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thevirtualvalentine · 8 months

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TAPE ONE : PIZZA DELIVERY !

Starring… PORTGAS D. ACE 📸

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“Hi hi hi!!! For the follower request event, can i get a pizza delivery Ace? Sweet boy, kinda clueless, and a sweet reader as well? 🥹❤️”

MATURE WARNING(S) : unprotected penetrative sex, cheesy porno dialogue, cunnilings (you sit on his face), slight breeding kink if you squint, afab/fem reader, Ace thinks you’re really pretty, thick!dick ace (canon), switchy!ace, & he calls you “sweetheart/pretty girl.”

DIRECTORS CUT : for my love @kingofthe-egirls !!! I loved this prompt so much and have been itching to complete it since I saw it. Thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy. 🖤

A Friday night with nothing to do, a product of boredom. You didn’t feel like doing anything tonight, especially cooking. Sitting in your apartment in shorts too tiny for your ass and a tight tank top, waiting for your pizza delivery.

Getting your usual favorite combo from the local shop guarantees a good comfort meal with some quiet TV before you head to bed. The couch offers you adequate back support after a long week at your desk, sighing and falling into the cushions while ads play in the background as ambiant noise.

Time slips you before there’s a series of knocks at your door, playing a rhythm as you’re pulled from your trance. “Yo, Delivery.”

Checking the peep hole before unlocking the door you’re faced with the cutest delivery boy. He’s in shitty combat boots and cargo shorts matched with a half buttoned uniform shirt. His long wavy black hair kept under a hat as he reads the receipt, “a large pizza for y/n?” You open the door wider as you step into frame. “Ohhh, for miss pretty y/n,” he corrects himself, tipping his hat at you with a smile.

Giggling slightly you cover your mouth, “yeah, y/n. Thank you so much, let me get my wallet.” You wish you could invite such a cutie inside but you know it’s against better judgement. Turning around you make your way through the apartment looking for your wallet.

Ace, the delivery boy, grins watching your dainty ass sway as you saunter back inside. Tiny shorts riding up between your cheeks as you bend over the counter, but he’s just the delivery boy. A distressed look crosses your face before you walk back to the doorway where he’s leaning. One arm holding your pizza and another flexing as he rests his weight into it.

“Everythin’ ok?” A pretty girl like you should never have such a perturbed look spread across your face like that.

You lean forward, studying his name tag. “I’m sorry Ace, I can’t seem to find my wallet. I must’ve left it at work.” Feeling like an idiot you’re barely able to look at him. The guilt of making him come all the way from across town to deliver your order setting in.

“I can help ya find it,” he offers, ignoring the fact he’s on the clock. It’s not the first time something like this has happened at work, just not to someone so enticing.

“No no,” biting your lip as you try to think of a solution that’ll remedy the situation. You look at him, worried to find an annoyed expression on his face but you heat up finding such a soft handsome gaze thrown your way. A complete stranger so bothered by your troubles. “How bout I pay you back? Whaddya say?”

Confused, he tilts his head; was that not the problem in the first place? “How,” he asks curiously.

Looking into the hallway, you check down both ends before tugging him inside by the collar. “Like this.” Leaning on your tip toes not letting go of his shirt you kiss him softly, taking over his senses with your soft plush lips against his. Ace drops the pizza and doesn’t even bother to catch it as it clatters to the floor. “That ok with you?” Your eyes looking at his lips and then back to the rest of his face.

He’s lit up bright red as he nods dumbly, “more than ok.”

You push him back against your front door chasing his lips once more. He tastes like cinnamon gum as you swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, eager for entry into his mouth. He grants it to you unquestionably, equally craving the feel of your heated tongue sliding against his. Muffled groans escaping him as your hands caress his warm exposed skin beneath his shirt.

“You’re s’good at this,” he says in between each wet smack of your mouthes. His hands wrapping and groping along your waist and backside, kneading the plump flesh like playdough. The cutest part is he’s much taller than you, bending down so you can kiss him how you want.

“You think so? I can get better.” One of your hands leaves his chest, trailing down his toned body as you palm his hardening cock in your hand. “Oh, and you’re so big Ace. Almost like you’re paying me with all this.” Heavy breaths leaving him as you cup his dick tenderly and give such feverish love to his neck all at once. It has him rutting into your hand trying to satiate that itch that’s been bothering him ever since he saw you in the doorway. Little shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.

You unzip his cargos, leaving only his thin boxers between his growing length and your nimble fingers. He rolls his hips harder each time you tease the waist band and lick his lips as you both swap saliva. “Stop teasin, thought I was ‘sposed to get paid.”

“You’ll get compensated, delivery boy,” you grab him by the belt loops as you lead him to your couch. Smiling as you push him back, he plops against the cushion with a soft ‘hmp’. Ace takes off his shirt, throwing it to the side as he man spreads to ease the ache in his balls, bulging erection awaiting your attention. “Want your dick sucked or what?”

While that sounds like a great idea, Ace is more eager to taste the sweetness between your legs. “Sit on my face pretty girl, wanna eat you.” He pulls you by the back of your thighs, edging you closer to his body as he starts to slide down your shorts. His forwardness makes you glow, slotting your hands in his hair, ruffling it slightly while he tends to your clothes. For a delivery boy, he sure knows the art of seduction. You’re practically dripping for him already.

He kisses your hipbone while waiting for you to join him on the couch. Sliding down the cushions, grabbing hold of your legs as you mount and hold the backing. “You sure?” He stares up at you from the valley of your swell breasts and smooth tummy, not having any of your objections. He sits up to swipe his wet muscle from your clit down. A soft ‘oh’ leaving your lips as he gets to work.

“Mhhm,” he moans as he taste you, almost analyzing its components like a savory sauce. He plants his hands on your waist, pulling you down further onto his mouth— it’s as if he’s not afraid of suffocating down there.

He’s eating you out like a man starved, dipping and curving his tongue into your oozing hole before suckling on your clit. He ignores the mixture of spit and slick on his chin as he devours you greedily. “Pussy’s so fuckin’ good, could eat this every day.”

Your soft moans encourage him to give you more, he needs you to fuck his face. He uses those same hands to hook around your ass and thighs, dragging you down on his tongue as he licks your insides. “Oh shit, ah— wait Ace,” you try to sit up, running from all the attention but it’s no use.

His strong arms keep you planted in place, “no runnin’ m not done yet.” Fuck this guy is hot, it’s like he’s straight out of a shitty 80’s porno as he makes you cream against his mouth. He slurps and sucks your hole as you whine loose chants of his name.

Adding his hands into the mix when he slides two fingers knuckle deep inside you. Scissoring your tight walls, you shake feeling those calloused pads massage your g-spot. “Gotta cum for me sweetheart, then I’ll fuck you as a tip.”

It feels even closer cause his tongue does not relent from your throbbing bud. Sliding it back and forth while his fingers give you something to squeeze on. “Yes yes, like that!” You sound so raunchy taking advantage of his face; running your hips in a figure eight along his tongue.

He’s grinding against the air trying to find friction, shallow thrusts up that match the pace of his fingers inside you. So close, you start pinching your nipple trying to tip yourself over the edge of raw pleasure. The pizza delivery boy of course notes this, groaning as he watches you play with yourself. He wants to replace his hand with yours, pinching and tugging at your dark bud. But, he has to keep you in place while he fucks you on his fingers. “Gonna— oh fuck,” here it comes.

Your orgasm crashes hard, washing over you in one big wave as you almost collapse on his face. He drinks whatever you offer as you whine and cry out, it’s too good. “Think you’re stretched? Cause I really wanna fuck you now. Ya look really hot when you cum.”

He’s swiping the culminating wetness from his face into his mouth, sucking the fingers he had inside you like a greedy bastard. Licking and suctioning onto the pads to emphasize how needy he is for you. Oh, he’s good.

“Be my guest, pretty boy.” Ace has never really thought of himself as pretty, so hearing someone as beautiful as you say it, it must be true. He flushes a light shade of pink while removing the rest of his clothes.

“Condom?” Like an idiot, he didn’t bring any and his wallets downstairs in the shitty delivery car where he typically keeps one if he’s lucky.

“Want you inside, I’m on the pill.” Oh.. and he gets to pound you raw? He’ll definitely be coming back here. Shaking your ass back and forth at him as if to invite him over. “Cmon I want the tip already.” He laughs at your two way pun, rubbing your ass in his hands as he marvels the sight of you bent over the side of the couch.

Ace sees his hard work continuing to drip down the insides of your thighs, smirking while lining his fat tip up with your cunt. He spits in his hand before pumping himself to make sure it’ll fit just right. You’re pushed forward till your hips meet the arm of the couch, sandwiched between two immovable forces.

He’s trying his hardest to not just slam into you, your pussy is so warm and wet around his cock and there’s nothing separating the two of you. You’re squirming from the sheer size of his length even after all that work he did to prep you. “Doin’ so good taking all of me sweetheart. Just a lil’ more.” He doesn’t know if he’s saying that for you or himself at this point, the way your bare walls grip his cock makes him double over.

The couch gives before Ace does, each thrust of his strong hips into you makes it creak and slide forward. He starts off with deep punctuated strokes, each one earning a high pitched cry from you. He’s pummeling your cunny, making your hips rub against the arm as your knees begin to buckle.

“Feelin’ good pretty girl?” But when you go to open your mouth any answer is replaced with moans that sound so pornagraphic. “Fuck your cunts so good. Suckin’ me in.” Being drilled by the hunk of a man behind you and the friction of being fucked into the couch is bringing you near your second orgasm of the night, you start to feel it licking at your insides tentatively.

Ace isn’t in much better shape himself, fucking your pussy raw is taking all of him to shoot his load right in you. He needs to get his moneys worth after all. “Can’t cum yet pretty, wanna see you.”

He moves you both to the couch so you’re flat on your back, one leg hooked around his small waist as another dangles off the couch. “Easy baby, remember to breathe,” he says before easing himself back in. That feeling of fullness returns and brings a dopamine rush with it as he flashes a toothy smile your way. Savoring the feeling of sliding his tip through the gummy resistance.

Your body is so warm beneath him as he drives in and out of your soaking cunt. “Cmon’ give it to me baby. Know you were so close…” Ace trails a hand down your abdomen, spreading his palm across your stomach as leverage while he fucks you stupid. Hair shrouding his face as he coos at you. “Please, dont wanna without you.”

The way he pleads for you is what does it, breaking the dam that was holding back another mind shattering orgasm from this sexy delivery boy. “Ahh fuck, cumming— oh! I’m-” you’re gripping onto him for dear life, firm biceps not budging an inch even when you start to dig your nails into his skin.

It all happens so fast he doesn’t even realize he’s also cumming right behind you, too caught up in the way your sultry lips fall into an “O” shape as you scream his name loud enough to be heard by the entire complex. He buries himself to the hilt, mind boiling with the thought of how he’s fucking his cum into you raw. For some reason the idea only pushes him to not pull out, letting you keep all his seed as he mewls. “Take it, take it all,” sweat accumulating at his hairline.

You’re squeezing him like a damn vice while you come undone, face scrunched so pretty. It makes his cock ache inside you, relishing in the soft sighs that come from your parted lips.

You both start to come down from your lust filled highs when he speaks again, “mhhhm, you’re still a few cents short.” He kisses you, leaning forward and almost suffocating you into his large chest.

Oh boy, hopefully he clocked out.

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Loved your Star Wars Threesome hds. Can you do some for Genshin men too? You can choose the combos.

I sure as damn well can Anon! I think a lot of these combos are obvious but what the hell, hot either way.

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Gorou, Ayato, Thoma, Pantalone, Dottore, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Childe, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, threesome, clit stimulation, blowjob, double pentation, anal sex, banter, degradation, praise, dirty talk, marking, competition, table sex, breeding kink

A/N: This is what you if you can't decide who you want more, you just have them both.

KAEYA + DILUC

"You seem to be enjoying this more then the two of us sweetheart." Kaeya's lips find and tug on your earlobe, his hands firmly hooked under your legs, keeping you in the air as he thrusts his cock into your cunt, your arousal dripping onto the hard wooden floor.

Behind you Diluc kisses the back of your neck as your back arches against his chest. "Should have told me you wanted to share. She's so pretty, you know I wouldn't have said no. She's too good too pass up on." Your legs twitch and spasm as you feel Diluc's throbbing dick pushing into your ass. Kaeya laughs, slowing down to let Dulic adjust.

"This is just one of her many fantasies." The two men fall into perfect synchronized rhythm, pulling out just at the other thrusts in, never leaving either hole empty for long, "Starting tonight we'll be taking turns on you, so make sure to keep up."

ITTO + GOROU

"So pretty." Gorou moaned, his cock throbbing and dripping with cum as he watched Itto rail you from behind. The general had his ears pinned all the way down, his mouth opened in a permeant moan that matched yours in both volume and constancy.

"Hear that babe, the general here think's you're real pretty. It'd be rude not to thank him." Itto jerked you forward with his hips slamming against yours. You gasped as you fell, your head right in front of Gorou. You started at his aching, heavy balls, kissing, sucking each one into your mouth and releasing with a wet pop before you liked your way to the cockhead, flicking your tongue over the tip a few times.

Finally taking his cock into your mouth your moans became muffled, replaced only by Gorou's and Itto's grunts. "Fuck. Slower, don't want to come yet. Not yet." His claws dug into your back, leaving thin scratch marks that Itto kissed over. His thighs made a constant slapping sound against yours, you couldn't decide which you liked more, the taste of Gorou's cock and cum, or the stretch and fill of Itto's. You came from both, almost at the same time. You were still struggling to swallow Gorou's cum as you felt Itto's flood your pussy walls with his.

AYATO + THOMA

"Thoma, don't just stand there with your mouth open. Why don't you use hers. You're always helping others, now help yourself." Ayato pinned your legs open on his thighs. Thoma who still had all his clothes on watched as your wet cunt got pounded repeatedly. He gulped and with tentative steps got closer, losing his pants in the process.

His cock was pulsing in his hand, the tip an angry red color, just begging to be satisfied, "This alright?" He asked you, his face turning pink. The first lick had the warrior gasping, his hands grabbing your head, "Had my eye on you for a long time. I thought it was selfish to want you. But now I can have you. Finally feel you. Mmn. See you. See your lips parting for my cock."

"You can have more then her mouth. After I'm done with her that is." The throbbing cock in your pussy jerked with jealousy. You didn't forget about him. And you let him know by rolling your hips down, taking Ayato's cock all the way to his balls, your ass smacking against him with a loud smack. "On second thought I might never be done with you beautiful. Certainly not if you keep treating my cock this nicely."

PANTALONE + DOTTORE

Dottore's rough hands grabbed your ass cheeks, most certainly leaving his handprints on them by now, "Here I thought I'd see you as cockdrunk as can be and you keep finding ways to prove me wrong. Never been so happy about that." He pressed your hips harder into the table, his balls smacking against you while his cock kept ejaculating into your already messy hole.

"What else did you expect? This little whore has been going from my cock to yours for months. About time she got her punishment. Or reward." He smiled down at you, his hands clenching your wrists tight, preventing you from moving. You didn't want to move, you wanted to keep chocking on Pantalone's cock all night no matter how you whimpered or how tears rolled down your face.

"Reward indeed. A set of holes like you should be grateful we're treating you so well. Come on. Say thank you." Try as you may your words kept being interrupted by the two men savagely fucking you from both ends. What's more you felt Dottore finger pushing into your ass, making your pussy flutter around his cock, never giving him the opportunity to go soft, "Look at you. Little slut having all three holes fucked at once. We'll use each one of them tonight, don't even think about telling us to stop." That was the last thing you wanted tonight. You'd keep them satisfied even if it made you pass out. Which knowing Dottore just might.

AL-HAITHAM + KAVEH

"I'm so glad we decided to let you stay here. If I knew you sucked cock that good I'd have convinced Al-Haitham sooner." Kaveh looked behind him at Al-Haitham who was too focused on drilling his cock into your needy pussy to retort, "You even got him to shut up for once. Your cunt might be magic."

"For once we agree." Al-Haitham pulled you up allowing you to wrap your legs around his back, "I've never had one that felt so perfect around me. I want to keep my dick inside you forever beautiful. You're incredibly talented at this." His hands tightened on your hips, his cock on the verge of coming, his pace slightly sloppier then before but just as deep.

Kaveh on the other hand slowed to a crawl, his balls warm and heavy on your chin, his taste strong as he dragged in out of your mouth, "You should feel her mouth then. You must have practiced that tongue a lot to be able to do that. Ah, I think we'll keep you as a roommate. You passed the trial run. Or you will when we see how much cum you can hold."

ZHONGLI + CHILDE

Two sets of hands held you down. Childe's wrapped tight around your back, Zhongli's on your hips, holding you at the perfect angle for his cock to sink in as deep as it could. "You're being greedy. Who knew your pussy could handle two cocks at once. I must say I'm impressed." Childe pecked your lips teasingly, taking note of how glossy your eyes were.

As if on cue Zhongli drove his hips hard into yours, sending your head back as a loud moan tor from your throat, his eyes narrowing on Childe's smug face. "Pity you didn't learn your lesson the first time around. You humans, always wanting more then you can have. You, my darling, better be ready to face the consequences of this greed."

The two of them kept their thrusts strong, the sounds of your pussy squelching not stopping for a second as it was always filled by one of their cocks, "We're gonna dump so much come in you just like you want. Fuck you might even get pregnant and you won't know which one of us it was that breed this tight little cunt." Imagining you pregnant awoke something primal in Zhongli, his hips rammed against yours at lightning speed, "Alright, lets see who wins." Childe laughed to meet the challenge head on, or in this case cock in.

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mera-mera-simp · 8 months

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OP Character's Love Languages

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami, Ussop, Ace and Law

Content Warning: fluff. Some angst (Sanji, Ace and Law)

Pt. 2

Luffy:

Absolutely physical touch. There is no debate on this.

He can and will cling to you with no hesitation. Man doesn't know personal space<3

But you and most of the Strawhats don't mind it. It's sweet.

Though you do have to gently remind him sometimes that not everybody he knows likes it when he does that</3

Definitely a words of affirmation kinda guy too.

This one isn't as often but he loves making you smile.

Constantly telling you how funny you are and how much he loves you. He is a sweet baby even if he's a menace sometimes<3

Sometimes, you'll get a combo of the two. He'll wrap his arms around a multitude of times and tell you all kinds of sweet things just to see you smile.

Gift. Giving.

Please give this sweet baby gifts it will make his eyes light up like stars and he'll treasure it forever.

You could get him the silliest thing and he'll be so happy. You'll have his stretchy arms wrapped around you and multiple kisses on your face while he's yelling 'thank you' multiple times within an instant.

Zoro:

Quality time.

He's not much of a touchy guy and he's not the greatest with words.

But he actively seeks you out on the Sunny. He just wants to be by you<3

He's not great at words, so just being by you is enough for him

He will make you take naps with him<3

He likes to sit by you when he's cleaning his swords.

Please just chill with him while he trains. He likes being in your presence.

This goes both ways low-key. He knows that you love him so he doesn't need to be reminded. And as mentioned earlier, he's not really a touchy feely guy.

So just spending time with you is enough.

Bro loves you so much, he'll chill by you while you're talking to the other strawhats. He doesn't need to involved in the conversation. He'll just sit by you (he'll take a nap depending on where you are on the ship)

Maybe a small bit of gift giving?

Only if he finds it useful though probably.

Get him stuff to clean his swords with and he'll be happy.

Send him over the moon with alcohol.

But definitely quality time for the most part.

Dude just wants to be by you<3

Sanji:

Is it absurd to say that it's everything? (Because I feel like it is but thats cause I'm in love with him and delulu)

He'll match to whatever your love language is babes<3

Gift giving? He'll spoil you

Quality time? Just hang out with him in the kitchen while he cooks

Words of affirmation? He'll tell you a thousand times a day that he loves you

Acts of service? Say the word and your wish is his command.

Physical touch? He'll be all over you.

He'll match your energy.

Sometimes you'll get the buy 1 get 4 free combo.

He bends over backwards for you.

And it's all super sweet. He'll cook for you, buy you some cute trinkets that you like, spend time with you while you're doing something, tell you all kinds of romantic things, and he'll hold your hand at all times

Bro is such a sweet guy<3

Please tell him that you love him. Reassure him for the love of god

He didn't get it a lot as a kid after Sola died so whenever you do, he really appreciates it <3 (Sanji my sad chef, my beloved I love him so much)

Nami:

Look me in the eye and tell me that her loves languages aren't gift giving and acts of service.

She'll be over the moon if you buy her stuff

Specially if it's expensive <3

Bake something for her, Sanji will help you if you ask him to!

She'll give you a bunch of kisses for it. It's her way of say thank you.

You're the only one who doesn't owe her a single berri. Cause why would she charge the love of her life?

She gets a little jealous super easily though. She'll pout at you. Just laugh at her and tell her she's cute. Kiss her cheek, forehead or tip of her nose if you want to make her melt.

Sometimes she'll indulge in physical touch, only for you though.

She'll hold your hand when strolling through a town on a new island. And then persuade you to buy something she likes by acting cute.

She's super appreciative if you do though

She'll hug you and kiss you with a big grin on her face

It makes her feel important

She likes to make you feel important too. She'll actually go out of her way to buy you stuff sometimes. She teases about an interest fee but if you actually try to pay it, it's the only time she refuses

Ussop:

Words of affirmation

My guy needs a lot of reassurance so he appreciates it

Tell him that he's brave and he'll be absolutely smitten

He also likes physical touch

He'll hold you as he tells his stories

Talk to him about the world. You both love being out on the Grandline and seeing how big the world is. It's one your 'late night can't sleep' topics.

Hangout on the deck of the Sunny and look at stars together. He'll hold your hand and point out the constellations to you. (He learned them from Robin, he just wants to impress you<3)

If you hug him from behind randomly, he'll swoon.

He'll let you stay like that too. He thinks it's sweet. He'll just casually talk to you about his day so far.

He's constantly telling you how much he loves you.

You make him feel strong and brave so of course he's going to return the favor.

Overall, Ussop is just a sweet guy. He likes holding your hand and making you smile<3

Ace:

Oh my beloved sad himbo

Please hold him and reassure him.

He's definitely a physical touch and words of affirmation kinda guy too.

Trace the freckles on his face (he'll melt in your arms with a blushing face if you call them mini constellations<3)

He likes to hold you yeah but please hold him. He needs it.

He likes to be in your embrace but he'll only let you do it when you guys aren't in sight of the crew, he's afraid that Marco and Thatch will tease him for a life time. (They wouldn't)

Pepper his face in kisses

This poor cowboy is so sad please tell him all of the things you love about him

Tell him he's worth everything in the world (Ace was the One Piece</3\hj)

Whisper sweet nothings to him as you guys try to fall asleep at night, that's when his head tries to attack him the most.

He appreciates it all and he'll definitely return the favor.

He constantly has you wrapped in his arms.

He'll kiss the top of your head and nuzzle his face into your hair.

He'll purposely act stupid just to see you laugh.

Please just make him happy. He is so sad

He will deny though.

"Me? Sad? Blasphemy."

Law:

Another quality time kinda guy

He doesn't like physical touch

Or words of affirmation

Please don't openly say you love him or promise him anything, the last person who did both those things died almost immediately after (he's traumatized </3)

Just spend some time with him, that's all he asks. You don't have to say anything he just wants to he by you.

He doesn't know how to accept gifts so that's also kinda out of the question

If you do something for him though, he'll be appreciative. In his own way

Just quality time for the most part.

Just sit by him while he reads or looks over some notes he has.

He's comforted by your presence, you make him happy even if he never outwardly shows it

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loganlermanstanaccount · 10 months

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Rigor Mortis (part 2)

College roommate!Miguel O'Hara x reader

(AO3 Mirror) (Wattpad) Series Masterlist, Main Masterlist,

Part 1, Part 3

summary: Your new roommate has... interesting habits.

warnings: sexually suggestive, nothing explicit.

a/n: i think i've realised miggy in this fic is a combo of his movie and comic counterpart. Miguel O'Hara: part-time whore lmfaooo

Thank you to my beta readers, @tianyhi and @urgonnaneedabiggership (they also write Miguel fics, I highly recommend! my favourite is this series), I couldn't have done it without you guys <3

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wc: 4.2k

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lady death, at the cradle of a babe.

You've decided: if Miguel's the Sun, then you're a black hole. Cold and dark where he was warm, to seemingly everyone else but you. Even then, the metaphor didn't carry, and O'Hara wasn't quite the shining centre of the universe you had first thought him to be.

In the dim gloom of a little lamp on your bedside table, you’re left squinting at a crisp white document. Blank; save for a thousand tabs open, and the blue links of a half-hearted bibliography. You’ve got the bare bones of an assignment; left too late, as usual. The rest lies at the tip of your tongue; nips at the ends of your fingers like the heat of cigarette butts, and as fleeting as wispy smoke in an ashtray. To get yourself through it, you’ve resorted to romanticising it all, pretending you're a wistful poet dipping the feathered end of a quill into ink. Writing something… revolutionary; as opposed to the mish-mash of articles and studies you’ve crammed within the last hour and a half. There’s a pounding at your skull: the dull beginnings of a migraine, most likely. You squeeze at your temples, eyes shut – and the thrum matches the thud at your thin walls. Rhythmic, obscene, and it creates a cruel staccato; shaking the flimsy plasterboard that separates your room from your roommate’s.

He’s fucking someone. Loud, like it can’t be heard by half the complex. It's the third girl he’s had over in as many weeks. Not that you were keeping count. For a supposed tutor, you hadn’t seen much studying - despite the bright eyed young women that seemed to be at your doorstep most days. Perhaps you're being dramatic, but you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the kind of pupils Miguel had had the privilege to “teach”.

You remember the first time the true weight of Jia’s words became clear: whilst banging on the front door after a draining day of lectures.

You’d forgotten your keys after rushing out the morning of, and arrived to a locked door in the afternoon. You had been starving, insides churning with the thought of takeout you’d saved the night before; a greasy bag nestled in the corner of your shelf in the fridge. So maybe you'd been antsy, irritable at a stretch; fist on the door like a divorce lawyer, hungry in more ways than one.

Wasn’t Miguel already home? He had to be, you can hear the low tones of his voice leaking from the gaps at the sides of the door. And.. rustling, the shift of fabric tousled and pillows hitting the floor. It’s then that you hear another voice, higher pitched; gentle and soft where his is baritone. If you’re not mistaken; and something at the pit of your stomach hopes you are, for some reason; he’s laughing, speaking in hushed tones, whilst she giggles at something he said. You bang at the door even harder, hoping the sharp rap-rap-rap interrupts him. It feels like you’ve had half of your college’s senior cohort in the city in and out of your apartment - or, at the very least, the pretty ones. For some reason, this is the straw that breaks the camel’s back; and your knuckles sting against the lacquered wood. You’ve half a mind to shout into the keyhole, to tell him to hurry the fuck up, or else–

Miguel opens, brow tight, and wiping something from his lips with the back of his hand. It’s suspicious; he looks carefully flushed, lips plump and cheeks slightly ruddy. You notice the way his head flops onto the lip of the open door; slightly out of breath like he’s done a dozen push ups. And with the way his biceps flex and tense under his open button up; paired with some slacks in a pitiful attempt to look less slutty; he might have. The image makes you purse your lips to stop inappropriate laughter: Miguel on the floor, brows kneaded in concentration as the woman in your apartment looks on, entranced. It feels more plausible than the reality; making out on your couch, whilst her hands travel to undo the button at his waistband.

What doesn’t help, is the look he gives you; like you’ve interrupted something important.

“Oh.” He says, clearly deflated. “It’s… you.”

You flash him a sarcastic smile and push past into the front room. You’ve seen her before: the girl on your couch. Sarah, a pretty thing in Miguel’s advanced Math class, you’d learned from the last few weeks. It’s not the first time she’d been over, but she doesn’t usually stay; rather, she’d drop something off at the door and twirl her hair whilst she waited. You’d answer, because of course he was never home at the right times, and she’d crane her head in for a glimpse of him. The first time; you were struck by the effortlessness of her beauty. And on your sofa, she seemed hardly fazed; the gentle curve of her stomach and thighs spilling onto the tattered cushions, donned in a patterned sundress. Her lips are pert, curved into a knowing smile as she giggles at the scene you and Miguel make at the door.

“Hey, Sarah.” You give her a small wave as you make your way into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. However, you don’t have the energy to dignify Miguel with a response – so you stay silent. He bristles.

“You don’t have a key, or something?” You’re digging through the shelves as he calls out to you, hands on his hips like you’re in the wrong. You can’t help but hiss under your breath. He’s got an attitude, when only one of you had been left outside the door; starved and exhausted. And the other: getting off on your sofa. Poor Miguel, left with a limp dick and full balls.

"Forgot." Your answer is curt, and you don't even bother to look up. You can hear him scoff, incredulous - as if the mere idea was so offensive. It makes anger bubble up at your gut, head still buried behind the fridge door.

"That's convenient." You can't hear the words that come out after, but you're sure it's not exactly glowing praise. You lob a hypothetical grenade over the lip of the fridge door: a middle finger, crisp and clear.

Takeout in hand, and a bag over your shoulder that feels like a concrete block; you drag yourself to your room, without giving Miguel so much as a second glance. When the door slams, you're hit with the full weight of Jia's words; a moment that seems so long ago. Miguel's probably picky about who he tutors for the same reason people swipe left and right on dating apps: he's an unrepentant whore.

The thought had seemed somewhat premature, at the time. You had had little to no evidence: a string of pretty women in your apartment did not a slut make, after all. It wasn't quite enough, just a knee-jerk reaction after a bad day. The most charitable interpretations tell you that by all means, your roommate is an upstanding guy. A model student; who left his undergrad with honours and a disgustingly high GPA, head of half a dozen clubs and societies, and currently getting his masters sponsored by a prestigious biotech company in the city. He’s a chronic overachiever, more or less. All things you've learnt from the people he’s tutored, small talk in between sessions (and they’ve all been nice enough). It seems a little more than convenient that the prettiest ones end up in your apartment - in his bed. And yet, you can’t get a straight answer from the man himself. Favours for a couple of friends, he says every time you complain.

With the noises you hear from the room over, you wonder how he treats the friends he really likes.

You think he’s doing it on purpose. That’s the only explanation you’re left with as you massage your temples in desperation. A steady pounding, that makes the shared wall shudder. Interspersed with graphic moans, the higher pitched panting of his partner; Yes Miguel and Just like that; seems to blend with his groans. Sleep pulls at your eyes, and you want to scream into the pillows. It’s muffled, but you can make out his voice beyond the wall; low, hushed tones that makes desire pool at the base of your stomach. And you’d rather die than admit it; but you zone out for a moment, a little lost in the haze of a daydream. God, his stamina. It feels like they’ve been going for hours, obscene grunts and groans spilling into your room. The wide span of his shoulders, the way light is cut at his jawline - and you wonder what he’d look like on top, or the sounds he’d make underneath.

Shaking your head, you try to convince yourself: it's the lack of sleep that makes you think of the way his hands would feel on your waist.

~~~

The honeymoon stage, if there ever was one, was well and truly over.

In the morning, you’re woken up by the thud of the front door. Laptop cracked open on the covers, you shift to wipe the drool crusted on the side of your mouth. The good news: you remember getting down a couple thousand words before fitful sleep. Not to a great standard, of course, but as your deadline approaches, you’re grateful for whatever you can scrape together. Stretching, your back creaks with the memory of last night: hunched over your laptop, barely able to concentrate. Still in pyjamas from last night, you pad into the front room, looking for water to satisfy your dry mouth.

The bad news: you’re met with Miguel on the sofa, splayed out on the cushions lazily. There’s a mug of something on a side table, which he’s clearly neglected; eyes closed, and an arm drawn upwards to expose the tan skin of his chest. He’s wearing nothing but loose plaid pants, hair a mess and frustratingly peaceful. For once, he’s not wearing the perpetual frown you’ve been subjected to for the past few weeks, and he looks five years younger as a result. You tilt your head to the side – like a mere 90 degrees would make him look any different – and you can’t believe this was the man who was terrorising you the night before. He looks… cute. Innocent, almost.

The sight makes you scoff. You snatch a glass from the cupboard with a clink-clink, and he stirs. You watch him stretch as you fill it; a mop of brown peeking over the back of the couch. He peers over, groggy and seemingly confused.

"....When did you get back?" His voice is gravelly, heavy with last night's sleep – or lack thereof. You ignore the feelings it stirs up; pleasant and comfortable and domestic.

"Good morning to you too, " You say it under your breath but he hears; catches it and holds it at his chest like a songbird. One hand over his heart, he smiles, wide; a lazy, sarcastic grin, but it still makes your face heat up. It's too damn early for this, you think. "I wasn't… for fuck's sake… I came back last night."

"Oh." He frowns, sweeping into the kitchen, and opening up the cupboard.

"I couldn't sleep." Miguel's not stupid, and you wait for him to take the hint. "There was… too much noise last night."

"So that's why you're up early." He clicks his tongue. "You don't have a lecture to be late for?"

"You don't have another girl to fuck and ignore?" Without missing a beat, you snap at him – too tired and annoyed to entertain it.

"Ouch." It's blaise, thrown over his shoulder without a second thought. He doesn't even look at you, head buried and eyes scanning the shelves – looking for his morning coffee, no doubt. He finds it, opening the packet and elbowing you in the process, and you give him a glare. Did he have to do that right next to you?

You catch the ghost of a smile on his face.

"...Miguel?" You say; quietly, because you can't quite find your next words.

"Hmm?" He hums, fiddling around with the machine; a ritual you've only caught glimpses of.

How do you tell your roommate you can hear him have obnoxious sex through thin walls? Well, probably by opening your mouth and saying it, but anything resembling your true feelings dies in your throat.

He doesn't prompt you to finish the question, choosing to let the silence wash over you both. The clattering of a spoon against ceramic is the only noise in the little kitchen. It's not something you hear too often - never waking up at the same time as Miguel through a combination of coincidence and sheer willpower. Naturally, your routines are asynchronous - a half step, half-hearted jig to crashing music. That is to say: if you and your roommate were partners in a… ballroom, perhaps: you’d be stepped-on-toes and two-left-feet on the dancefloor. Disastrous, to say the least.

And yet, half-asleep, you watch as he pads around the kitchen; poking into cupboards and bringing out the ingredients to a hearty breakfast. Eggs and chorizo and tortillas; your stomach rumbles at the thought of a proper cooked meal. Ever the stereotypical college student, your usual food has mostly been instant noodles and leftovers. Maybe you’re just tired, but he makes the drawers and fridge shelves seem bottomless. It’s clear Miguel eats and he eats well – because of course he does.

“Could you…” You jump a bit when he places a gentle hand at your waist, moving you to the side as he reaches for a chopping board on the counter. “Sorry. Do you mind?”

It’s brief, but the fleeting touch fucks with your head as he cooks. Flashes of the night before run up your spine, electric. You watch his deft fingers fly on the chopping board; slender, a wide palm covering the span of a large pepper. How would they feel on your waist – properly – at the crook of your back, or at your thighs? Sighing, you chew the inside of your cheek and lean your head back against the wall. You feel the whispers of another headache. It's much too early for this.

He puts a pan on the stove. Shirtless, despite the heat of the spitting oil, and he pops a piece of a bell pepper in his mouth with a little smile that makes you roll your eyes. It's smug, somehow, like he knows something you don't – like he knows exactly what he did yesterday (or rather, who) and he’s enjoying your reaction.

Except: you’re exhausted, and he’s giggling like you’ve caught a kid with cookie crumbs on their face, empty jar in hand.

It’s a quiet he sits with, comfortable; moving around the space with the kind of familiarity that comes with time. It makes you wonder just how long he's been here, which other roommates he’s terrorised over the years. Maybe, Miguel’s got a reputation, and there’s a Yelp review sitting somewhere you’ve neglected to read.

“Did you see her leave?” He still doesn’t look at you. Instead, his eyes are trained at the eggs on the pan, onions and veg making a lopsided smile in the runny yolk. Even his food seems smug.

“Her?” You frown, not quite following.

“...Katie?” He says it like it’s obvious, as if her name alone should set off half a dozen bells in your head. It’s Katie, this time - not Jia, or Sita, or the slew of other girls he’s been fucking in the past few weeks alone.

Your eye twitches. Involuntarily, of course, but it feels like your body is physically rejecting his bullshit.

“I didn’t know she stayed the night.” A lie, obviously. You heard her well enough through the walls, not even a couple of hours ago.

“S’okay,” He shakes his head, nonchalant. You trace the curve of his shoulders and gentle slope of his plump lips. “I would’ve called her an Uber, or something.”

“You’re a gentleman, Miguel.”

And he laughs, a deep rumble that rings off the tiles. Admittedly, you like the way it sounds, and the way his eyes crinkle up into crows feet. He’s pretty, you think. In an annoying kind of way.

Oh, fuck him. You get closer, and stick a fingertip into the rich red of the pan. Wrapping your lips around it, with the heat of Miguel at your back, and yes, it's fine. Okay, fucking incredible – you know, nothing you haven’t tasted before.

Making eye contact, you watch him blink in surprise. It’s the first time you’ve seen him unsure of himself; not dripping with the arrogance of a few minutes ago. Not wanting to give anything away, you keep your face steady.

"Needs salt, I think."

The spell is broken and he clicks his tongue in disapproval. "I've seen the crap you shovel into that big mouth of yours… ¿mi mamá no me enseñó a cocinar para que vengas a decirme que sabe mal…?"

[My mom didn't teach me how to cook so you can come here and tell me it tastes bad…?]

It's your turn to smile at the sweet taste of revenge. Not enough to fuel the next couple hours of essay writing, but a small victory nonetheless. You flash him pink tongue, and watch as his gaze drops to your lips for a fraction of a second.

"More salt?" He scoffs. "You wouldn't know good food if it bit you on the ass."

It's childish, but he chucks a tea towel at your head; and you narrowly miss it.

"Asshole." You spit out, frustrated. Your stomach grumbles, loud, and you watch his face crack, amused.

His lips curve into a shit-eating grin. "Idiot."

Face tight, you storm out of the kitchen.

You're holed up in your room for the rest of the day; only leaving for snack and toilet breaks. Luckily, Miguel doesn't disturb you, except for a full plate left outside your doorstep in the morning. It tastes delicious; warm and homely, but you'd rather pull your teeth out than see that stupid fucking grin on his face. Instead, you give him a grudging thanks, shrugging as if to say: it was somewhat edible.

And when you hit send on your essay, with a whole 11 minutes to spare, you sigh in relief. You got through it, eventually; even though your roommate is trying to kill you, your new apartment is falling apart and you're failing half your classes already. But you're through the day, and approaching the end of the week with minimal emotional damage. Key word: minimal.

In the warmth under the covers of your bed, it makes you think. It can't get any worse, right? It won't – it can't.

Something shifts. Like a rip in the space time continuum or a malevolent god, the universe snatches up that thought; ripe and ready to spit you back out onto the fire.

~~~

You wake up and something feels off, already. For one, light streams in through the blinds, a slight chill from the open window. It’s peaceful, and the first thing you hear is the song of morning birds just beyond the glass, instead of cars and clattering garbage trucks.

But it’s a Friday, and you’ve got that 9:00am; the one you were insane enough to sign up for at the beginning of the semester. What you should be hearing is the call-for-war of your alarm; the one that slaps you square across the face and wakes you the fuck up. On time, of course, but still the kind of sound that strikes fear into the hearts of grown men. Groggy, you wipe the sleep from your eyes. And then you frown. The lilting chirp of songbirds (well-fed pigeons that shit all over your windowsill, large enough to be classed as biological weapons), instead of your alarm…?

Your hands go cold, and dread creeps in. Reaching for your phone, you click it on and it shuts off just as quickly. You’re met with the red icon of a dead battery. Fuck.

Leaping out of bed, you rush into the hallway. From there, you see Miguel; out of his workout clothes and flitting in and out the kitchen. Except usually, at this time he’s just coming back from his run and banging at the door to hurry you out of the shower. He spots you and furrows his brow in confusion.

“Aren’t you meant to be…?”

You don't let him finish, and call out. “–What’s the time?”

He looks at his watch. “Uhhh… quarter past 8?”

“Fuck!” It erupts out of you, and you bite down the rest; opting to dart back into your room.

Miguel gets closer, pops his head towards your door; in the careful kind of way someone might approach a sleeping bear.

“Are you–”

When you open it in a robe and toiletries bag in hand, he’s there; tentative, and slow, and in your way. A beat passes and your eyes widen, incredulous. Like a fucking lump of coal, he’s slow on the uptake.

“...Move.”

You push past him into the bathroom and he throws his hand up to surrender. You’re the oddest person he’s had the pleasure (?) of sharing an apartment with, he thinks. Mostly harmless, but hard to read.

The shower sputters to life, changing from hot to ice cold in a second. You grit down a scream, powering through it until the suds wash off. Sheer resolve makes you towel off and change in record time.

You’re grabbing your bag and chucking whatever you can find in the fridge onto bread. Whilst making a crude sandwich, you’re distracted – going through the calculations in your head. You’ve got a train to catch in about 20 minutes, and if you keep a brisk pace you can make the walk in 15. When you switch subway lines to get across town, it’ll be tight, but you can make it up by cutting across the barriers and keeping those elbows sharp on the stairs. God forbid you miss the transfer, because you’ll have to wait another 15 minutes for the next one and–

Miguel watches by the doorway, a little amused. So caught up in your own world, you don’t notice. He takes a sip of a mug of hot coffee, and you look up. Your face, cute and all scrunched up as you concentrate; but he can’t help but enjoy the flash of displeasure on your face.

“Don’t want to hear it.” You’re spreading butter aggressively, if there was ever such a thing.

He shrugs. “...I didn’t say anything.”

“I can hear it, Miguel. You’re thinking out loud, and…” Wrapping up your meal in tinfoil, you stuff it into your bag. “...I don’t have the time to tell you to fuck off.”

With a little gasp, he clutches at hypothetical pearls. He gives you a sarcastic grin before you’re off – slamming the front door in your wake.

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hi there!! may i ask some obey me hcs where mc is a professional volleyball player (like of they would watch her tems matchs, how they cheer and things like that) and has a personality like oikawa when she's not playing, but turn into a queen of the court (like kageyama 🕺) when playing? tysm!

A/n: I’m literally so mad I didn’t see this b4 bc I’m watching the haikyuu movie sobbing over karasuno VS nekoma😫 but absolutely! Also I noticed how this got more nsfw closer to the end😭 couldn’t help it😔

Lucifer:

- impressed

- He did think you had a nice body when he first saw you

- But then he hears your trying out for the RAD volleyball team?

- Poor human can’t stand on the same court against literal demons??

- Is what he thought

- He sees Beel ecstatic about your first game and he’s hyping you up sm

- Lucifer goes bc if you get heir he will step in to defend you

- Yk when hinata does his thing and the whole stadiums jaws drop?

- That’s WHAT HAPPENED HERE

- He sees you effortlessly setting to your teammates like you rly are running this show

- Made you captain at tryouts bc hell yeah!!

- They call you the demon Ruler of the court fr

- Imagine being so cocky and prideful and then getting home and being like all chill and regular chaotic

- He thinks your cheating real BAD

- He can’t play but he’s like nah okay against me you can use no spells

- Asmo is making cute merch to wear to your games

- Levi has already watched all your tapes form the human world he’s a expert and he’s never seen a volleyball before

- When you wipe the floor w him he’s like okay,,, maybe you are just that good

- That speed and serve is something dangerous

- When you get his pact he’s at EVERY game

- The way he can feel the pride running through you when you play, and the smirk on your face sends a chill up your spine when you look down on the other team

- He can and will have his hands all over you after a game

- Sorry like he’s euphoric the whole time it’s like edging almost

- Can’t deny how you look in your tight uniform is very appealing too

- Asmo too he can feel the lust for you in the room and he’s LOVING IT

- Brags whew he he gets the chance

Mammon:

- yeah he’s placing bets

- He comes to see you at practice because he skipped class and he knows if he shows up at home without you he’s in trouble

- So he does to idle around

- Jaw literally drops when he sees you obliterate the other side of the court

- Feels greed burning in him and can’t tell if it’s him or you

- The drive to win radiating off of you in waves

- It’s overwhelming

- “When we’re us g’unna tell me you can do THAT?!”

- “You never asked.”

- Lucifer feels a chill when mammon asks you if he can place bets on you winning

- Shows up to every game

- WILL oversee merch sales

- Has a jersey of yours he wears to sleep

- Runs the Stan page w asmo

- Will make sure your gear is in tip-top shape

- Brings you snacks before and after practice

- You think it’s all financially motivated and like 70% is but he’s like so happy and proud of you

- Right w Beel cheering the loudest at your games

- Nobody can even say anything bad bc he will argue them DOWN

- Buys all your jerseys and then saves all the tickets to your games

- Will show up w flowers

- Also sneaks from class to your practices bc he is a SUCKER for that volleyball shorts and knee pad combo

- Watches your games on replay

- Seems like the type to jack off to your games too

- Biggest hype man and will give you a ‘reward’ if you play extra hard during a game

Levi:

- he likes sports anime

- And probably will compete in a swimming event at some school festival bc duh

- But he hears Beel and mammon gushing over you play sports and is like okay well my Henry is so talented but whatever

- Almost died when you come home all sweaty and tired from practice like oop

- Suddenly binge watching every volleyball anime there IS

- Might as well be your coach

- Applies to be manager but like he’s one of the seven lord of hell lmao who’s gunna tell Levi no??

- Yall are kiyoko and Tanaka

- Very cute

- Also wearing merch w asmo they made

- Gets patches of your number to put on his everyday jacket

- Also wears your jersey to sleep

- ALSO ALSO a sucker for them volleyball fits

- Makes sure you’re always hydrated and the gym is the perfect temperature to play games in

- Guilty pleasure is that he really likes seeing you sweaty and panting

- Way how’s your games the way oikawa watches other teams to see how they play

- Actually good at making strategies and figuring out the letters in other teams

- Wants you to teach him to play

- Not bc he wants too but bc you’ll have to help adjust his posture and he can see you spike a lot

- Gets a thrill off of feeling the small bit of envy you feel when you see another good team or they manage to score on you

- Mayyyyyy encourage a little more envy bc you spike the ball even harder and you glare even more

- Yknow he has a thing for you to be mean

- So he’s like biting his lips hearing you trash talk the other team

- Also like mammon where he will have recordings of your games to jack off too

- “You pathetic worm know your place”

- He’s never moaned louder

Satan:

- reads books on Volleyball

- Likes to be wellread and can impress you with terms

- Hears Beel be excited and sneaks off to see you practice

- Slides in slick compliments

- He’s cheeky to a fault

- “I have to ask, do you like volleyball for the adrenaline or is it for the cute outfit?”

- Tease him because he’s not even good at hiding that he’s looking

- “I don’t know. So you like coming to my games to watch me win or stare at my ass?”

- The cat was too stunned to speak

- Chose to come to your games because he was at home alone while everyone else was at your game

- And he was doing some ‘Self Care’

- And he got this lighting bolt of please up his spine

- Needless to say he made quite of a mess

- Hears everyone hyping you up when they come back

- “Remind me to never make ya mad okay MC?”

- “I would!~ the way they were glaring after they slammed the ball down made my heart flutter.”

- Had to go see what the fuss was for himself

- The grunts and yells are really making him hot under the collar

- Used your game tickets as bookmarks

- It makes him smile

- He’s such a tween girl in love he’ll like decorate them in his spare time like maybe press flowers and glue them on encasing it all in resin

- Heart eyes

- Giggles at your trash talk

- Loves seeing you fr have beef w people

- Setters for some reason always have beef during a game idk WHAT IT IS but like they all was glaring daggers

- He’s deeply interested in the setter beef

- “So what’s the story with you and that other setter👀 I could feel a little tension in the air.”

- My hc is that his pact mark is always on your dominant fist

- Bc like yknow punching

- So he feels the sting of your hand when you hit the ball and he rly likes it

- Will offer to massage you after a game when you’re all tired

- An excuse to get nasty and he will spank you w the same hand

- Sigh he can’t help himself unfortunately

Asmo:

- Oh he’s hype

- He’s not one for playing sports

- Buuuuut he does like the appeal of the slutty outfits and seeing people be all aggressive and sweaty

- So when he hears Beel mention you’re tying out for the team he’s immediately intrigued

- He’s probably an honesty cheerleader

- So he’s going to be there dressed to the 9 in YOUR colors every game

- Like not the school colors he’s dripped out in your signature color schemes

- Even somehow gets ahold of an old jersey from the human world and rules it in many outfits

- Brags to people that he has one and it’s signed(pls sign it for him)

- Wears earrings w your number and name on it

- That trope where the head cheerleader kisses the star player bc they’re dating after the game is very him

- Puts in his cutest lipgloss and kisses your cheek

- “Well if it’s you I don’t mind getting all sweaty and out of breath with you~”

- Like I said before he’s feeling off the lust for you in the air

- The lust his brothers feel, the audience, your lust for winning

- He’s intoxicated by it

- He feels his pact mark pulsing and it makes him giggle

- You’d think he’s tickled pink

- But he’s laughing bc he’s about to go crazy after this mf game

- Is hyper focus on how your outfit stretches over you when you move

- Watches you work out

- Bc like let’s be real he’s down to mess round in the gym showers

- Another one to give you a nice ‘Reward’ for playing so well

- Has all these suspiciously seductive pictures of you playing like when did he even take this picture of you bending over??

- Can’t help but to let his hands wander

- Instead of having a jersey to sleep in he will sleep in your whole uniform

- Like you’re looking for it in the morning to go to practice and he’s sleeping in it

- “Well not it smells like me!”

- Sigh

- Well want to get nasty in it but he’s torn between you in it or him in it

- Hardest decision in your life

- Asmo and Levi decked out in your merch and Levi stalks the Stan pages for the best pictures and asmo runs like 3 of em

Beel:

- my beautiful beloved!

- You come meet him at fangol practice and ask him if they have any other sports

- He mentions offhandedly that the volleyball team is doing tryouts for the new season and you’re like 👀 bet let’s see how yall play

- Comes with you to make sure you don’t get like picked on or anything

- Amazed by seeing what you can do and how confident you get

- Went from like shy brand new human to being the demon ruler of the court he’s so hyped

- “MC where did you learn to do that??”

- “Hard work and a lot of spite✨”

- If anyone got something to say no tf they don’t bc he’s your bodyguard

- Makes sure your games aren’t scheduled at the same time bc he’s not missing your games

- Enjoying your games when he feels a familiar feeling of hunger

- He heard all the other brothers talking about their pact marks feeling funny but he’s like meh

- Starts thinking that maybe you didn’t eat enough before the game

- But when he sees you smiling as your team wins he understands

- That gluttony you feel isn’t towards food but volleyball

- Huh. Interesting

- Not one to immediately get nasty after a game he will want to treat you to snacks first but he mayyyy want to help you get charged after practice

- I mean like you’re exhausted and your muscles are all sore like it’s totally innocent!!

- Wears your jersey number as a patch on his jacket

- But also would have a cute necklace w the number on it like right along w his gold chain

- Whew

- Dangles over your face when he fucks you

- He’s glad you both can workout together 🥰

Belphegor:

- sleepy

- Not really interested in sports

- But he goes to heels games to cheer him on

- Beel drags him to a game of yours

- Likes how hot you look playing

- Like Satan will make comments about the outfit

- “Are you sure the shorts are supposed to be that short?”

- “They don’t restrict my movement”

- “Hm…. Good to know.”

- Another who steals your jersey and sleeps in it

- Might put it over a pillow to sleep on

- Lazily wants to hold you after a game night

- “Mmmm just rest, you’ve done so much moving around relax with me.”

- Sweeps you into sweet dreams whether you want to sleep or not

- Will have his own wet dreams about you in your outfit

- Will go to the game and cheer with asmo to hype you up

- Likes seeing you set the ball to your teammates and how you can read their minds and direct the game

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bradshawssugarbaby · 4 months

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Don't Be A Tease - Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

summary: It's a hot summer day in San Diego, and you and Bradley are struggling to stay cool. Things only heat up further when Bradley sees your solution to beating the heat.

pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x reader

warnings/content: masturbating (m), swearing, unprotected p in v, praise kink,

word count: 1.1k

You sat out on the back porch of your house, the sun beating down on you as you licked your popsicle. It was ridiculously hot out in San Diego today, and you and your boyfriend were trying your best to beat the summer heat. Bradley was out, getting a few groceries and some floor fans to help keep the house cool where the air conditioner couldn’t reach.

You pushed your sunglasses up higher on your nose, leaning back in your lawn chair as you continued to eat your popsicle. You were dressed as coolly as possible - a pale blue halter top and skirt, your hair in braids to keep it off of your neck.

You dragged your tongue along your popsicle, the cherry flavoured, pink juice refreshing as you tried to keep cool.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

You turned your head to see Bradley’s tall, tanned frame standing to your left, his arms full of of groceries, his tight fitting sleeveless top, Hawaiian shirt and cargo short combo fitting his muscular body just right.

“I don’t know, baby,” you grinned at him, “you tell me.”

Bradley raised an eyebrow, laughing softly, “I’ll be out in a minute, babe. I’m just going to put this stuff away first.”

He walked back into the house and you continued to finish eating your popsicle before tossing the stick in the garbage can outside. You headed back inside to wash your hands, seeing that Bradley had finished putting everything away already. You called his name, trying to see where he’d gone to, but there was no response.

You wandered around the house, checking the bathroom and the living room before heading upstairs. You figured he was probably setting the fans up in your bedroom, because it was almost always so hot up there.

You reached for the handle, about to open the door, when you heard a soft grunting sound coming from the other side. You raised an eyebrow, opening it.

“Bradley? What are you..,oh,” you laughed softly, seeing Bradley with his hand down his boxers, his curls sticking to his forehead, dampened with sweat as he jumped, his hand remaining in place.

“Sorry, just, uh, just a sec, ok?” he started, his cheeks reddening as he spoke.

“Do you want some help?” you smirked, watching as he continued to stroke his cock, biting his lip hard as he stared at you standing in front of him.

You strolled over to the bed, sitting beside him as you watched him touch himself. You were getting way too much enjoyment out of this, and he knew it too. You were completely driving him wild, and you loved it.

“You know, you need to stop touching yourself if you want my help, baby.” you teased.

“If i have to stop what i’m doing, you won't be able to walk for the next week.” Bradley hissed.

You shrugged your shoulders, your grin matching his as you watched him, “I’ll take that.”

He grinned at you, his hazel eyes burning with lust as he pulled his hand out from underneath his boxer shorts, getting up onto his knees as he watched you. He gestured for you to get up onto your knees, your back facing him. You knew exactly what he wanted to do.

His hand rested on your lower back as you got on all fours in front of him, the other hand giving your ass a hard, firm smack as he watched you react. He slid your skirt up, revealing your lace thong. He slid them off down your legs, tilting his head down between them. He gently pushed your thighs open, his tongue dragging over your wet slit. You let out a loud moan as he flicked his tongue out at your clit.

You felt Bradley run the hardened tip of his cock along your slit, a soft groan escaping your lips.

Suddenly, Bradley pushed his tip inside of you, causing your body to jerk forward slightly. You took in a sharp breath as you adjusted to his size - he wasn’t small by any means, in more ways than one.

“You like that, pretty girl? Gonna be good for me now, honey?” he hissed, grinning as you gripped the sheets tightly.

You were about to answer him, but he began to thrust sharply into you, his body moving rhythmically with you, his tip hitting your spot with each and every thrust. He pounded into you, giving it to you as hard as you had ever gotten it before, and you were being driven completely wild by it.

“Fuck, Bradley!” you screamed as he continued to thrust into you.

You threw your head back, and you felt his hand grab a hold of your hair. He gave your hair a tug, pulling your head back to face his as he thrusted harder into you. He wanted to see your face, he loved seeing every look, every reaction, he loved seeing you when you were having sex. He’d watch so intently, and today was no exception.

“You feel so fucking good, honey, and you look like a fucking dream from here.” he grunted.

“Y-you’re gonna make me -” you started, your voice cut off by screams.

Bradley continued to thrust hard and fast, his movements becoming sloppier as he got closer to his own climax. You knew you were almost as your breaking point, and you could feel your whole body shake with ecstasy as he pounded into your spot.

“Let go for me, pretty girl”, he hissed into your ear, his hand pulling your hair tightly again.

Practically on cue, you felt your body tense up, unable to control yourself any longer. Bradley grunted loudly as your juices covered his cock, his own orgasm following not far behind yours.

Your bodies moved simultaneously together as you rode it out, a flurry of moans and swear words escaping both of your mouths as you finished together. You whined softly as Bradley pulled out of you, his lips gently kissing your shoulder as he stroked your hair.

He leaned forward to your ear, whispering softly into it, you could practically hear his signature cheeky grin in his words.

“Next time, beautiful, don’t tease me like that.”

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bamsara · 2 years

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Hey! I thought your talk on stream about your go-bag and what's in it was interesting, but I process text better than audio, so I was wondering if you had advice on putting one together? It's fine if you'd rather not! Thanks either way!

Okay! Note that some of these things are gearing up in prep for sudden homelessness or natural disaster (tornados, personally) but some are just generally good things on hand you might need to keep. Also, some tips involve a car, skip those if they dont apply.

You're going to want a backpack or duffle bag with comfortable enough straps that are thick and sturdy enough to hold the weight of everything you are carrying while also keeping you balanced. I got my blue one at a charity give away for students in poverty, those heavy duty school bags for textbooks, but you can thrift the same bags for around $5-$10, at least in my area.

What I have in the front pockets, in smaller ziplock bags:

Ziplock bag of first aid supplies (bandaids, gauze, sterile wipes, ect)

Small hand sanitizer, bottle or wipes.

Baby wipes, water based.

Matches

Small travel deoderant, small travel shampoo, travel hairbrush, and the bare minimal needed for a 'freshed up look' of make up like concealer, mascera, and face wash. Good for spucing up for job interviews if you end up in a situation where you're living out of your car, and can't acsess a full bathroom.

Menustration products. Pack SEVERAL if you are someone who bleeds, or a few if you just want some on hand just in case for someone else you are with.

Mouthwash, toothbrush and toothpaste. If you don't have enough room, opt for mouthwash/toothpaste combo, and just rub it on your teeth.

Self-protection, dependant on what you prefer. I keep pepper spray and a tazor in the car at all times, and in the bag if not out in the console.

Pocket knife and scissors. You never know when you might need to cut something.

If you can get some and they fit in the bag: Gloves meant for gardening. Thick enough to protect you if you go dumpster diving. I have a list of tips of safe and legal dumpster diving here.

What I keep in the main pocket of the bag:

A large gallon ziplock baggy with emergency clothes in it, consisting of: Pants, short sleeve T-shirt, and 3 pairs of underwear/socks. If you can fit it, slip a long-sleeve shirt in there as well. Keep a 'nice shirt' like a button up or something 'nice casual' in there for job interviews.

You're going to want a jacket in your go-bag, but since they can be bulky, it might be best to just leave one in your car. Also good for when you're out somewhere and just get cold suddenly.

RAIN! I have a small one-person umbrella in the side pocket of my bag, and a yellow poncho from walmart in main pocket. I recommend having both, but its fine if you just can fit one.

A bag of COMFY clothes, aside from the intial emergency clothes. For me, I call it the pajamma bag, which just has a pair of sweatpants, T-shirt and fuzzy socks.

FOOD AND WATER. I keep ziplock baggies of non-perishable food in the bag like: granola bars, slim jims, fruit gummies, cans of preserved fruit, ect. You need to pack at least 2 bottles of water. I think I freaked out Twitch stream a little bit when I pulled out 6 bottles of water out of the bag, but I'm telling you: the more water you can carry, the better.

The 'entertainment satchel', which is basically anything that you can do that doesn't require electricity like your phone does that can keep you busy. For me, it's a ziplock bag of a journal/sketchbook with some colored pens. This can be a small book or something.

A sewing kit. One of those travel ones, the tiny tin ones. Comes in handy plenty of times.

A water-tight folder/baggie that will protect legal documents for you. You probably wont keep them in the car, but if you can grab them on your way out, keep them safe in something they can't get damaged in.

A portable battery, a cord for charging your phone and extra wall thingie to plug it into. You can get a decent battery for around 20 bucks on amazon, and your car and public spaces like a library can let you charge your phone.

PETS! If you have a pet with you, PLEASE pack the things needed for them ahead of time in your go-bag. Doggy bags and treats and food and the like. I'm a cat person, so I keep three ziplock baggies: one with treats, a large one with food, and one with cat litter in it. You can usually grab a cardboard box by a dumpster for a make-shift litterbox if need be.

Depending on who you talk to, money may or may not be a smart thing to keep in your bag, but I say keep at least $50 of cash in there for absolute emergencies, if you can afford to store it.

An extra pair of shoes. If they don't fit in the bag, you can store them in the car, or tie them to hang off the bag if you really need them.

Also, not really go-bag related, but I suggest keeping a blanket in your car. If you don't have a car, they make blankets with straps that you can attatch to your backpack, or you can take a long sock or piece of fabric, wrap it around a rolled up blanket, and tie it to your bag. It might not look aesthetic, but it'll be worth it to have it.

Change out the items in your bag every couple months, usually as it starts to get colder or hotter. Currently I'm changing out my stuff from summer items to winter items, like warmer clothes and what not, so I had the bag already near me to show twitch chat. Thanks for everyone that came by Twitch chat and talked by the way, it was fun!

#sara shush #go-bag #go bag tips

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rafesgoldrings · 10 months

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missing you and trophy wife reader sm rn give us some crumbles 🤭

Hi bby, i’ve missed you sm (and it’s like every time I start missing trophy wife reader, someone sends a request for it😭) there is a scene in this where Rafe preforms a sexual activity on reader while she’s sleeping but he has prior consent to do so, please either skip this scene or do not read this if that makes you uncomfortable! The scene will be in bold

Rafe decides that since it’s finally Summer and the both of you have been working so hard at the company, it’s time for a vacation. He gets everything in order, makes sure things will still function normally when you’re both gone for a month, tells his guy that’s out in charge when he’s absent to call if nothing happens, and then takes you shopping. While you’re picking out new clothes and bikinis in one store, he’s at another picking out some new lingerie and toys for you. His wardrobe was fine, there was no need to get anything new that would just fill up more space, but you always insisted you didn’t have enough clothes and practically dragged him shopping. He wasn’t complaining when he walked out with about 6 bags of new things to use on you, the two of you met up again and you gave him a look.

The kind of look that screams ‘you’re up to no good but i’m not saying anything’, but the two of you finished up your shopping and went home to begin packing. He took you to your vacation home in the Bahamas, settled right on the beach with a gorgeous view. The sounds of the ocean being heard from every location in the house mixed with the salty air and gentle breeze setting the vibe perfectly. You’d unpacked everything and went to get some groceries to hold you over for the next few days until you went and got the rest of what you’d need, it was fairly late by then so you decided to watch a movie. You rested your head in his lap and fell asleep halfway through like always. Of course a sex scene has to play, it’s not even good. Mediocre at best Rafe thinks, but the combo of the sounds from the screen and the feeling of your head moving against his cock every so often has him rock hard.

**He knows you won’t mind if he uses your mouth, you’ve told him before how hot you’d find it to wake up with his cock inside you. He tries to ignore the throbbing he feels, but it gets to be too much and so turns the tv off before he carefully pulls his cock from his sweatpants and begins stroking it. He moves your head just a smidge so that he can part your lips and slide his cock inside, letting out a small groan at the feeling. You let out a small moan and Rafe’s eyes widen thinking you’re awake, he lets out a sigh of relief when your eyes remain closed and you make no indication of being awake. He starts to softly fuck your face, one tangled in your hair as the other goes to pull your tits from the soft cotton tank top you had on. The sight of your nipples hardening and goosebumps covering your body brings him to his orgasm, shooting his load down your throat. This wakes you up and causes you to panic at first, not quite knowing what was going on. “You’re okay baby, just couldn’t wait. Needed this pretty fucking mouth on my cock” Rafe assures you, smiling when you relax and look up at him with tired eyes. You swallow it all and his cock pulls out of your mouth with a ‘pop’.**

You sit up and pull your top off completely before pulling off your panties. He grips your hips and helps pull you into his lap, you reach between your bodies and guide the tip of his cock to your dripping slit and slowly push it inside. He keeps pushing until he bottoms out, staying still to let you adjust first before roughly thrusting up into you. You bounce your hips trying to match his pace, but you’re still too tired so he uses his hands to bounce you up and down. His lips attach to your tits that are bouncing around in his face with each rough thrust he gives you, he marks them and licks at them savoring the way your soft skin feels against his tongue.

You reach down to begin rubbing your clit, the feeling in your stomach growing more and more intense. Rafe knows you’re close, can see it on your face and can feel it with the way your pussy squeezes him so tight. Sucking him in and matching the same greediness you held in terms of his cock. He suddenly flips you so that you’re now on your back, pushing your legs to your chest and pounding into you so hard that you know you’ll wake up sore. You lean your head up and capture his lips in a rough kiss, teeth clashing and tongues twisting together as you moan into each others mouths. Your head falls back into the couch cushion, his lips moving to kiss your throat and neck, as your orgasm washes over you. Eyes screwed shut, small whimpers and pants slipping through your lips, Rafe’s name filling the room as you cry out. He feels you squirting around him, clenching so fucking tight and pulls away from your neck to watch your tight, wet hole stretch around him, and that sends him over the edge. His head falls back into the crook of your neck, the soft skin muffling his loud grunts and groans as he fills you up. It’s pornographic, the way you both look and the sounds currently filling the room, and Rafe has never been so happy for the cameras that record it all.

You both lie there, skin sticky with sweat and arousal, out of breath and tired, just enjoying the way you feel like this. You feel him go soft and pull out of you which causes you to let out a whine from the loss of fullness, he chuckles and watches his seed leak out of you. “Tsk tsk princess, can’t let this go to waste can we? Let me just…” he trails off, taking two of his fingers and stuffing the cum back into you before pulling your panties back on. You moan at the feeling, squirming and clenching your thighs together while he just laughs at you.

“Let’s go to bed baby, bet you’re real tired after that yeah?” you nod, letting out a small yawn which causes him to do the same. He scoops you into his arms and you bury your face into his neck. You hear the door open and Rafe take a few steps before you’re placed in the soft and cool comfort of the king sized bed. ‘Thank god for cooling bedsheets and comforters’ you think to yourself, the sweltering heat outside was almost unbearable when the wind wasn’t blowing and you weren’t in the water or in front of a fan. Rafe slides in the bed next to you, placing a kiss to the top of your head before turning the lights off.

“Goodnight baby, sleep well. I love you” but you were already out, he quietly chuckles to himself and pulls out his phone to lower the brightness. But curiosity gets the best of him…so he opens the security camera app, goes to the recently recorded videos, and saves the one of him fucking you senseless to him phone. He’d have to watch that one later when your needy pussy wasn’t there for him to bury his cock inside when he needed it.

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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Older h having a business dinner and taking pretty girl and she’s nervous but excited to dress up fancy next to him :( dressed in her nice dress and heels :( and she holds he bicep walking into the restaurant together :(( whispering in his ear asking what the difffernt hors d’oeuvres are :(( and making friends with the other girls there :(( and h is so proud of her his pretty perfect girl :(

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Harry pretended as if he wasn't sneaking peeks through the bathroom mirror as he trailed back and forth over the tile, tie hanging limply around his neck as he took his time knotting it. (Y/N) was still perfecting the styling of her hair, a hot tool in hand as she twisted and turned in the mirror, brows knitted in concentration at every angle. The very tip of her tongue stretched out between her lips as she pinched a section of hair between her fingers, tracing the tool over the strands in a careful run.

"Do you need help with that, H?" (Y/N) chirped, dropping the now styled bit of hair as she flicked her gaze to the man pacing behind her.

Her eyes traveled over the set he had donned for the company dinner party he was escorting her to, the same reaction she had given when he first shrugged into the crisp button up and well-tailored pants. The sleek grey lines of his suit were different than the casual blazer combos he tended to prefer when he took her out on more extravagant dates, but the polarity seemed just what was drawing her eye to the way he fiddled about.

"No, I've got it," he told her, biting back his smile, "I jus' keep getting distracted."

It was the way he looked at her that told her exactly what was stealing his attention, leaving (Y/N) to grow flustered as she dropped her gaze in the mirror. "Sorry," she told him, now mimicking the way he had to sink his teeth into his bottom lip to stave off a sheepish smile.

"Don't be sorry," he smiled, finally relenting and finishing the knot of his tie, "'S a good distraction. You're looking very pretty already."

"I'm not even finished yet," she said, placing the hot tool down now that she'd perfected the bits she could spy in the mirror, "I still have to finish my makeup and get dressed."

Trailing his gaze down her hair, Harry spotted a stray section that didn't match the pattern she had created with the hot tool. "Exactly," he smiled, reaching around her for her styling tool of choice while it was still hot, "Y'can only get even prettier from here, which doesn't seem possible, but y'prove me wrong every time."

"What are you doing?" she asked, following his hands as he took the styling tool behind her back.

"Jus' missed a piece," he mumbled, pinching the section in question. After all the times he'd seen her do the same thing to her hair, it wasn't hard to figure out how to operate the tool as he went in careful, timed runs over the pieces. "Have y'picked out your dress yet?" he asked her, distracted some as he worked.

"Huh?"

Harry had to bite back his laugh at her response. He flicked his gaze up to match hers in the mirror while he continued his work on her hair. "Your dress. I know y'were between those two, have y'decided yet?"

"Oh, sorry," she said, blinking harshly as if to regain her attention from where she began daydreaming with him in the rearview. "I haven't picked yet, no. I need to before I do my makeup, though, but I just don't know."

Pursing his lips, Harry combed through her hair with his fingers as he searched for any other stray strands. "What's making it hard to decide?"

"I don't know," she mused, staying still with the help of his hand on her shoulder as he reached for a tucked away section at the back of her neck, "I don't—Neither of them... I don't know."

Finished with his impromptu styling session, Harry replaced the hot tool on the counter before unplugging the cord. Looking to her face, he noticed too much apprehension there to be the same girl that he had woken up beside this morning. He didn't like seeing her flounder for her words like that or pluck at the stray string on her bathrobe (it was his, really, but she was borrowing it).

"What's the matter, hm?" he crooned, dropping his arms to loop around her waist with his chin carefully tucking into her neck.

"Nothing."

All it took was a look with a raised brow to get her to reform her answer.

"Those dresses," she started with a sigh, "I usually wear those to work things—interning fairs, or interviews, or whatever professional stuff I have to look nice for. I don't really... like them that much but I don't want to look so young compared to everything there. Especially with what happened the last time I went to your office."

Harry sighed, pouting now that he heard the cause of her nerves. It wasn't a surprise to hear this, but he had figured since she hadn't voiced any of these concerns prior, not even as recently as this afternoon, that she had been lucky to skip over it. But, picturing the dressed laid out on his bed, he remembered thinking they did look out of place in his pretty girl's wardrobe, the kind of garments she wouldn't hold to the front of her closet unless she felt the occasion called for a peplum waist or a pencil skirt.

"Pretty," he crooned, using his grip on her waist to turn her in his arms until he could get a good look at her without the help of a reflection. "Y'don't want to wear either of those?"

"Not really, but—"

He shook his head as soon as he heard her conjunction. "Then y'don't have to wear either of them, okay? Don't worry about what anyone else will be wearing, or thinking, or anything. I want y'to feel comfortable and pretty. That's all that matters."

"But, last time—"

"Remember what we talked about with that? That they don't matter, because we love one another and we don't care about any of that?" It still stung a bit to talk about what happened the last time she got in her head about what their age gap meant, but he knew it was the only way to reference how easy it was to let go of those concerns.

"I know," she peeked up at him through the fan of her lashes, "I'm scared, though."

"What are y'scared of, sweetheart?" he prodded, his hands dropping to her hips to give a reassuring squeeze to the doughy fullness.

She shook her head, dropping her gaze to where the knot of his tie was slightly crooked. (Y/N) busied her nervous hands by loosening the length of fabric and retying his off-kilter not. "I don't want anyone to be mean to me—or us. I want them to like me."

Harry pet one of his hands down the length of her back, using the spread of his palm to hold her closer to his chest as she worked on his tie. "No one is going to be mean to you, lovely. I promise. 'M going to be there the whole time, and there's no reason for anyone to say anything like that to you, again. I wouldn't take y'somewhere where I thought y'wouldn't have fun or be happy."

"I know," she murmured, her fingers slowing as she threaded the folds of fabric together.

"Then, trust me, pretty. I've got you. You and me, right?"

A delicate smile touched at her features at his words. "Yeah. You and me."

He didn't hesitate to then cradle her cheeks in his hands, tipping her head up just so that he could seal his lips over hers. The contact was sweet, affectionate in the way he carefully held her with the melt of his lips over her pout. Drawing away only to nudge the tip of his nose against hers in a puppy's kiss had (Y/N) smiling up again, bright and lovely as the way he woke with her.

"C'mon," he beckoned her, walking her back to his bedroom with guiding steps, "We've got to pick out a dress for you, right?"

"Okay," she sighed dreamily up to him, hesitating before spinning around in his arms and holding her hand in his. She skated her gaze completely over the dresses laid out on his bed, the professional garments he was going to find a way to shove to the back of her closet now that he knew the intention behind picking them out in the first place. Just before she led him to cross the threshold of his wardrobe with her, (Y/N) perked up with a bounce in her step. She dropped his hand only to turn on her heel towards him. "You still have that white dress you got me a couple of weeks ago here, right?"

"Should be somewhere back there, I think," Harry pointed out, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips at the excitement returning to her.

"You don't think it's too much, right?" she asked, pulling the hanger from the rod to show off the gown he'd purchased on her behalf weeks prior.

The cowl neckline of the dress made way for the sleeves to drop down, the bands of fabric aiming to drape over the mid of her bicep. Clean, white runs of fabric made up the cinched bodice before the line hit her hips, flaring into something looser to follow the line of her legs. The effect would give the skirt a flourish with every step she made. Harry's favorite bit about the whole piece, was the slit that ran over one side, high enough he could already imagine the length of thigh that would be unveiled.

"Y'feel pretty in it? Like yourself?" he questioned, leaning against the doorjamb as he gazed at her.

It was immediate the way she gave him a shy smile, nodding her head.

"Then it's perfect."

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"One more kiss before we go?"

(Y/N)'s pleading was unwarranted, Harry having already been leaning over the center console the second he heard the word kiss fall from her lips. After getting her dressed up and being her second in command while she finished her makeup, the drive over had been full of his pretty girl singing along to whatever song she had plugged into his speakers. Watching the way she blossomed into herself the second she settled into her skin instead of trying to navigate her way into something more 'professional' had made his heart ache. There was no need to beg for a kiss when she had him moments away from falling to his knees in worship.

Fitting his hand around the back of her neck, he pressed his lips to hers in an adoring kiss. The slip of her lip gloss pillowed over his own mouth, the scent of raspberries and sugar lingering in her kiss. Given the fact the gala had started a half an hour ago and Harry was an executive who should be there to make the rounds and greet everyone, there wasn't much time to spend making out in his car despite how much he may have wanted to.

Giving her one more peck against her pout, Harry pulled away with a small smile on his lips.

"Ready?" he murmured, forcing himself to keep from being drawn in by the sheen of glitter covering her eyelids.

"Ye—Wait," she cut herself off, a pinch returning to the middle of her brows as she gazed down at his lips. Cradling his cheeks in her hands, she used the pads of her thumbs to carefully trace over his mouth. She worked diligently, not even skipping a beat when he broke into a smile at her actions. Once she was finished, she raised her fingers up for him to catch the sweet, sheer raspberry hue that had transferred from her lips to his own, glitter and all. "There—now we're ready," she said, using a discarded napkin from the glove compartment to clean her hands.

"Thank you, pretty," he told her, resisting the urge to smooth a kiss over her lips once more. He wouldn't have minded having her raspberry kiss on his lips for all to see, but he knew she was trying to make a good impression on his colleagues. He'd get those kisses later, anyway.

After opening her door for her and ensuring she stayed upright on the teetering heels she was test-running for the first time that night (something he advised against, knowing her feet were going to be beyond sore by the end of the party), Harry offered her his arm. He watched as a bright smile bloomed on her features—just the reaction he had hoped for.

"Thank you," she peeped, threading her hand around the bulk of his muscle with her delicate hold.

He only dropped a kiss to the top of her head in response.

Harry escorted her through the private parking garage that was offered to the associates of his company, leading to a pair of grandiose double doors that were flanked with venue workers wearing white gloves. The venue was a new one for this year's party, seeing as how the company had grown exponentially in the past year and a half. While the occasions were usually sprawling and extravagant, this one was especially so. The heightened dress code came as a request from the head of the company after having picked out the venue, wanting to match the ambiance of the crystalline chandeliers that hung over their heads after stepping over the threshold.

(Y/N) stumbled in her steps beside him as she craned her neck to catch every detail of the space around them. "You always have parties here?" she asked in a hushed whisper, aware of the concierge escorting them to the hall where the gala was taking place.

"Never here before, but usually fancy enough," he mumbled back, a quiet smile on his features as he watched her, "'S pretty, right?"

"So pretty. Now I don't feel so overdressed."

As soon as the set of doors housing the party were pushed open with a polite "Have a wonderful night" from their attendant, (Y/N) could feel her eyes widen at what lay before her. Harry had told her it was one of the more important occasions for the company when he had invited her, and she knew there was a dress code in place to ensure that everyone lived up to the ambiance of the space, but she couldn't have expected something like this.

Maybe it was because she was so used to sticky-floored bars, sweaty clubs, and rowdy frat houses, but there was no way she could have ever dreamt up the idea of her attending a party at a place like this. Those same chandeliers she had been entranced by out in the halls were now stationed on cords above their heads, twinkling like stars with every string of glass gently swaying to a song no one else could hear. Waiters in black tie were going around with trays of hors d'oeuvres and flutes with bubbling champagne. Rounded dinner tables were dotted around the space in wait of the coursed meal that was to be brought out later along with a string of speeches by executives of the company (Harry had opted out, not one for public speaking at this scale). Everything was elegant down to the lacquered woods under their feet, to the centerpieces adorning the tables, and the twinkling music playing through the discreet speakers packed into the space.

"Want a drink?" he asked with his head ducked down to her ear, "Or do y'want to meet people first?"

"Drink first," she answered automatically, hand tightening around his arm. While many of her nerves had been quelled by the help of her man, there was still some tickling the back of her mind at the sight of so many people with expectations of her slated in the room.

"Alright," he laughed, guiding her towards the set of tables stationed around the space, "Lets get y'settled in and then I'll get y'something to drink, okay?"

"Thank you," she murmured, following him as he scanned over the space.

Cards were placed all around the tables, set in front of each chair with a name scripted through as a seating chart. (Y/N) followed along as he beelined towards one of the front most tables, closest to the raised stage that would house the speeches for the night. It was there she found a card with Harry Styles scrawled in elegant, gilded script. For the seat just beside him was a card with her own name on it. She was definitely taking both of those home in her purse before they left.

"Wait right here for me, alright?" he asked her, pulling out her chair at the empty table, "What did y'want from the bar?"

"What do they have?"

"Probably wine and champagne mostly. Do y'want me to check if they have anything mixed?"

(Y/N) shook her head at his offer, not wanting to cause any more work for him. "Do you think they have a prosecco?" she asked as she pulled her purse from her shoulder, the bag being settled in her lap.

"I'm sure they do," he smiled at her, knowing that it was him who had introduced her to the drink, "The sweetest one they've got, right?"

"Yes, please."

"You've got it, sweetheart," he beamed, dimples deep before he dropped his head to press a delicate kiss to the top of her head, "I'll be right back."

With that, he was off in search of the bar that was pouring up each of the delicate flutes of alcohol. (Y/N) allowed her gaze to trail over the space, spotting the small groups and couplings chatting away. Seeing the dresses and gowns adorning the other women in attendance, she was relieved Harry had convinced her to stray from the business ready garments she'd condemned herself to. She was perfectly dressed within the realm of what the others were wearing, if not on the tamer side given the piles of tulle and crystals seated around.

On instinct, she pulled out her phone after a few moments, undoing the clasp of her bag to field the notifications dotting her screen. Just as she began scrolling through the groupchat of her next group presentation, the sound of someone pulling out the chair beside her had her gaze flicking upwards.

A man she didn't recognize had taken Harry's carded spot, light brown eyes gleaming at her with a styled coif of blonde hair on his head. His teeth seemed too white to be natural as he smiled at her, leaning his chin on his fist as he immediately got comfortable beside her.

"Hi, how are you?" he smoothly started, catching (Y/N) off guard with the familiarity he was treating her with right away.

"I'm doing well, thank you," she offered politely, "Um—I'm sorry, but who—"

"Right, I'm sorry," he laughed off with a shake of his head, the gel in his hair glittering in the light, "I should have started with that, I think I just got distracted. I'm Charlie, Denise's brother."

"Oh," (Y/N) sounded, not knowing who Denise was but not really caring to find out through this guy, "Nice to meet you, Charlie. I'm (Y/N)."

"Nice to meet you," he beamed at her, reaching out to catch one of her hands in a gentle shake. (Y/N) slipped her hand away when she swore she could see him thinking about pressing a kiss to it. "Do you work with my sister?"

"No, I don't," she disclosed, looking out in the direction she thought the bar had been in, "I'm actually here as a plus one."

"Oh, really? Who are you with?"

A static shift was felt behind her then, like the feeling of someone entering a room that hadn't been there prior. "She's with me," Harry answered, a stern edge to his tone. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder then, palm warm against her skin as Harry ducked down with a decidedly more gentle look on his face. "Got the sweetest one they had, love. Let me know if y'want something else," he told her as he passed the wine glass off, pressing a delicate kiss to the apple of her cheek despite the prying eyes trained on them.

"Mr. Styles, I didn't know you were coming tonight," Charlie bleated, standing from his chair with a less than confident aura he started with.

"I didn't know you were coming either, Charlie."

(Y/N) had to tuck her smile away behind the rim of her glass at the sound of Harry's voice. If she didn't know any better, she wouldn't have detected anything but measured pleasantness, but she could hear the lilt in his voice as he spat out Charlie's name.

Charlie awkwardly toed at the ground for a moment, making a point to miss Harry's eye contact before he dropped his gaze down to (Y/N). "It was nice to meet you, (Y/N)."

Before she could offer any kind of response, he was bolting away. (Y/N) didn't bother to figure out where he was going before she twisted in her spot with a crane of her neck to face Harry. "What was that about, huh?"

Harry rolled his eyes, taking his rightful spot beside her now that it was vacant. "We told Denise he wasn't invited. He always starts trouble, and harasses anyone he deems pretty enough to hit on."

"Why was he so scared of you?" (Y/N) laughed out, remembering the way Charlie's eyes all but bugged out of his head at the sight of her boyfriend. She knew he could be intimidating, but it was hard to picture her teddybear boyfriend as anything scary—at least to her.

"I brought m'sister one time, and he would not leave her alone until I had to scream at him outside. Denise said he was crying on the way home about how mean I am." He couldn't resist another roll of his eyes but (Y/N) could see amusement edging the annoyance.

To be fair, if he had been bothering Gemma enough for her to need her brother's help, (Y/N) was more than sure that Charlie deserved the lashing Harry gave him.

"Anyway," he started after taking a sip of his darker liquor, "Your drink alright?"

(Y/N) happily nodded after her own drink, the bubbles sweet and peach-scented as they popped through her system. "It's perfect. Thank you, H."

"Of course, sweetheart," he smiled, petting a hand over her hair in lieu of drawing her in for a kiss like usual, "Ready to meet some people then? I promise they're not all like Charlie."

"I think so," she settled, pinching the stem of her glass as a lifeline as she followed to stand beside Harry.

"We'll only really talk to m'favorites, alright?" he whispered to her, offering his arm up once more to escort her through the hall, "Gotta introduce y'to everyone to be nice, but after that we'll ditch them and we only have to talk to m'friends."

(Y/N) let out a small laugh at the mention of his plan. It was nice to know that he didn't expect her to be best friends with everyone here, either.

"Harry, you made it!" a chipper voice caught (Y/N)'s attention.

A man with dark hair and a matching stubble gave her boyfriend a bright smile, beckoning him over to the small group that had been forming just off to the other side of the stage. A blonde woman dressed in a deep green gown was at his side, along with a few other people who looked just as happy to see Harry. He slipped his arm out of her reach just long enough to shake hands and hug the group they joined. (Y/N) took the opportunity to gulp down half of her prosecco.

She absently noted the small talk that started up between he and his colleagues before he made a pointed step back to join her ranks once more. Instead of the offered arm he'd been giving her all night, he carefully wrapped it around her waist with her being tucked into his side.

"Everyone, this is (Y/N)," he introduced her with a bright smile, dimples and all, "(Y/N), this is Jeff, his wife Glenne, Ben, Jenny, and Alexa." Harry made the round, pointing out each face to go with the name offered. She hoped she would be able to remember these people at least, this being the group that Harry seemed to like the most.

"Hi," she offered, a wave of her hand accompanying the gesture. She suddenly felt shy under everyone's attention, unsure of what she could say that could be interesting to this group of people.

"It's nice to finally meet you," Jeff's wife perked up, stepping away from her husband with an offered hand to shake, "He talks about you all the time."

(Y/N) couldn't stop the bright smile that ticked up her lips. "Really?" she asked, craning her neck to look up at her boyfriend who only shook his head with a lopsided smile.

"Constantly," Jeff chirped, elbowing Harry with a prodding grin, "He's been very nervous about tonight, haven't you, H?"

"Alright, I thought we would do this later, at least," Harry shook his head, "I haven't even finished m'drink."

"I'm sure you will soon enough—if you plan on having a replay of last year, anyway," the woman (Y/N) is halfway sure was named Alexa piped up, a dark brow raised over her glimmering eyes.

"Alexa," Harry warned, the threat coming out like a cloud with the grit that was lost through his smile, "We're not telling those stories, yet."

"What stories?" (Y/N) perked up, looking to Harry whose cheeks began to burn red.

"He hasn't told you?" Jeff laughed out, "Harry, I can't believe you haven't told her any of that."

Standing in the middle of Harry interacting with his friends, listening in as he shared jokes with her that she was sure he'd rather had been kept hidden, (Y/N) felt any unease that had followed her there begin to melt. How was she supposed to be worried about what they would think of her dress, or nails, or hair when this small group of people was already so excited to meet her and share the best parts of Harry with her.

Hopefully they were sat at their table, too.

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"Does anything look good, love?"

Harry's arm wrapped around her shoulder squeezed just enough as he peeked at the desert menu clutched in her hands. He had been kind enough to order for her with every course of their main meal, even with his colleagues seated around them, leaving her to pick out one of the deserts for herself. The confections were being carted around on trays much like the appetizers earlier, but (Y/N) had a hard time catching where any of the waiters had wandered off to after the ending of the dinner speeches.

"The strawberry shortcake looks good, but I don't know where anyone is," she told him, her chances of spotting the desert slimming even more as guests began to mingle again, leaving the safety of their tables. Even their table had vacated some after the last speech had been given and plates were cleared away (unfortunately, Harry's friends had been scattered all over the hall, leaving (Y/N) to do another round of introductions and much less fun small talk).

"I can find it for you, if y'want," he murmured to her, taking advantage of the growing privacy now that they were the only two at the table as he pressed a kiss to her cheek.

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking up at him through the fan of her lashes, "We can share if you want, so you're not just getting up for me again."

"Don't worry about that, sweetheart, okay? 'M jus' happy you're having a good time, I don't mind getting up for you," he told her, sweetened words wrapping around her as she warmed under his attention.

"Get something for yourself too then, while you're up," she told him, something edging on stern flicking to her tone, "Please, H?"

"Alright, alright," he faux-sighed, relenting into her request as if she were asking the world of him, "I'll get the brownie, (Y/N), jeez."

"Stop, don't be mean," she laughed, leaning into him, "I want you to have fun, too."

"I am, I am, promise," he murmured to her, drawing close enough to steal her breath.

A gentle brush of the tip of his nose against hers had a small smile touching at her features before Harry's own mouth melted into a kiss against hers. This was the first real kiss they'd shared since walking into the hall, leaving (Y/N) wilting into the contact after what felt like days without his affection. It wasn't until moments like these that she realized just how much she loved kissing him, even if it was juvenile the way they locked themselves in his bedroom just to makeout.

"I'll be right back," he mumbled into her kiss before giving her one last parting peck.

(Y/N) would never admit to the dreamy sigh that left her lips as she watched him walk away, heart full for him.

Left alone at the table with none of Harry's familiar friends in sight, (Y/N) instinctively began puttering through her purse for her phone. But, she didn't get very far before someone stole the chair beside her (not Harry's, at least). Unlike the blonde head of hair she feared had made his way back to her, (Y/N) was greeted with a woman dressed in a white dress, long dark hair down her back with matching dark eyes. A bright streak of red painted her smiling lips as she took her in.

"You're Harry's date, right?" she started off, pleasant smile on her features that matched her voice.

"I'm his girlfriend, yeah," (Y/N) elaborated, her hands in her lap fiddling with the case on her phone.

"I'm Kaeleen. I work in Harry's division," she offered, tone bubbly as she reached out a hand to shake, "I love your dress, by the way."

"Oh, wow, thank you," (Y/N) beamed, easing some at the compliment, "I was just going to tell you the same thing. We kind of match with the white and all."

"That's what I was thinking! Even with our nails and everything," Kaeleen smiled, perking up in her seat before settling with her chin in her hands, glittery eyes trained in (Y/N)'s direction. "You and Harry are really sweet together, by the way, if you don't mind me saying."

"No, I don't mind, thank you." The praise was getting to (Y/N) with her stretched grin and happy heart. "I'll have to tell him you said that. He's been trying really hard to make sure I'm having a good time tonight, so I think he'll be happy to hear that."

"Since he's my boss, I only see him serious a lot of the time," she continued animatedly, "He's not mean or anything, but there's that line, you know? None of us have ever really seen him so... relaxed before. It's really nice."

"He can be pretty reserved, yeah," (Y/N) nodded, thinking about her man and his tendencies to grow a little shy at times, "But that makes me happy he seems relaxed around me, thank you."

"Of course," Kaeleen offered, scanning her gaze along the room, "Have you gotten to meet anyone else tonight?"

"Mostly Harry's colleagues, like Jeff and Alexa and everyone," she prattled, trying to spot familiar faces hoping that their names would come to her, "And a few other people, but we've mostly kept to ourselves."

"Have you met Charlie?" The scrunched look on Kaeleen's face told (Y/N) she had a similar story hiding underneath her question.

"Unfortunately, yes."

Kaeleen let out a bodied laugh. "Did he come onto you too?" she asked after she brought herself down.

"As soon as I walked in. Harry was getting me a drink and I guess that was just me begging for company," (Y/N) rolled her eyes, happy to have found a common ground with her.

"He's the worst," Kaeleen agreed, tossing a layer of dark hair over her golden shoulder, "Have you met any of the other execs?"

"I don't think so?" she mused, "But, I'm really bad with names, so I might have but forgot already."

"Well I hope you haven't, because Harry's one of the only nice ones, pretty much."

"Really?"

Kaeleen only nodded her head as if she had a plethora just under the surface. "You should come sit with me and some of the other ladies," she bubbled, gesturing behind her to one of the round tables packed with chairs stolen from other arrangements to seat all of the women chattering away, "We've all been hoping we could get a chance to talk to you. I can tell you all the gossip about the office, too."

(Y/N) couldn't help the bright smile on her features. Maybe it was silly, but the offer had her grinning large enough creases appeared around her eyes and she could feel the way her skin warmed at her cheeks. "Really?"

"Of course!" Kaeleen beamed, "If you're alright with leaving Harry for a little while, I'll save a seat for you and everything."

Just then, the man in question made his reappearance in the form of a gentle hand on her shoulder, rings and painted nails catching the corner of her eye. (Y/N) looked up towards him as he placed her plated desert in front of her. "H?"

He didn't hesitate before he was dipping his head to be level with her glossy lips. "Hm?"

"I—I think I'm going to go sit with some of the girls, if that's alright?" she murmured to him, unable to bite back her smile.

"Of course, it is, sweetheart." He gave her a curl of his lips that matched her own, something proud edging beside his dimples. "I'll go sit with Jeff and everyone then, alright? Y'have fun, pretty. Y'come get me when you're ready to go."

"Okay," she quietly chirped, "Love you."

"I love you, too, pretty girl."

She couldn't help herself before a kiss was pressed to the warmth of his cheek, his smile stretching under her lips as he lent into the contact.

(Y/N) felt his eyes on her as she followed Kaeleen with her plate of strawberry shortcake in hand. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him looking at her with hearts in his eyes and her raspberry kiss on his cheek. She was sure her pupils had turned into hearts at the sight.

Tonight was a good night.

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"Harry, stop moving," (Y/N) laughed out, pulling her pink clay covered fingers away from his face as he couldn't stop squirming.

"But, 's cold," he whined, sounding just as petulant as he was acting.

"So? I got my mask on and it was just as cold," she scolded him, her tone losing all authority as it slipped through her smile, "I'm almost done, anyway. Just stay still for a second."

Taking a deep breath, Harry flexed an attitude as he settled with a huffed fine before pouting his lips. She only shook her head, using the pads of her fingers to spread the clay face mask over his skin.

They'd only been back at Harry's place for twenty minutes, but (Y/N) had worked quick to get out of her dress and wipe her face clean of makeup. Now, clad in one of Harry's shirts and a pair of underwear, styled hair thrown atop her head, she had wanted to do something to soothe her skin after the long night with a full face of makeup. It didn't take much for Harry to relent to joining in with her, settling on the closed toilet lid as she fished out the trio of jars holding face masks she wanted to play with for the night. She had gone first, explaining to Harry what each mixture did for her skin and where she planned on putting it on his face. He had been so sweet and patient listening to her, but the second she stood between his legs and started on his own mask, that had gone out the window.

Harry braced himself with his hands on either of her thighs, fingertips denting her flesh as he tipped his head up towards her. His dramatics quelled some as she began to spread the mask over his nose, following the bridge up to his forehead. She was only halfway aware of the flutter of his eyes opening as she worked, the fan of his lashes extending up to his brows as he looked up at her with glittery irises.

His hand on her thigh trailed up the curve of her side, following the dip of her waist through the fabric of her borrowed shirt. He stopped only when he found the slope of her neck, fingers fitting themselves around the back. She knew exactly what was on his mind when he held her like that.

"Harry," she warned, not stopping her work of spreading the cool clay across his skin.

"What? 'M not doing anything."

"We can't kiss with these on. It'll make a mess."

Harry only shrugged. "Don't think it'd make any more of a mess than we already are. I mean you're painting m'forehead blue."

"But—"

"Please, pretty girl. I've barely got to kiss you all night, 's not fair."

Finally, she removed her hands from his face, still caked in clay. She got a clear view of the same eyes she could feel watching her as she interacted with Kaeleen and the other ladies of the company, always ensuring she was still having a good time and never looking away even when she caught him. It really wasn't fair, was it? For her or for him.

Besides, if she wanted to kiss him, she had to do so now before the clay could dry and make this a much harder to execute.

"Only for a second, though, okay?" she conditioned, relenting as she ducked down to match his gaze.

"Only a second, love, you've got it," Harry murmured, already sounding as if he was discarding her request as he used the leverage of his hand on her neck to guide her down to him.

Harry smoothed his lips over hers in a gentle press, fitting his bottom lip between her two as he nudged the tip of her nose with his own. The soft sounds of their lips separating sounded in the quiet bathroom as the gentle peck turned into more with the way he tipped his head just right to split her lips open. As firm as she wanted to be in that moment, (Y/N) didn't do anything but surrender to his kiss, only keeping her hands to herself with the knowledge there was colored clay painting her fingers.

It wasn't until she drew away to catch her breath, having to catch Harry before he trailed down her neck with the mess of the face mask following, that she could feel the cold clay on her mouth. Fluttering her eyes open, she was greeted with the sight of Harry's acutely applied mask now ruined with stray streaks of pink and blue running to the corners of his mouth, green that she knew had been on her nose now dotting his bridge.

"Oh my god," she laughed, bringing her hand up to hover over her mouth as a laugh escaped.

The craters of his dimples could be seen through his mask, a matching laugh falling from his lips as he figured what she was giggling over. "I look like you right now, don't I?"

"Probably," she breathed out on another peal of laugher, noting the way they somehow had managed to trail the clay down his neck. Maybe she hadn't been as careful with her hands as she had thought.

Giving a nonchalant shrug, Harry drew her back down to him with his hand still fit behind her neck. "I don't care," he told her, drawing her in for another kiss that had (Y/N) immediately captivated.

Though she hadn't caught a glimpse, she was sure her face was a mess, the process of getting the clay off now more complicated with the layers. But, as Harry said, she didn't really care.

Tonight had been a really good night, and this was more than worth it.

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thank you s much to everyone who sent in ideas and concepts when I needed them!! I tried to fit in as much as I could while still having everything make sense so I hope you enjoy!! thank you for reading and to everyone who requested, sorry for mistakes and if you have any ideas and requests of your own please send them in!

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