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shig-a-shig-ah · 3 years

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Congratulations for the 500 followers!!! You deserve even more tbh, since your writing is very beautiful 🥰🥰 if the event is still open, can I request “Do I make you nervous?” with overhaul and shy!virgin!reader in a (dub)con scenario, like maybe they've been together for a while and he's pressuring her for sex, his insistence scaring her 🥺👉👈

OoOoOoOo this is such a great combo ‘non. The event’s mostly over but this was too good to pass up so here you go. And tysm for the kind words 🥺😭🖤

(Also this turned out hella long, not sorry.)

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You can feel your cheeks heating up, your whole body trembling as you slip out of your clothes, Kai's gold-flecked eyes fixed firmly on you from his spot seated at the end of your bed.

It's a reasonable request, isn't it? The thought haunts you even as let your dress fall to the floor. You and Kai have been dating nearly two months, and he's been nothing but patient.

Too patient, from Kai's perspective. You've been making excuses about 'not being ready' for more than a month, long enough that he was starting to wonder if it wasn't simply a game to you, if you didn't enjoy stringing him along like this. He'd tolerated it at first because you were so perfect otherwise - Quirkless and untouched by anyone before him, a combination well worth waiting for. But each time you'd invited him in after a date for nothing more than kissing, sending him home with his cock aching, his patience has worn a little thinner.

He'd tried his luck tonight, letting his hand creep along your plush thigh a little higher than could be considered chaste, but of course you'd stopped him near immediately, whimpering once again about how you weren't ready. Weren't ready for anything apparently, because even when he'd suggested something outside the realm of actual sex you'd simply ducked to hide your embarrassed face, shaking your head in mortification.

So he'd proposed this - coaxed you into it by feeding you lines that it was about intimacy. Trust. If he can get you to do this, he thinks, the next step will be easier. Kai already knows he can't stand another night where he's reduced to the vulgarity of stroking himself off just to find some relief. ‘I just want to see you’, he'd said. ‘All of you. That will be enough for now.’

Your movements falter now as you stand before him in your bra and panties, overwhelmingly exposed. You half-hope that he'll stop you here, that this will be enough, but you can tell by how raptly his eyes are fixed on you, by the way that his chest is rising and falling more rapidly than it was a few minutes ago, that he wants you to continue.

It's with shaking fingertips that you reach behind yourself to unclasp your bra, peeling it off as slowly as possible. The air in your bedroom is chilly, goosebumps rising on your skin and your nipples hardening almost immediately. Your whole face is burning, and it takes every ounce of willpower you have not to cross your arms over your chest and cover your shame.

And Kai has to work hard not to groan at the sight of you, those perfect breasts on display just for him. Already his cock his rock hard. "Keep going," he says thickly.

It's cute the way you hesitate, your pink tongue darting out to lick your lips nervously before you reach down and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties. They're white, of course, with just a hint of lace around the edges, clean and innocent just like you. You pull them down unbearably slowly, stepping primly out of them before letting them drop.

"Come here," Kai instructs, and your brow furrows, your lower lip pouting sweetly.

"Y-you said you just wanted to l-look." Even your voice is trembling, and Kai is quite certain he's never wanted anything as badly as he wants you right now.

"I do. I just want to see you up close," he lies.

Your steps forward are uncertain, shaky, like a newborn deer learning to walk. The moment you're close enough, Kai's hands are lifting, gloved fingertips digging into your hips as he holds you near him. Your eyes widen, your lips parting in surprise, and Kai can hear you making small, throaty sounds, as though you're trying to say something and failing.

He reaches up, brushing one thumb along your lower lip, utterly entranced by the sight of you trembling so sweetly before him. "Do I make you nervous?" he asks, looking as though he enjoys the thought - there's a dangerous glint in his eyes now. You nod, hoping he'll let you go, that you can fetch your clothes, but instead he only lets out a small hum, leaning forward to press his lips against your lower belly.

"K-Kai," you whimper, mortified by the contact, but somewhere beneath your embarrassment and unease is a flutter deep in your tummy.

"Shh." Kai places another kiss there, his hands drifting down to your thighs, trying to coax your legs apart. "You said you trusted me, right?"

"Y-yes, but..." But he said he only wanted to look, that you didn't have to do anything you were uncomfortable with and this is...this is...

His lips find the inside of your thigh and a throaty whine escapes you, that flutter in your gut worsening, some strange warmth blooming deep inside. You feel a sudden hint of wetness running down your thigh, and Kai's thumb brushes over it, smearing it against the sensitive skin of your leg just below your mound.

"See?" he murmurs, "You need me to take care of you." His breath is hot against your sex, mere inches away though you hadn't even noticed him shifting. You're too overwhelmed with fear and arousal to think clearly, not quite sure what's happening or how it got to this point, and whether you want him to stop or keep going.

"I...I..."

"Shh," he murmurs again, and this time it's followed by his lips pressing into that tender nub just above your entrance. "Trust me."

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mediawhorefics · 6 years

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this is Not Kasia. "think you can wait", a SEQUEL to the idea about older hl from another ask, GO. do it for harry's receding hairline tbh. it's what she deserves.

I don’t even know Not Kasia…. I don’t even know…. ANYWAYS this is a sequel sort of to the second prompt i wrote in this ask it’s a bit unedited and messy. But here’s a drabble I guess?

Think You Can Wait

It takes three days for Louis to show up at Harry’s doorsteps and in hindsight, he probably should have expected it.

As it is, he walks unsuspectedly to open the door in striped pyjama pants and an oversized sweater, mistakenly thinking he drunkenly ordered a self-help book in the middle of the night again, only to be hit with an unforeseen Louis Tomlinson.

It hits like a ton of bricks, as it usually does.

For a man in his mid-forties, Louis looks ridiculously good. He is polished and sophisticated, as always, his silver hair artfully arranged in an effortless quiff and the glint of his expensive watch eye-catching on his delicate wrist. He’s gained some weight since they dated, the tummy Harry used to dedicate hours of lavish attention to more prominent than it used to be. Still, the curve of Louis’ waist is still a striking image and Harry can’t help the heat of attraction from flashing through his body.

His mind helplessly supplies him with images from the night they shared only three days ago and he feels goosebumps appearing on the skin of his arms at the thought of their surprisingly passionate embrace.

“Oh,” Harry says instead of a greeting, ridiculously aware of his sobriety.

Without the cover of night and alcohol to hide behind, he feels exposed, feels more naked than when they fucked, suddenly hyperaware of every single thing that’s changed in his body since they were an item over twenty years ago. His gaze goes to Louis’ hair and he feels a sharp pang of shame at the thought of his own receding hairline.

God, he must look so ridiculous, standing there in his sad divorcee on a day off outfit.

“Hey,” Louis replies softly, voice raspy and kind, even though Harry never greeted him properly. “Is it okay if I come in?”

Harry licks his lower lip, considering saying no because he absolutely can’t deal with this right now for half a second before nodding. “Yeah,” he whispers half-heartedly. “’Course.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t call,” Louis babbles as they make their way through the hall and into the kitchen. “I just… I guess I just really needed to see you after what happened,” he admits when they finally get there.

Harry inhales deeply, facing the cupboards of his kitchen for a few seconds longer than he should. His husband - Ex-Husband, Harry’s brain supplies helplessly - picked those. They’re okay, Harry figures, but he never quite fell in love with them the way Will had. They’re too pale for Harry’s taste. He’d always said it would be the first thing he was going to fix up in the house once the divorce was finalised.

Eight months in and he just doesn’t have the energy for it.

“Yeah,” Harry agrees, finally turning around and meeting Louis’ gaze. “I suppose we should.”

He says it with more gravitas than he means too, his eyes locked with Louis’ devastatingly blue ones. The determination in his gaze is one thing that has never changed through the years, one thing Harry can pick out from any of his university memories of Louis and match it to the man standing in front of him now.

“We’re not kids anymore.”

“No,” Louis chuckles, looking down at his feet for a second before looking back up at Harry with such fondness he could choke on it. “I suppose we’re not.”

“Why are you here Louis?” Harry asks when the silence has gone for a beat too long.

“I…” Louis huffs, then shakes his head. “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink? Surely you must have wine in this posh house of yours?”

Harry smiles politely. “Of course. But I don’t know that us and alcohol is such a good mix. Especially considering last time.”

Last time.

Three days ago.

Three days ago when they buried a friend they thought they’d have for the rest of their lives, a friend they should have had for the rest of their lives, and they got ridiculously drunk on cheap wine and grief before making love for the first time in twenty years.

“You’re right,” Louis admits easily, grin sliding off his face. “I’m just nervous. I thought it would help.”

“You’re nervous?” Harry asks, unsure why the admission makes his heart skip a beat.

“That can hardly be a surprise, Harry. You’ve always made me nervous.”

And that… That just makes him laugh. What a ridiculously untrue thing for Louis to say. Louis, who from the moment Harry met him was the most confident person in every room he found himself in, who has always worn his heart on his sleeve without fear and who never shied away from saying what he thinks.

“Don’t be such an arse,” Harry says, still laughing. He shakes his head, turning back towards Will’s cupboards to grab a glass. He walks to the sink as calmly as he can, pouring himself some water before facing Louis again.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing. I’m telling the truth.”

“I made you nervous?” Harry says jokingly.

“You did.”

“No,” Harry chuckles into his glass. “I didn’t.”

Louis smiles. “Sorry to break this to you babe, but you did. At the beginning when I was helplessly flirting with you and trying to win you over? You most certainly did.”

Babe.

Harry takes a deep breath, putting his glass on the counter behind him. “Is that what you’ve come to do now?” he can stop himself from asking, heart thundering in his chest. “Try to win me over?”

It’s a bit like time stops in the second it takes for a soft bittersweet smile to blossom on Louis’ face and in that second, Harry truly wonders what answer he’s hoping to hear, fear spreading like a disease through his veins.

“Yeah Harry. That’s what I’ve come to do.” It’s not a grand declaration or a grand gesture, but it feels like one.

“Louis, I -” Harry starts, hating the way his voice sounds teary already, and he has no idea what he was going to say when Louis extends a hand towards him to make him stop.

“Please,” he begs, “just… Just let me say this.”

Harry gulps and blinks, keeping the tears at bay. He still nods because its Louis and no matter how thoroughly they broke each other’s hearts, there’s a part of Harry who will always want to hear what he has to say.

Louis inhales sharply, clearly mentally preparing himself, before taking a step forward. The marble top island still sits between them, a buffer and a protection. A symbol perhaps of all the distance they’ve managed to put between each other through the years.

“I know it would be easy to write off what happened as a drunken mistake,” he declares, a serious intent look on his face. “But I don’t think I can do that. I don’t think I can do that because… in the back of my mind, it’s always you and me, you know?” he asks, a little helpless, his eyes never leaving Harry’s and he does.

Harry does know and that’s why it’s so terrifying.

“Louis,” he says on a weak exhale, praying to every deity he’s ever heard of that he’s not going to cry.

“I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t pretend that my feelings for you weren’t part of why I never settled down. I wish I could and maybe before… before Liam’s funeral, I could have, but not anymore. And I know it ended badly. I know you and I have a ridiculous amount of baggage and history, but you said so yourself. We’re not kids anymore. And I want to give this a shot.”

It’s a bit like being taken apart and put back together over and over again, Harry thinks distantly, the words echoing in his head. Somehow Louis is saying both exactly what he wants to hear and what he fears and wishes he would never say again.

“It’s true,” Harry finally agrees shakily. “We’re not kids anymore. Fuck, Louis… We’ve barely talked in the past decades and now you… you what? You want us to be together? You don’t even know me anymore,” he whispers sadly, wishing oh so desperately that things had gone their way back then, wishing desperately they hadn’t made so many mistakes.

It’s a particular brand of painful to realise how much he wants to be someone Louis still knows.

Harry closes his eyes, unable to face the deep sorrow in Louis’ eyes.

“Oh sweetheart,” Louis says softly and it’s not until Harry feels two hands on his shoulder that he finally opens his eyes again. “I think…” Louis swallows, visibly emotional. “I might be wrong,” he says, trying again, “but I think … when you love someone as deeply… and as intimately as I’ve loved you… you always always know them. You always know a part of their soul, you know?”

He delivers this punch in the gut with such sincerity and ease, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Harry, I… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry,” Louis babbles, kissing his temple and it’s only then that Harry realises he’s sobbing.

“I…” Harry shakes his head, pushing away from Louis’ embrace. “I think you should go,” he says shakily, still crying.

“Harry…”

“Please,” Harry adds through gritted teeth.

“Is this you saying no?” Louis asks and a part of Harry can’t help the flash of anger that courses through him at such demanding behaviour.

“I don’t know,” he admits, sniffing a little and drying his tears with his sweater. “I just… I need… I don’t know.”

“Look…” Louis says, suddenly looking so serious, “if it’s never going to be yes, that’s okay, but please tell me. Because if there’s even… the tiniest chance, then… I want you to know I’m an option. I’ve always been an option and as long as you don’t say never, I’m going to be an option.”

“Bit sad, innit,” Harry says, barely able to get the joke out before a fresh wave of tears hit. “I mean for you obviously,” he adds with a sob.

“Yeah, but I love you, so.” Louis shrugs in such a boyish way it takes Harry back to the first time they met, to the way he felt his eyes trace the effortless way Louis moved, feeling himself falling deep deep deep. “Are you saying never?” Louis finally ask.

Harry shakes his head, reaching for the sleeve of Louis’ shirt, gripping the material tightly.

Just wait for me, he begs silently with his eyes, unable to say it yet, hoping Louis can still read him like a book. Please.

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bogb0ng · 7 years

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1 threw 85

Since a few have been answered already I’ll answer the rest

1: Looks are not important to me so much i believe there should be some kind of physical attraction, but i’m more about personality!

2: relationships are totally worth it to me! I’m not into hooking up all the time plus my SO usually becomes my bestfriend

3: no Obviously not lol

4: It’s very complicated…. I’m technically not in a relationship with the guy, but we’ve both said we want to be…

5: I’m not really sure what it is, but i don’t think it’s love just yet

6: technically I guess I am?

7: absolutely I prefer to be committed to one person! Tbh they get all of my time an attention when i’m not around friends and family.

8: he’s just a bit taller than me has this crazy sense of humor that I completely adore. He’s got this adorable smile, deep brown eyes and hair and is so god damn handsome whenever I get a picture I melt (I actually almost fell over yesterday because of this)

9: a guy with a great sense of humor who adores me as much as i do him.

10: I’m not really sure. I prefer to know a person before I say I’m in love.

11: surprisingly yes!

12: depending on how bad it is I will if it’s something stupid like they broke their plans with me or gave away a minor secret behind my back no biggie i’ll probably forgive them, but if they cheated or something…. i’m gone believe me I don’t do well with that shit

13: kinda, kinda not? it’s hard because like i’m not mad at the people that i’m getting jealous over… i’m just insecure. oh well lol

14: yessssss ahah same guy but also a little crush on some one else i think, but they’ll never know

17: Yes! if it’s a quick kiss i’m A ok with it, but i don’t make out in public

apparently there’s no 18 or 19??? soo uhm yeah

20: i try to shower every day sometimes I dont get the chance and I have to shower the next day, but I keep myself clean!

21: I don’t know… IF ANY OF YA THINK I’M A CUTIE AND HAVE FEELS SEND ME ANON HEARTS AND I’LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!!!

22: I hope a certain some one is, but who knows for sure

23: Yes are you kidding me!? People can’t do that?? like when i’m in a relationship holy shit i’m 110% into that person they become everything to me and also i’d never want to hurt some one in that way.

24: I hope i’m at least engaged, but then again i could just be alone forever… so i guess if anyone wants to make a pact to get married by a certain age HMU Lmfao

25: YESSSSS ugh i’m holding out on some one, but hey shit happens

26: actually yes my Ex. and we’re still good friends. I also would not want to lose him. he’s an amazing person with a huge caring heart.

27: I wouldn’t call it a poem, but it was a really long rant/letter to the man who loves me next.

28: I’m not entirely sure, but my extremely mentally abusive ex probably did because a guilty conscience usually blames the other half. (he accused me of cheating and i would rather die than cheat on some one)

29: No. never have. never will.

30: actually I have…. i’ve never felt good about my stomach and have always wanted to get it fixed some how, but i never will.

31: yes I have. I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak

32: I have many a time. you cant change some ones heart and thats fine! ]

33: obviously lol

34: I mean I almost did once….

35: Of course I have haha

36: yes! in fact i almost dated him when we were in high school!

37: yup…. and they told me, but i dated him anyways and what a fuck up that was….

38: yes!! omg i was in shock when it happened

39: Yes, but they’d never know because I’m respectful

40: all the time! i write to get my feelings out

41: I have (and it was goooooooddd)

43: my longest relationship was a year and a month or so.

44: I’ve had a total of 5 boyfriend in my lifetime lol

45: like 0 i was the human equivalent of birth control or some shit

46: a lot with my SO at the time lol

47: 21!

48: I’d probably tell them i’m really happy for them and wallow for a bit before moving on.

49: I currently do not so i guess my favourite thing about the person I like is that goofy smile I get when i’m being cute lol

50: I mean i don’t think i’ve met my true love so probably not?

51: there’s lots of people i would do anything for. i’m the type of person who drops anything for a friend in need.

52: Yes. a family member, my ex roommate. probably more, but you know what best of luck to them they’re gonna need it

53. I’d hope not….

54: theres a lot of people i could never forget

55: this one time a boyfriend of mine surprised me with a date where we drove all the way to one of his old home towns and he showed me around. he then took me to a dinosaur museum (which i love that shit so much) we walk through the entire thing and we got to the gift shop i went to the bathroom because it was like a 2-3 hour drive home and he bought me a stuffed T-rex and a cute keychain (i still have both)

56: 5 facts! I have a chubby tummy, long legs,a cute butt, thick thigs, pretty eyes, a cute smile and long/wild curly hair! and I’m very soft

57: I hope you realize that you turned out exactly like your father and you’re a pathological liar who deserves nothing more than whatever comes his way

58: snacks! surprise adventures, cute snuggle days, HEAD RUBS!!! whispering cute things to me when I least expect it in public!

59: Picture will be posted!

60: If i remember correctly it was around 7 years

61: their eyes and smile

62: oh god honestly non sexual wise… run me a romantic bath. sexual wise…. we wont go there right now…

63: genitals touching other genitals? idk

64: anything beyond joking flirtatiously tbh

65: oh god whispering what they’re going to do to me. kissing down the neck and spine. those are just a few.

66. Dominant and sub idk

67: perfect date would probably be going out to a museum or aquarium and then going to a nice dinner

68: straight

69: I’m not really sure it varys

70: Lots of things. whispering, slow kissing, touching

71: ahaha this is akward my kinkiest wet dream was being tied up and dominated tbh

73: just treat me like a princess for the day honestly

74: some one who can lift me tbh

75: sweetest thing was some one brought me flowers to my work place and took me out for late night denny’s after a long anxious day.

76: I guess making some one soup and cold remedies while they were sick

77: as long as it’s legal and consensual then no biggie

78: I almost was in a threesome once that was wild.

79: ah last time was some one got to hang out with a person i really wanted to hang out with but couldn’t because they’re too far away

80: I tell my friends I love them at least once a day. so today technically. last time i said it and meant i was in love was at the beginning of the summer before my breakup

81: Chris, dani, liam, hunter, and david (only one of these ppl have a tumblr)

82: my friend ash

83: a guy named Jordan (he was my bestfriend in kindergarten)

84: distance was becoming too much for both of us

85: I mean technically I have (if you count online dating) but if not then yes probably

thank you for asking!!!

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