again when he leaves it there.

“Robin won’t care, it’s Nance you gotta worry about. Worry wart Wheeler.” The nickname rolls off his tongue too easily and makes you both stop, letting the sounds of the towns committee trying to get Elvira out fill the silence before you both fall into a fit of laughter.

It was the kind of laughter that left hot tears streaming down your faces as you leaned even further into each other trying to catch your breath, only for one of you to mutter ‘worry wart wheeler’ when the other would finally be holding it together just to start all over again. By the time it was done, and the last few chuckles subsided, his head had found a new home on your shoulder with his forehead buried in the crook of your neck.

The smell of his hairspray, and the soft flyaways you’d wondered about tickle your nose with his hair pressed to your cheek. Your socked feet stay tangled together as you try not to think about the size difference and that stupid saying you’d heard in middle school, and you definitely try not to think about how the tip of his pinky bumps into the side of your hand and how you don’t hesitate to hook it with yours.

Cozy. Too Cozy.

There’s a comfortable silence that falls between you both when your attention is finally brought back to the movie and you wonder if he’s having the same existential crisis as you at how good this feels. Eddie would never let you live it down. You and the hair?! Steve’s amused hum breaks you out of your train of thought and you already know you’ll have to watch this again when you aren’t so…distracted.

Elvira and Bob are fighting with a monster she accidentally concocted inside of a pot instead of the casserole she was trying to make, and his finger tightens around yours when Bob almost loses the fight before he shakes against you with a chuckle. The longer the movie goes on, the more you start noticing Steve’s similarities to the hunk who stole the Mistress of the Dark’s affections, mumbling an ‘oh my god’.

God dammit, you have a crush on Steve Harrington.

The weed makes the realization floor you more than it probably would on a normal day, because you aren’t blind, anyone could tell you how handsome the former king of Hawkins is. But no one could have warned you about how soft he is, especially right now with sleepy eyes and messy hair that smells like pine and too much hair product. They wouldn’t be able to tell you how big of a dweeb he is, or as Robin affectionately calls him a ‘dingus’. They also don’t know how good of a friend he is to anyone who’s lucky to have him, like refusing to let you spend the night alone and watching a movie he knew you were excited about just because he’d actually listened when you talked about it for weeks, even saving you the first copy in Keith’s possession.

Too bad you’ve barely retained any of it.

As if he could hear your thoughts, you feel the slight turn of his head and the heavy weight of his stare on the side of your face. You try not to give yourself away and keep your gaze locked on the TV where the town has Elvira ready to be burned at the stake, and Bob has to rescue her. You have to resist the urge to roll your eyes, the universe just rubbing it in now.

The side of your body he’s been leaning against starts to go numb, and no matter how much you want to stay exactly like this for whatever is left of the night, the need for circulation becomes too much. Your eyes flick down to his that haven’t haven’t wavered and that slow happy smile spreads across his pink lips when they meet.

“You doing okay, honey.” The nickname he’s called you sarcastically in arguments sounds different when it’s wrapped in affection like this.

“Not that I’m not enjoying -,” nerves make your throat close up and you have to clear them out before you finish, “not that I’m not enjoying this. My arm is just kind of going numb.”

Heat rises to your cheeks with embarrassment that you know is misplaced, and his eyes go wide when your words click. His reaction is fast despite the smoked joint that's snuffed out in an empty coke can on the table when he pulls away. The warmth of his body that’s invaded what feels like every inch of yours for the last hour is gone and the tightness in your chest worsens now that you miss it. Stupid crush. Stupid blood flow.

“Oh my god, sorry, sorry, I was just so comfortable I wasn’t even thinking.” There’s stress in his tone that you haven’t heard all night and you decide that you hate it, he’s always stressed.

“Hey,” Your fingers curl around his bicep, and it flexes under the thick material of his sweater when his eyes meet yours, making you forget how to speak for a moment, “if we lay down on our sides we’ll - we’ll be more comfortable?”

Your heart beats loud in your ears after you throw out your suggestion fully knowing there’s gotta be less than twenty minutes left of the movie at most.

“Yeah, we can do that, like, big spoon?” He points to himself, with eyes as red as his cheeks before pointing to you with a small grin, “little spoon?”

You bite your bottom lip to contain the smile that threatens to break across your face, and it only makes his grow.

“Yeah, just like that Harrington.” You giggle and you don’t miss the kind of glint in his eyes that sparkles because of it.

“Harrington? I thought I was big boy?” He mocks with fake offense, clumsily clambering back onto the couch letting himself fully extend.

His socked feet almost hang off the armrest but the problem is quickly solved when he turns onto his side leaving just enough room for you. One of his big hands patting the cushions in an invitation that makes you both laugh.

“I thought you hated that nickname?” you tease, butterflies that never existed before erupting when he watches you with soft eyes climb into the spot next to him.

Your head lands in the crook of his elbow, amber and spice enveloping you while one of his long fingers curl around your hip not hesitating to pull you flush against his chest like he missed you. Maybe you weren’t the only one with a wandering mind tonight.

“I don’t,” he agrees, lips coming up right next to your ear and you wonder if he can feel the shiver that runs down your spine, “but I kinda like it when you say it.”

Your body curls into him when you giggle with a throb in your core that makes your thighs press together. Steve chuckles, hooking his chin over your shoulder and his feet find yours at the end of the couch like they did under the blanket. Grabbing the throw off the floor, you drape it back over the two of you when you both finally get situated.

He feels like he’s everywhere and it’s even harder to concentrate like this, especially when all his fingers are laced with yours now. The pad of his thumb rubs circles on the top of your hand, and you can feel the way his cheeks push up into a grin every time something makes him laugh. You spend the last bit of what’s left of the movie tangled up with him like this, and neither one of you try to move when the credits roll or when the screen goes black.

The air buzzes with the kind of tension that’s laid dormant until there’s nothing to distract you from it anymore in the new silence. His breath fans hot across your neck while the strokes of his thumb get slower, adding a little more pressure to the muscle there, and feels good enough to have your eyes flutter closed.

Maybe it’s the darkness of your living room, or the way the tip of his nose starts to trace the shell of your ear but you get the surge of confidence you need to turn around and face him. Steve doesn’t protest at all, letting you move with the kind of ease that makes you wonder if he was waiting for it all along. The small smile on his face tells you he absolutely was.

The new angle has you looking up at him from under your lashes, while his hand that held yours all night covers the middle of your back bringing you to his chest, getting you just as close as before. Your legs slot together while warm lights flicker across his face, they bounce and reflect off the lingering glaze that coats his eyes. Embers burning in a mossy ground.

It starts to feel like Steve Harrington wants to kiss you, and you’d be lying if your said you didn’t want him too.

“Hi” You whisper, the corners of your lips pulling up because they can’t help it when he looks at you like this.

“Hi” the rich honey of his voice comes out low as he dips his head down to rest on his forearm right above yours.

The tips of your noses are dangerously close to touching, and you swear you hear his breath hitch when your feet find his again. Holding his gaze, you silently dare him to read your mind so you don’t have to say it out loud. You do it first.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You try not to think about how it sounds like something you’d say at the end of a date.

“Me too, I’m uh -“ a puff of hot air fans across your face when he laughs, and you notice his first sign of nerves all night, “I’m glad I didn’t make a fool of myself or anything.”

“I have to say I’m impressed, you handled your first joint like a pro.” Your hands dare to run up his chest, plucking a piece of lint from the threads of his sweater. You feel the way the muscles in his stomach flex for you, and you have to bite back your smirk.

“I had good company is all.” He hums, the blunt ends of his nails scratching along the dip of your back, before whispering “Is this okay?”

Your eyes flutter shut with contentment you haven’t felt in a while, your whole body melting into his with a mumbled ‘mmmhm’

“Does Elvira have any other movies we could watch sometime?” His question makes your eyes pop open, and he tries to look as nonchalant as possible before adding, “you know just me and you.”

“Not a movie, per say but she has a show I like to watch where she does funny commentary on B rated horror films.” Your two feet trap one of his between them playfully to try and ease the nerves he shouldn’t have, earning you that megawatt smile that’s made half the ladies in Hawkins swoon.

So, Steve Harrington wasn’t a mind reader.

“That sounds like fun,” He lets out a relieved sigh that you didn’t know he was holding, close enough now for your noses to touch.

“Yeah? You wanna come have fun with me?” You tease, but it comes out sounding like a double entendre that makes your skin heat up, especially when Steve closes his eyes and groans. The nails that scratch your back freeze as he tries regaining some semblance of self control. Licking his lips, he exhales a breath out of his nose before he speaks,

“Abso-“

His answer gets cut off by the sound of your front door slamming open, followed by the bellowing voice of the only other person who has keys to your apartment.

“I’ve come for boobies and I brought beer! Better late than never am I ri- Whoa, whoa, WHOA, what is going on here?” Eddie’s shock is quickly replaced by amusement, dimples poking deep holes in his cheeks when he grins wildly as he takes in the two of you on the couch.

What was going on here?

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beansprean · 1 year

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Atlantis AU….. for @fanfic-fugue who asked the very important question what if a vampire fanboy with Van Helsing lineage led an expedition to an ancient lost vampire city no one thinks exists? And also Nandor had his tits out? 😈

(ID in alt and under cut)

1a. Background of an underground Persian palace of cracked stone and tile, overgrown with vines and moss and surrounded by pink silk trees. Closer to the viewer, beyond a plain that is half sand half meadow, is a double waterfall flanked by cracked stone pillars, pouring into a basin covered by a gulley of cypress trees. Closer still is a short set of fallen stairs leading down to a peaceful blue pond with floating lily pads and a massive cracked stone pillar set crooked in the ground. The pillar is coated in vines and algae and has a center ring of round protrusions capped by red gems, some of which are missing. Standing at the top of the ruined stairs are Guillermo and Nandor. Guillermo is dressed like Milo Thatch in an army green tank top, brown breeches, and stockings, a leather bag crossed over his chest and an old book tucked under his arm. He is reaching out towards the pillar with his free hand, smiling in fascination as he remarks, “Wow, this architecture is amazing!” Nandor stands behind him, arms tucked behind his back, and replies “I suppose. It looks like breasts.” Nandor is wearing a version of his usual layered kaftan in light purples and blues, a long dark blue sash with gold patterns draped over his shoulders and tucked into a leather belt at his waist. 1b. Full body drawing of Nandor in the same outfit, showing more detail like brown leather boots, the ancient-looking sword strapped to his belt, and the looser bun holding back his hair. Nandor is standing proud and upright, looking directly at the viewer with one hand on the hilt of his blade.

2a. Close up of Guillermo soaking wet and dripping, his tank top now translucent enough to see his nipples through. He is talking excitedly, almost manic, grinning and gesturing wildly with his hands at someone offscreen. There is a plain gold crucifix around his neck. 2b. Close up of The Guide dressed like Helga Sinclair in a long silk black evening dress, black gloves, ushanka, and fur stole, draped casually in a chair with legs crossed, the fur tucked into her elbows and one strap of the dress slipped down over her shoulder. She lifts one hand in a “what the heck?” gesture and says, “Guillermo de la Cruz… I sent, like, 50 ravens!!”

3a. Full body of Guillermo smiling confidently, holding up an old leather book with a red skull design, titled “Vampyr”. He is wearing a khaki colored sweater, brown breeches, stockings, button boots, and a long faded green coat. He has a leather bag strapped across his chest. 3b. Full body of Nandor stripped down to a tiny wrapped-cloth undergarment, standing with hip cocked flirtatiously, one arm stretched up to rest against the side of the image as he grins teasingly, one eyebrow cocked. He asks casually, “Do you swim?” 3c. Close up of Guillermo pausing in the act of pulling off his own shirt, clutching the hem with both hands at his breast line. He stares openly at Nandor, face tomato-red and shaking mouth struggling to form words, stuttering out, “I-I swim pretty guy- pretty good!!”

4. Nandor and Guillermo floating together underwater, Nandor in his cloth briefs and Guillermo in white boxers. They both have their hands placed on a cracked stone mural depicting an ancient bearded warrior on horseback, wielding a sword much like Nandor’s and a helmet and armor similar to the one his ghost wore in the show. Their hands touch against the stone and they turn to look at each other, Guillermo flushed and spilling bubbles between his lips, Nandor unbreathing with large liquid eyes. Guillermo’s crucifix is floating up in the water, shining bright gold. The entire scene is overlaid with teal and shining water effects, light piercing down at them in rays. /end ID

#wwdits #nandermo #atlantis the lost empire #atlantis au #mlm #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #wwdits the guide #what we do in the shadows fx #what we do in the shadows #my art #fanart #image described

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azwhore · 6 months

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this is pt. 2 to my last post, hope you like ;)

words: 2.6k

warnings: smut, fluff (this is pretty fluffy), oral sex (f and m receiving), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, public sex, unprotected sex, edging i guess?, am i missing anything?

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It’s been about 10 minutes of you and Alex resting peacefully on each other. He provided you with the most delicious, but simple, dinner. It was really needed after your day from work.

“You know…” he interrupts the silence. “The surprise isn’t over just yet, love.” Alex holds this cocky tone in his voice. What is your boyfriend planning?

“Oh? Well how ‘bout you tell me, Turner?” You ask, ever so curious. He moves his head off yours as little pieces of hair fall over his forehead. Picking up your head as well, you look at him, puzzled. He places a passionate kiss on your lips, wanting more, but stopping.

“That would just ruin the surprise, now would it?” Way to beat around the bush. Alex gets up, leaving you stranded on the blanket. You’re confused, wondering why he left his spot next to you.

He looks back and stops in his tracks, saying in a sweet tone, “You coming, love?”

You stand and walk over to him, asking, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see. You should grab a sweater.” He says coyly. You glare at him, not entirely liking the secrecy. Alex swallows his saliva, nerved by you. He knows better than to rile you up.

“Uh, don’t worry, love. It’s nothing bad. Promise.” Right.

You nod, walking to your closet to grab a cream colored cardigan. It was thick, but not enough as to make you hot.

You stride back to Alex at the exit of your apartment. He takes in your beauty once again, not looking away.

“Wow…”

“What?”

“I just can’t believe you’re mine.” This man sure knows what he’s doing. You’re flustered by the comment. You still never get used to his compliments; it makes you feel good each time.

“Let’s go.” You say, a bright red blush spreading across your cheeks. He smirks at you. Alex knows exactly what he does to you.

***

You both get downstairs, arriving at his parked car. Alex opens your door for you, waiting for you to get inside.

“Ladies first.” You roll your eyes slightly at his comment, smiling. He closes your door, walking over to the driver’s side.

“Seat-belted?” You nod. It’s only the bare minimum to ensure your safety. He buckles himself in and starts the car. Alex then puts his arm on your seat to look back as he put the car in reverse. You stared at him, drinking in his features: chiseled jaw, brown, light curls, a slight vein popping out in his neck. Man was he a god.

He noticed you staring. You look away as he lets out a smirk.

“Enjoying the view, love?” he says in his usual cocky tone.

“Shut up.” you sound irritated. Alex lets out a chuckle at your words. He loved teasing you.

***

After about twenty minutes, you arrive at a park. It looked to be a little secluded, yet there were still quite a few people. It wasn’t anything outrageous, but it was still beautiful. Trees and bushes scattered everywhere, as well as street lamps and benches. You’ve always enjoyed nature; Alex knew that. So this seemed to be the perfect place to take you on a Friday night.

“Surprise!” he silently shouts in a sing-songy voice.

“Wow, this is beautiful,” you say, true to your words. Just from the entrance the park looked amazing.

Alex gets out of the car and jogs over to your side. He opens the door, slightly bowing as you step out.

“Milady,” he worships in his thick accent.

“Why thank you kind sir.” you respond, giggling. Alex loved hearing your laugh. It warmed his heart each time. You were like the first day of spring.

You hook your arm through his as you stroll through the park. Alex mentions going along one of the paths to which you agreed. Both of you point out different things that peak your interests. At one point, he mentioned a squirrel stealing a piece of bread from a bird. After a little while, the two of you have seen just about everything.

Alex suddenly brings you against a thick tree facing away from the path. He immediately starts kissing and nipping at your neck, trying to get more access

“Alex…” you say out of breath by your boyfriend’s actions. “Wha-What are you doing? We’re in public!” you whisper-shout. You don’t need anyone around to hear what the two of you are up to.

“You didn’t think that was the only surprise, did you?” he says between kisses. You try to suppress your moans, biting on your lip as he continues to ravish your neck. You bite so hard you could practically taste the metallic taste of blood.

“Shh… be good and stay quiet, yeah?” Alex knows exactly what he’s doing. “Are you okay, love?” he asks.

“Mhm..” you try to form a word, but to no avail.

His hands are on your lower back, slowly caressing it. Alex then moves down slowly to your chest, peppering kisses and licks all over it. He pulls down the sweetheart line of your dress, exposing your breasts. Your nipples instantly receive a rush of cold air. You try to suppress a soft moan at the contact, but failed.

“No bra, huh?” He smirks as he brings your nipple into his mouth. Alex works on it slowly, giving it kitten licks and pecks.

“Alex,” you sigh, “please…” You’re breathless.

“What is it that you want, love?” He teases. He knows exactly what you want. As he asks this, he switches to your other nipple, giving it the same attention as the other.

Your hands are occupied in scratching his scalp, too busy to touch him. Instead, you press your knee gently to his cock, rubbing it; he’s almost completely hard. Alex groans into your breasts at your touch as he continues his abuse on your nipple.

He gives your nipple one last kiss before he moves even lower to your core. Alex gets on his knees, hands resting on your thighs as he’s looking up at you. It’s almost like he’s pleading.

You nod to give your confirmation. That was all he needed for him to pounce onto you. Alex scatters kisses all across your upper thighs. It was becoming increasingly harder for you to hold in your moans.

He then gives a kiss on your soaked panties, sighing at the sensation.

“Baby, you’re soaking wet. This all for me?” He asks. You were practically dripping.

“All yours, Al.” You respond.

He smirks as he pulls your panties down. You were wearing dark red lace panties, Alex’s favorite color.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says as he kisses your pussy. He then licks a long stripe along it, eliciting a moan you tried hiding with your hand. You almost completely forgot you were in public.

“Quiet, love.” He whispers.

Alex delves his tongue into your folds, collecting your juices. He repeats this a couple of times before he’s satisfied and moves up to your clit. His tongue swirls your clit, sending shocks throughout your body. Your hand is pressed so hard against your mouth, fingers white.

He slides one finger along your folds, spreading your wetness. He then presses his finger against your entrance, sliding right in. You moan despite your hand covering your mouth. Alex pulls off of you for a second to look up, mouth glistening. He gestures a finger over his lips, indicating you to be quiet. You nod in understanding.

“Good girl.” He says, giving his customary smirk. He goes back to work, placing kisses over your clit once again.

You can feel the coil in your abdomen swell with each lick and suck Alex makes. He then inserts another finger, bringing you even closer to the edge. His pace is fast, fingers curling to hit that sweet spot over and over. Your eyes are screwed shut, reveling in the pleasure.

You finally open your eyes to look down at Alex. You find his eyes already on you. He was watching you. With each and every action he did, he was watching you.

With that, the coil snaps, causing you to moan loudly. You don’t care if anyone hears you anymore. Your juices spill out of you, coating Alex’s mouth. He doesn’t move, continuing to abuse your pussy. He lets you ride out your high, better than ever.

Soon after, he gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He brings his fingers to your mouth, urging you to taste yourself. You comply, opening your mouth. Alex pushes his fingers into your mouth.

“Don’t you taste divine, love? Absolutely delicious.” You hum in response. “You were such a good girl, cumming on my face. Did so good.” Alex praises. You could live off of his praises alone.

He removes his fingers from your mouth with a wet pop, placing them in his mouth to taste you as well. He moans at the taste.

“Alex, I want to please you too.” You say. It isn’t fair that he gave you the best orgasm, but he got nothing in return. Unbuckling his pants, you spring his cock free. Alex moans at your touch, almost unable to control himself.

“No, love. This is about you.” You want to please him, no matter what.

“Please, Alex. I want to.” You drag your fingers along his cock, earning a groan from him.

“Ah..Fine. Let’s go.” You smile. He stuffs himself back into his pants and grabs your hand. Alex walks fast, making a beeline for his car.

Once you get there, he opens the door for you once again. He made sure you were buckled in and drove off towards your apartment.

You couldn’t wait; you were too impatient. You leaned over the center console and unbuckled his pants once again.

“Love, not now. I’m driving.” You don’t listen, continuing to take his cock back out. The effect you had on him drove him wild.

Continuing your torture, you lick a long stripe up his cock. His moans were so cute. You sink your mouth onto him, taking him in slowly. His groan was long and loud, enjoying your mouth on him.

You stayed like this, taking him in slowly. Alex couldn’t help it anymore and bucked his hips up, hitting the back of your throat.

“Ah..love,” He was always sensitive.

He grabs your hair softly, moving your head up and down. You were perfectly fine with this as he deserved it. With each thrust, he moaned. You felt his cock contract. He was close.

Before he could cum, Alex removed your mouth off of him. You looked at him confused. You wanted to make him cum.

“Not yet.” He wanted to make this moment last.

You soon arrived in front of your apartment. Alex parked the car quickly, eager to have some fun with you. He opens your door and you jump out quickly. He grabs your hand once again as you both run inside the building. You laugh, noticing how this is like a cliché straight out of a romance movie.

Once inside the apartment, Alex pushes you against the wall, pressing kisses all over your lips. You were delectable, he thought.

He kissed along your neck to get things going again. Alex didn’t want to hurt you.

You make your way to the bedroom. He pushes you onto the bed as he takes his shirt off. His body is magnificent; his slightly defined chest, toned arms, soft skin.

You pull your dress down, remaining in only your panties. Alex takes his pants off too, standing in just his boxers. He leans over to cage you between his arms. He stops moving, looking into your glittering, dilated eyes. They were beautiful. Just after, Alex leans in to give you a sweet, loving kiss. It wasn’t rough or needy. Just loving, as if he wanted it to last forever. You kiss him back, reciprocating the same sweetness. You could kiss him all day.

As he’s kissing you, Alex movies his fingers inside your panties. His long, veiny fingers slip inside your cunt. You’re still as wet as ever. As he does so, you still hide your moans with your hand.

However, you can now moan as loud as you want; Alex makes that very clear.

“Love, I want to hear you.” He says in a deep tone. He curls his fingers hard, provoking a loud and languid moan from your lips. You couldn’t help it.

“Alex,” your breathless after that. Your boyfriend sure knows how to make you feel good.

“Good girl.” He praises once again. He knew you were anything but bad.

Alex brought you so close to the edge. You were teetering off of it, until he retracted his fingers from your hole.

“No… baby, please,” You whine.

“It’s okay, love. Don’t worry.” He assures. Alex takes off his boxers and gives himself a couple of strokes. He lines himself up with you, but teases your entrance. You let out another whine, frustrated at his actions. He smirked, knowing you were becoming riled up. Just as you were about to speak, he plunged himself into you slowly. He was sure not to hurt you.

“Jesus, you’re so tight.” He breathes out. As he bottoms out, he stills, patiently waiting for you to adjust to him. Alex peppers kisses all across your face, neck, and chest, soothing the slight pain. It soon went away and he started to move slowly. He felt so good.

He steadily increased his pace, causing just enough friction for that familiar coil to build up again. Alex directly hit that sweet spot over and over again. You couldn’t help your moans; they were uncontrollable now.

His pace was now sloppy and fast, overwhelming you, but you don’t care. Alex’s breathing was erratic. He couldn’t contain himself either, it seems. You could feel his cock throb inside you. You were so close.

“Good girl. Such a good girl.” Alex whispers in your ear, his voice husky and deep.

And just like that his praise threw you over the edge. Your pussy tightened, squeezing Alex’s cock. He let out a sweet moan at the sensation, his cock twitching. His motions stop as you begin to feel even more full than you already are. Alex came inside you and it felt so good. Oh, what a feeling it was.

He laid on top of you without putting his entire weight. A kiss was placed on your hair gingerly, taking in what just happened. After about a minute, Alex rolled off of you with a groan, making you chuckle. His arm wrapped around you as you snuggled into him. His nose was above your head taking in your scent. You smelled like soft vanilla and cherries; he loved it.

“Alex?” You break the comfortable silence.

“Yes, love?” His voice was carrying a benevolent tone.

“Thank you for today. I really enjoyed it.” You were sincere. It may be hard to express your gratitude towards your boyfriend, but you tried. Alex understands your gratitude and warmly welcomes it.

“Of course, lovely. I’d do anything for you. You’d do the same right?” He asks sarcastically.

“Well…” You joke.

“Well that’s not fair!” He jokes back as he pretends to be shocked. Alex doesn’t expect you to do anything for him in return; he’s perfectly content with pleasing only you. (Of course, you always return the favor either way.) He enjoys doing things for you, no matter what the outcome is. As long as he’s standing next to you, then he’s alright.

“I love you.” He says sleepily.

“Love you too.” You respond.

You’ll forever be thankful to have Alex in your life. Alex believes the same thing. You two are just like food is to humans. You both need as well as want each other. That won’t change.

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what do you guys think??? i don’t really like it, so it’s ok to say it’s trash 😭 but ty for reading though🫶🏽

tags: @thenightslikeawhiirlwind @ismiledinthebakery

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applepi-1 · 2 months

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Better than Heather- Oikawa

“Happy Valentine’s Day students at Aoba Johsai! This is Oikawa Toru reminding you to get your valentine flower for that special someone!” Oikawa Toru, captain of the volleyball team, biggest pretty boy in every school, also known as your brothers best friend. Girls from all over come to our school to see him, they just know him as the hot volleyball player, you know him as the alien geek.

You looked out the window seeing girls line up as Oikawa walked out, immediately handed flowers. You frowned watching the scene as he takes everyone one of them smiling brightly at the girls. You knew he loved the attention but also hated it at the same time. You got up out of your seat walking to your locker surprised to see a blue rose taped to it.

A beautiful rose for a beautiful girl. The color blue reminds me of your eyes and how they sparkle when you talk about something you love- your secret admirer.

“Ohhh someone has a crush.” You rolled your eyes as Oikawa sung to you. “From who?”

“Doesn’t say, wow so many.” You looked at the flowers in his hands a huge bouquet as the boy sighed.

“I know, and they’ll die so soon.” You laughed opening your locker taking out a red rose.

“Hope you have room for one more.” His eyes widen slightly looking at the rose in your hand, how the white blends in with the red. “It reminded me of you, the red is how everyone at this school sees you, this well put guy, who’s hot in the girls eyes who can break something if he hits it hard enough. It’s the serious you. And the white is how I see you. The alien loving geek who loves volleyball as well. They guy who would talk your ear off about aliens more than anything else. Who also loves his nephew to death, I thought of you when I saw it, it has two sides and each one I know and care about.” Oikawa dropped all the flowers he had in his arms and looked at the one in your hand. He took it and smiled fondly at you.

“Thank you, I-I don’t know what to say. I love it.” You smiled brightly up at him and bent down to collect the others.

“I hope so, I saw it at a rare boutique and it was the only one she had.”

“Wait, you didn’t get this at the school? But in your own spare time?” You looked up at him and nodded your head, Oikawa’s heart melted at the sight.

“Wow, sis, do I need to track down some guys and tell them you have enough?” You laughed as your brother walked over. “You beat shittykawa over here.” Oikawa looked at you brother not caring about the insult.

“Oh these are for Oikawa, I have one, one blue beautiful rose. Oh and,” You handed your brother the roses who nearly didnt have time to catch them, you grabbed the other rose identical to the other ones at the school and handed it to him. “For you.”

“Awe, I’m lucky to have such a nice sister.” Iwaizumi handed Oikawa back his rosed but he fit all of them under an arm as he held yours alone as if it was special.

“I try, we should get going, you guys have practice soon.”

“Right, come on.”

“Um, Oik, do you need help carrying those?”

“Hm? Nah, no. I’ll just give them to my mom or back to the girls and say I bought them one.”

“So cold.” You laughed before shivering as you enter the gym.

“Cold? Here.” He put the roses by the benches and took off his school sweater handing it to you.

“Thanks Oikawa, I’ll wash it and give it back to you.” He watched as you put the slightly bigger shirt on sighing at the warmth.

“Keep it, it looks better on you.” You blushed as he walked to the locker rooms quickly so you don’t see the blush he has on his face.

—

The next day you found a red rose taped to your locker. Red reminds me of that red dress you wore at the ceremony. You looked so beautiful like a princess.- Your secrete admirer.

You smiled as you placed in your locker next to the blue one, you could tell the texture of the flowers were fake so you weren’t worried about them dying. “4 more days to Valentines.” Oikawa sung in your ear, you rolled your eyes shutting your locker to get a better look at him.

“Gonna ask someone to be your valentines?” You ask leaning against a locker.

“I don’t know, I might, are you?”

“Usually it’s the guys who ask, but who knows.”

“Is there someone your hoping will ask?” You looked up into his brown eyes and smiled.

“Um, maybe, oh and here.” You took a bag out your pocket handing it to him.

“Kisses?”

“They reminded me of your chocolate eyes.” He looked at you with questionable feelings. “They’re deep, rich brown, and if they were a candy, they’d be smooth and pretty and delicious, and I thought of kisses. Because you’re pretty popular and girls talk about how soft- they reminded me of you.” You cut your rant sort before realizing what you were gonna say.

“Are you going to give me gifts until Valentine’s Day?”

“Not unless it bothers you.”

“No, not at all.” He opened the pack before grabbing your hand dropping a kiss in it. “I’ll share my kisses with you and you only. I’ve heard your lips are soft and delicious, and they are pretty.” Your eyes widen as your face turned red, he smirked at you before walking away.

—

You saw a yellow rose the next day. Yellow reminds me of the sun, bright and cheery, you remind me of the sun, it warms up my heart seeing you smile, and it brightens my day to hear you laugh- Your secret admirer.

“3 more days.”

“How is it you come at the perfect timing?”

“Hm, I don’t know, hun. Ou yellow this time, it’s pretty.” You smiled down at them before taking out a alien keychain.

“Do I really have to explain why this one reminds me of you?”

“Yes, because now it’s a given.” He smirked putting his hands in his pockets.

“Toru!” You both turned to see a girl walking over in one of Oikawa’s sweaters.

“Oh um hey Heather.”

“Hey, you left so quickly this morning.”

“Sorry about that. I wanted to hurry up and get my gift this morning.” You looked between the two, she was stunning from head to toe, made you feel self conscious, you looked at the sweater seeing it hand so perfectly off her shoulders and down her figure.

“Oh an alien? That’s a weird gift, anyways thanks for the sweater I swear I didn’t see that wall there this morning.”

“No problem and actually aliens-“

“It reminded me of that time we stayed up talking about the movie Paul, you said you wish you could meet an alien as cool as him.” You said cutting him off handing it to him, he smiled at you lingering his finger tips on yours before holding the key chain in his hand.

“I love that you remembered that. Here.” He handed you a kisses. “For always being cheerful and bright.” You thought back to your note hearing him say something so similar was bizarre.

“Always, I should get to class, see you after school, Oik.” And you did and you saw Heather right next to him.

“Iwa!” Your brother looked at you before jogging over. “Sorry I’m late got held up.”

“It’s fine, I was worried but Oikawa said you texted him.”

“I did, just before my phone died.”

“Jeez hun, you had us worried!” Oikawa said wrapping an arm around you.

“Sorrrryyy.” You pouted up at him making him smile and hide his face in his other hand.

“You are too cute, Iwa-Chan why can’t you be this cute?”

“Shittykawa.” Your brother mumbled walking away.

“Iwa-Channnn.” The tall boy pulled you closer as he pouted. “Your brothers mean.”

“I know love, I know.” You patted his back looking at Heather as she watched y’all. “So Heather is pretty,”

“Eh, I guess. She’s staying with us for a while until her dad finds a place. She’s like an annoying sister you want to throw out a window.” You laughed up at him before shaking your head.

“So cold.”

—

The next day was a purple rose, Purple purple purple, I could go on and on how when you were this color I see the beautiful sunrise, where the sun meets the dark blue sky and turns into a purple color. You are so many things, but purple. You are my purple -your secret admirer.

You felt a presence behind you smirking you spoke, “yes 2 more days.” You turned around to see Heather not Oikawa

“Purple hun?”

“Oh hi, yeah, purple.”

“So. You and Oikawa seem close.”

“We are.” You looked at her questionably before opening your locker setting the flower near the others.

“How close?”

“We’re not dating if that’s what you mean.”

“Good it was. Cause if you haven’t noticed. I’m prettier and your just a sack of potatoes.”

“Right, and if you haven’t noticed Oikawa isn’t into you, nor me. He thinks of you as an annoying little sister.”

“For now.” Your eyes followed her back as she walked away sighing into your locker.

“2 more days. You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m great, um here.” You handed him a piece of milk bread. “Because you’re sweet to me and you’re easy on the eyes, and pretty.”

“Awww,” He handed you a bag of rainbow candies. “Because you are sour sometimes but still beautiful.” You smiled up at him taking the candy before reaching up to kiss his cheek. “What was that for?”

“Just because I wanted to.” Oikawa wishes he could have your boldness at times, these were on of those times. This time you walked away hiding the blush similar to his.

—

Pink. Pink reminds me of the way you shy away from me, the blush on your face reminds me of pink, how pretty it is on your face form something so natural and simple as a compliment- Your secret admirer.

You walked into Oikawa’s room with the rose after school setting it on his desk, taking out your text books. You looked up seeing the flower you given him 5 days ago. “1 more day! I’m so excited.” You looked at him and pointed at the rose.

“You actually kept it?”

“Yeah, I did. I told you I loved it.” He sat next to you taking out his textbook. “Found your valentine yet? I see you have a pink one this time.”

“I do. It says it matches my blush. But no haven’t found them yet.” Oikawa looked at your sketchy before he leaned over centimeters from your face. A sudden warmth spread over you as you looked into his eyes he was so close, one jolt closer and you’d kiss.

“It does match it, so pretty.” His finger tips ghosted over your jaw as his eyes scanned every inch of your face before resting on your eyes. “So, so, pretty.” He rested his forehead with yours and you’d hope he couldn’t hear your heartbeat against your chest.

“Toru….” He pulled back looking at Heather as she stood at his door, you kept your gaze on him watching as he sheepishly smiled at her, as his hand now rested on your shoulder playing with the color of his sweater, wait his sweater, you forgot you grabbed his mistakenly this morning in a rush, your face turned redder at the memory.

“Need something Heather?”

“Your mom said dinner was ready, didn’t realize you had company.”

“Yeah, I do, we’ll be down shortly. Bye.” He turned his gaze to you and smirked. “Well now you’re turning red, hun. Penny for your thoughts.”

“Just… uh… you.”

“Oh?”

—

White, you stared at the beautiful white rose before looking at the note. Like you once said, this is how I see you too. The girl with a beautiful smile, who blushes so easily, you are so pretty when you do your happy dance, when you call me love my heart sworms for you. Your like a midnight drive with the windows down, and the music up. You are the sunset on a beach, a warm blanket and hot cocoa on a winter night, sunlight in the morning slipping through the blinds, you are alien movies lighting up my dark room. You are the feelings that make me feel alive multiplied more than a thousand times. - Oik.

Your eyes welled up with tears before looking up seeing Oikawa in front of you. “Oik… It was you all along?”

“Disappointed?”

“Never.”

“Heather kissed me earlier.” He blurted, you frowned eyebrows scrunched. “It didn’t feel right or anything. I only want to share my kisses with you.”

“Oik…” You looked up at him fondly stepping closer. “So I’m better?”

“Better than Heather?”

“Yeah.” He gently grabbed your face smiling.

“Darling, you’re better than everyone.” You smiled stepping on your tippy toes finally having the feeling of his lips on yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Be my valentine?”

“Thought you��d never ask.” You kissed him again feeling as if your on cloud nine, you brother wasn’t too keen to find out his best friend kissed his sister in the halls amongst people, but was glad you were happy and part of him was glad Oikawa was too, though he’d never admit it, he loved you both dearly.

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eddiemunsons80sbaby · 5 months

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Candy Cane Christmas

Pairing: SteveHarringtonxFemReader

Summary: You attend a Christmas party and meet a guy you just can't pass up a one night stand with. It's smut guys. Not a whole lot of story. Just smut. 😂

18+ Only

Word Count: 3.5K

You approached the ridiculously large house that looked like it belonged on an episode of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous. Even without the size, it would have been hard to miss with the blazing bright twinkle lights complete with Santa and his reindeer on the roof, with your friend, Nancy Wheeler. She had insisted that you just had to attend this Christmas party and you had nothing else going on, so you figured why not. You were dying for an evening that did not include you, your cat, a bottle of wine, and re-runs of Growing Pains and Full House.

You and Nancy had met a few months ago when you both started working at the Hawkins Post after college. She was from the town, had attended Hawkins High, but you had moved here for the job and knew nobody except for her. So, there you stood, in a red and white striped dress that hugged all of your curves perfectly. If you were going to party like Santa was coming down the chimney, you may as well look the part.

As you approached the door, it swung open, revealing a guy with long brown hair that fell to his chin. He was wearing a cream colored sweater and jeans and you had to admit, if this was Nancy's guy, she had done pretty well for herself. Jonathan was handsome in a very grungy kind of way, not at all what you would have expected for perfectly coiffed Nancy in her pencil skirts and heels.

"Welcome ladies," he said with a grin. "Come on in."

You entered, soaking in the massive house around you. Jesus, what did this guy do for a living? You definitely needed a better job or a promotion. You loved being a journalist, but right now it was entry level. You were grabbing coffee and doing lunch runs. You and Nancy commiserated over the sexist atmosphere that was the news world. Heaven forbid any of the male employees pour themselves a cup of fucking coffee. No, they were above that. The pay wasn't great either, but you kept telling yourself that you just needed one good break, one great story to prove you had what it took to be more than some glorified assistant.

The kitchen was all set up with a wide variety of liquor options, mixers, and beer along the countertop. A large glass bowl sat in the middle and you were certain it wasn’t just fruit punch. The kitchen table looked like it would buckle under all the snacks that were piled on it. Chips, popcorn, nuts, a cheese tray, a fruit tray, and what must have been ten pizza boxes from Surfer Boy pizza.

"Jonathan, this is Y/N," Nancy said, gesturing to you. "Y/N, my boyfriend, Jonathan."

"Nice to meet you," you said, offering him a smile. "Nancy talks about you so much at work, I already feel like I know you."

"Same," he grinned. "But it's good to finally put a face to the name.”

“Your house is incredible.”

Jonathan laughed, shaking his head, “Not my house. My house would fit in the living room of this place but Nance and I are hoping to get our own apartment soon. This is a friend’s place.”

“Wow, some friend you’ve chosen for yourself,” you teased. “This makes my tiny apartment feel like a closet.”

“Yeah, well, the Harringtons don’t know how to do anything small,” Nancy commented with a roll of her eyes.

“But don’t let the size fool you. Steve loves having people over. He has a party once a month. So, make yourself comfortable. Have fun. Eat, drink, be merry. Do you mind if I steal my girlfriend away for just a minute?"

"Nope," you told him with a shake of your head. "I am perfectly capable of amusing myself."

You watched the two of them wander off and headed over to the drink table. You were just ladling some punch into a red solo cup when someone slid up next to you. You glanced over and then quickly did a double take. Damn, where did this guy come from?

He was tall, muscular but lean, and gorgeous, with chestnut locks that would make any woman green with envy. He wore jeans that hugged him in all the right places and a green long sleeved shirt that he had pushed up to his elbows with a smiling elf on the front. HIs hand reached out for the ladle and your eyes were drawn to his hands, his very large hands. He poured a healthy scoop of punch into his cup.

"Hey there," he said, spinning around, leaning against the table. A sexy little smirk crossed his face, a smirk that made you think of asking him if he wanted to go somewhere quieter. Jesus, what a cliche but this man was causing all kinds of images to flash through your brain, images that were causing a pulsing heat to settle in your core.

"Hey," you replied, taking a sip of your drink.

"I've never seen you before.”

“What makes you think you haven’t?”

“Believe me, I would have noticed if you’d ever made an appearance."

His eyes ran from your head to your toes and back down again before settling on your chest. The dress you wore provided a generous view of your cleavage and his tongue snuck out, the tip resting against his upper lip.

"I'm Y/N," you said, stepping so close you were almost touching, smiling coyly up at him. "I came with Nancy. We work together at the Hawkins Post."

"Ahh, and I assume she's ditched you to go hang with her boyfriend," he commented.

"Yeah, but I don't mind. I am very skilled at entertaining myself," you breathed, pressing your body against his. You delighted in the way his eyes widened, darkening with lust. "Or finding someone to entertain me."

He tilted his head slightly, his hand coming to rest on your hip, tugging your pelvis against his so you could feel how turned on he was. Damn, you could definitely feel it. This man was not lacking and it had been so long since you’d gotten good and fucked. Knowing you had that kind of power over a guy you had only met five minutes ago was intoxicating. You knew this was probably stupid, some might even call it slutty, but you didn't care. You wanted to know how this man felt in every single way possible.

"Well, if I am going to...entertain you," he mused, "you should at least know my name. I'm Steve."

"Oh, so you’re Steve, the owner of this very large house.”

“It’s my parents, actually, but yeah. That would be me.”

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you," you smiled, "and just how exactly do you plan on entertaining me?"

He leaned close, his hair brushing against your cheek, his lips right next to your ear as he whispered, "Well, you look like a candy cane in that dress and I have quite the sweet tooth. I intend on enjoying every square inch of you and finding out just how good you taste. Is that entertainment enough?"

You shivered slightly at his words, a pleasant tingling shooting straight to your center at the thought of that mouth tasting you. Those lips were delicious looking, pillowy and soft, and you couldn't wait to find out what they felt like on your own...not to mention other places. God, you wanted to know what they could do to other places.

Steve took your hand, leading you away from the party and up the stairs. He turned into a room on the right, closing the door behind him. You surveyed the room, the massive king bed with the fluffiest looking pillows and comforter, the dark drapes hanging from the floor to ceiling windows, the wood paneling. This was definitely fancier than what you were used to.

Your thoughts were quickly cut off when Steve grabbed you, pushing you up against the door. His hands rested on either side of your head, his thigh sliding between your own. His face was so close, you could feel his nose slipping over yours, his breath brushing across your face as a mix of vodka and cedar invaded your nostrils. You sucked in a slow, shuddering breath in anticipation of finally tasting those lips.

"The things I want to do to you," he rumbled and then his lips crashed into yours. You wound your fingers through his hair. His thigh pressed against your pussy and you whimpered into his mouth, rubbing against him, seeking pressure to relieve the ache. His tongue parted your lips and you opened your own, welcoming him in, his tongue instantly gliding over yours. Jesus, the taste of him was stimulating every nerve ending in your body.

Steve’s hand groped your breast through your dress, squeezing and molding it in his fingers. His hands felt just as sensational as you thought they would, his large palm completely enveloping you. It wasn't enough. You needed to feel his hands on your bare skin with a desperation you didn't know was possible. Just when you were ready to rip your own dress off, his hand slid down over your waist, your hip, gripping your ass before resting on your bare thigh. He gripped it, lifting your thigh up so it was draped over his hip.

With this new position, Steve bucked his hips against you and you groaned. His lips, those beautiful lips, began to travel along your jawline and down the side of your neck. You sighed, your head falling back against the door, turning slightly to allow him better access. His hands grabbed the straps of your dress, yanking them down your shoulders just enough to expose your breasts to the chill of the air. Your arms were trapped against your body, the straps just above your elbows.

"Jesus Christ," he muttered, "they're even more perfect than I pictured."

He gripped your arms, turning you around and pushing you backward until you hit the edge of the bed. With a quick push, you fell back, landing on the downy soft comforter. He was instantly on you, his mouth lavishing your breasts with attention.

"Fuck," you sighed, his lips latching onto your nipple, sucking it hard before biting down gently. You gasped at the shock but then his tongue was swirling lazy circles. Just as the throbbing died down, he did the same to the other one, an infinitely sweet torture. You could feel how damp your panties were already and wondered how you were going to make it through this if you were already this worked up.

Steve rose up on his knees, walking his body along yours until his knees rested on either side of your shoulders. He licked his lips, his hands coming to undo his belt.

"I want to know how that pretty little mouth feels around me," he growled, reaching in and pulling his cock out. "Open up for me, angel."

You opened your mouth obediently and Steve slid his cock past your lips. You wrapped your lips around it, wishing you had your hands free to touch him as well. You flattened your tongue, sliding it along the vein that ran along the bottom before flicking your tongue along the opening, tasting the precum that had already collected there.

"That's my pretty girl," he groaned. His hand gripped your hair as he bucked his hips, sending his cock so deep it hit the back of your throat. You gagged slightly, relaxing your throat before he did it again. "Yes, I knew that mouth could handle my dick. Take it all, angel."

He continued to fuck your mouth, pulling gently on your hair. You could feel the coarse hair that surrounded him rubbing against your skin, his sack smacking against your chin each time he thrust into your mouth. Shit, you felt like you could orgasm just from pleasuring him, the sounds he was making. He muttered curses, your name, groans and grunts. His head fell back, that beautiful hair flopping back, the line of his jaw hard.

Suddenly, his cock was gone and he was off you. He yanked you to the edge of the bed, shoving your dress up past your hips. His finger danced along the fabric of your underwear, a smile forming on his mouth.

"Damn...so wet already?" he asked, running his fingers up and down along the damp fabric. "Mmm, I need to find out if you taste as sweet as you look, pretty girl. Would you like that?"

You whimpered, nodding your head, incapable of words at the moment with his fingers teasing you to the point of oblivion. Jesus, you needed release. You were so worked up, it felt like you were a champagne bottle that was going to pop, spewing all over everything when the pressure was finally let loose.

"Oh, that's not going to do," he teased, his finger sliding just under your panties, running up and down, barely brushing over your clit, but not quite where you needed him. "I'm going to need you to use your words, angel. Tell me what you need me to do."

A soft groan escaped your lips as you said, "I need you to touch me. I need you to taste me. I need you to make me cum. Jesus Christ, please."

"Oh, I like hearing you beg," he chuckled. "Give me a little more."

"Please Steve," you pleaded as his fingers gently ran along your inner thighs, causing you to shiver. "Please touch me. I need to know what those beautiful lips feel like on my pussy. Please make me feel good."

"You really are a dirty girl, aren't you? Sleeping with a guy you just met, begging him to eat you out," he said, his voice low and husky as his fingers hooked in your panties, dragging them down your legs before he knelt in front of you on the floor. Your arms were still trapped and you wiggled your hips, desperate to get as close to him as possible. He leaned closer, blowing across your exposed pussy and you gasped, lifting your hips and whining. "So impatient..."

Then his tongue ran all the way from your entrance to your clit and you let out a sound that was somewhere between a shriek and a sigh, your back arching. One of his hands splayed across your stomach, pushing you flat to the bed. His tongue swirled around your clit before sliding down to slip inside of you. Your eyes rolled, your hips trying to rise but his hand was keeping you pinned to the bed.

"Fuck yes..." you breathed, wanting so badly to have your hands free. You wanted to grab his face and rub yourself all over it. Fuck, he was so goddamn talented. You felt like you were rising up out of your body, watching this mind-blowing scene from above.

"So sweet," he rumbled against you, the vibrations sending another shockwave coursing through your body. His lips pulled your clit in, sucking gently before his tongue circled again. His other hand slid along your thigh and then two of his fingers were inside of you, pumping in and out, their thick girth stretching you as he spread them apart. Your walls clenched around him, the combination of his fingers and tongue threatening to send you over the edge.

"Just like that...oh my god...don't stop...just like that...I'm going to..." you whimpered.

"Come all over my face, beautiful girl," he whispered, his fingers twisting, curving to stroke your walls in a whole new way.

His teeth gently ran over your clit and you shuddered, your whole body beginning to shake uncontrollably. A guttural scream clawed its way out of your throat as your orgasm ripped its way through you. Steve’s hand that had been on your stomach clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound from the party guests. His tongue never stopped moving as you rode the waves of pleasure, one right after the other. Finally, you whimpered against his hand, falling back against the bed. Every single muscle trembled, your body like ice cream melting in the sun.

"Taste yourself, angel," Steve ordered, slipping his fingers past your lips. You sucked on them slowly before sliding your tongue all along them, in between his fingers. "So sweet, aren't you?" He gazed down at you. "Shit, you are damn gorgeous." Grabbing your dress, he pulled it the rest of the way off your body so you were completely bare. He pushed his jeans and boxers down before pulling his shirt over his head.

Your eyes soaked in the sight of his bare skin, the lean muscles that rippled along his arms, the downy hair that coated his chest and the tantalizing strip of that ran down his abdomen leading to the patch above his cock that was even larger than the outline of his jeans had hinted at. He was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at him.

"Jesus, you are sexy as hell," you breathed, sitting up to run your hands over his chest, raking your fingers through the dark hair. Slowly standing, you pressed your lips against his stomach before moving your lips along his chest, his collarbone, his throat. You wanted to touch and taste every inch of him you could.

"Careful angel," he whispered, his hands running down your back to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. "If you make me feel too good, I may just want to keep you."

"I may just let you," you replied, your hand gripping his cock and pumping it slowly. You were rewarded with a deep groan and it only intensified your desire to make him feel good. Bringing your hand to your mouth, you spit in it before rubbing it over him.

"Son of a bitch," he muttered, biting his lower lip as you continued to work your hand and fingers all along his length. HIs hand slid between your folds, finding your clit, his finger running across it rapidly. Your breathing was in sync, both rapid with desire when he growled, "I am going to fuck you until you scream my name."

Steve moved you backward until your back was pressed against the wall. He hiked your leg up again and gripped his cock, sliding it along you, rubbing the tip over your swollen clit, teasing you until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Please...stop teasing," you begged, your breath harsh and ragged. "Fuck me Steve. I need you to fuck me."

He smirked, slamming his full length into you. His hands came to grip your ass and you leapt as he lifted, wrapping your legs around his waist. He began to pound into you, sending your body shooting upward with each thrust. The pounding of your body against the wall could probably be heard by everyone in the house, but you could not bring yourself to care.

"You like that?" he hissed in your ear, one hand braced against the wall, the other steadying you against him.

"Yes," you answered. "Your cock feels so good...you feel so goddamn good."

Your hands shot out above your head, splaying against the wall as your body continued to slam against the wood paneling. His cock was absolutely perfect, hitting every single delicious spot within you with each drive of Steve’s hips, stretching you more than you’d ever been. HIs arms wrapped around your back as he turned, walking toward the bed. He fell forward, never separating from you.

"It seems a waste not to use the bed. My parents certainly don’t use it," he groaned, grabbing one of your legs and lifting it straight up in the air as he guided your body onto your side.

"Oh fuck!" you cried, this new position opening you up to a whole new world of sensation. You gripped the comforter underneath you, burying your face in it to try to muffle the loud shrieks you could no longer control as another orgasm tore through you, even more powerful than the last. Your body tensed, back arched, and you bit into the comforter as you screamed his name.

"Jesus, you feel so damn good. I'm so close," Steve groaned, his hips thrusting faster and harder, shaking your entire body. "Oh fuck!"

He thrust a few more times, grunting with each movement as he emptied himself completely. Blowing out a large breath, he slid out of you and flopped down next to you with a loud grunt of satisfaction. Reaching out, you laid your hand over his chest and he looked over, grinning at you.

"Shit, I hope you’re good with it because I really might just keep you because I am definitely going to need to do that again," he teased, reaching over to slap your ass.

"I definitely might need to let you," you responded with a playful grin.

#steve stranger things #steve x you #steve x reader #king steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington imagine #christmas smut #christmas fanfic #steve harrington christmas #smut

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crystaleevee4 · 8 days

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just read chasing the horizon line by @1watermelontea and @nine-of-diamonds! Very good fic, take some doodles of three of these silly guys (I have more doodles but they’re uncolored so. Gotta fix that before uploading) also

WOW tumblr is determined to completely tank the quality (tbf I don’t have a very. High-quality camera)

JESUS CHRISYT FUCK MY LIFE THE ALT IMAGE DESCRIPTION IS TOO LONG. HOLD ON i'm sorry this is so long

[image ID: A doodle of Grian, Gem, and Skizz from the fanfic "chasing the horizon line". They are all merpeople of some kind. Above them all are the words "rotates Mer at top speeds in mind (from fic Chasing the Horizon Line)". Below that, the words "girl help this went from 11:27 PM to 1:24 AM…"

Grian has round glasses and fluffy, short and dark blonde hair. He is holding an enchantment book titled "NOT MENDING LOL" out in front of him with one hand while the other is on his hip. He has an unimpressed expression. He is wearing a large red sweater and his tail almost matches the shade. There are scales completely covering his tail, and a few on his neck and nose. His tail is roughly medium-sized, and he is in fact the middle ground when it comes to height in this sketch. Above him are the words "Grian - Fish mer - Unsure what kind".

Gem is the shortest of the three, with a shorter, orange tail that is slightly frilly. Her hair is reddish-orange and poofy, falling to about elbow length. She is wearing a navy-blue vest/jacket over a white shirt, and her hands are clasped together mischievously. She has green eyes, and her facial expression is incredibly gremlin-like. There are scales on her neck, and some on her tail. She has fin-like ears, and there is a lantern-like thing hanging from her head. Above her are the words "Gem - Anglerfish" and next to her are the words "So pretty and sparkly… don't you want to come a little closer?"

Skizz is the tallest of all three of them, with the longest tail. He is grinning and looking off to the side. His teeth are very sharp. Most of his body, including his tail, is covered in scars. He is waving. There are visible gills on his neck and near the upper half of his tail- which has no scales. His hair is a dark gray (intended to be black/brown) with red streaks in it. He is just wearing a binder (because I love him) and there are also the words "hits him with my transgender beam" next to him as well as the trans flag in faded color pencil. There appears to be the hints of a fin on his back, and on the sides of his tail. On his other side are the words "Skizz - Shark!" with a little heart under them. /End ID]

(I fucked up grian’s hair so bad I’ve never used colored pencils before this point in time)

(I also fucked up proportions. Again, tbf, this was late at night and I forgot to check before coloring)

[image ID: flaming text saying "if you can LIKE it, you can REBLOG it!! <3333" /End ID] (did i do that right)

this is completely /nm* by the way! slash lighthearted

*the tone tag /nm means "not mad"

#grian #geminitay #skizzleman #once in a blue moon Enen Amanita uploads art

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tinkerbelle05 · 8 months

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Colors of the rainbow

Character: Spiderman Noir x Masc!Black!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: (Requested) Thanks 🖤 Spiderman noir x male reader romance? :D You show Peter the colors of the pride flag and he comes in love with all of the colors

Warnings: uses the word queer and mentions queer ppl, if you don't like then scroll away.

“What is that?” Peter asked, the confusion was evident in his voice and widen eyes. He was pointing to your pride flag that was hanging on the wall.

You were confused at first but then remembered, his universe was black and white, with shades of gray. He knew the names of colors but just not what they were. One time he mistook green for red and red for purple.

You unhooked the flag from your wall and held up to him, “This is the pride flag, also known as the rainbow flag, and the colors that represents those who are queer.”

He stares the flag intently and took it from your grasp. “Wow, look at all the colors. It looks like a rubric cube.”

You stifle a laugh at his comment but nod your head, “Yea I guess you are right.”

“The flag. Does it represent anything?”

“Yea it does. Red represents life, Orange is healing, Yellow is sunlight, Green is nature, Indigo is serenity, and violet is the spirit of queer people,” you explain to him and points to each color as you go down.

He listens to you intently and commits every word to memory. “The flag is beautiful and the meanings are even more so. Do you have any other flags with these amazing colors?”

His curiosity was cute and you couldn't wait to show him the different flags. You spent most of the day researching and looking up all the other pride flags for Peter to gawk at.

The harder Peter smiles, the deeper his two dimples get, and he starts talking fast. You don't think he even notices it and you can barely make out what he's saying.

"Wow, now this is a flag that you would normally see in my universe," Peter says and shows you the phone. It's a black and white striped flag.

After a while, it was safe to say that Peter had become in a way obsessed with the flags. He’s unlabeled for all intents and purposes but he has a whole closet of queer merch.

“Uh Pete, what’s all this?” you asked while you were cleaning your apartment. You found everything, was this all of the packages that kept coming to your apartment?!

There were multiple flags of varying sizes. There were pride stickers and slogans. Even clothes; shirts, sweaters, pants, socks, etc.

He comes up behind you, “Oh my pride collection,” he answers easily and walks away.

He’s pri-what?

You follow him into the kitchen and watch as he grabs an apple, “But why so many?”

“Why not? It’s pretty and colorful. And the designs are amazing!” he explains to you and takes a bite of the apple. “And supporting small businesses is always a good thing too.”

With his reasonings, you couldn't argue with it. You walk over to the couch and collapse into the soft cushions, "Okay Pete, just make sure it doesn't get too cramped, okay?"

He gives you a distracted yea and you watch him marvel at the pride decorations.

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soccer-love · 1 year

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Underneath the Mistletoe

Felicitas Rauch x female reader

Song recommendation: Somewhere in my memory - John Williams

“Hey Y/N.” Pauli greets me as I walk in and Pia next to her passes me a cup of spiced wine.

“Hey guys.” I answer, it’s the Christmas party of the team and I’m not sure if I like it or hate it.

Don't get me wrong I love my team, but we decided to do Secret Santa this year and I’m not sure if the person I got will like my gift.

I walk around, chat with some of my team mates, someone brought a guitar and at the end of the night everyone is sitting somewhere and sining along to Christmas songs.

We exchange the gifts at the end of the night, when it's almost midnight, I get a red hoodie with the words “Feel free the kiss me underneath the mistletoe” on it and a red Santa clause hat.

They force me to wear both of it but when we’re finished with opening gifts I’m not the only one with a Christmas sweater.

After that, most people start to leave and I get up too.

“Hey, Feli can you bring me my jacket too?” Pia calls out as I realize Feli is following me into the back room where everyone left there stuff.

“Sure.” she says and gives me a smile while walking past me.

“I like your sweater.” Feli says as she grabs her jacket and I laugh.

“Thanks.” I answer, stepping closer and waiting next to her as she searches for Pia’s jacket, clearly struggling to find it.

“But I’m sure that I’m never gonna stand underneath a mistletoe so..” I trail off, her smile grows a little bit bigger as she looks up.

“I wouldn't be so sure about that.” She says, I follow her look and see there's a mistletoe hanging above us.

Like in some cheesy Christmas movie.

“Who did this?” I ask and smile.

“I’m pretty sure some of them.” she says, nodding towards the door to the other room.

“Why would they do this?”

“Because then I would finally have an excuse to kiss you.” Feli whispers, stepping closer.

She takes my hand in hers and as she realizes that I’m not pulling back or trying to stop her, she knows, without me saying it, that she has my full consent.

Her eyes flicker to my lips but within seconds they're back at my eyes as we both lean in.

I close my eyes, and then finally, after what feels like hours, I feel her lips touching mine.

Slowly, gentle and a little bit shy, she kisses me.

I’m not sure how to describe what it feels like to kiss her, but its defiantly the best feeling in the world.

It's like the silence around us explodes and a world of colors appears before my closed eyes.

Like nothing else matters right now.

Like we’re the only two people left on earth in this moment.

Like every thought in my brain is cut out and replaced with her.

With the feelings of her lips on mine.

When we pull apart, gasping for air, I try to tell you what I feel right now, how I feel about her, my brain fails to string any words together, so I just lean my forehead against hers.

Our hands are still clasped together, and honestly I don't want to let go of her.

“Felicitas.” I say, because my brain is still not working, but also because I like the way her name sounds.

I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her back, hoping that my kiss will tell her what I’m feeling. Because I’m not able to find the right words to say it.

Her hand finds my cheek and as she softly rubs her thumb over my cheek bone I feel my knees getting weak.

I never knew that my body would react that way to a kiss.

“I’m....you’re....just wow.” Feli says as we brake apart, clearly not being able to form a normal sentence too.

“Yeah.” I answer and she nods, knowing what I mean.

“I have no idea what to say.”

“What about, Y/N I’m completely and hopelessly in love with you since I meet you two years ago for the first time.” My first instinct is to take a step back, as I hear Pia’s voice, but Feli quickly wraps an arm around me like she wants to protect me from everything that could possible happen.

Pia, Pauli, Jo and Merle are leaning in the door, each of them with a big smile on their face.

And I’m pretty sure that one of them, put the mistletoe here.

“You guys were this.” Feli says, like she exactly knows what I was thinking.

“Yes, because I’m tired of hearing you talking every day about how much you’re in love with Y7N.” Pia says and adds a “Sorry buddy.”

“Yeah and I hate it when you get completely lost every time you notice Feli watching you when we have goalkeeper training.” Merle says. And yeah maybe she's right with the fact that my brain gets completely empty every time I see her watching us train.

“Could you go away, so I can ask her to go out with me, without everyone listing, please?” Feli begs and somehow they go and leave us alone.

“Y/N, would you-”

“Yes.” I cut her off, a big smile on my face.

“You don't even know what I was going to ask.” she laughs and I feel my cheeks getting red.

“What were you going to ask?”

“Date...I mean do you want to go on a date...with me.” she says, it’s really cute to see her so nervous.

“I would love to.”

The smile on her face gets bigger, I lover her smile.

“We should go, before they come back and annoy us even more.” she suggests and I nod.

“Hey, Feli.” I say as she's about to turn around.

“Yes?”

“You know, we’re still standing underneath a mistletoe.”

She understands what I want and puts her hand in my neck, pulling me closer.

We kiss again, but this time, there are more feelings involved. Her hand in my neck, pulling me against her, the feeling of her soft lips against mine.

I know that I never want to stop kissing her, never ever in my life.

“Do you want a ride home?” she asks, as we brake apart, but only a couple of inches.

“Yes.”

We put on our coats and she gives me a smile,

As we walk out of the room, our last four remaining team mates stand there, looking at us expectantly.

“You guy are waiting for something?” Feli asks, having her usual coolness again.

“Did you ask her?” Pia answers.

“About her plans for Christmas? No not yet.” Feli answers, even though she knows what Pia meant.

“Anyway, I’m going home, you wanna come too?” she adds.

Pia nods and we go outside, towards the parking loot.

The others following us, Merle pulls me aside.

“Do you may wanna tell me anything?”

“She asked me to go on a date with her.” I say.

“What did you answer?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Merle throws her fist in the air and I roll my eyes, but smile. I like that she's so happy for me.

“Jo had the idea with the mistletoe.” Merle explains as were almost at the parking lot.

“Yeah, we thought about something like that.”

“Good luck on your date, tell me if you need anything.” Merle says as we stop at her car, she gives me a hug and I thank her.

In the one year of playing together in Wolfsburg and two years in the National team, she became one of my best friends. And she is or was one of the only people who knew about my crush on Feli.

Since Pia and Feli live together, they also drove her together.

Pia gets into the backseat while I sit next to Feli in the passenger seat.

As they drop my off at my apartment, Feli gets out of the car too and brings me to the door.

“Good night, Y/N.” she says, softly grabbing my hand.

“Good night, Felicitas.” I say and notice her smiling because normally no one uses her full name.

She leans forward and kisses my cheek, and as she gives me one last smile and turns away to walk back to her car, I feel like I’m going to faint.

Yes we’re not a couple.

And we didn't talk about what we feel for each other.

We didn't even had our first date yet.

But I feel like....no actually I know that this is the beginning of something great.

Something wonderful, magical.

This is the beginning of us.

The beginning of Y/N and Feli.

The beginning of our Love story.

#feli rauch #dfbfrauen #vflwolfsburgfrauen #felicitas rauch #merle frohms #piawolter #vfl wolfsburg women #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine

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hotforharrysheart · 2 years

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Shotgun

You were feeling particularly frisky. It’s like the minute the plane landed in Amsterdam something happened to your libido. Maybe it was something in the air, the cool overcast weather with the smell of the canal water was intoxicating. Maybe it was just the closeness that you felt after Harry poured out his secret behind the song Little Freak while you were in Paris, because since then it was as if your hearts were split wide open and more and more of yourselves were pouring out. God, you loved him and felt his love for you; the intimacy your shared was felt bone deep. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about the seedier side of Amsterdam that no doubt crossed anyone’s mind who visited, but was, for whatever reason, sparking a curiosity you wanted to explore with Harry. I mean, what girl wouldn’t be frisky at the thought of a walk through the Red-Light District with Harry Styles holding her hand?

Wow, you think to yourself as the car pulls up to the sensual Hotel Twenty Seven. This boutique suite hotel was so sensational; decorated with such an intimate, boudoir flare of rich colors and brocades draped over the a solidness of stone and hardwood. And the personalized service made you feel like you were in an underground club catering to your every desire. Perhaps it was just the fact that you were feeling frisky and curious.

You and Harry were staying in the Imperial Terrace Suite that, much like Paris, had a view to die for. The room and living areas were immaculate. They almost made you feel like you shouldn’t sit on the couches, chairs or disrupt the neatly folded and displayed towels or someone might jump out and scold you for being careless. It was the best, and Harry wanted you to have a taste of the best of life while travelling.

Arriving early on the day before the show gave you both time to get some work done. You had a conference call with a private investigator and Harry had some work to do with Alessandro on their Gucci collection. Mitch and Sarah had asked if you and Harry would be interested in getting together that evening for supper at the hotel restaurant Bougainville.

Excited at to have a double date evening, you decide to wear some sexy lingerie…barely there panties and a sheer bra. The silk feels so good against your skin, and you shiver as you put it on. It was chilly in Amsterdam at night, so you opt for a tight sweater dress with a cowl neck collar, thigh high tights and knee-high boots.

Harry’s wearing the black and white striped pants from Paris and a black Harry’s House sweater. He’s traded in his sneakers for a pair of red Gucci boots. It’s all you can do to get out of the hotel room without tackling him to the ground. He’s immensely amused at your neediness and touching you in any way that he can to rile you up even further.

You sit down to dinner all a little amazed at how fancy the dining room is. “Are we dressed nice enough?” You ask the table, gawking at the prices on the menu.

“Feel like I’m in overalls or summat,” Sarah says giggling.

“I know…wow. And these prices!” You close your menu. “Should we go somewhere else?”

Harry laughs his breathy little laugh and kisses your temple. “No, my love. Think I can loosen the purse strings fo’ one nigh’ an’ treat ma girl ta a nice dinner out, yeah?”

You giggle and lean into him. “I know you can Mr. Moneybags.”

“We’re fine too. Mr. Moneybags pays pretty well, though we might have to take a few quid from the wee ones college fund after this!” Sarah says, and you all laugh.

“Oh, I see how it is! Blame me fo’ ya son no’ goin’ ta college already!” Harry says, laughing. His hand lands on your thigh, fingers wrapping around your leg making you shiver.

“Cold, love?” He says, smirking.

You grip his fingers on his thigh. “I’m quite warm, thank you.” You say, blushing.

You place your dinner orders and drink the delicious wine and after dessert and coffee, Harry asks if you’d all like to go on a walk.

“Oh, I’ve never been here! We should go to the Red-Light District!” You exclaim.

Harry’s eyebrows go up. “Ya wanna order a prostitute, Jezebel?”

You hit his shoulder. “No! Well, I dunno…maybe, but I want to see it!”

“Let’s do it, H. Give the girl what she wants,” Sarah says, hugging you close.

“Oh believe me, I give her wha’ she wan’s don’ I honey?”

You blush and roll your eyes. “Can we go?”

“Two votes fo’. Wha’ ya think Mitch?”

Mitch shrugs. “I vote we go.”

“Majority rules. Looks like ya get ya way, darling,” Harry says pulling you in for a side hug.

“All the naughty things!” You say clapping your hands as everyone laughs.

Your eyes are as wide as saucers as you walk through the Red-Light District. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it wasn’t this. Prostitutes were standing stark naked in windows and there were sexy shops and hash shops on literally every corner. You decide to stop in at a hash shop that Mitch heard about. He and Harry are at the counter discussing all of the different strains while you and Sarah wander over to the sex shop next door. You’re both gawking at a full body latex suit when you feel his hands on your hips.

“Shall I order one in your size?”

You and Sarah giggle. “Maybe…it’d be hella hot to play drums in but…”

Mitch’s eyes go wide and he grabs one off of the rack in her size. “Ya can play the drums for me in this.”

Sarah’s eyes get big. “Guess we’re checking out then,” she says as Mitch drags her to the cash register.

“See anything in here you want?” You ask him.

“Already found it,” he says holding up a bag.

You gulp. “Will I like it?”

He smirks and leans in close to you. “Ya gonna love it.”

You turn to mumble in his ear, “Oh really? And just how sure are you about that mister?”

“Oh, I’m countin’ on it. Ya interested in a boat ride down tha canal?” he says kissing your cheek.

“Dunno, if that is code for a ride down your cock, then how fast can we get back to the room,” you say looking side to side to ensure no one is looking and running your hand down the front of his tight pants.

He leans forward for a kiss not giving a fuck who might be watching, “’M gon’ fuck ya so hard tanight, baby, need tha day off tamorrow….”

Mitch pipes up from the doorway, “Are ya comin’?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely, cummin’,” you whisper against his lips

“Tryin’ ta,” Harry says against your lips at the same time.

You both chuckle.

“Let’s go rock the boat, baby,” you say with a saucy smile and a twirl toward the door.

He’s left staring for a split second before he follows you.

All of you find your way to a private canal boat for a ride back to the hotel. Although the boat is covered with a canopy the lights, sights and colors of the Red-Light District glow through the cool night. There’s a sensuality and sexiness in the air; not to mention the faint smell of hash all around.

Harry sits side-ways on the bench seat while you tuck your back against his chest and lean your head back on his shoulder. The lights reflect magenta on your face and your eyes glisten in the neon flashes. Mitch and Sarah are equally snuggled across from you whispering back and forth as Sarah takes a picture with her phone.

The boat slows to a stop while making room for another long passenger boat to pass. You look up to the second story floor of a shop with the flashing neon words “Palace on the Canal”. In one window, lit with purple neon, is a topless woman with long auburn hair. It’s hard to distinguish the definite color due to the lighting, but as she comes closer to the windowpane you can see her in clear light. She has breasts larger than yours, perfectly shaped and beautiful voluptuous curves. She sways to music you can’t hear but can imagine. She leans forward and places both hands on the window and sways her hips back and forth causing her breasts to gently sway as well. Then the light switches to a pale pink and she comes into a much better view. Her head gently slants downward and suddenly it’s as if she is looking straight at you. She stands straighter and runs her hands up her body, cupping her breasts.

Just about that time Harry, pulls your hair to one side and kisses behind your ear. “Wha’s got ya attention, Jezebel?”

“I think that woman is looking at me,” you say and nod toward the window not wanting to point like a gawky tourist.

Harry looks up over your head, “Second floor, middle window?”

“Yes, she’s so sexy and flirty, but I swear to god she’s looking at me…look!” you whisper-shout.

“Bet she’s turned on lookin’ at ya…fuck knows I am.”

As Harry places wet kisses on the side of your neck, you watch the woman dance as she watches you. You can’t imagine what things she must have seen from her window perch.

The boat engine putters louder and begins to move suddenly. The entire time you’re slowly pulling away she watches you and moves and touches her body. You can’t keep your eyes off her and along with Harry’s touch you can’t deny the arousal that is flooding your body that causes you to shiver.

“Ya cold, Jezebel?” He asks wrapping his arms tight around you.

“A little,” you say watching as the woman blows a kiss to you as the boat takes you out of view.

“We should be gettin’ close ta tha dock by tha hotel an’ Mitch an’ I have something ta warm our girls with” he says looking over at Mitch who winks back at him.

The boat docks and you walk back to the hotel cuddled up because it’s gotten colder since you left.

“Come to ours, yeah?” Mitch says as you get on the lift.

You bury your head in Harry’s chest to stop the giggles. It makes you laugh when Mitch talks British. You know he doesn’t realize it…he’s just surrounded by Brits and it seeps in. You remember it happening to you too.

“I know you’re giggling at me,” Mitch says.

You pull your face up from Harry’s chest. “I’m sorry. It’s cute. It really is. It happened to me too. It’s these damn Brits,” you say giggling causing Mitch to chuckle.

“It’s nice having another Yank around,” Mitch says.

“It is!” You say holding up your hand for a high five, and all of you laugh.

Mitch and Sarah lead the way to their suite, and you get comfy on the sofas…Mitch and Sarah on one sofa and you and Harry on the other.

“Thanks for coming out with us tonight,” Sarah says.

“You’re welcome. Was nice ta get out,” Harry says.

“Shall we?” Mitch says pulling a joint out of his pocket. He was clearly in a mood to try out his purchase.

“Well, light it then, love,” Sarah tells him.

Mitch fishes in his pocket for the lighter and lights it up, taking a drag and passing to Sarah. He throws the lighter to Harry and then it’s his turn to light up and pass it to you. There’s something very sexy about sharing a joint with him and you blush as you take a hit. You pass it back and Harry smirks at you.

“Ya cute,” he says kissing your cheek.

“You ever shotgun?” Mitch asks, taking another puff and passing to Sarah.

You and Harry shake your heads no.

“Aw man, you’re missing out. You should give it a try.” Mitch says, giggling.

Sarah moves to straddle him. “C’mere,” she says, taking a big drag and then pressing her open mouth to Mitch’s open mouth, letting the smoke enter his mouth from hers.

You gasp and press your legs together. The sight of them kissing is working you up.

Sarah pulls away from Mitch’s mouth. “Go on, give it a try you two.”

Harry looks at you and you nod, moving to straddle him. Your dress pulls up, showing off your thigh highs and Sarah bites her lip at the sight. You’re pressed against him and you sigh at how good he feels beneath you. His left hand is resting just at your upper thigh, thumb lightly rubbing on the hem of your sweater dress.

He takes a big drag and you open your mouth and watch as he presses his open mouth to yours. It’s an incredibly odd and sensual experience as you feel him blowing the smoke into your mouth.

He pulls back slightly, eyes boring into yours while you close your mouth.

“Good, yeah?” Mitch says with a knowing smile on his lips.

Both of your heads whip around to him. “Yeah…it’s,” Harry licks his lips, “really good,” he finishes, smiling.

“You look good together, the two of you,” Sarah says.

You blush. “Thank you.”

Mitch leans up and captures Sarah’s mouth with his in a kiss.

You turn your head back to look at Harry. “I wanna do this again. I wanna do this naked with you. I need to feel your skin,” you whisper in his ear. “Need to feel you pressed up against me,” you say, lips kissing down his neck.

“I think…think we’re gonna head out,” He says, helping you move off his lap, tugging your dress down your legs.

“I know, man, I know.” Mitch says with a knowing smile.

You both take a final drag and then he drops the joint in the ashtray and you say your goodbyes.

“Get her naked, man. You gotta do this naked. It’s intense,” Mitch says in Harry’s ear on the way out of the room.

In the hallway, he grabs your hand and heads toward your room dragging you behind him. You skip ahead to keep up, giggling. “Slow down, mister, my legs can’t keep up!”

“Can take care of tha’,” he says bending over to toss you over his shoulder.

You shriek in laughter, flipping your head up with your hair flying all over the place. Once the sound registers in your ears you slap your hand over your mouth and he pops his hand on your bum, “Shh, babe, don’ wanna wake up tha whole fuckin’ floor,” he whisper-shouts.

Truth be told, that slap felt better than you care to admit so you groan and find your hands grabbing his bum cheeks. God, he has one sexy ass, even upside down. “Love your bum, H,” you say with a grunt as your tummy bounces on his shoulder. You can’t help the giggles that bubble out as you float both literally and figuratively down the hallway.

He can’t resist turning his head to kiss your hip. Once on the lift, he puts you down only long enough to promptly push the stop button so he can pull your dress up around your waist. He looks down at your teeny panties, “So pretty, hope y’not attached to ‘em,” he says as he snaps the strings on both sides.

Your jaw drops and your hips pull forward as he pulls the bits of fabric from your skin. “Harry Styles, you ruined those!”

“Not before you did, Jesus, baby they’re s’wet.” He stuffs them in his pocket then props his elbows on either side of your head leaning into your ear. “How’d they get tha’ way, Jezebel, hmm?”

You bite your bottom lip and brace your hands on the rail attempting to steady yourself as he kisses down your neck and back up. “It’s this city, honey…sex…the joint… watching that woman and then watching Mitch and Sarah…I..I’m floating and feel so free…I want you so much, H.”

“Ya do? Tell me baby, wha’ d’ya wan’ from me,” he says reaching down to cup your warm cunt, “And before ya answer, be specific, Jezebel, cause I’m really hard righ’ now an’ I need ta know wha’s gon’ on in tha great big, beautiful brain of yours.”

You lower your voice demurely, “I want all of you, Harry, however you want me, I’m yours.”

“More specific,” he says biting your earlobe.

“I want you to use my body. Show me how bad you want m-m-me,” you studder as his warm breath tickles the side of your neck. “Harry, fuck me, please and do it…hard.”

“You think this pretty, pink pussy can take me?” He asks lifting you and pressing you against the elevator wall. “Can smell ya, baby, ya want ma cock?”

A loud alarm sounds over the overhead speaker, “Is there an emergency in the elevator?” A gruff crackling static accented voice says. “If there’s not an emergency, please select your floor. If the elevator does not resume in thirty seconds, the fire department will be automatically contacted.”

You both burst into giggles faces buried in each other’s necks, “Guess we better get goin’, swee’heart, ‘sides, I hav’ an emergency in ma pants at tha moment.” He says rutting into you before setting your legs down on the floor making sure you’re steady before he kneels to straighten your dress down. “These fuck me boots, Jezebel…” he says shaking his head then standing to punch in the access code to your penthouse suite.

You eye him from your stance against the wall, but he doesn’t move from the other side, he just stares, lips sucked in, eyes roving up and down your body. He’s not physically touching you, but his eyes already have you undressed and spread open for him. He knows how to fuck you with his eyes almost as intensely as he does with his cock. God, you want his cock so much. He starts to move forward but you hold your hand up to stop him. “Can’t have you close right now, H. It’s just too much. Just… just get us to the room,” you whine shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“Baby, ya wanna play tanight?”

You suck in a deep breath, your eyes drift closed and you nod slowly.

He runs his hand through his hair and swallows a gulp.

The elevator dings indicating you’ve arrived and the doors slide open to your suite.

He holds the door open button and says, “Take your dress off.”

You look up at the camera.

“Pay it no mind, they’ve already had an eyeful, do as ya told, Jezebel. Take off tha’ pretty little dress, do it now.”

You cross your arms and pull the dress up and over your head, your hair falling in ribbons back down on your shoulders. You stand in a beautiful lace and silk demi-bra with your nipples poking out through the fabric, thigh high stockings and your boots.

Harry takes two steps toward you and brushes your hair down the side of your face, “S’beau’iful. Wan’ ya to go kneel on the floor in front of the couch, please.”

You smile, nod and turn to walk out of the elevator as he watches your bum jiggle with the sway of your hips. You walk to the middle of the couch and crouch down to the floor siting on your heels, placing your hands on your thighs.

He steps into the room and slips his shoes off before stepping to you and petting the top of your head then cradling your chin and gently pulling your gaze to his. He’s tenderly smiling, his eyes dark with arousal. He runs his thumb along your bottom lip before you open and he slips it inside. As you suck on it, his other hand palms his cock through his trousers. “How ya feelin’ ma love?”

Popping off his thumb, “Good…wet,” you say looking up at him through your lashes.

He simply groans taking his shirt off then fishing the joint and lighter from his pockets and placing them on the table in front of the couch, “Wanna try somethin’ wi’ you baby. Take ma pant’s off first.”

You turn your body and rise on your knees to unbutton and unzip his trousers only to discover he’s not wearing underwear. You can’t help but run your fingers through his pubic hair before leaning forward to place a kiss just above his hard cock still nestled away, and his breathing picks up. He helps you get the trousers down before he sits on the couch to kick his shoes off and get them the rest of the way off. Between his legs you sit on your heels again and rest your head on his thigh as he brushes the hair from your face. “I love you, H.”

“I love ya s’much,” he says cocking his head to the side and smiling softly. “Wan’ ya ta light tha smoke for us, baby,” he says jutting his chin toward the table.

Picking up the joint and placing it in your mouth you flick the lighter.

“Eyes on me.”

You meet his stare from beneath your lashes and light the joint taking a deep puff. Harry reaches for the smoke and you hand it to him. He pats his lap, “C’mere, baby.” You crawl up in his lap straddling his thighs. “Tits look fuckin’ amazin’ in tha’ bra,” he comments as you settle your bare bum on his thighs, aware of how wet your thighs are with your arousal. He pops the smoke between his lips and pulls you in close to him.

“Shotgun wi’ me, Jezebel?”

You nod and look down at his hard cock nestled between your wet thighs, resting against your swollen clit and you can’t help but reach down and pull his cock against your clit just a little closer and swirl your hips.

“Getting y’self wet for me?”

“I’m already dripping, H.”

“Show me.”

You reach down and collect your wetness and hold your fingers up for him to see.

“Put it on ya lips, love”

You paint your lips with your juices, before flicking your tongue out to lap the rest of your fingers.

“Shit, baby, s’goddamned sexy.”

He takes a deep pull on the joint then pulls you toward him for a kiss and exchange of smoke.

“Mmmm…,” he hums, licking his lips and watching you lean your head back holding the smoke for a few seconds. He reaches up and runs his hand from your chin down between your breasts, over your tummy and to your swollen clit; His hand rests on your tummy, thumb on your clit rubbing gentle circles.

“S’it feel good?” he asks as you exhale and train your bleary eyes on his. “We’ll do it again an’ want ya ta get there, babe, cum when ya exhale, yeah?”

You nod and roll your head as he continues to thumb your clit. “Feels so good, Harry. Wanted to cum so bad all night.”

“Did tha’ woman watchin’ ya turn ya on, Jezebel? Ya such a good girl, s’good fo’ me. Ma dirty baby wi’ the drippin’ cunt…ya wanna get fucked don’cha?”

“Yessss…,” you hiss leaning back to rest your hands on his knees and rock your hips.

He’s watching you closely eyes moving between where his thumb is rubbing your hard little nub and your face as you look so relaxed and blissfully fucked out.

“I’m so close…” you slur on a moan.

“C’mere,” he says as he takes a deep puff and pulls you close to exchange the smoke, just as he does he presses his middle and ring finger in deep and curls them on your g-spot. You lean back again holding the smoke and rocking your hips on his fingers.

“Yeah, baby… fuck y’self on ma fingers… keep goin’… Jesus Jezebel, ya break my fingers… keep goin’, love… oh my baby, don’t stop cumming… soak me.”

You blow out the smoke, panting hard your tummy contracting with the intensity of your orgasm. “Oh Harry, oh my god! oh my god!” you sob out, tears streaming down your face.

“Good girl, my angel baby, so fuckin’ hot, I fuckin’ love watchin’ you cum s’hard.”

“Fuck me, Harry! I need you to fuck me hard! Need it so bad. I feel so light and I want you to fuck me, please…. Please… can’t wait any longer!” you scramble off his lap and push the table out of the way. Down on your hands and knees you tilt to your bottom back toward him, presenting you pussy, peeking out from between your thighs. “Spank me Harry and fuck me from behind, please. Leave your rings on and spank me.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ baby,” he says, scrambling to his knees on the floor behind you.

Your skin breaks out in goosebumps as you feel him pressed against your bum. He closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths. He grabs the joint from the ash tray and takes another hit, trying to get some control of his body back. He places his hands on your hips and squeeze as he takes two more deep breaths.

“Ya ready?”

You push back against him in response.

He turns his initial rings around and then lifts his hand and brings it down on your cheek with a loud crack.

“Ungh!” You sob out. “Again! Do it again!”

His nostrils flair and he does it again, and another loud crack sounds out.

“One more. Harder!”

“Fuck!” He lands another hard smack on your bum, this time high on your cheek.

“Haahhhh! Fuck!” You sob out, body rocking forward again at the force of his blow, your arms buckling and falling to your elbows, fingers digging into the rug.

You’re both panting. He rubs his hand soothingly over your bum.

“Gon’ hurt fo’ a while, Jezebel. Got ya pretty good,” he says, looking at your skin already starting to welt, his handprint visible on your bum. “Fuckin’ hell,” he says, wiping his hand down his face. His cock is throbbing and he doesn’t know how much longer he can hold out.

You turn around to meet his eyes, tears running down your cheeks, mascara staining your face.

“Need…fuck…need ta fuck ya. Ya ok?” He asks, noticing your tears.

“Yes! God, please! Need you!” You say, pushing back against him again.

“Ya wan’ it hard?”

You nod frantically. “Yes!”

He lines himself up, and not even thinking, he grabs the back of your bra, tugging on it and using it to pull you back onto his dick.

You gasp at feeling him bottom out but also the feeling of the lace against your nipples. “Mmmmm…”

He pulls back and his hips snap back into yours, over and over, each thrust causing the material to rub against your nipples.

“Ahhhh…hahhhh…ohhhh…” you moan out as he keeps thrusting.

His nostrils flair at the sight in front of him. He can’t quite believe how good this feels. His lips pull back and he comes to a stop.

“Ohhhh…Harry…don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”

“Gotta make it good fo’ us,” he says, panting. “Gonna make it s’good fo’ ya.”

You clench around him and you feel his cock twitch inside you.

“Gonna play like tha’, huh?”

“Maybe.”

“Ya wan’ it tha’ bad, take it then. Push back on me.”

You moan out and start moving back and forth on him, and gasp when he pulls hard on your bra, pulling you flush against him on each of your movements back.

“Fuck, look at ya. S’greedy fo’ it ya jus’ gonna use ma dick ta get off, aren’t ya?”

“Yes! You feel s-so good!”

He rolls his hips as you move back on him and you cry out his name. His hand lets go of your bra strap and moves down so his back is flush to yours and his hands still your hips. “Ya’ve no idea how fuckin’ sexy ya are, how much ya turn me on, how good ya feel on me, do ya?”

“No,” you whimper.

“Been tryin’ ta show ya fo’ months. Wouldn’t mark ya if ya didn’t drive me crazy,” he says, lips kissing your shoulder.

You moan.

“Ya no’ gonna be able ta sit down fo’ a coupla days, Jezebel. Gonna hafta fuck ya like this,” he says, pulling back and snapping his hips into yours again. It’s fast and hard. He’s waited long enough and wants you shaking underneath him. His hand slips around to your neck, thumb putting the slightest pressure on your pulsepoint. “Waited long enough. Cum fo’ me.”

There’s something about his raspy voice in your ear that sends you over the edge. Everything goes white and the only thing you can feel is your orgasm.

He can’t hardly move you’re squeezing him so tight, he’s not sure if it’s the pot or the anticipation, but it feels like forever before he can move again. You finally let up and it only takes three more thrusts before his orgasm hits, his arm dropping from your throat and landing on the floor as he holds deep inside you.

“My god, Harry…,” you pant feeling his breath hot on your neck, “Are you ok?”

He turns his head to kiss your ear, “’M good, baby. Hang on,” he says and slowly pulls out and causing you to groan out a soft, “mmph” and wince.

“Ya good swee’heart?” he says running his hands up your arms and then down your back as he sits back on his heels.

You slump over on your side. “You wrecked me, H,” you whimper.

He brushes the hair away from your face so he can make eye contact he brows immediately furrow, “Babe ya been crying, ya ok?”

“I’m fine,” you pull your knees up closer to your chest, “I just don’t understand why I get like that with you…I feel like I just… can’t get…close enough. I feel too much and can’t express it,” your eyes water, “I can’t be yours enough…all at the same time.”

He rubs your thigh, “Baby, nothin’ ta try ta understand, s’ok to lose control wi’ me, I can take it. Best feelin’ in tha world ta be needed by ya, I mean, it hurts to see ya cry, but ya don’ have ta hold it in either. I’m yours, I’m so in love wi’ ya.”

“It’s not that kinda cry though, I’m not sad or hurt, at least not in a bad way…it’s just painfully frustrating to need to please you so deeply and to need to feel you equally as deeply,” you whisper trying desperately to express your thoughts. “It’s the most intense feeling. Feel it in my cells.”

You begin to sit up and your eyes go big then squeeze shut as you grimace and hiss. “Oooo, my bum…sssss, whew, that smarts. Help me up…I wanna see it!”

He shakes his head as he stands up and bends over to pick you up making sure your bum doesn’t touch anything as he carries you toward the bathroom. He stops just inside the door so you can flip on the light, then bends down to set you on your feet. “Lemme see, angel,” he demands turning you around before you can make your way to the mirror. “Oh babe, it’s welped up,” he says running his fingertips along the red hand print paying particular attention to the HS initials from his rings.

You step closer to the vanity mirror, turn and look over your shoulder at the beautiful marks on your bottom.

“Never question ‘f ya mine, yeah? Look at tha’ an’ know it won’t last forever, but I’ll put ‘em there anytime ya wan’ ‘em,” he kisses the top of your head, “ya mine, hear me? Mine. I gotta put some cream on it though. Have tha’ sunburn cream in ma trunk, hold on.”

“Ok, I gotta pee anyway.”

As he walks out you very tenderly sit on the commode and do your business. When he walks back in you’re in the middle of wiping, he smiles at you and winks causing you to relax at the beautiful familiarity of the whole thing. You flush and wince as you stand and walk to the sink to wash up. Piling your hair on top of your hair, you brush your teeth and wash the smeared make-up from your face and he does the same.

“Go lie down on ya tummy an’ I’ll rub this cream on an’ we can go ta bed, yeah?”

You do as he asks and he tenderly rubs the cream on the sore spot of your bum. The cream is cool and soothes the handprint, but interestingly it’s your lower tummy that twinges with a low cramp. You flinch slightly but don’t think much of it. After all, you did just have some pretty active sex. When you sigh loudly, he speaks up.

“Tired Jezebel?”

“Mmmm, yeah…worn out,” you answer with a languid smile on your face.

“C’mon s’have a cuddle an’ get some sleep.”

He crawls in under the duvet and you snuggle up to him on your side, resting your head on his chest. To be honest even the duvet feels tender on your sore bum, but you’re sleepy and so deliciously relaxed from the pot and the orgasms. “Thank you, Harry.”

“Wha’ fo’ my Jezebel?”

“For listening, for knowing what I need when I’m not even sure what I want,” you say kissing his chest just above his nipple, “Thank you for loving me,”

“Oh, Jezebel, ya s’easy ta love.”

You both drift off peacefully.

**** 2 hours later ****

You wake with a dull ache on your side and a need to pee. You kiss Harry’s chest, untangle yourself from him and scoot to the edge of the bed. As you walk to the bathroom you feel a sticky feeling between your thighs, a reminder of the sex you had just hours earlier. Once in the bathroom you forgo the light opting to just make your way to do your business. It’s then that you discover the stickiness isn’t from sex, you’re bleeding. “Doesn’t make sense,” you say in the dark thinking that you aren’t due for your period for a week yet. Then you remember that you just got your birth control shot about a month ago and that Dr. Wallis said it could possibly cause a disruption in your cycle. Wiping you move to wash your hands and make your way back to the bedroom to grab a tampon from your trunk. Before you can make it to you the trunk you see the red on the sheets. “Shit.” You make a bee-line for your trunk in the closet first. Digging around for a tampon and some panties, you reach blindly into a side picket and accidentally stab yourself with the pointy end of a teasing comb, “Damn,” you say immediately popping the finger in your mouth.

“Babe? Babe?” Harry is calling out for you switching on the bathroom light.

“I’m in here!”

“Jesus baby, ya ok, there’s blood on the sheets…”

“Yeah, I started my period.”

“Did ya hurt ya hand, too?” he asks eyes focused on the finger you’re looking at.

“Yeah, I stabbed it on a comb looking for a tampon.”

“Here, lemme find one,” he says digging in the pocket, “Wha’ else do ya need?”

“Get me some panties, too.”

“Ok baby I’ll get all this an’ call housekeeping fo’ new sheets,” he says stopping to kiss your forehead.

“I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick and do a quick wash, god my tummy hurts.”

“Ya feel sick?”

“No, just feels like cramps.”

“Ya sure I dinna hurt ya, ya don’ ever complain abou’ cramps. Kinna freakin’ me out, baby.”

“I’m sure, Dr. Wallis said I might have some changes this first month after the shot.”

“Go shower babe, I put the stuff on the counter. Ya sure ya don’ wan’ anythin’ else?”

“Unless ya have a hot water bottle, I’m good,” you answer with a pout.

You take a quick shower and true to his word you step out to a pair of comfy panties, one of his shirts and a pink packaged tampon.

In the bedroom, he’s straightening the duvet back on the fresh sheets. On the side table sits a electric heating pad, a small plate of wrapped gourmet chocolate truffles, a cold bottle of water and two paracetamol.

“Oh Harry…,” you say walking up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist, “You’re so good to me.”

“How ya feeling, swee’heart?”

You frown to one side, “Actually I’m cramping on one side around to my back,” you say running your hand around your side.

“Jesus, I fucked ya ta hard. That’s gotta be why ya hurt,” he mutters wrapping you up in his arms.

“No, that’s not why I have the cramps, H. My period has always been so light since we’ve been together and I’ve been on the shot, in fact I usually have little to no period that’s why it’s never been much of a problem, but this time is different, it’s not a big deal,” you explain to him.

“Let’s get tucked in tagether. Is there anythin’ else ya need? How abou’ a towel under ya jus’ in case.”

“Ok,” you say your brows furrowing with the dull ache causing you to lean forward.

“Oh baby, sure there isn’t something I can do ta make it better?” he asks heartbroken to see you hurting.

“Just cuddle me, ok?”

“Ok,” he says, going to grab a towel. He gets it situated on the bed and then crawls in the bed and wiggles his fingers for you to get in.

You pop the pills in your mouth, take a sip of water, and close your eyes hoping that the pain will go away soon. You spot the truffles and open them up before grabbing the plate and crawling into bed, snuggling up next to him, your back to his, plate of truffles on the bed next to you.

He grabs the heating pad and places it on your lower tummy. “Here?”

You moan out because the heat feels really good. “Yes, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

He kisses your shoulder and cuddles up next to you, careful not to put too much pressure on your bum.

You grab a truffle, take a bite, and hold out the rest for him.

He leans up and eats the offered truffle, lips grazing your fingertips.

You smile as he leans in for a kiss. You finish up the truffles and have some water and snuggle back in next to him.

“How ya feelin’ baby?”

Your brow furrows. “It hurts. Hoping the paracetamol will kick in soon.”

He smoothes your hair back and kisses your cheek, tightening his arm around you.

You both drift off to sleep but it’s fitful because you keep waking up due to the cramping.

He holds you and kisses you, turning the heating pad back on everytime you wake up in pain.

You wake up again at 7:30 am and you’re nearly doubled over in pain.

Your movements wake him up and he blindly reaches for your phone. “‘M callin’ Dr. Wallis righ’ now.”

You’re in too much pain to contradict him. He finds the number and puts it on speaker. It rings and rings and you give your info to the answering service. They assure you that the doctor will call you back within ten minutes.

He sighs. He hates seeing you in pain. “How’s your bum? Can I see?”

You nod and roll over onto your tummy and he pulls the sheet down and his mouth drops open. His hand print is gone but the initial marks are still very visible and he can see the bruising around them blossoming. He gently runs his hands over your cheek and you flinch. “Oh Jezebel, ya bum is pretty bruised. Gonna get the cream.”

“Ok,” you whimper.

He grabs the cream and gently rubs it on your bum. “My sweet girl. All mine…wi’ tha marks ta prove it.”

You sigh as he applies the cream and close your eyes.

He gets it all applied and capped back up and just gets settled back in next to you when the phone rings.

You answer the phone and he immediately changes the setting to speaker so he can hear too.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. I’m just retuning your message.”

“Hi, Dr. Wallis. Thank you. I’m cramping and bleeding. I know you said that the shot can mess up my cycle…”

Harry jumps in. “Hi, ‘m Harry, her boyfriend, an’ she’s in a lot of pain an’ ‘m worried…we uh, we had sex las’ nigh’ an’ it was…intense. Wanted ta make sure tha’s no’ why this is happening.”

Your hands fly to your face in embarrassment as he’s talking. It’s not like he didn’t know you weren’t having sex but still!

Dr. Walls listens to everything and then responds. “Hi Harry. I understand your concern, but I doubt having vigorous sex is what’s causing this. This is normal after getting a shot. When did this start?”

Harry breathes a sigh of relief. “Las’ night, right after we had sex.”

“Have her take it easy today. Take 800 milligrams of paracetamol, use a heating pad and drink plenty of water. If she doesn’t feel better in two days, have her call me again.”

“Thank you, Dr. Wallis,” you both say.

“There are other natural things you can do to relieve the cramping.”

“Like wha’?” Harry asks.

“Orgasms are a great natural pain reliever, if you’re both comfortable with that. My suggestion is a hot shower and an orgasm…or two.”

You and Harry are blushing furiously. “Uh, thanks for the suggestion, doctor.”

Dr. Wallis chuckles. “You’re welcome. I think she’s in good hands with you. Feel free to call me if you need anything.”

Harry says his goodbyes and then hangs up. He runs his hands back through his hair and then looks at you and smirks.

Your bum is feeling better so you’ve rolled onto your back and you meet his eyes.

“How do ya feel abou’ sex on ya period?”

You puff out a breath. “I dunno…I’ve never done it, but if it makes me feel better I’d be willing to try,” you say blushing. “How do you feel about it?”

He shrugs. “Doesn’t bother me. An’ if it makes ya feel better, then yeah, I’m in,” he says, fingertips lightly circling your nipples. “Ya breasts sore?”

You shake your head no. “No, just really sensitive. Feels good.”

“Good,” he says and waggles his eyebrows. “Lemme get ya some paracetamol and then get you into a nice warm shower, yeah?”

You nod and smile.

He brings you the pain meds and you take them before he helps you into the en suite. He turns the shower on, and you get undressed then use the toilet as the water heats up.

He steps in and then pulls you to him and shuts the door. He cups your cheeks, “I fuckin’ hate to see ya hurt, kills me,” he says pressing his lips to yours. He licks the seam of your lips, “Open fo’ me, baby, I’m sorry ‘f any of this’s my fault…”

You open and he licks into your mouth. You press your body closer want to feel more of him and return the kiss “Stop, you didn’t do this, just part of life. You would never hurt me…and this,” you kiss him deeply, “is making me much better.”

He turns you toward the water and rubs you lower tummy, “Here?”

“Mmmm…” you say, as the hot water hits your tummy.

“C’mere. Let’s see if we can make ya feel better, hmm?” He says, his hand sliding down to cup your mound. His other arm wraps around your waist, holding you tight to him, gentle presser on your lower tummy.

“You’re good to me, H.”

He smiles and kisses your temple. “I like takin’ care of ya.”

You smile and your hands move to cover his on your tummy. You turn your head to look at him, “You sure you’re ok with this?”

“Babe, nothin’ abou’ touchin’ ya will ever bother me, ok? Please, can I touch ya, make ya feel better? It is doctor’s orders, yanno,” he smirks.

You giggle. “Wellll…if it’s doctor’s orders…”

He chuckles and his long fingers dip down to your clit and starts circling softly. “Wan’ ya ya cum like this and then cum on ma fingers. Can ya do tha’ fo’ me?”

You lean your head back on his shoulder. “Yes,” you say breathily. “Feels so good.”

“God, ya s’fuckin’ beautiful,” he says, as he watches your back arch and your breasts lift.

“Hahhh…mmmm…Harry!”

“Feel good?”

“Yes!” You can feel your tummy quivering.

He moves his fingers faster and you cry out his name, fingers tightening on his arm.

You’re surprised that you’re so close, so quickly but all you know is that you’re gonna cum soon. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” you chant as your legs shake and you cum for him.

He works you through it, holding you tightly to make sure you stay upright. “How’re ya feelin’ now?” He says in your ear.

You’re panting and you realize that your cramps have lessened considerably. “Good. I feel good. I can still feel it, but it’s a lot better!”

He smiles against your cheek. “Good. Ya owe me one mo’. Ya ready?”

You nod.

He smirks against your cheek as dips his middle and ring fingers inside you, curling up to find your g spot, his thumb hovering over your clit.

You gasp as you feel him curl his fingers. Everything is so much more sensitive. “Mmmm…feels so good. I’m…I don’t think I’ll last long…”

“Ya sensitive?”

You nod frantically.

“‘S’ok baby,” he says as he starts moving his fingers against your g spot.

You’re moaning and gripping him hard, back arching as he moves. Your eyes squeeze closed and you pant as you feel yourself pulse around his fingers.

“Ya close? Can feel ya. Doin’ s’good fo’ me baby. Cum fo’ me. Love watchin’ ya cum fo’ me.”

You gasp and then you’re orgasm hits hard and deep. You can feel the deep contractions in your core. As you begin to relax your body slumps against his.

“I got ya. Ya ok,” he says, tightening his arm around you. He pulls the handheld down and washes you both off as you gradually come down from your high.

You lean your head back on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

He smiles and replaces the handheld. “Ya welcome. Jus’ wan’ ya ta feel better.”

“I do, thank you. Kiss me?”

He smiles. “‘Course.” Holding your cheeks, he places the sweetest kiss on your lips deepening it after a few moments.

“I love you Harry, I’m sorry I interrupted our sleep with all…this,” you say motioning around with a pout to your expression, “and I’m so thankful for how you take care of me, even in my most embarrassing moments.”

“Baby, please don’ be embarrassed, ‘m not, I love ya. Was scared at first, the though’ of causin’ ya pain, makin’ ya bleed…,” he’s shaking his head and brushing the hair out of your face so tenderly as if his touch might make it worse, “was like that time ya passed out at the cottage all over again.”

You put your hands around his wrists turned your head to kiss the inside of one palm. “Hey…, I’m good, the pain medicine is helping and,” you grin shyly, “the orgasms relaxed me. Let’s go back to bed, you have a show tomorrow and you need your rest.”

***The next afternoon. ***

You both slept in and spent some time just relaxing. You were feeling better, the cramping had finally lessened. Sarah suggested some edibles and it was helping tremendously.

Opting for comfy clothes on the way to venue, you were scrolling through your phone messages when you feel Harry lean over and kiss your temple, “How ya feelin’, babe?”

“I’m feeling much, much, better. Some things are making complete sense now, too. I always get so…frisky around that time of the month, not that Amsterdam and especially our hotel isn’t a sexy place, but now I know my hormones are raging and that’s part of it.”

“Wha’ abou’ me? Aren’t I tha reason ya so frisky?” he says pretending to be offended.

“Umm, honey, since we’ve been together my libido could be charted on the Richter Scale and you know it, but add a rush of hormones and…” you trail off wrapping your hand on the inside of his thigh. “Anyway, the bleeding is really light now and the cramps have relaxed almost completely.”

Harry pulls back a little and sticks out his bottom lip pouting. “Bu’ I quite like it when tha doctor orders orgasms”

You can’t help the burst of giggles, “Oh, trust me H, cramps may be gone, but the hormones are still there.” You slide your hand up to his crotch, “You gonna be OK tonight? You haven’t gotten to cum since last night when you ruined my panties and broke my bra.”

“Have ya know, ya were tha one who ruined those panties first, if ya remember, an’ tha’ bra was jus’ a victim of my gorgeous, hot, sexy girlfriend beggin’ me ta fuck ’er.”

You pull your head back, “You complaining, Styles?”

He pulls your hand up from his crotch and kisses the inside of your wrist, “Never.”

About three minutes away outside of the arena, Harry pops on a ball cap and mask, and you pop on a mask and pull your hair outta the ponytail and shake it out. You look over and he’s squirming with his pants trying to hide a semi-erect cock. You giggle and roll your eyes; It was going to be a frisky night, for two very horny people, you just hoped no one in the audience would be able to tell.

“Put that thing away, Harry!” you giggle while you both look at his crotch. “Thought this was a family show?” You can’t help the bursting snort.

“Hey! Can’ steal my lines!” Harry says tickling your neck with his nibbling. He pulls back and searches your eyes, “Babe, gonna worry abou’ ya tanight, sure ya gon’ be ok?”

You nod a lump in your throat at his thoughtfulness. “Gonna be great, H. Don’t worry about me.”

“Will ya do me a favor, when I look over at you will you give me a thumbs up so I know ya good?”

“I promise,” you whisper leaning in to kiss him.

“Ya love me?” he asks.

“I do.”

The expression on his face beams, “Really like tha sound of tha’ phrase comin’ from ya.”

It takes you a moment to realize what he just said, “Harry?” You question with eyes as big as saucers.

You turn and he’s already out the car door, with his hand held out to help you out.

You shake your head and thread your fingers with his as you walk toward the entrance.

You didn't dare reply to his comment, but you soak in the looks of love he gave you as you both changed. There was something so special about getting ready for a show with him. He was in his element and the sexiness of him in his element, getting to share that intimacy was indescribable. He made arrangements for you to be close to the stage that night as he was still worried about you. You told him he was being silly because you felt fine, other than the goosebumps from his earlier innuendo and your hormones firing on all cylinders. Your man was amazing in so many ways and you couldn't wait to see him tonight.

The songs never ever felt redundant to you, the fangirl in you still hung on every word he sang. You couldn’t be prouder of him. But the girlfriend reactions that were growing along with your relationship meant that so much of the time the music felt like you were hearing it for the first time. Some of the words were more meaningful now than they had been at the beginning. And some of the ways he looked your direction during some lyrics could melt you in a heartbeat. At times it felt like he was singing and dancing just for you. That particular hip wiggle during Music for a Sushi Restaurant reminded you of the grind move he uses when he makes love to you deep and slow. That part about “getting yourself wet for me” in Cinema has always been so hot, but tonight he was on your side of the stage and made sure he made eye-contact during “I guess you’re all mine.” It was true, you were all his. He owned you and you had the initials on your bum to prove it. But the motions he made during the line “Choke her with a sea view” during Keep Driving have set you on fire. After his early “I do” comment, it felt like he was singing Love Of My Life to you, especially with the looks he gave you.

True to his word, he looks over at you often during the show and each time you give him a thumbs up. By the fifth thumbs up, you decided to change things up. The next time he looked over, you swayed your hips, the next time, you cupped your breasts and the next time you ran your hands down your body. He smiles his dirtiest smile at you glad you were feeling better and grabs the water bottle to douse the crowd. Oh, he was gonna give it good to the crowd and to you tonight.

By the time he walked into the dressing room after the last song, you were positively raging with neediness. He walks over to you and quips, "Honey, I'm home!"

You grin wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’d ask if you had a good day at the office, but I already know because I saw you have a particularly, spectacular…very sexy day at the office.”

“Jezebel, we need ta talk abou’ ya behavior tanight…can’ work when ya send those kinda vibes…touchin’ this body like tha’,” he runs his hands down to your bum and pulls your hips forward, “how ya feelin’?”

“Mmmm…feel good, H. I was just mimicking what I saw you do on stage,” you say biting your lip. Your hands slide to his bum and your eyes flutter closed as you feel his hard cock in between you. “The way you move, baby. Makes me so wet.”

He gulps. “Ya make me crazy, know tha’?”

“Take me back to the hotel baby. I want you.”

As soon as you walk off the elevator into your suite, he has you against the closest wall. “Need a shower, baby…wan’ ya so much.” He kisses you deeply, his tongue licking at yours as if he needs your taste like his next breath. His hand holds your jaw, tilting it and his mouth opens wide to take in your lips. He’s moaning and rutting against you. He runs his other hand down to your tummy, “How’s ya tummy?”

“No pain, I’m good.”

“So no orgasms?” he says starting to step away.

“Don’t you dare, mister! I need orgasms, but I need you inside me this time. How do you feel about that? I’m only slightly bleeding…” you ask searching his eyes for any hesitation.

“Told ya don’ care abou’ tha’, baby, just wan’ ya ta be comfortable.”

“How about a warm bath, you said you wanted a shower, and have you seen the tub in that bathroom! It’s big enough for ten people. They have the most amazing bubble bath in there too, I was smelling it this morning and dreaming of a nice bath.”

He smiles his most gorgeous smile. “I don’ care where I take ya. Ya wan’ me ta fuck ya in tha tub, then I’ll fuck ya in tha tub,” he says, pressing his lips to yours again as his hands run down your body to unbutton and unzip your jeans.

You moan into his mouth as he tugs your jeans and panties down. Your hands on his shoulders are pulling the jacket up, your fingers gripping it. After that, it’s a frenzy as you both pull your clothes off each other.

Once you’re fully naked, he pulls back to look at you, his thumb and forefinger pulling at his lips, eyes boring into yours. He notices everything: your heaving chest, your hard nipples, the way your thighs press together.

“Wanna make ya cum s’hard fo’ me. Wanna make ya mine.”

“I’m yours, H. Take me!”

He grabs your hand and pulls you to the bathroom and you watch as he turns on the tap and squeezes out the bubble bath. He pulls you to him and kisses you as you wait for the tub to fill. He steps in and offers his hand to help you in and he sits down, pulling you down and against his chest, lips kissing down your neck, hands cupping your breasts.

“Felt like you were singing to me tonight, H. You can’t imagine how much the fangirl in me was screaming inside. Then I remembered that I would be coming back here with you tonight…sometimes I forget that we’re together,” you say softly sliding your hands above your head and into his hair.

“Don’ wan’ ya ta ever forget,” he whispers in your ear while he runs his thumbs over your nipples. “Look s’sexy in water, makes me think abou’ tha first time we went ta the cottage.” You smile to yourself thinking about that moment. “Wan’ed ta fuck ya s’bad in that hottub. Got ya off on my fingers…god, was s’hard for ya, jus’ like now.”

You can’t help the squirming and wiggling.

“Mmmm…I was still kinda in shock that you wanted me, that first time. It all felt so surreal.” Your fingers tighten their grip on his knees as his fingers pull on your nipples and your back arches. “Watching you sometimes it still feels surreal.”

“It’s real. We’re real. I love ya mo’ than I ever loved anyone.”

His soapy hands slide down your tummy to cup your pussy. “Turn round an’ let me show ya how real we are. How much ya mean ta me.”

You turn around easily because the bubble bath is so slippery. He pulls you flush to him, his cock on his tummy between the two of you.

You slick his hair back with your wet hand and draw you finger down the side of his face. You lean forward and placed a soft kiss on first one corner of his lips and then the other. Swirling your hips, you close your eyes. “Mmmm, mmm…”

“Feel good, swee’heart?”

You lean forward and nose your way to his ear, “Yeah, can feel how hard you are on my clit. I’m so sensitive right now.”

“Tell me more, love,” he says running his hands up the outside of your thighs.

“Watching you tonight…Mmmm…looked so good, when you would bend backwards or swirl your hips, I could see…,” you blush and pull away a little.

“No, don’ stop, go on, wha’ were ya lookin’ at, hmmm?”

“You know how I feel about you in flat front pants…were you thinking about me?” you say pressing your forehead against is as he moves his hands to your tits and pinches your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Harry, were you hard on stage for me?”

“Ya tell me, babe, what d’ya see?”

“I could see your…you were poking…,” you look down at his cock pressed between you two.

“Could ya see my cockhead? S’a goddamn miracle tha’ I dinna ‘ave a wet spot from ya…dancin’ like tha’”

You gasp.

“Wha’? Tha’ turn ya on?”

You bite your lip and nod. “The thought of you on stage hard because of me…a wet spot…mmm…”

He pinches your nipples hard again and you cry out, back arching.

“H, I’m so empty. I need you. Please.” You can feel yourself clenching around nothing.

His wet hands slide down your sides and pull you flush to him, and then his hands move to your bum pulling you up and down along the underside of his cock.

“Mmmmm…”

“Feel good?” He asks, lips sliding down your neck. “Put me inside, baby but don’ move. Jus’ hold me inside ya fo’ a mo’, yeah?”

You slide your hand down between you and grab his cock, looking down to see through the bubbly water.

“No,” he tips your chin up with a wet finger, “eyes on me, Jezebel…wanna see ya eyes when I get my gasp… tease me all night… wan’ ya eyes when I fill ya up.”

Meeting his gaze, you raise up slightly and position him at your entrance. As you slide down on him he pushes up ever so slightly and your pelvis’ meet when he bottoms out deep inside you.

But the look on his face, his jaw slack and mouth slightly open, eyes gazing into yours as your flutter and struggle to stay forward. You mouth opens into and “O” and you gasp on an exhale as he seats himself deep. “There she is…tha’ a way, baby…no, no, don’t clench yet…jus’ a warm hug. S’it feel good?”

You nod breathlessly.

“Can get s’deep this way…love bein’ deep inside ya…an’ yeah, was thinkin’ abou’ ya on stage…do it mo’ than is decent, if ‘m honest.”

“Yeah?” You ask him, licking your lips, fingernails digging into his shoulders.

He pulls his hips back and thrusts back into you slowly and then does it again.

“Mmmm…Harry,” you say barely a whisper.

“God this is wha’ I think abou’ on stage. Think abou’ bein’ s’deep inside ya ya can barely keep ya eyes open, fucking ya slow an’ deep.”

“Hahhhh….oh fuck,” you say as you move your hips and grind down on him. “I think about you too. I watch the way you move and I…mmmm…I imagine you with me.”

He slides his hands up to the sides of your neck, “Move wi’ me, babe…” he leans forward and kisses you deeply, “I love ya”

You gasp again and slosh the water with a slight jerk.

“Jesus baby, so fuckin’ sexy tha’ you do tha’ when I tell ya I love ya while we fuck, s’like ya whole body hears it, not jus’ ya ears.”

“I do, every fiber of me feels it, used to imagine it, now…now…it’s so…real, I feel it everywhere. You fuck me so good but fucking with your love is something I could never ever live without…not ever again, Harry, you ruined me for any other,” you say biting your bottom lip and exhaling the emotion in your throat.

“Won’ ever be another…never…,” he says lips against yours.

“No, no, no…,” you cry out shaking your head and moving on him faster, “never be another for me….” You gulp squeezing his cock tighter. “Harry, I’m close, but…don’t wanna cum… not without you, baby, please….”

“So close too…Ungghh! Come on…come on…tagether, babe, tagether…,” he pulls you in closer and tighter to him, your breath catches as he groans out. He goes stiff deep inside you and your thighs clamp tight on his hips as your walls contract hard on his cock. The sounds of the water and your breathing echoing off the tile in the bathroom.

You fall forward, your face in his neck and just breathe him in as you come down.

He grips you to him tightly and kisses your temple. “Ya s’amazin’ an’ I love ya s’much.”

You smile and pull your head up to kiss him. “I love you too, baby. So so much.”

His hands on the sides of your face, thumbs rubbing circles on your cheeks. “Meant wha’ I said ya know. This is forever fo’ me an’ I wan’ ya ta know it…we don’ hafta make it official until we’re ready bu’…I wan’ ta one day. Wan’ ya ta have my last name one day, my sweet Jezebel.”

You feel the tears gather in your eyes. “H…oh my god…I…that’s what I want to. It’s always been you.”

He kisses you again as the tears slide down your face, pulling you flush against him. “I love ya,” he says against your lips.

#shotgun #original content #harry smut #harry styles smut #harry styles fanfiction #friends to lovers

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totaldrama-showdowns · 5 months

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Submissions that didn’t make it into the Best Outfit Showdown! Including invalid ones. With the amount of characters nominated, the requirement to enter became three separate submissions! Apologies if a character you submitted didn’t make it in!

millie

“it's very cute! cute colours and it's realistic. her boots are a little off but her jacket makes up for it #millie sweep”

Leonard

“he's got that garden gnome-type swag. that spellcaster rizz. look me in the eyes and tell me this absolute LARPing chad isn't drowning in [REDACTED].”

Junior

“he looks more like a teenager than anyone else. I look at him and think "yeah that's a 13 year old". they peaked”

Bear Suit Izzy

“Go girl, you slay in that fursuit”

Izzy (in her swimsuit)

“Her outfit fits her personality pretty well already, and i think her swimsuit's even better! Especially when she has a harpon. She would have a harpon.”

pilot chef

“he didn't go to flight school but he DID buy a pilots outfit and that's what really counts :)”

“she was so real for showing up to an internationally broadcasted reality TV show in a hoodie and sweatpants”

Ella

“Her dress is actually pretty! Also her dress behind above her knees fits the environment she's in”

anne maria

“she slays idk”

the ice dancers, both of them.

“they served”

sugar

“idk I like her”

mike

“Minecraft”

Julia

“It just really works for her”

Rodney

“I would wear that”

Lindsay's up the creek outfit; José; Jasmine

“It's sooo awesome I fucking love it.jkirt (jean skirt) and a cool red top?? Slay I love her sooo much

José has blue and black which slaaaays Alejandro's colour scheme I'm sooo sorry but also not really

Jasmine. Nuff said yeah boyyyyyyyyy!!!”

The local from bjorken telephone

“She SLAYED that swan. We all know that. No one else dresses better than her”

KITTY!!!

“Her outfit is totally cute and I think it holds up today :D”

Jasmine

“The colors look really good on her and work well with the environment (A female character with proper shoes! wow!) and her personality. The attention to detail that since shes so tall she doesnt really properly fit into her clothes is funny”

Heather

“It's cunty. It's iconic. It screams "early 2000s" and it's so HEATHER”

Scarlett

“really really fucking cute. Highlights aspects of her character which is especially good for her being a twist villain. The colors harmonize well especially in scenes with dark colored backgrounds”

Blaineley

“What can I say? She's hot. The outfit works”

“her outfit makes sense, unlike all of the others on this show”

Princess Courtney

“It’s purple and Courtney is pretty and I like her :)”

Drama Brothers Harold

“idk why he was in the last poll his fit goes hard”

jen

“her outfit is so cute. i love her sweater. plus she’s literally a fashion blogger”

Josee

“the color scheme is nice and idk she looks cute i love her”

Ellody

“she looks so nerdy it fits her character so well. and her outfit is just adorable”

courtney’s human cricket costume

“the little antenna are so cute. and she was so smart for coming up with it. she deserved to win that challenge”

courtney in the weird blonde wig

“the outfit isnt that special but it’s so iconic. that moment changed lives”

Laurie

“ok largely this is because i had a crush on her when i was 11”

Gwen’s pajamas

“How come Gwen goes to sleep wearing an awesome fit but when she wakes up she looks at her 3 shirts and goes "Yeah this is perfect"”

Chase…

“His outfit is good. Only his outfit. I'm a big fan of it. Chase himself sucks tho”

SIERRA CODY SHIRT

“I FUCKING LOVE YOU SIERRA”

HEATHER BUNNY PAJAMAS

“shes soooo cute!! why didnt they keep those i luv u heather it was nice to see.. heather that likes pink bunnies she tries to keep that side of herself secret too often<3”

military tank top chef

“tom of finland slay”

Prison fit duncan

“finally”

craptry sugar

“SUGA HOLLA!!! it was sooo cute i loved it the pink jeans looked great and i definitely prefer the pink and white color scheme to her regular outfit and i love her regular outfit too! but pink jeans!! i luv u sugar”

Intern Dakota

“SHE SLAYED THAT”

“slayed what else is there to say <3”

Cowboy Chris

“bro’s got the drip”

Shed

“I love their cat headphones and their gamer chair. super swag”

“Love the gaming chair :)”

Bridgette

“Her hoodie is super cute imo”

camel

“i have vague memories of a camel slaying in rr”

Ripaxel

“They rock my world like a hurricane”

#best td outfit showdown #unused submissions

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missmitchieg · 2 months

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Flowers For Luke

Humming a slow melody, Penelope pointed her phone at a yellow building with a pink and white sign that read Monica's Flowers. She turned her phone toward her and grinned as she stepped out of Esther, walking toward the shop. She smiled at a burly, dark-skinned man who was looking at roses, and walked toward the counter where the owner was.

The walls were light pink and decorated with red and white heart and flower stickers, the floral displays adorned with red, pink, and white rose bouquets lining nearly every inch of the inside of the building.

"Hi! Welcome to Monica's Flowers! What can I do for you?" A girl about Penelope's height with brown curls grinned, her hands clasped together in front of her chest. She was standing next to a taller man with black hair and a name tag that said Daniel, who was preparing a bouquet of red roses with a grin on his face.

"Um, so I wanted to get flowers for my boyfriend, Luke." Penelope started with a smile.

"Aww, ok." Monica's smile grew at that.

"Yeah, I saw this TikTok, and a girl said most men don't receive flowers until their funeral, and that made me really, really sad," she continued, laughing softly as she made the taller man aww and clutch his heart. "So I wanted to get him flowers and write a note for him for Valentine's Day."

"That's so sweet! Wait, now I feel bad because I don't do that for my boyfriend." Monica pouted. "I just- when I close for the night, I'll have to take home flowers for Charlie." She nodded decisively.

"I'm taking home flowers for Michael!" Daniel agreed.

"That's a good idea, hon."

Penelope snickered into her hand, biting her lip. "So, Luke really likes Gerbera Daisies. Could I please get some pink, orange, and red ones?"

With her hand already reaching to grab a handful of pink flowers, Monica's eyes widened as her jaw dropped.

Daniel stared at her with an amused look, his eyebrows now in his hairline. "Wow. Pink, orange, and red, huh? You really love this Luke."

Penelope blushed deep red and ducked her head with a smile. "Yeah."

"That is so sweet."

"Ooh, now I'm curious. What do all those Daisy colors mean?" The dark-skinned man asked, his voice deep.

Monica snickered, pressing her lips together. "So, uh, pink Gerbera Daisies are a symbol of admiration, adoration, or high esteem for someone."

"Oh, my god."

Penelope bit her lip.

"Orange Daisies mean the recipient is the sunshine of your life." Daniel grinned.

"Ohh."

Penelope squeaked and hid her face behind her sweater, her face warm.

"And red Daisies mean," Monica giggled, her and Daniel both putting on their best teenager in puppy love looks, "everlasting love."

"Girl, you better marry that man if that's how he makes you feel."

"Well," Penelope twirled a blonde and pink curl around her finger. "I want to." She said softly.

"Oh, my God. That's so sweet." The grin on Monica's face grew, and she grabbed more flowers, arranging them carefully.

"Oh, Luke's favorite color is sage green." Penelope said. "Do you have any sage green tissue paper, and maybe white ribbon to tie it?"

"I'll go look in the back!" Daniel grinned and rushed to the back room, coming back with sage green paper in a few seconds. "Found it!"

After Monica handed Penelope a note card and pen, she wrapped the paper around the bouquet and tied it with a white lacy ribbon. "This is so pretty. I hope your boyfriend enjoys his $70 dollar flowers."

Penelope giggled and paid for the flowers, gently placing the note in between two pink flowers. "Thank you, sweethearts!"

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Now in the driveway, Penelope grabbed the bouquet and walked to the door, pushing it open slowly. "Oh, my sweet carame- Oh." She stood silently in the doorway as she took in the red rose petals on the floor leading to the dinner table, which had a white cloth topped with Caesar salads, Beyond Steak, and Pinot Grigio. "Honey…" She stared at her boyfriend in shock, revealing the flowers behind her back.

"Hey, mi amor." Luke grinned brightly, leaning against the dinner table. He frowned when he saw the bouquet and straightened up, walking toward her. "Oh, baby, did you buy these for yourself because you thought I forgot when I didn't say anything this morning?" He asked softly, his eyes filled with guilt as he wrapped Penelope in his arms.

Penelope blinked, wrapping her arms tightly around Luke's neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, breathing in his cedarwood cologne.

"Honey, I'm sorry. I didn't forget. I had this planned for two days." Luke said softly, pressing kisses to Penelope's jaw. "Happy Valentine's Day, Penelope. I love you."

"Luke, I love you." Penelope sighed when she remembered how to speak, kissing his lips softly. "Lovie, I bought these flowers for you." She said as she pulled away and placed the flowers in his hands, watching him react.

"What?" Luke tilted his head as he examined the flowers, his lips parting as his brain registered the type of flower and the colors she bought. "Oh." He whispered, gently holding the flowers in his hands. "No one's ever bought me flowers before."

A giggle escaped Penelope's lips as Luke sniffed the flowers, a smile growing on his face. "You got me gerbera daisies."

"Yeah." She smiled, gently cradling Luke's cheek.

"You remembered my favorite color." He whispered, his eyes sparkling.

"The worker had to look in the back room because everything in the front was pink and red." Penelope admitted with a blush.

With his lips pressed tightly together, Luke sniffled as he processed the information, a tear falling from his left eye. "Penelope."

Penelope gasped, gently grabbing Luke's hand. "Baby, I didn't think you were gonna cry!"

Luke sniffed and wiped his tears away, hugging Penelope again.

"I wrote a note for you, too." She smiled, watching him gently sift through the flowers to find the note.

Dear Luke,

Hi, mon amour. I've been thinking about something I read recently. That love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. That's something I love about love. That's something I love about you. You never give up on anything. You never gave up on me, even when I was being stubborn and stupid for no reason. I hope it stays that way. I never want you to give up on me, because I'll never give up on you. I promise. I love you. Happy Valentine's Day, my darling.

Love, Penelope ♡

Penelope bit her lip as Luke read the note, holding his hand. She blushed as he squeezed her hand three times, squeezing his hand back three times. She smiled as he hugged her again whispering in her ear.

"Baby, I love you so much. I'll never give up on you. You're the love of my life." Luke kissed her passionately, taking her breath away.

Penelope squeaked as she slowly pulled away, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked back at Luke as he clutched the flowers in one hand and hugged her tightly from behind, staring at her phone in shock. "Guys, he liked the flowers. I have decided I am doing this all the time from now on. Ok, bye."

#criminal minds #luke alvez #penelope garcia #garvez #garvez fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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starsarefire824 · 1 year

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The gang get ready for a party.

Chapter 4: Sophocles and Silver Paint of Demons of Change

Dustin falls back into his bean bag chair with a groan. “Yeah, whatever man. I’m just saying—it’s a fucking miracle we’re going to this party at all. So I think we should make the most of it. Even Steve was shocked when I told him.”

“I agree,” El says and gambols over to sit on Dustin’s lap, drowning him in baby blue gingham and ruffles. She lifts her feet and studies her sparkly shoes shining in the sunlight as Will stands up from his bed. He removes his t-shirt and then throws on the gray sweater he, rather primitively, sewed a felt red heart onto the left side of the chest. As for the other parts of his costume, he’d chosen simple black pants, his nicer gray sneakers, and a small slightly pointed hat he and El had made. Also painted with shiny silver paint. He pulls the twine under his chin and sits down in front of the mirror he’s placed on his desk. It’s almost feminine in the way it resembles a vanity now, especially where it’s cluttered with jars of paint brushes, pencils, and other things, but Will doesn’t care. He gazes at himself in the mirror.

It’s a simple band of silver color brushed across his eyes, and his lashes are lined on the bottom with charcoal, sparkling glitter fanning out like rays from the outer corners of his eyes, across his temples, and into his hairline. El has pressed one larger teardrop shaped gem onto his cheekbone in what Will assumes is to insinuate how sad the tin man is. She’d been obsessed with the film since they watched it on a Party movie night ages ago, and now she could recite almost every line of it.

Will is surprised by how neat the paint is, and how he likes the way it brightens the green in his irises. He almost feels… pretty.

Will blushes. He knows that’s not really a word he’s supposed to use for himself. It’s not really a way he’s supposed to want to t feel. And yet… he likes it .

“Wow, El,” he breathes, turning towards his friends.

El lifts her head from Dustin’s chest and gazes at him expectantly.

“I really love it,” he murmurs happily and flushes. “It’s….pretty?”

El’s eyes light up when Will says the word.

“Yeah, you did a great job, baby,” Dustin agrees and kisses her temple.

“Thanks guys,” El says with a happy scrunch of her nose. “I saw it in a magazine.”

Lucas smiles at Will, warm and bright and Will knows his compliment is genuine. “You look great, man.” He gestures towards his hair faintly, as if swiping something from his forehead. “I like your hair—out of your face like that.”

Will blushes and crosses arms shyly. “Thanks Lucas,” he murmurs, barely above a whisper.

#byler #will byers #el hopper #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #mike wheeler #byler fanfic #demons of change #justmyname #henderhop

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zer0n0tf0und · 2 years

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Timeskip! Semi Eita x F! Reader {Part 1}

Character: Timeskip! Semi Eita x F! Reader

Warnings: None

I do not own Haikyuu, The only stuff the belongs to me Is the Names of the side characters

“Eita hurry up man and get your butt over here, we're going to be starting soon” Semi rolled his eyes at his friend over the phone. “Tero calm down, we still got an hour and a half before we start” Semi said as he jogged to the BlackTail gig where they were hosting the concert. “We still got an hour and half before we start '' He could hear Tero sign over the phone and he imagined him rubbing his forehead. “Eita, I'm sorry you know-” “Yes I know how much you have been worried about this one because there is over a thousands over fans going to be their, its’’ okay i’ll be there on time” Tero nodded on his side of the phone even though Semi couldn't see it. “Alright Eita I'll let you go, Bye” “Bye” Semi hung up and put his phone in his pocket and sped up just so that he would get there faster and Tero could stop worrying. wonder if i’ll know anybody in the crowd, I haven't see the Volleyball team since HighSchool, I hope there doing goo-

BANG!

Left, Left, Right, then Left again….There it is! (y/n) quickly ran over to the cafe she was told to get 3 things: a donut for her, a Cinnamon bun for her friend Ignis, and lastly an apple fritter for her mother. (y/n) reached the little cafe, Java Hut. She stepped inside and walked over to the counter where 12 other people were standing. Well I guess I have to wait at least I don't have to be anywhere-Wait didn't Ignis say she was gonna take me to that concert at that place The BlackTail gig? (y/n) looked over at the clock on the wall to see there was still 2 hours before the concert started and her house was only down the road, Now it just depends on how long it takes for her to get the food

{In Spongebob Narrator voice} 1 hour later……

Finally! (y/n) though as she finally was able to get her food. She took it from the cashier as he gave her an apologetic look “I am so sorry about your wait” He bowed to her. “It's okay, don't worry about it!” (y/n) smiled at him, paid and left the little Cafe. (y/n) took her phone out of her pocket and turned it on and looked at the time. Oh God! I only got half an hour before the concert started and Ignis said she wanted to leave early so we could get a good seat. I better hurry up! (y/n) tucked her phone snugly in her pocket and started to jog back to her house. I wonder what band we were going to see. Ignis says that they make really good songs but I never heard of them. I hope it's worth it I don't want to get there and be disapon-

BANG!

owwwwww…what the heck did i just bang into, a wall? (y/n) rolled over onto her side and her head snapped over when she heard a groan coming from in front of her. Wait, it's a person I banged into?!?!?! How fit are they??? (y/n) quickly snapped out of her gaze when the person stood up-and holy he was tall. She bowed at a 90 degree angle and started apologizing furnishly. “I am so so so so sorry about banging into you i wasn't looking and-” “Hey stand up its okay it's also kinda my fault” the male said as he scratched his neck and she stood up and got a good look at him. He had grayish hair and was wearing a black hoodie over a pair of dark blue jeans along with a red sweater around his waist, and his eyes…..wow, They were a light brown color and they glimmered in the sun as if they were made of pure diamond. “Oh! It's okay…..” She said as she tried to think of a way to find out his name, little did she know that the pretty male was thinking the same thing. The pretty male looked down at something on the ground so she did the same only to see her food on the ground. Aw shuck I'm gonna have to go back and its probably super duper busy there. “Eh….. I'm really sorry about making you drop your food” Before she can say anything to the pretty male counties' “How about We exchange numbers and pick a time to meet again and we go to a cafa or a restaurant and I pay for your food?” The pretty male says as he tilts his head slightly to the side. Cute. Wait wait wait is he asking me out on a date??? OMG a pretty male i just met just ASK. ME. OUT?!?!?!!?! Semi took her silence for anger or disgust. “Well we don't have to go if you don't want…..” the pretty male muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck. “N-NO I would love to!” she yelled, jumping slightly when she realized that he thought she was mad. “Okay good, can I have your number?” He raised one of his eyebrows. “Of course, here” She quickly took her phone out of her pocket to write it down. They exchanged numbers quickly and she realized that she was giving this pretty stranger her number, but they didn't even know each other's names. “I'm (l/n) (y/n)” she said as she bowed. “Semi Eita” he bowed back at her. She looked at her phone and gasped. “I really got to Semi-Kun, it was nice meeting you!” She called as she started to back away. “Bye (l/n)-Chan, you too! She started to run to her house hoping that her mom and Ignis wouldn't get mad for dropping the food.

She reached her house in a matter of minutes and unlocked the doors and called out to Ignis and her Mother. “Welcome back dear” her mother smiled at her, her (e/c) eyes brightened up as she saw her daughter but dulled when she saw that she didn't have a bag of food in her hand. “Hey (n/n) you got lost didn't you?” Ignis questions as she jumps down the stairs and walks over to (y/n). “Well actually I met someone…” she said as she bit her lip trying to hold back a smile. Ignis wiggled her eyebrows at her best friend “was it a booooooy?” now they even had her mothers attention. “Yes, Yes it was-” “come on tell us everything!” and she did.

#semi eita #haikyuu!!#female reader #romance #part 1

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measuringbliss · 3 days

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Spider-Man Read-Through 058: Somebody is Killing Them All! (SSM 44-45, SSM Ann 2)

MASTERPOST

With a cover like that, you can only do one thing: keep reading.

(Plus, there's gorgeous art in there!)

And here's our awesome first page as well:

Wow. Just... wow. The lighting, the shading, the view... Incredible. Maybe needs more cars but come on, that's a detail. *reads the text* Oh...

The pages are very dense. Basically, the mob has had... issues recently (I wonder if Silvermane's part of it, like last time) and a guy wants his men to find some items for his uncle.

It's the New Year for Chinatown! One of the men, Dolenz, tries to steal the jade there, but he gets gunned down.

MEANWHILE.

I'm pregnant! But also, great colors in the second panel. And the third one. And I'm pregnant!

Look at his cute little outfit!!!!!!!! I love that red sweater, holy fuck!

Holy fuck. The food is good. The food is delicious.

So one of Peter's pictures features the aforementioned murder. Time to investigate!

It's Alfred's turn to die mysteriously. Not yet though, Spidey's still investigating!

First off, that joke is funny. Secondly, that cake in the last panel???!?! Yes but?!?! Maybe a bit too much hahaha.

Turns out Alfred doesn't die, on the contrary, his attackers die! What a chad.

The art is all over the place in this issue, but the line art is so good I don't even mind. Love how it all looks. And I feel like there's a lot of ambition too!

See what I mean?

Anyway, Spidey finds out that Malachai Toomes owns the building he was led to... Toomes, as in, the Vulture. He's a relative, nice!

What the fuck did the artists smoke for this issue, because they made excellent art, I love this!

Spidey fights goons, finds Toomes, who informs him that Alfred is the culprit, then tries to kill him with deadly gas coming out of his carnation. It's not the green, but it's still very gay.

Spidey wakes up chained in a coffin on a conveyor belt. And next to him...

Fucking hell, how the fuck is this issue so gorgeous like that?! Bravo to the whole team because goddamnit.

On *that* website, the commenters really don't like the art, but it's a scan and not digital, which I think does sublimate how it looked. Damn, I loved it.

What the fuuuuuck.

So Malachai is the Vulture's nephew, nice.

Everyone thinks Spidey's dead, so they have a celebration. Good for them!

The Vulture isn't fooled by Alfred's plans though. It was actually his intention all along to let Alfred get rid of his rivals to weed out the weak. Smart!

The furnace explodes or whatever, and Spidey gets everyone out of the burning mansion (but not before showcasing his perfect butt).

Elsewhere...

Damn, I liked that creepy little bald guy, I'll miss him.

The Vulture gets angry and starts pummeling Alfred, but then Spidey arrives, they fight, the Vulture flees, Alfred asks the cops to take him in to get protected from the Vulture.

Spidey and Vulture crash in Grand Central Station, it makes for a nice environment! Loving this. Eventually, the Vulture crashes in a glass window.

Peter... doesn't feel so good.

What a great set of issues. What a solid ending. Loved the art.

And now it's time for the King-Size Annual! I'm hoping for more of Peter's life, but somehow, I doubt it.

Sure!

Our story starts as Spidey and Rapier fight together against some low-level goons, before Rapier takes off. Alright, I'm up for a... team up.

They're staying mostly consistent with his apartment, that's nice! And while I appreciate our pretty hero, these pajamas look a bit weird. Also, it feels weird to see May!

The next day, Peter and Ned go to the docks to do some investigating.

Oh Ned, that outfit... *sigh*

The goons steal Peter's press card, and our heroes leave the area. However, when Peter goes to the Bugle (I have no idea why he would go to the Bugle but not matter) and is about to become gay for pay.

Oh, his "bulge ain't a billfold?" Huh-huh.

Just as I predicted previously, Silvermane's back, right in Jonah's office! He's unhappy about Jonah's inquiries about the mob, and the same goes for Peter's photographies. Silvermane himself gives the card back to Peter, nicely threatening him and taking his camera. Peter quickly gets an advance from Jonah though.

Hahaha.

They have a fight, and Spidey tells off Silvermane.

Silvermane's not amused.

We get a scene at the Rapier's home, where he says he must kill Silvermane and his girlfriend pleads for him to stop his vigilante activites. Standard stuff.

More importantly, Peter Parker is a slut (good for him).

So Jonah's idea is to make people so angry they rile up and the authorities are forced to act. Alright, not bad!

Glory informs Peter that Jonah's behavior is due to Robbie being recently attacked and sent to the hospital. Makes sense.

At a church turned into a museum or something, Silvermane has an appointment with Rapier. This is a great excuse to show great art.

Oh they're sooooo exes. They fucked, they absolutely fucked!

I'm afraid, because now that we got this character's backstory (they were partners, Silvermane left him for dead, Rapier's future girlfriend saved him, there you go) and now he can very well die. Silvermane is going to be alright, he's a villain, they always come back, but Rapier is (kind of) a nice guy now, and that's why I'm scared for him.

Spider-Man arrives right on time to stop Rapier from killing Silvermane, and Rapier's so angry he challenges Spidey to a sword fight. Hell yeah!

TOO MUCH TEXT CALM DOWN STAN LEE

Spider-Man gets rid of Rapier's sword, but then--Clarissa, Rapier's girlfriend, throws it at Spidey to make him confused! Nononono she's gonna die is she? Oh, I know she's gonna die. Come oooooooon.

Rapier feels betrayed by Clarissa's intervention, and decides to start ALL OF THIS ALL OVER AGAAAAAIN because he has PRINCIPLES. JESUS. OKAY.

So what must happen... happens.

Ugh. Alright, that's not a bad ending.

Except he's not dead! He flees the scene. Hm.

Ok, not sure I'm a fan of this Rapier guy. Feels too much like Punisher, but a bit more quirky. Maybe if he gets some development... Who knows!

We'll have to talk about this one commenter at some point because they have... opinions. They are very opiniated. And we're reading issues almost synchronized? This is funny. Dramaaaaaa. Lengthy comments every issue! Fascinating.

Next time: A lot of ASM! Like, a lot! We'll see how that goes.

#peter parker #spider-man #peter parker thirst #comics #comic books #silvermane #the vulture

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xpeachesncream · 2 years

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holidays with you | bands drabble (jjk)

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yours (ft. the bands!couple) | drabble six: you meet jungkook’s immediate family during their christmas celebration.

word count: 6.6k (dunno if this counts as a drabble anymore lol)

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, oc and kai meet the fambam, flashback scene in the beginning, kai bestest boi, some worries and anxiety about meeting the family, kook also has his own worries, lots of wholesome moments, brief mention of porn lol, this is meant to be a pretty soft and tender drabble but there is a quick unprotected sex scene at the end - nothing too intense though, some grinding, hitting it from the back, neck kisses, slight choking

note: merry christmas and happy new year, everyone! decided to whip this up in time for christmas as well. yes yes, this was inspired by jungkook's cute little outfit in the butter holiday remix dance practice. i hope you all enjoy your time with your loved ones, and that your holidays are full of love. please stay safe and take care of yourselves. sending you all love and hugs ♥️ (lowkey drabble can be found here, icymi)

"Baby! Are you ready? We gotta go!" Jungkook tightens the Rolex around his wrist and adjusts his bunny ear headbands, giving himself one last look in the hallway mirror. The entire outfit you [and him] had planned for spending Christmas with his family fully went out the window when Kai came home with matching Christmas sweaters and accessories.

>> FLASHBACK

"I'm home!" Kai walks into the apartment, full, brown paper bags in both hands. "Sorry, we got caught up in the middle of shopping. Beomgyu wanted to stop by the arcade and.. yeah."

"Did you at least get what you needed?" You chuckled, looking up at him as you laid your head on Jungkook's lap.

"Yeah, yeah! I wanted to show you two something." Kai puts the bags down before scratching his head. "Actually, wait. Don't look. Let me put some of this in the room first before I accidentally pull out one of your gifts."

"You didn't have to buy us gifts." Jungkook smiled, letting out a small laugh at him rushing into his room with some of the bags. "He didn't have to buy us gifts, that's our job."

"Ah, he wouldn't listen." You smiled, continuing to watch The Best Man Holiday on the TV screen. It takes a couple of minutes before Kai is coming out of his room, holding sweaters, headbands and other accessories.

"Look!" Kai laughs and holds up the sweaters. "I can always go back and return it, but I thought it'd be cool if we matched when we go to hyung's family party." He shrugs and holds out the sweaters.

"You bought these?" You stand from your position, laying out the christmas sweaters and accessories your brother bought. The sweaters were thick, all similar in pattern but in different colors.

"I got this one for hyung. This one is yours." Kai points at the red, white and green colored sweater for you, the grey and green sweater for Jungkook, the navy, red and white being his own. "Soobin was grabbing these headbands and said his family tries to dress up and get festive every year, so I figured we could try and do that too."

"These are great, Kai. I'm down for this. Seriously, thank you." Jungkook holds up the sweater against his body and nods.

"Yeah, thank you bubba. Let's do it." You smile at Kai, full of appreciation for your little brother.

>> END FLASHBACK

"I'm sorry. I'm ready, I'm ready!" You finish locking in your earrings as you walk out of the room. Kai finishes up his game on the switch, tucking it away and grabbing his duffle bag on the floor. "Wow, you both look good." You eye Jungkook and Kai in their sweaters and headbands; Jungkook looking good as ever with his short, black hair and piercings, and Kai looking more mature with his now platinum blonde hair that Jungkook helped him get done.

"So do you." Jungkook smiles, hands dug deep into his black pants. "Let's get going?" He grabs your bag from you and grabs his keys before leading the way out of the apartment. Kai is the last to walk out, shutting the door and making sure it's locked properly. He seems to be excited to meet Jungkook's family, which makes your heart full. You were excited too, but a big part of you was still nervous they would be skeptical about you. Your past was your past, but it was always there to haunt you one way or another.

"You okay, sis?" Kai comes next to you, throwing his arm over your shoulder and giving it a good, reassuring squeeze.

"Yeah, just nervous of course."

"Why? You shouldn't be. They'll love you."

"Uh huh, more like they'll love you." You throw your arm around his waist and give him a small, toothless smile. Jungkook throws your bags and the gifts into the trunk while the two of you get situated in the car, getting ready for this 2 hour drive up to his parents' house. Truth be told, he too, was pretty nervous. It wasn't a secret that he didn't always get along with his family, didn't really like spending time with them because of their conflicting opinions. But, he wanted to do this because a part of making himself better included being better towards his family. Plus, he wanted to introduce his own family to them— wanted to show that he could be a family man, that trouble didn't always follow him.

That he could take good care of his people.

That someone could love him the way he was, flaws and all.

That you and Kai were the better parts of him and that he owed so much of his growth to the both of you.

He had his reasons, his own life put together. He was ready to show it all.

On the way over, Kai manages to fall asleep for a bit while listening to his music and Jungkook has his hand pressed firmly against your thigh while you look out the window. You had never been to this part of town, and Jungkook thought you were the cutest thing taking in all of the sights even in the nighttime. Jungkook's family celebrated on Christmas Eve, opening presents at Christmas as their family tradition. The three of you would spend the night, leaving tomorrow so that the three of you could spend your own time together for the rest of the holiday.

"You okay, sweetheart?" You turn to look at him and give him a soft smile.

"Yeah, you?"

"Of course. You're just so quiet." He chuckles.

"I'm just taking the views in, that's all." You squeeze his hand. "You sure you're okay?" He does a little head tilt before biting onto his bottom lip.

"I will be with you and Kai here, yeah."

"Babe, everything will be okay. They'll be happy to see you and spend time with you."

"Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?" You chuckle.

"Either way, it'll be a good time."

"Thanks babygirl." He responds softly, continuing to drive in silence for the rest of the way over.

When you finally get to his parents' house, your eyes fill with awe at the beautiful sight in front of you. The house wasn't a huge, multi-million dollar mansion, but it was a big family-sized house. The exterior was painted in cream with black and wood accents. The front window was clear of blinds, the big, fully decorated christmas tree in full view. There were no other christmas decorations out front, but you could see within the home and how beautifully decorated it was from the window. Jungkook pulls up to the driveway, parking next to what you assume could be his parents' car or his brother's car.

"It's a beautiful home, Kook." He smiles.

"Yeah, it is." He turns behind him to gently shake Kai awake by the knee. "We're here, Kai."

"Oh jeez, I fell asleep for that long?" Kai stretches and unbuckles his seatbelt.

"It was quite the drive, don't worry." Jungkook steps out to grab your bags from the back, you and Kai following to grab the gifts and the food. You both quietly follow him to the door, watching him unlock it with his keys and step in. The house smells like a mix of cinnamon, gingerbread and yummy home-cooked meals, which is comforting to both you and Kai.

You once experienced Christmas like this, but it hadn't been for a very, very long time.

"Mom? Dad?" He calls out as he sets your bags aside, all three of you stepping out of your shoes. The first person to greet him is none other than his brother though, the resemblance between the two pretty obvious.

"What's up, little brother? Look at how cute you look. With the new piercings too? Mom's gonna have a ball." His brother laughs, bringing him in for a hug. You watch them greet each other, a small smile creeping up on your face. This probably wouldn't be so bad, after all.

"Sup." He doesn't really refer to his older brother as 'hyung,' or anything formal of that matter. He respected his brother, don't get him wrong. But he never really had the chance to build that relationship with him where he felt comfortable enough to be himself around him. Part of Jungkook did look up to Jong-yul, especially the good parts of him as he was growing up. He wished he could be that child that everyone didn't really have problems with, the child that everyone adored. But, Jong-yul was that star child. Part of him was envious, part of him kept rebelling because of this. Jungkook was hoping he could get there and be on that level with his brother, though. He didn't think it was too late.

"Gonna introduce me to the handsome kid and pretty lady?" He looks at you and Kai while the both of you stand awkwardly behind Jungkook.

"This is my girlfriend, Y/N, and her little brother Kai." Jungkook turns to you. "Kai, Y/N, my older brother Jong-yul."

"Nice to meet you." He smiles and shakes both of your hands. "Heard lots about you." He winks, making Jungkook let out a small breath before clearing this throat. He really hopes nothing from your past and all of the shit that had happened before becomes a big topic at the dinner table. He wanted you to feel comfortable here, not unsafe.

"Where's mom and dad?"

"In the kitchen, cooking the rest of the midnight meal." Jong-yul turns to you and Kai, nodding towards the entry way of the living room and kitchen. "Come! Get comfortable." He takes the bag of gifts from you while leading the way next to Kook.

"Jungkook! Oh, I'm so happy you guys made it! You all look so, so adorable— Ou, gosh, those piercings— I still need to get used to it." His mom yells out, a bit distracted from the cooking going on. She stands in the kitchen with his father, another woman and a small child. You're quick to find out it's Jong-yul's wife and kid helping out, another small smile creeping up at the corner of your lips when you realize how sweet and happy they look together.

"Hey mom, hey dad." Jungkook walks around the island to give them both a hug. "Deiji." He makes his way over to Jong-yul's wife to hug her before ruffling the boy's hair. "What's up little man?" Jungkook has always sent them presents, has always made sure to never forget to send little Han-jae birthday presents, Christmas presents. But, it would never make up for the fact that Jungkook was barely around him. The boy hugs him even though he seems a little shy about it at first, but he does it. You and Kai stand off to the side, watching the entire thing go down.

At least he's trying.

"Y/N, Kai?" His mom comes around the corner with the biggest, warmest smile on her face while she wipes her hand on the apron sitting around her waist. "It's nice to finally meet you two, Jungkook has told me a lot about you both. Come, get comfortable. Dinner will be ready shortly." You and Kai greet her and accept her hug before greeting the rest of Jungkook's family members present.

"Baby, go sit. They'll be good." Jungkook walks you two over to the dining table. "I'm gonna bring our stuff to the guest room. Kai, you can have my old room upstairs, okay?"

"Sounds good, thank you." Kai responds, fiddling with the end of his sweater while he watches Jungkook's mom fix the utensils on the dining table. "I-Is there anything we can help you with?" Kai asks shyly as he stands by his chair.

"No, it's okay Kai, really." His mom responds. "We're pretty much done."

"We can help you bring out some of the food." You insist, making her nod silently with a toothless smile.

"That sounds good."

Sooner or later, Jungkook comes back from setting your things aside, watching you and Kai set the last bits of the food on the table. He smiles to himself, settling down next to you once you and Kai have finished helping his family get everything together. You're not gonna lie, it's a bit awkward at first, and you're actually terrified someone will bring up a piece of your past, a piece of Kai's past. You've been on the edge of your seat majority of the time, but luckily, no one brought anything up. You weren't sure if you should be surprised, though. They must know who you were, right? Did Jungkook prep them ahead of time? Did he warn them not to say anything and to leave all that shit behind?

Cause that's definitely Jungkook-like.

You'll probably ask later. Maybe.

Or, you can just give them the benefit of the doubt.

But dinner was absolutely.. pleasant, in simpler terms. Jungkook's parents took a liking to you so quick, it was kind of easy to feel at home the more the conversation progressed. A lot of it was focused on Jungkook and Jong-yul growing up together, Jungkook as a child and teenager [all good things, moreso with a sprinkle of his rebellion days], with a little touch of teasing him about his new piercings. Jungkook rolls his eyes a few times, but the topic doesn't linger for much longer. They touch up a little on your work at the company, then on Kai and his current thoughts as a freshman in college. You can see the family looking at Kai in pure adoration and all that good good; you don't blame them. That kid meant everything to you, and you were proud of who he was becoming. Then, the conversation switches over to Jong-yul, Deiji and Han-jae. They talk about how little Han-jae has been wanting to play with the soccer team at school and how he's gotten straight A's on his last report card. You quickly glance at Jungkook and he smiles, but you can tell he's also afraid of his family bringing up any of the dumb shit he's done. Probably rub it in his face a few times that his brother was successful with a happy wife and kid. You know, the things they expected him to be settled with by this time. If not that, at least, very close to it.

They don't, though. The most they do is tease him [and you] for being next, and he does nothing besides blush and shake his head. The rosy tint colors his cheeks while he smiles and says—

"Yeah well, dinner was great, thanks for making it." He looks at his mom and Deiji to signal the end of that teasing segment. "Looks like Han-jae is ready to open some presents." Jungkook pulls a cute little surprised face to make Han-jae giggle and nod in agreement.

"Alright, alright. You're right, it's getting close to dessert and presents." His mom says, giving everyone the green light to start cleaning up. You, Kai, Jungkook and his family work together in clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. When you head out to the table to help gather the tablecloth and the rest of the used linen napkins, Jungkook's mom appears from the corner and starts gathering the rest sitting on the other end.

"Y/N, thank you for helping. You really didn't have to. Both you and Kai."

"Oh, it's not a big deal, don't worry." You smile at her.

"And thank you."

"For?"

"For being good to him." She nods over at Jungkook. "He hasn't always been the easiest to handle, but when you came around, he's been different. He's put in a lot of work on himself. I can tell you mean so much to him. I honestly never thought I'd be able to say that, let alone see him like this." She shrugs as she's just being honest. She wasn't sure if Jungkook would ever settle. It scared her. It scared her that maybe, he'd always have this part of him that would never see a woman's worth. It scared her that maybe, somewhere along the road, she failed him and this is where things went wrong. You— you became the biggest blessing in disguise. Not only for helping Jungkook grow out of all that shit, but for you being you, and for loving him as him. You've come to learn how to love him without forcing him to change. You've learned to work with what he came with, as he did with you. You were patient, you were kind.

You were forgiving.

"He did that on his own." You respond, giving your man the credit.

"Still, thank you." She gently squeezes your arm. "I want you to know that everything that's happened to you and Kai doesn't matter to us. And I want you both to feel safe here. I know Jungkook does a lot to keep the both of you comfortable and all, but I want you to know that you have us, too."

"Thank you." You give her a tiny, toothless smile. "Really. I appreciate it."

"Of course." She pulls you into a tight hug, one that makes you feel completely at home. It was like this moment alone was enough to let go of all the fears, all the anxiety, all the worries you had. None of it mattered. When the both of you pull away, she looks at the clean dining table and lets out a tiny breath. "I'll just wipe this down, but I've got it from here, okay? Go and get comfortable." She gives you a reassuring smile. You do nothing but nod, walking off into the kitchen to see if there was anything else that needed to be done, but everything had been finished at this point. Jungkook then shows Kai to his room before bringing you to the guest room to get changed into your comfy pajamas.

"Shit, I'm stuffed." Jungkook stretches before lazily laying flatly on the bed.

"Yeah, the food was amazing." You stand at the end of the bed, watching as Jungkook stretches once more before coming up to hug you and pull you in between his legs.

"I'm really happy you and Kai are here with me."

"Thanks for bringing us along." You boop his nose before leaving a soft kiss on the tip of it.

"So, what were you and my mom talking about?" You chuckle.

"She was just thanking me and Kai for the help."

"Annnnnd?"

"What do you mean 'and?'"

"I know there's more to it." He chuckles. "Don't try and hide from me, sweetheart." He quickly tickles you, but tightens his grip around your waist so you can't escape.

"Okay! Fuck!" You pinch at his bicep, making him wince [with a little 'ow!'] and loosen his grip on you. "She just thanked me for being good to you and for helping you grow out of your old ways. But I told her that was all you."

"You're cute." He smiles and leans up for a kiss. "God, you're cute. She is right, though." He repeats. "Ready for the rest of the night?"

"Yeah, I'm excited for those desserts. Hopefully your parents, Jong-yul, Deiji and Han-jae like their presents."

"Ah, they'll be good. It's hard to shop for them. They all have everything they need. At this point, what else can they complain about?" He snickers.

"Still, I want it to be something they can always cherish."

"They'll love what we got them, don't worry." He kisses you on the lips. "I'll make sure to let them know I took the lead on this operation though."

"Wow? So much for teamwork and joint effort."

"Kidding babygirl." He gently caresses your sides. "You know you're my lady. You go wherever I go. You get the credit whenever I get the credit. I'm not doing life without you." He leans in for another kiss, this time, a little deeper. His large, warm hands run up the insides of your sweater, giving your sides a good squeeze. He licks your bottom lip before sucking on it and pulling back, a smirk growing on his face. "Wanna get a quickie in?"

"Your entire immediate family is here, Jeon Jungkook. Including a child." He sucks his teeth and pouts.

"It'll be quick."

"No, besides. It can get loud." You part from your place in between his legs and start undressing to switch into your pajamas.

"You're already doing the work to get out of those clothes." He leans back and bites his bottom lip. "Come ride me and say my name."

"Jungkook." You call for him sternly.

"Not exactly what I meant but listen. Baby, I can be quiet. You're the one who gets loud and starts screaming my name here."

"I do not!"

"Oh, so you're saying I'm lying?"

"No—"

"Yeah I thought so, sweetheart. Hop on." He laughs after continuing to tease you.

"No." You say shyly. Is he serious right now? "Why don't you show me your room?"

"Boring." He jokes, making you pinch his chest. "Sheesh, okay. I'm kidding, I promise!" He chuckles. "Come, I'll show you where all the magic happened."

"You're annoying." The both of you laugh as you finish getting into your pajamas before heading upstairs. When you get to his room, Kai is already in his jacket, white tee, flannel pants and slippers, hanging out on Jungkook's old bed. The room was kept the way it was before Jungkook moved out for his trainee days, lots of posters of familiar bands and artists hanging around the walls, followed by his pictures with friends and family. His trophies from when he used to play sports as a child hung on a shelf, along with his medals.

"This— This is where I kept my porn magazines." He taps his drawer while Kai laughs out loud. "What?" Jungkook catches the look you give him. "I was a boy with needs."

"You still are."

"Yeah, sure." He shrugs, making Kai laugh even more. "Highly recommend stashing it with your boxers and socks, no one really looks for it there since they don't wanna go through your underwear."

"Noted."

"Kai."

"Sis, he's just stating the facts. Tell me— when you used to do the laundry and put it away, did you feel weird going through my drawer?"

"Yes, but that's not the point."

"See. That is the point." Jungkook chimes in.

"Always double-teaming me." Jungkook smiles and presses a kiss on your cheek.

"All out of love." He adds. "I'm just playing, though. I never really hid anything here." He points to the bedside nightstand. "It was in better reach over there."

"Okay, I'm done." You let out a laugh and begin to head back downstairs to the guest room, with Kai and Jungkook's laughter echoing in the back.

As midnight rolls around, you feel yourself getting incredibly tired and sleepy, but you gain a bit more energy when you spot Han-jae running around the tree to pick out his gifts. Jungkook settles on the floor, pulling you in between his legs to hug you and keep you close, while Kai settles next to him. You and Kai weren't expecting much— to be honest, seeing Jungkook and his family enjoy Christmas together was more than enough for the both of you. It filled the void you both had been feeling since your mom passed.

"Kai, Y/N— Merry Christmas." Jungkook's mom and dad placed presents in front of you two, making you both look at each other in surprise.

"Oh, no. You didn't have to, we can't take this." Kai says.

"Nonsense. It's a family tradition." Kai looks at you and Jungkook for some reassurance, the both of you nodding in response.

"Thank you." You both say. You wait a bit until Han-jae has opened his presents, the rest of you following behind. Jungkook's parents glow when they open the presents from the three of you— one being a set of expensive, fine golf clubs for his dad, the other being an extravagant LV bag that Kook swears his mom had been raving about [yet, you chose the color cause he couldn't decide]. Jong-yul, Deiji and Han-jae had given you and Kai beautiful sets of clothing that you appreciated— somehow, with this being the first time you all physically met, they had the right taste and knew exactly what you two would like. Han-jae, of course, had loads and loads of toys, his favorite being the mini mechanical car you all had chosen for him. When it came to you opening your presents from his parents, you felt your eyes well up with tears.

"This is beautiful." You look at his parents, holding up the necklace in your hands. It was a gold necklace with a heart-shaped jade in the middle, a diamond butterfly resting on the top. "Thank you." His parents look at you with the softest smiles you have ever seen. The gesture was everything to you, being that you knew the jade properties very well. Your own mother used to gift you and Kai jade jewelry, always telling you both that she always looked after you first and foremost, and always wanted to do everything in her power to protect you. That no matter what, she would be there to protect you.

"Need help putting that on, baby?" Jungkook whispers behind you, brushing the hair away from your neck. "It'll look so beautiful on you." You let Jungkook take the necklace and wrap it around your neck, securing it from the back to let it hang prettily.

"Thank you."

"Of course." He presses a kiss to your temple before wrapping his arms around you, your hands resting on them to keep him close. The rest of the night was comforting, soothing— you engaging in more conversation with Jungkook's family while Kai kept Han-jae busy, playing around with him and his toys. And Jungkook couldn't have asked for a better outcome for tonight. He had been on edge himself, thinking his family would have laid out the petty, sassy comments like they have before— calling him out on all the things he's done wrong. It never failed, and he had been mentally preparing for all of that to go down. Maybe, the space he had given himself from his family worked well, maybe him being distant helped patch those wounds so that he wouldn't hold grudges against his family and vice versa. But after tonight, he's realizing how much he does appreciate having his family around, especially one that really just cared for him and loved him despite how he took it over the years. He will always be reminded of how lucky he is when he looks at you and Kai, because truth be told, he is very lucky. He always has been. And he has started to understand and appreciate his blessings, no matter how they have been disguised as he was growing up.

Once everyone calls it for the night, Jungkook slips into bed with you, pulling you close in the dark. It's silent [a comfortable silence] for a minute before he slightly turns to you and caresses your chin.

"Babygirl?"

"Yeah?" You respond with your eyes closed, the exhaustion hitting you quick.

"Thank you for making this the best Christmas." He says softly.

"I didn't do anything, I just exist." He chuckles and places a light peck against your lips before continuing to caress your chin with his thumb.

"And that's why, cause you exist. You and Kai. I mean it."

"I love you, Jungkook."

"I love you, too." He whispers as he gets closer. "C'mere, wanna kiss you pretty lady." You sleepily smile, locking your lips with Jungkook's. The both of you lay there silently, taking each other in with no other expectations for the rest of the night. He holds you close, his warmth soothing underneath the sheets. His tongue slowly dances around with yours, hand laced within the strands of your hair. "Hope you know you're the best part of me." He whispers in between kisses.

"Give yourself some credit." You giggle, but he shakes his head.

"Seriously. I probably sound like a broken record because I don't know how else to put it, but you and Kai are incredibly special to me. I wouldn't be who I am without you two. Never gonna let anything happen to you both." He brushes the hair out of your face as you look at him, reading the genuine sincerity behind his expression.

"Well, we can say the same." You peck him on the lips. "Thank you Kook, for everything." He continues to kiss you, the soft, sweet, kissing sounds filling the room. He lets out a soft moan into the kiss, giving you one last peck before pulling away.

"Let's sleep." He says before cuddling close to you.

The next day, the family gets up pretty early to have breakfast together before going on a walk around the neighborhood. It's an enjoyable morning, nothing short of perfect especially with the beautiful, sunny, cold, winter weather. When everyone gets back to the house, you, Jungkook and Kai begin getting your things together so that you all could head back home to spend the rest of Christmas in the comfort of your apartment.

"Mom, we're gonna head out." Jungkook says, setting your bags down by the door.

"I wish you guys stayed a little longer."

"Mm, don't worry. We'll come back around. Just thought I'd celebrate with my little family for a bit, too." He nods towards you and Kai.

"As long as you aren't doing it alone." She gives him a look before giving him a tiny kiss on the cheek before pulling him into a hug.

"Moooom." He whines, embarrassed at the affection. You chuckle and shake your head, heading over to Jungkook's father with Kai to greet him goodbye. He pulls you and Kai into a tight hug, handing you a bag of prepared food for the apartment.

"Take care, okay? You let us both know if you need anything." He says, gently squeezing your arm and Kai's shoulder.

"Yeah, seriously. Hit me up if you need anything, especially if that guy becomes problematic. I'll be happy to beat him up for you."

"Shut up, you wouldn't be able to do anything." Jungkook fires back.

"Right, so where did this come from?" Jong-yul touches the scar on his cheek, making Jungkook slap his hand out of the way.

"Boys, don't even start." His mother chimes in, making Jungkook roll his eyes at his older brother. You and Kai give Jong-yul, Deiji and Han-jae their hugs before parting ways and getting the car ready for the trip back home. You all bid one last farewell to the family, the stay being short but everything you all needed.

"Hyung?"

"Mhm?" Jungkook glances at Kai through the rearview mirror.

"I really enjoyed being there and I really like your family. Thanks for bringing us along."

"Glad you enjoyed it."

"You don't see them much, do you?"

"Nah not really. I didn't always have the best relationship with them, but I'm trying." Kai nods and continues to look out the window.

"You know, your mom reminds me of our mom." In which, you absolutely agree. She had a very warm aura to her, and there were things that spoke to you that reminded you a lot about your own mother. The way she was comforting, accepting and loving— she moved in ways that were similar to your own.

"Yeah?"

"Yup. It's nice." Kai doesn't say anything else and continues to listen to his music as the drive continues on. Jungkook looks at you, giving you a small smile with a gentle squeeze on the thigh, thumb caressing the exterior of your leggings. You drift off to sleep a little bit into the drive, only waking up once you've finally gotten back to the apartment.

"Baby, I'm sorry to wake you, but we're home. Need me to get you upstairs?" You chuckle and stretch.

"I'm good, thanks babe." He gives you a kiss on the forehead before helping Kai grab the things in the back. You follow behind, immediately getting back into your pajamas once you've gotten into the apartment. Kai suggests getting a couple of Christmas movies in while baking some cookies [since he had been craving cookies and milk] and the both of you agree. Kai plops on the floor beneath you while you lay sideways, ready to plop your head on Jungkook's lap when he gets there. Before Jungkook gets comfortable though, he hands over two huge boxes to you and Kai.

"Jungkook? What the hell is this?" You looked up at him, confused. You and Kai had exchanged gifts with him last night; Jungkook gifting you a beautiful anklet with your initials on it and Kai getting computer parts to build his own gaming PC. You and Kai had given Jungkook some clothing, which he had really liked, claiming that the both of you were the only two who truly understood his taste. You had also given him a more meaningful gift, putting together a photo book of your photos together, with different captions that explained why you loved him or how the picture had made you feel.

"Forgot to mention I still had one more part to your presents."

"Why— Jungkook, stop playing!" He laughs.

"Open it."

"You already bought us so many things."

"Hm." He hums. "And I can still continue to get you more things. Come on." He almost whines. The both of you unwrap the boxes, one revealing the Air Jordan 2021 Cool Greys for Kai [which he had been raving about], and the LV crossbody bag you had been eyeing when you had visited the shop with Kook to purchase his mom's gift.

"Holy shit! Hyung! Oh my god!" Kai loses it, jumping up from his seat to get a better look at his shoes. "How do you always do it?! How do you find these things? They're sold out everywhere!"

"I have my ways, my guy." Kai throws his arms around him and hugs him tightly.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you." He repeats. "I'll take good care of these babies. God, they're so pretty." He says, taking the shoe box into his hands and bringing it into his room. You can hear him dialing Yeonjun to brag about the shoes as he walks in, screaming about how excited he is to wear it out next time they hang out. “Yeonjun! Dude, you won’t guess what Jungkook hyung got me!”

"You okay babygirl?"

"Why— how? This bag—"

"Baby, I saw you eyeing it and making your rounds around the store just to look at it over and over again." You chuckled, standing up to throw your arms around him and kiss him on the lips.

"Thank you, Kook."

"You're welcome." He kisses back, rubbing your sides. "But uh, you didn't open the bag and check the pocket.

"What's in there?"

"Go check it." You pick up the bag and check the inside pocket, pulling out keys to a.. Porsche?

"Jungkook? What the fuck, Jungkook!" He laughs and softly shushes you.

"Look, I know you hate these big, extravagant things but I can’t help but wanna give you the world, sweetheart. And you know I wanna spend the rest of my life with you, no materialistic thing can ever show you that and prove that to you. I know we talked about this, and you and I both know where we wanna be when we want that next step to happen. But, until then, take this as my promise to you." He cups your cheeks. "I'm gonna be here, doing this with you and Kai. I'm not going anywhere. You have me. I promise you that. Okay? I’m gonna give you both the world until the very end." You nod, tears slowly streaming down your cheeks. "I love you, Y/N. And I can't wait to make you my wife one day."

"Stop it." You pout, making him chuckle.

"Too much?"

"Yeah." You playfully whine and hug him tightly before looking out the window for Jungkook to point out your new 2022 Porsche 911 parked outside.

"Cute. Can I have one too?" Kai smiles. "I’m kidding. Thank you, hyung. For taking care of my sister and for all of this." He chimes in.

"Come here." You say, allowing your boys to swallow you in a group hug. The movie marathon continues for quite some time— from Elf, to the Grinch, to Klaus— until the three of you decide it's time to end it a little past 11:00PM. Kai sleepily walks himself into his room, greeting you both a goodnight before shutting his door. Jungkook takes your hand and leads you to the bed, kissing you everywhere and anywhere he can from his angle.

"Tired?" He asks, you responding with a nod.

"Yeah it's been a long day somehow." You chuckle, still in awe of everything that just happened.

"Let's get cozy then."

"Already one step ahead of you, sir." You slip yourself into your side of the bed, Jungkook following shortly after, shirtless and in his boxer briefs. You become the little spoon with Kook tightly wrapping his arms around you, lips immediately attaching to your neck and jaw. You giggle, feeling him hardening behind you as he slowly grinds into your ass. "Babe, are you not tired?"

"I mean I am, but I could also use a little bit of you." He gently nibbles on your earlobe. "Don't have to go all the way, could think of other things we could do."

"Yeah?" You tilt your head to give Kook more surface area to work with as he licks and swipes across your neck, hand dipping into your panties. He begins to rub at your clit, dipping his finger in between your folds to feel how wet you are.

"Mhm. Just wanna take care of you."

"You always do." A small moan escapes your lips, hand reaching to the nape of his neck to keep him close while he continues to rub away at your nub.

"Spread your legs for me a bit, sweetheart." He uses his fingers to pry your legs open just a tad before slipping his rock hard cock out of his boxers. You feel him pump himself a few times before he slips it in between your legs, hand pressing against your abdomen to signal that he wants you to grind on his cock. You follow along, wetness helping you glide along his length, feeling every bit of him in between your pussy lips. "Yeah fuck, that's it." He lets out a low groan. "Mmm, you're so wet."

"It feels so good." You let out breathily, already feeling the pleasure surging through your veins. It's almost embarrassing how quick grinding on his cock could make you cum, but feeling him this way was indescribable— you felt every curve, every vein, every inch.

"You feel so good. Keep grinding on me like that, baby— shit."

"Kook— oh fuck— you're gonna make me cum so quick."

"Like how I feel against you? Feels perfect, doesn't it?" He licks another stripe down your neck. You pick up your pace, feeling yourself tipping over the edge with the rocking motion of your hips.

Back and forth.

Feeling his tip slide in between your pussy lips and rub up against your clit drives you insane, it becomes the one thing that pushes you over the edge— causing you to stop your motions as your body trembles against his. Every touch triggers a twitch with the sensitivity you are feeling, but that doesn't stop Jungkook, no. He actually uses this as leverage to grab his cock and stick his thickness right inside of you, thrusting hard and deep like it was the end of the world.

"I can't, Kook— I can't." You whimper, your mouth slacked open for the soundless moans trying to escape.

"Gonna fill you up real good, sweetheart. You're so fucking perfect for me." He wraps a hand around your neck, continuing to pound into you relentlessly until he coats your walls, shooting white ribbons inside of you until he has nothing of himself left. He moans against your ear, body locking against yours as he milks every last drop before pulling himself out.

"What happened to 'we don't have to go all the way?'"

"You should know me by now." He chuckles, kissing your cheek and brushing your hair out of your face. "I love you, baby. Merry Christmas."

"I love you, too."

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