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So on a Tuesday, Y/N wakes up from a fitful rest and leaves Harry’s bed to find him in the kitchen. Leaf is cradled to his chest while he speaks to someone on the phone – a designer, she thinks, they’re talking about a pattern of something, but Y/N isn’t sure. She doesn’t get to know either because as soon as Harry sees that she’s awake, he smiles, then hovers his finger over the end button, “Mael, I’ll call you a little later, yeah?” He hangs up without a second thought, and Y/N’s eyes go wide. 
“You didn’t have to do that,” she frowned and Harry waved his hand. 
“Nah, s’boring shit anyway. Chevron is a thing of the fucking past and it’s not coming back any time soon on my watch.” He turned on his stool, stretching out his legs and waving her forward, and when she got close enough, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, until she was standing between his thighs, “You take forever to get up. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were still a human.” 
or
Harry and Y/N like being around each other maybe too much
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part 3
iv.
Y/N wondered how many vampires she’d seen in her lifetime. 
Unlike the stories and movies, they didn’t lurk in the night and meld into the shadows all of the time. Their skin was pale, but no more pale than someone living in the mountains with very little sun. Their eyes weren’t red, or golden brown, or pools of black – they were just normal irises, no different than humans, the color encrypted in their DNA from conception. They were gorgeous, sometimes eerily so, but not in a way that you could easily group them by their features. It was comparable to being backstage on a runway – the people surrounding you were models, you knew that, and they were all beautiful in their own way with their own unique features. The difference is that instead of only finding them pretty in passing, it’s mesmerizing, almost hard to fathom, alluring in an almost unignorable way. 
But Y/N can’t remember ever being out in public and seeing a vampire, even if she didn’t know what they were called at the time. Clearly she didn’t, if one was able to ask her on a date and she’d just presumed she’d lucked out with an attractive man who didn’t mind dating below his league. Otherwise, they were masters of camouflage, or Y/N was just less observant than she thought. 
Because right now, even to the untrained eye, Y/N is almost positive that she looks like a vampire. Or at least that something is off with her. It’s in the way her posture is almost too correct, ramrod straight like someone straightened out her back and put her in a brace to keep her unmoving. Her chest did not rise and fall with each breath – not because the need to use her lungs had not been completely eradicated yet, but for the fact she’s taking a ton of shallow breaths through her mouth to avoid smelling anything, or anyone.  The way she holds her fork looks weird to her – she hadn’t held a fork in so long it was an unfamiliar weight between her fingers. She gave terse replies to questions, and could barely hold a conversation longer than small talk. 
To anyone looking or interacting with her, they must think she’d grown up in a basement and just recently ventured out into the world. To Harry, who sits across from her with an amused look dancing across his features, he knew she was just attempting to reacclimate into society. 
They had been out before, but normally that was at night, or early during cloudy weekdays when most of the city population is stuck in their stuffy office buildings. When the amount of humans is sparse and Y/N could amble away if being around them became too much. She’d never been forced to sit among them for longer than a couple minutes at a time, maybe waiting in a long line, or patiently off to the side when a human woman was interested in the same earrings that she was. 
That had been her toeing the water; Harry held her hand at the edge of a dock while she dipped her feet into the pool of being a productive member of society again. She would have to return to work at some point, and she would need to be able to attend social events or see her family, or her friends back home without wanting to eat them. Harry was surrounded by humans all day nearly every day and he hasn’t lashed out and ended up in a tabloid for sinking his teeth into a designer. It was possible, though it would take time, and a lot of practice – at some point she would be able to integrate seamlessly back into the human world. 
At some point – right now, it was fucking hard. 
Harry took her out for lunch, at a small deli a couple blocks from his flat. It was a day when the sky was heavy with clouds and would be for the majority of the afternoon, so they were able to venture out with no fear that Y/N would get all rashy again. All of Y/N’s fear lay within being in closed quarters with humans and pretending that the scent of their blood doesn’t affect her in the slightest. Or that the leaves of the salad she was stuffing into her mouth tasted more than just bland, rubbery nothing to a palate now keen on something metallic and sweet. And in that fear, and her overexerting her effort trying to look normal, she thinks she’s making herself look uncanny, unapproachable, and too much like she doesn’t belong. Like someone clipped her out of a comic book and pasted her in The Very Hungry Caterpillar. 
“Relax your shoulders,” Harry spoke from across the table, having already eaten half his sandwich, tucking the straw of his soda at the corner of his lips and sipping, “It looks like I just brought you out of a boarding school.” 
“Shut up.” Y/N had been saying that a lot to him today because it was two simple words that didn’t require as much effort as trying not to eat someone. 
Harry smiled, all too relaxed for what Y/N would think are pretty serious circumstances but she guesses he’s been through this so often he isn’t worried about a thing. Harry never seemed worried when they did something new, always promising her that he would know if she was going to do something stupid, because he knows her. And if the need to subdue her were to arise, then he could do so easily, or so he tells her every time she’s stressed about it. 
“You had plenty to eat before we came,” he murmured, voice just a touch lower, his brows raising slightly, “Even if you take a small little breath through your nose, you won’t feel like you need to do anything.” 
It’s difficult to talk inconspicuously about it, in case someone nosy was listening into their conversation (because Y/N is fucking nosy, so she knows someone else is bound to match her), but Harry does it easily. Y/N did eat a considerable amount before they did this, from the baggies, and even a little treat from Harry just before they’d left the flat. She was full, blood-drunk, and hazy up to the point that they were about to walk inside the shop and she’d worked herself up. 
“Mind over matter,” Harry slid his leg to her and locked their ankles together – he was resting his chin and cheek in his palm, watching her carefully, drinking her in, “Just take a small little breath through your nose, hm? You’ll see it’s not as bad as you think.” 
Y/N blinks at him, gripping her fork a little too hard, and she feels the stainless steel give beneath her grip, “I – okay,” she nodded, slow, steady – the whole point of this excursion was to start working on being able to smell humans without wanting to desperately sink her teeth into them. Before she could start utilizing feeders, she needed to be completely in control of how her body responds and reacts to stimuli like this. At least that’s what Harry tells her, and she’s inclined to believe him since there isn’t anyone to bounce off of his ideas anymore. She isn’t sure if they’re still on the pathway he used for all the new vampires he mentored or if he’d toggled it based on their situation. She could message Christopher and Naomi about it but every time she messages them, her heart yearns and aches in her chest.
“You’ll stop me if anything happens?” She knows he will, but she feels better when he’s all cocky and sure of himself. One of them needed complete faith in the situation, and it usually was Harry. 
Harry, who had been treating her all soft and tender lately. His words could still be harsh and he rolls his eyes and rumples his lips at her when she says something he thinks is stupid, and he’s patient, but even that patience runs out relatively quickly – but every interaction has a much softer edge to it. With every harsh critique of her technique or skill, (“How many times are you going to listen to the neighbor’s conversation and not me outside, downstairs, when you’re on the balcony? It shouldn’t matter how many flights up you are, this is baby stuff we’re trying to accomplish now!”) there is a gentle caress of her skin. His fingers will dance along her wrist, and he’ll slide his fingers between the slots of hers, and squeeze, before murmuring, “Let’s try again.” 
They are much closer now – Y/N doesn’t know if they’re dating, or if vampires even date, but she knows that Harry treats her like they might be. Harry pushes his nose into her neck and breathes in deeply like she’s the best thing he’s ever smelled. He entertains her musings about code and work despite not having a clue what she’s talking about or saying. At the end of the night (early in the morning) when she is thinking about lying down, Harry offers his room to her, his bed. 
“You can always sleep in here,” he’d told her, “Even if I’m not here, yeah? Just don’t stain the sheets or anything, because to keep them this pristine even with a kitten has been hell.” 
Shit, he’s even referred to Leaf as their baby a couple of times, whereas previously he’s only called her his own. “What are you doing to my baby?” Is what he would say before when Leaf is playing with one of the many feathered string toys that Harry bought her and Y/N accidentally makes her jump right into the wall. Now it’s things like, “Our baby is so happy,” when she comes up to them on the sofa, purring and kneading at Y/N’s thighs before snuggling in her lap and falling asleep. 
Things with him were soft. This certainly felt like a relationship, sometimes, but Y/N knew better than to get ahead of herself. Last time she did that she ran away from her hometown and then got bitten by a fucking vampire, so it was better to just take things a step at a time. 
“What, you think I’m g’na let you eat someone and make me look bad?” He speaks low enough that only she could hear, helped by the loud chatter of voices around them, and stretches one arm across the table, looping his fingers around her forearm, and dragging the blunt tip of his nail along her skin, “Of course I’ll stop you, dummy.” 
Y/N shivers but feels safe; he’s got a leg wrapped around hers, and a hand on her. If she tried to move, he would stop her immediately. Harry doesn’t say aloud that that’s what he’s doing, but they both know it makes her feel better when he’s got his hands on her in some way. She’d told him as much in the past when she’d looped her arm in the gap between his and his body when they first went into the grocery store. 
“Hm, is this a ploy to make me touch you in public? You’re a filthy exhibitionist.” He’d teased her at the time, but now he keeps his hand on her when they’re out. An arm wrapped around her shoulder, a hand at the nape of her neck, his fingers looped around her wrist. 
She lets herself breathe in, just a little bit, a tiny inhale through her nose. The scents weren’t overwhelming like she’d thought – there’s plenty to sift through, it wasn’t just an onslaught of the blood pumping through the veins surrounding them. Fresh bread, the fabric softener on people’s clothes, the cleaner used to wipe down tables when they were emptied – she smelled all of that too. All a mix, like when she was a human, only she could smell and separate them just a note better than she could before. And the blood – she couldn’t smell blood before, but with a belly full, it wasn’t as hard. It still made her mouth water, and there was an itch beneath her skin that wanted to be plucked at, but nothing she couldn’t handle. 
Harry drags his nails back and forth on her forearm lazily, “See?” His relaxed posture stays, leaning on his palm, “You’re not a monster, are you, baby?” 
She swallowed thickly, shaking her head, “No, I’m not,” she cleared her throat a little, “We need to –  um – we need to get Leaf chicken treats, she likes those best.” Y/N wanted to practice being normal, talking about normal things, and thinking about something else than how she’s trying not to breathe in too deeply. She didn’t necessarily explain this to Harry beforehand but he doesn’t seem confused either, just goes along with it. 
“Really? I kind of thought she liked the shrimp ones better.” 
Y/N focuses more on Harry’s scent – he smells good. He always smells so good, that whenever she does sleep in his bed, she dips her nose into the blankets and stuffs her face into the pillows (obviously when he’s not there, she would never live that down).  If she could shove her nose in the base of his throat and not stuff her teeth into his neck then she would do it all of the time. Harry does it to her, unprovoked and unannounced, burrowing the cold tip of his nose against her carotid. She used to squirm, her ear meeting her shoulder as she pulled away from him, but now she’s gotten used to it – now, she almost expects it when he comes home from work, and if he doesn’t, she’s a little disappointed. 
It’s easy to forget why she’s at Harry’s in the first place if she’s just focusing on her and Harry’s dynamic. It’s also easy to forget that she would eventually face the music when she has to confront her feelings – Niall. There was a heavy weight on her shoulders like she wore a helmet of cast iron everywhere she went; sometimes she would forget about it, it’d been so long that it was easy to let it slip her mind, but then her shoulders would feel the pressure of it periodically. 
Like when you wear glasses for the first time. At first, it is all you can think about, how it rests on the bridge of your nose, the way the frames outline your field of view. But a couple of hours in they’re merely an extension of you, you forget they’re on your face until you reach up to rub your eye and something is in the way. 
The helmet was heavy, the look in Niall’s eyes as he told her, the cold feeling that had flushed through her veins when he’d admitted it. She wondered if it felt like his own helmet had been lifted, the weight of his guilt eased by the admission. Did he know he was going to transfer it to her? Take the helmet off and plop it onto her head? 
Her heart was torn in two. Y/N wanted to hate him for it, she really did – want to cuss him out, scratch him, and spit on him – how did vampires fight? Did they bite each other? Do they punch each other? Kick, slap? Was it still below the belt to kick him in the balls or was that an appropriate fighting tactic? Harry had never taught her how to fight – she thought maybe some sort of combat training would be important down the line, but vampires don’t usually do that. Movies and books make it seem like it was a constant battle, always something going on that they needed to defeat. Vampires typically coexist peacefully, is the thing, and their only true threat are hunters but it’s often better to avoid them or flee the situation than to fight, at least when you’re new. As long as she doesn’t act recklessly then she wouldn’t have to worry. 
And in the same breath that she hated him, she owed him her life. It was a new one – a flawed one, no more flawed than her old life, but still a new life. She would have to change how she lives, eats, exists, and it’s scary – it’s so scary! But she was alive. She was still walking around, she could still work toward goals she’d set for herself, and she could find a place for herself in this world instead of bleeding out in an alley, still feeling lost and alone. 
Would she have walked away from someone in need how she expected Niall to? If she’d stumbled upon the same scene, would she have been able to ignore it? She couldn’t even ignore a fucking kitten meowing! So it was hard – her feelings were difficult to work through and that was only worsened by her not seeing him. Playing house at Harry’s flat and ignoring what happened. 
“Where’d you go?” Harry pulls her out of her reverie, and she realizes she’d been digging her fingers into the croissant she was holding, her eyes dazed. He drags his fingers along her skin again, tenderly, gently, “Hmm? Where’d my girl go?” 
Y/N feels warm and bubbly and allows herself to revel in the giddiness that comes with Harry treating her like something special. If there was one single benefit from this whole mess, it would be Harry – experiencing this homely side of him. Whether it be the connection through their blood, or their time spent together, she felt at complete, and total ease in Harry’s presence. If she was starting to spiral, he pulled her out of it just as quickly. 
“Sorry,” she murmured, swallowing, ripping a piece of the flaky pastry and laying it on her tongue – it tasted like nothing, chalky and bland, “I. . .need to figure things out with Niall soon. I can’t keep burdening you.” 
“You’re no burden,” he answered without a second thought, “Not even a little bit, but I understand needing to sort things out for your peace of mind.” He reaches forward, thumbing at the apple of her cheek, and pinching playfully, “But you don’t need to leave just for that, hm? You’re no burden to me.” 
Y/N rests on the palm of his cheek, sighing, and the smell of all the other humans in the place pales in comparison to Harry, “Mm,” she nuzzles – it’s embarrassing, how easy she is for him, but he doesn’t tease her like he probably could, “I just. . .I think, how I’m seeing it, is I would have done the same.” She explained, “If I’d seen someone, I would have done the same, you know?” Her gaze flickered toward him, “Would you?” 
“I have,” he shrugged, “You know, it’s something that you never really know what you’ll do at the moment but when it’s presented in front of you – that’s when you’ll know. You act off instinct,” he squeezes her shoulder, slipping down to her bicep, “Just how you ran to go save Leaf with no concern of the sun. This isn’t me trying to sway you either,” he shook his head, “If you decided you fucking hated him and never wanted to see him again, I would endorse it. If you decide that you’ll forgive him, then I’ll accept that – whatever you want to do.” 
Y/N nodded, “Yeah,” she ripped another piece of croissant, “Yeah, okay.”
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Despite coming to terms with what she wanted to do, it still took her a week to gain the courage to see him. Harry doesn’t push the issue, merely enjoys his time with her and Leaf until she tells him she is ready. Honestly, there were a couple of times when Y/N wondered if she should just start ignoring it again and live life peacefully with Harry, or as peacefully as she could. But still, it weighed on her, like a Niall-shaped force that stretched himself over her and smothered her in her sleep. She had dreams of confronting him, some heartwarming and with a good outcome, some horrible that left her with tears bearding her eyes. 
She needed to do it. If she did, then she could better focus on whatever the hell is going on between her and Harry. And being a vampire. . .big, important things like that. 
So on a Tuesday, Y/N wakes up from a fitful rest and leaves Harry’s bed to find him in the kitchen. Leaf is cradled to his chest while he speaks to someone on the phone – a designer, she thinks, they’re talking about a pattern of something, but Y/N isn’t sure. She doesn’t get to know either because as soon as Harry sees that she’s awake, he smiles, then hovers his finger over the end button, “Mael, I’ll call you a little later, yeah?” He hangs up without a second thought, and Y/N’s eyes go wide. 
“You didn’t have to do that,” she frowned and Harry waved his hand. 
“Nah, s’boring shit anyway. Chevron is a thing of the fucking past and it’s not coming back any time soon on my watch.” He turned on his stool, stretching out his legs and waving her forward, and when she got close enough, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, until she was standing between his thighs, “You take forever to get up. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were still a human.” 
She laid her hands on his thighs, “I need to do it today,” she told him, and she didn’t have to be descriptive for Harry to know what she was talking about, “It’s gotta be today or I won’t.” 
His gaze softened, the pale skin of his face smoothed over into something contemplative and understanding. There’s a soft sound that pulls from his throat, and his legs squeeze around her as he nods, “Okay,” he answered easily, “Do you want to ambush him or should I give him a heads up?” 
“Will he run away if he knows I’m coming?” 
Harry pursed his lips in thought, “You know, Niall isn’t one to run away,” he started, “But he also isn’t one to admit when he’s in the wrong either, and he’s done that, so I reckon some of the things I knew about him fundamentally might be wrong. He may flee from guilt alone or he’ll respect you enough to want to hear what you have to say.” 
“Then you can let him know,” she took Leaf, scratching the soft, short furs beneath her chin, “If this is a friendship worth salvaging, then he’ll wait for me.” 
The drive, which typically felt like an hour-long adventure out to the secluded space in which Mitch’s house resided, felt far quicker than it ever had before. Y/N thought it was because this time, she actually wanted it to go by slowly so that she had the chance to collect her thoughts and plan out exactly what she was going to say, and how she was going to say it. She needed the full forty-ish minutes (accounting rush hour) to develop her script, but Harry must be pressing the gas pedal right down to the floorboards because they zip through the roads in record time. 
There’s a hazy, orange glow casting over the trees while the sun sank beyond the horizon, the other half of the sky blotching the inky black sky of a winter night. She wondered if there would be stars later on – there hadn’t been for the last couple of days because of clouds heavy with snow, that’s now freckling the earth and freezing up the soil. Y/N missed them – she feels like she hasn’t seen them in a while. 
They roll up in front of the house, and Y/N thinks all of three seconds go by before a pouting Naomi rips the passenger door open, “Shame on Harry for keeping you all to himself,” she whined, and she unbuckling Y/N before Y/N could even gather her bearings, pulling her out of the car and into her arms. Naomi looks a bit frail but she’s got the strength of someone who’s prepared for war, and she gives Y/N a bone-crushing hug. “I’ve missed you!” 
Y/N laughed lightly, squeezing her arms out from where they’d been trapped between their bodies so she could reciprocate the show of affection, “I missed you too,” she replied. 
“Oi,” he grumbled, “I wasn’t keeping her to myself, I gave her a haven in a rough time.” 
“You never let any of us come over besides Christopher!” 
Harry crossed his arms, after pushing his sunglasses up into his hair, “Why would I want you heathens in my flat? The lot of you would trash the place or steal from me.” 
“You’re just no good at sharing, you –” 
Their voices fade into the background as Y/N leaves them to bicker, a tiny quirk at her lips like the muscles in her face want to smile but are thinking better than to. It was nice, sort of, to be back; to smell all the familiar scents, like she was returning home. This felt more like home than her flat did now, just from the sheer amount of time she’d spent here. She walked the familiar map from the front door, to her room, and nearly made a pitstop to give herself more time but muscled through the desire to. Y/N took the four more steps she needed to before knocking on Niall’s door – she could smell him in there. 
“Come in.” His voice sounds stiff, and when she opens the door, the position he’s sitting in matches it. He must have heard her coming because he isn’t in the lax state he normally is – his legs are off the end of the mattress, feet firm on the floor. He sits straight, his face serious, stern. She’s so used to the nonchalant way he goes about that this is the most uncanny and makes her feel like an agent sent to question him, or a judge to sentence him. Y/N hated that, she doesn’t want it to be like that – she wants it to be normal between them. Or, normal-ish, at least. 
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her cat paw chair sitting at the foot of his bed. Niall followed her gaze and answered before she could even question it, “I – um – promise I wasn’t stealing that,” he replied, “I missed. . .you know – having it in here made me feel a little better. Which I know, I don’t deserve to feel good about what happened.” 
Y/N ignored him, closed the door behind her, and then plopped down in the chair, resting her back on the pink, plush toe beans, “Get on the floor,” she ordered, patting the empty spot in front of her with her foot, “Please stop sitting so straight, it’s freaking me out.” 
Niall is quick to crawl down on the floor in front of her, he relaxes his shoulders so they slump just a little, and he kicks his left leg out how he usually did when he was sprawled out on the floor of her room and they were talking. It brings some normalcy to the situation that Y/N desperately needs. She bites the inside of her bottom lip for a second before giving an unneeded clear of her throat (it was just a habit at this point, she wondered how long it would take for it to break). 
“I’m just gonna come right out with it because I don’t want to beat around the bush, and if I do, I’ll just talk myself in circles until I don’t make any sense,” she started, “At first I was so mad at you I could have slapped you and spit on you and called you names. I was pretty sure that I never wanted to see you again and that I would be fine if you were completely wiped from my life,” he grimaces at the description but does nothing to refute it, “But you couldn’t have been wiped from my life, if I wasn’t living to begin with, which – I know, it gets a little confusing and convoluted. This life I have now is. . .odd, and different, and I’m not human anymore, and maybe by all technicalities I’m not alive, but I feel like I am.” She runs her thumbnail along the inside of her other palm, following the lines in them she’s had since birth, “I feel the world around me, and I can love, and I can talk, and laugh, and work, and cry. I can do all the things that I did before and then some, so even if it is different. . .I’m still alive. And I wouldn’t be had it not been for you.” 
Niall is following along, motionless, soaking in every word, “I’m more upset that you kept it from me. It would have just been nice to know, right? What exactly had happened that night, it’d been plaguing my mind and you would ask every so often, and now I’m realizing it was less from a place of care and more you covering your tail.” She shrugged her shoulders when Niall’s face scrunched with shame, “But I can’t sit here and act like I would do something different. I don’t know what I would do, in a situation like that – I think, if I came across someone in my position, then I would have changed them too. I don’t really know how at this point, but I would have tried to figure it out. And I would have been scared, afterward, I don’t know if I would have told anyone either. But I thought we were close enough. . .at least a month in, I feel like you could have told me,” she sighed, “That’s what makes me angriest. I thought we were friends but you were just being nice to me because you felt bad.” 
“That’s not true.” It was the first time he’d uttered a word since she began, “You – maybe at the start, I was a little more protective of you because I felt bad, but the rest of it – I truly felt friendship with you. Not all of it was a lie,” he shook his head, “I wanted to tell you, I did, but it never seemed like an opportune time to. And the one chance I did get, I chickened out. But I get it, if – if you need to be angry, be angry, I honestly wish you would just slap me or hit me or something, so it felt like I was getting punished for it.” 
“I wanted to, believe me, but Harry was pretty convinced that you were punishing yourself enough for it. Listen, what I’m saying is,” she crawled off the cat paw, and took his hands in her own – they were smooth and ice cold – he probably hasn’t been eating well, “My feelings are very conflicted and confusing, and I don’t know if I forgive you entirely, but forgiveness isn’t out of the question. Do you get what I mean?” Niall hums his assent, “I know things can’t go back to the way they were entirely, but I’d like it if we could get somewhere close to it. And – and if you think about it, we’ll probably be around for decades, won’t we? I’m bound to get over it eventually.” 
Niall and Y/N don’t really hug – Naomi is the touchy-feely type, and Y/N can be when she wants to be, but Niall is much more reserved with his affections. So that’s why she is tentative and a little hesitant in embracing him, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck, but she’s pleasantly surprised to feel him hug her back tightly, “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and his words vibrated through her throat, “I’m so sorry, thank you for even coming back to talk to me. I thought surely with Harry at your side, you would’ve hated my guts.” 
“You would be surprised by this, but Harry went to bat for you pretty hard,” she peeled back just a little bit, “I mean, he didn’t try to change my opinion but his of you never faltered.” 
Niall frowned, “Ugh, it’s so hard to keep up with hating him sometimes,” Y/N laughed, “Seriously, he’ll be the worst prick alive and then he does something unreasonably kind and it’s like. . .either be a dick, or be nice, I hate the mix-up.” He gently let his arms slip away from her but he remained close, “Speaking of, I’ve been eavesdropping on him and Mitch – they never hear me coming so I can always get away with knowing shite I shouldn’t – has he told you yet? About the whole blood thing?” 
Y/N shook her head, and part of her was worried that Niall would save it for Harry to tell her, but she forgot that Niall is Niall, and through and through, he loved causing trouble for Harry at any given notice, “After Mitch’s initial displeasure that he’d been keeping it from him, he said there was something called ‘fated pairs’ or something like that. Your bodies call out to each other on a molecular level, something that was – predetermined the day you were both born. There was a lot of vampiric folklore nonsense that he spouted off, but he seemed pretty convinced. I don’t know why it affects you both in the way that it would make you horny, but, yeah. He said that it would’ve been the same if you were human – even if you were both humans, actually. That it was like a soul bond.” 
It was a lot to take in; Y/N is relieved of one stress and then immediately another is placed on top of her. Was it stress though? She doesn’t feel stressed at the thought of them being bonded together by their souls – she doesn’t mind that – but she is stressed that maybe he minded that. Because as far as Harry was concerned, there was no rhyme or reason for their reaction to one another’s blood. Y/N hadn’t even known he’d spoken to Mitch about it, and so to find out he has and he didn’t even express the findings to her. . .worries her, a bit. Did he not like it? Was the thought of being tied to her horrible? But if it was then he wouldn’t have been so doting and cuddly these last few weeks, right? 
“You look stressed,” he noted, “I would be too if I was bonded to that fucker, so I understand.” 
Breathlessly, she laughs again, “He’s not so bad.” 
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Harry gets pretty clingy when Y/N goes back. 
Though he’d promised that she wasn’t a bother, she still felt guilty to be inhabiting his home when he was at work. She’d been hearing him postpone different trips too, a couple of days in Italy, a fashion show in France – things that he always went to before, and she had a feeling it was because he didn’t want to leave her alone. It was sweet, but it made her feel guilty, so she decided it was okay to go back for a little while and reacclimate to the house. 
It wasn’t so bad – going from Harry’s modern, high-tech flat to Mitch’s Victorian-style mansion was different but it isn’t horrible. Y/N liked being surrounded by people when Harry was at work or attending some smarmy event, instead of being alone. The only downside was there was a little Leaf-shaped hollow in her heart, but Harry describes shared custody and drops her off with Y/N when he knows he’s going to be out all day or if he does have to leave for one of those week-long trips. 
The others act like she never left. She goes to the movie nights and nobody mentions what happened. Christopher gives her a big, long hug when he sees that she’s returned, then promptly warms her two mugs of “the sweetest blood” as a welcome home present. Naomi comes to inhabit Y/N’s bed and talks about pop culture and how Samuel is fucking someone who isn’t Theodore so that had been a lot of drama while she was away. Delphine starts to visit her room for Leaf – apparently, she’d grown up with a lot of barn cats, so she was very fond of them, and they find their shared love for animals as a link to start speaking more comfortably with each other. And wherever Delphine was, Saskia was close behind. Her past with cats was checkered because she had an allergy to them before, but being a vampire meant eradicating all allergies, so she hesitantly gave Leaf a pet or two. 
Leaf, all tiny and soft, loves the extra attention. 
Niall still comes to her room but not without being invited first. Y/N thinks eventually this will change, but it seems like he doesn’t want to smother her with his presence, though Y/N wouldn’t find it smothering at all. He’s still hesitant, and she gets it – Y/N liked that he respected her enough to let her decide if she was in the right headspace to see him that day or not. 
The only person who takes it hard and acts like it is the worst thing in the world is Harry. He never goes three days without coming to see her, and when he isn’t with her, he’s messaging her and calling her, asking if she wants to FaceTime in between flights. When he does come, he poses a strict, “Nobody bothers us” rule where he threatens to move her dresser in front of the door to ward off “unwanted” intruders (though they could all probably move the dresser anyway, they’re very strong). He crawled into her bed and pulled her into his body, dragging the blankets over them, “You smell too much like the others,” he’d grumble, resting his chin on the top of her head, “Hate it.” 
“You’re silly,” she’d respond but soaked in the snuggling happily — it used to be something they merely indulged in while she was asleep; before, Harry would only ever kind of curl around her or pet her or hold her when she was all blood drunk and full, seconds from slumber. Now he’s much more open and willing to do it whenever – when they were watching the telly, when they were on the ground and Y/N was painting her nails (“I should sit behind you, yeah? You can sit between my legs, and when you’re done with one hand, I’ll blow on your fingers to dry them,”) if they were outside on the deck, practicing whatever Harry had come up with for the day.He crowds her space like he was made to. If Harry was there, they’re glued at the hip, and that was just normal now. 
Y/N wondered if he would ever bring up the whole bond thing, but he seemed content not to. Still, it didn’t seem to deter him from letting her snack on his blood, which she sure only furthers the whole thing. So maybe he wasn’t concerned with it – maybe he was just seeing where it went. Y/N isn’t sure, but she’s usually good at ignoring things. If the other party didn’t want to talk about it then she wouldn’t either, it was never in her nature to press for answers. 
. . .when she was a human, at least. Being a vampire hasn’t changed her at a fundamental level, she doesn’t believe, but it has given her a new outlook on life, and a different perspective on some things. It was better to ask and get an answer that she didn’t want rather than continue not knowing something for sure. If she’d lived by that rule in the past it would have probably saved her a lot of trouble. 
So Y/N asks him outright, Leaf curled in her lap in a tiny furry heap, and Harry with his arms curled around Y/N’s body protectively. Nobody else was in the den – they were either in their rooms or out and about (with a strict curfew now, because of the whole thing between her and Niall – Mitch blamed himself for giving them a little too much freedom being newly presented). Harry suggested they utilize the tv then, instead of trying to watch it on her laptop screen. Harry tells her they should be at his flat, but since he was supposed to go three hours away for a photoshoot tomorrow, he didn’t want to leave her alone (it turns out he’d been postponing more than she had initially thought so now he was playing catch up – something about Spring deadlines and all of that). 
The screen clears as the next episode of the show they’re watching loads up, and maybe it isn’t the best timing or the best place to do it, but she has to ask before she loses her nerve. 
“Are we a. . .fated pair? Is that what it’s called?” 
She feels Harry stiffen behind her, his hold around her arms tightening only slightly as he processes what she’d just inquired. There aren’t a lot of things that could stun Harry, as long as he’s been around he normally has a response to anything and everything within a couple of seconds – but he sits with this for a little longer. His fingers, where they’d rested on her waist, began to play with the fabric of her shirt, plucking at the hem and fiddling with the stitches. The tension in the air is palpable, but it isn’t a horrible tension. Not something she wanted to run away from, at least. 
“Niall,” Harry finally muttered, like he’d been spending half of the time he was silent, trying to figure out how Y/N would have heard that, “That fucker is too good at masking his presence.” 
“Harry –” 
“I know,” he exhales, and Y/N thinks it’s funny that he does things like this not because he’s releasing a breath, but to express how he’s feeling. He nudges the side of her head with his own and dips his nose into the curve of her throat, his favorite spot, “With you at my flat, and with how you’d been eating from me still, the – how I felt for you was becoming concerning and a little obsessive. Not in like an obsessive “I’m going to kill her so nobody else can have her” way, more like a “I want to be near her and I’m forgoing responsibilities to spend time with her” kind of way. I don’t do that, for people, I’m not. . .so giving with my time, which makes me sound like a dick, but it’s the truth. I have my time and they have theirs, even if it’s someone that I’m interested in,” he slides his fingers beneath her shirt’s fabric, his nails tracing circles into her skin, “But with you, I just. . .wanted to be around you. To be with you makes me feel calm; it soothes me like putting ice on a sprain. And for you to drink from my vein and our bodies react so intensely to it. . .well, it had to be something.” 
“I was glad to ignore it and just continue enjoying myself with you, but I was getting curious. And I knew you and Niall would make up soon, and you’re so concerned about being a burden all of the time, I knew you wouldn’t take me up on my offer to stay with me. This meant I was going to be coming around her, and being way more possessive and clingy than I ever have before and Mitch always knows what’s going on in the house. He would ask me about it eventually, so I just beat him to it.” He lifted his head, and his words were less muffled when he coaxes her to lean back against his chest more, “He went into the most intricate, convoluted discussion about molecules, and vampiric folklore, and I’ll be honest most of it went right over my fucking head, except for him saying that we were bound together by our souls. That whether we had met like this, or centuries ago in my village, while I was running from war, or had I just been some random UNI student sitting beside you in class – we would always have this kind of connection. It’s rare,” he squeezes her hips, “It’s a rare thing, a really rare thing, and it used to happen more often back in the 1600s but that doesn’t mean it never happens now.” 
Y/N cranes her neck to face him, “Why didn’t you tell me?” Her brows pinched toward the center, and Harry reached out, using his thumb to press at the crinkle in her skin and smooth it out. 
“I wanted to, but – I don’t know. I kind of wanted you to conclude for yourself, if you liked me or not. I didn’t want it to feel forced because you knew about this. Other than my blood making you a filthy, horny little thing, I don’t know exactly what your feelings are for me. And I know – you told me you feel whole after you drink from me, but again, outside of that – outside of the blood, I don’t know how you feel.” 
Y/N thinks, that if she’d eaten recently, blood would be roaring in her ears and her heart would be thudding something fierce in her chest. It was one thing to have Niall tell her on a whim, it was another thing for Harry to admit it to her, all shy, avoiding her gaze and pressing tight and close to her body. It was another thing to hear him feel insecure about not knowing how she felt about him.
Because for Y/N, she’d thought she’d been incredibly obvious. She wanted to be around him always, she recognized his scent out of everyone anywhere, she felt safe when his hands were on her in some way, or even when he was just nearby. Even when he was short with her, or grumpy, Y/N had felt endlessly at ease. After what happened at the club, he was the only person she wanted to be around. The way her heart lights up when he calls her sweet names, or when she sees him for the first time in a while. How her whole mind swam at the prospect of him rather hurting his hands than letting anyone else see her vulnerable when she’d been in the sun. No matter when he lost his patience, or when he seemed upset, or even when he swore up and down that he shouldn’t be a mentor  – he was supportive, tender, and made her head feel melty and her insides gossamer soft. 
“I have plenty of reason to like you, outside of some bond,” she finally replied, wiggling in his arms to face him again – Leaf got up, stumbled out of her lap, then stretched with a silent yawn, “And it wasn’t just after eating. Just being with you makes me feel. . .complete, just as I said before. I thought it was just the blood, but when you leave for work and we’re separated, there’s a – it’s noticeable, the gape I feel in your absence.” Y/N curled her fingers up in his shirt, “I mean, how I feel for you, surpasses how I ever felt for Daniel, my old friend. As dramatic as it is, I’d thought I would never be able to love again –” 
“Oh, you humans and your theatrics,” he murmured with a laugh and Y/N smiled shyly, looking away. 
“-- but the way I’ve felt about you lately, I just don’t think whatever puppy love crush I had on him scratches the surface. Sorry, I wasn’t clear about it. I’d been so focused on trying to figure out my place in this world again and how to live life like this, that I hadn’t given myself a chance to sit and sort through my emotions. But they’re there – they’re real and scary.” 
Harry kisses her – she wasn’t expecting it, but she’d completely turned around in his lap by then so at least the angle wasn’t horrible. His lips are soft, and without the preface of something lewd, it is saccharine and chaste. Y/N shivered, her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into him, practically molding herself into the shape of his body. It was good – Harry’s been treating her delicately for a while now, but this was different. Like he was kissing something important to him. Something that he wanted to handle with softhearted gloves. 
When they part, Harry kisses the corner of her mouth, then her right cheek, her temple, over her forehead, and down the other side of her face. They’re feather-light and ticklish but his arms cage her in so she couldn’t wiggle away, helpless but to giggle. Once he finishes, he hums low and their eyes meet. 
“I’ll be keeping you, so get used to this.” He admitted, and if he’d eaten recently, then his cheeks would have flushed pink the way they do anytime he’s sentimental.
Y/N nodded and hid herself in his chest. 
She didn’t mind that at all. 
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Harry couldn’t wait to see her. 
He used to take great pleasure in his week to two-week-long trips out of the country for work, whether he was going to Dubai, Milan, Paris, or other places like it. Harry would gorge on international feeders and sex and all the adoration from people who question his otherworldly beauty and get lost in his sharp gaze. It was nice to be sought after, admired, to get his fill of all the blood he wanted. He thought it was a fair trade, for all those years ago, when he’d been scrawny and worthless to everyone. 
However, now? He just can’t wait to get home. Without the sex and the gorging, there actually wasn’t a whole lot to do in any of those spots that he hadn’t done thousands and thousands of times before. It was work, strictly work, and there was no sort of pleasure, apart from the gratification of seeing one of his looks trek down the runway. Besides that, there was only one person he wanted to sleep with now, one person he wanted to be adored by, and only one person he wished to get lost in his gaze. 
And she was thousands of kilometers away from him, probably coding some program that made no sense to his brain, in his sweatshirt that he made her promise to wear and those horrific (and endearingly cute) slippers shaped like cats that she picked up from the store in honor of Leaf (who liked to chew on them when Y/N wiggled her toes). Even on the plane ride back home, he wondered how he could make it quicker – if there was a way to travel even faster than a plane. He supposes he could run, his legs are quite fast, but if someone spotted him going a little too fast to be human, then that would be a whole other list of shit to deal with instead of just tucking himself into Y/N’s side. 
So as soon as he was finished up, the models had gone home, he’d given his statement for editorials, and he’d shared one glass of wine with a designer he really couldn’t be arsed to learn the name of (he’d drank with types like Chanel and Dior in the past, so the glitz and glamor of it now are easily lost on him) – Harry was on a plane and headed home. He used the in-flight wifi to watch a movie Y/N had suggested to him, but he was barely paying attention. How could he, when he was so excited to get home to her? 
It was crazy to think this was where their relationship had ended up. She used to be nothing but an obnoxious little thorn in his side and now all he wants to do is smother her with affection and give her his blood. Y/N was so important to him, it made his heart feel heavy and full for the first time in. . .well, he isn’t sure it’s ever felt this heavy and full before. The weight in his chest is unfamiliar, and at first, it had been unwelcomed, but he likes it now. It’s as if she’d curled her body around it and took residence there. She’s always with him, in that sense of it. 
The others had gotten used to it far quicker than he’d imagined they would. He expected more teasing as well, but they all like Y/N a lot, so he guesses to tease him is to tease her indirectly and they don’t want to. The most he gets is scolded that he isn’t good at sharing, and why should he be? Harry feels like he’d spent centuries waiting for her, now that he has her – doesn’t he deserve to be a little selfish? Especially after a week of not seeing her, Harry just wants her all to himself. That’s why he suggested that she come to his flat the first day he’s back, so they could be alone. 
So he’s more than happy, after the flight, after getting his shit from baggage claim and finding his car in the mass of other vehicles parked for overnight trips, and the 30-minute long drive from the airport to his flat – to see her just as he’d envisioned her. Only with a few additions; she wore the sweatshirt, and she had on these little shorts that were filthy (but she swore up and down she wore them because they were comfortable and not to taunt him with how little it would take before her bum was out), but tucked under her thigh was Leaf’s feather toy. Whenever Y/N was working, Leaf could go from sleeping peacefully at her side to the zoomies in all of three seconds, so this was her way of keeping her preoccupied – the stick was placed just precisely so that the feather and the string hung off the side of the couch for Leaf to jump and pull at. Y/N has pretty decent thigh muscles so she’s able to keep it in place without letting it move around too much. 
She has those horrible little booties on,  but she’s wrapped up in the throw blanket that Harry usually has wrapped around him – not for warmth, of course, but the way soft fibers feel against his skin is nice. He knows Y/N is not using it for that purpose because it touches nowhere that her skin shows, besides a little bit of her face. Y/N has it so close to her so that she can smell him, and Harry is just. . .so endeared by that he could scream. 
When he walked through the door, Y/N turned to face him with a big grin. She slid her computer out of her lap, and Leaf’s toy fell to the ground once she stood, carefully stepping over the kitten, and getting up on the other sofa so she could climb over it. She gets to him quicker this way, and her arms slink around his neck, and she holds him close, “Finally,” she murmured, “A week is too long.”
“You could always come with me.” He smiled into her hair, letting his eyes close – it was good to have her in his arms again, “I don’t think they’d mind a puppy backstage.” 
Y/N peeled away from him, flicking him in the center of his chest, “Shut up,” she threw at him, but it held no real spite, and her eyes were dripping in mirth, “Should I dress myself then show up?” 
“Oh, baby, please don’t – let me be the one to dress you.” 
It was nice, that back and forth, and had Harry not felt so keyed up then he probably would have started a load of laundry, showered, gotten in more comfortable clothes and they could have just hung out for the night. 
But Harry was keyed up – a week away from Y/N meant a week away from not only her beautiful brain, but her beautiful body as well, and he was missing the sounds she’d make when his fingers slid against her. How easy she was to rile up, the way she tasted on his tongue, how dripping wet she got from even just a little bit of Harry’s blood in her. It’s precisely why he’d eaten so much before leaving, and he’s sure she could tell he’d just eaten recently, with how warm his cheeks felt they must be rosy. And that flush on his pale skin is clear as day, especially how it slithers down his throat, and if he’s really worked up, it might splotch his chest. 
“When’s the last time you ate, Sweetheart?” He inquired – the icy little tip of her nose was enough to tell him it had been a while.
“Mm, I had some earlier, when I woke up,” she explained, “But I got distracted with work, so I haven’t since.” 
Normally, Harry might chide her for that, but he’s all too excited to offer his throat, “I have a treat for you then,” he placed his hands on her hips, walking her backward, “Get on the couch.” 
Where Y/N used to start on the side of his body and eventually make her way into his lap while she ate, she just crawled into his lap now to cut out the unnecessary jostling around. The weight of her in his lap is familiar, nice, and something he didn’t realize that he missed until he was away from her. She stretches her thighs on either side of him and scoots in very close; Harry is already half hard, and he isn’t sure if he’d been like this since he saw her, or on the plane when he’d even just thought about her. Whatever it was and whenever it was, he was definitely already getting hard just from the anticipation of her teeth in his neck. It felt like young adulthood all over again, when it wasn’t “mind over matter”, and Harry couldn’t help but get hard in three seconds from one thought. 
“I missed you,” she tells him, pressing her chest up against his, her nipples were already hard and Harry felt dizzy with the want burgeoning up from deep in his belly, “So much, and you were only gone for a week. It’s a little embarrassing.” 
“I miss you when I leave you alone for an hour,” he slides his hand on the nape of her neck and brings her closer, “Isn’t embarrassing. I’m flattered that you like me enough to miss me, even. Now take what you need, baby, I ate enough to fill you up.” 
The slide of her teeth into his skin never gets old, especially when it’s his throat. There’s a bite of pain, immediately soothed over by the euphoric feeling of it not only being a vampire bite, but a Y/N bite. The way she goes about it is still so tentative to start, and unsure, like she’s worried about hurting him – but the moment she tastes his blood on her tongue, all that vanishes. She moaned against his neck like she’d been starving for months and he’d finally come to save her, her fingers digging into his body wherever her hands lie. Harry can feel her inhibitions leave her, the way she gulps, drinks him down, and takes her fill how he wants her to. 
It’s always after a minute that Y/N’s body starts to move out of tandem with her. She hates that she starts rutting against him like an overexcited puppy, but that doesn’t stop the way her hips twitch and push closer to him while she’s eating. Harry’s hand slid from her neck, to meet his other at her hips, holding her still as she rolled her hips into him greedily. “Mm, it feels good, doesn’t it, baby? Especially after not having it for so long,” Harry shuddered, closing his eyes as he melted into the feeling, “I bet your pussy is already soaked.” 
Y/N whines, and he can only imagine how debauched the scene must look from an outsider's perspective. Her hands slip under his shirt, fingers tracing along his stomach and when the muscles in his abdomen tense up, his cock throbs to match. Harry’s fully hard now, and he thinks he’s already leaking, dripping into the inside of his trousers because he was always one to forgo underwear when it caused lines in his pants. Y/N lines herself up with him, tucking him into the folds because her pussy just swallows these shorts up, and rolls into him, “That’s it,” he whispered, “Such a good girl, you can have anything you want.”
The times she bites his throat aren’t always for pleasure. Harry still tries to prepare her for the first time she will meet with a feeder, so each time Y/N eats she gets better and better. She’s learned to stop when she’s full and to not overstuff herself just because it tastes good. She also has learned to read the queues of the other person, that she might have had too much – it’d be different for a human, but she can tell by the way Harry might start feeling even a degree less warm than he began as. 
He isn’t sure what coaxes her to stop today. She pulled away from his neck and lulled her tongue over the little puncture wounds in his skin, before moving so she faced him. Y/N made a pretty sight with her hazy eyes and her mouth stained red. Before he could spend too much time admiring her, she fixes her lips against his, slips her tongue into his mouth, and oh fuck. 
She’d kept some of his blood in her mouth, so it filled his own when she kissed him, and his eyes all but rolled up to the back of his head. Who had taught her something so filthy? His cock throbs so hard in his pants and he’s leaking so much precum he’s wondered if he’s cum already – he’s sure it’s sticky and webby beyond belief around the head of his cock, and Y/N isn’t helping the matter, she’s just making it worse. 
Harry takes her by the chin, parts her lips, and makes sure they stay open. Without having to instruct her, she presses the tip of her tongue to her bottom lip, waiting patiently – normally Harry places a couple of fingers on her tongue for her to suck and bite at, so he presumes that’s what she was expecting. But Harry couldn’t help himself, and if Y/N was going to be filthy, then he was going to be filthier, so he encased her tongue and her bottom lip with his mouth and suckled at it. When Y/N mewls, he takes more of her in, sucking the taste of him off her tongue while he pries at her little shorts. He was in no mood for her to get off his lap to wiggle them down, so he tore them, shredding the fabric. 
She makes a startled sound, mixed with a moan when Harry slips his tongue back into her mouth to kiss her properly again. Harry’s head spins when he backs away from her – they could kiss forever without needing to take a single breath (or they would be able to one day when Y/N really didn’t need to use her lungs anymore), but Harry wanted to look at her. Want to see her with lips bitten red and swollen, filled with blood that Harry kind of wants to knick with his tooth and drink from. He presses at her chest just a little so she stretches back, and he gathers the fabric at the bottom of her shirt in between his thumb and index finger, pressing it up her quivering belly. 
Her pussy is puffy and swollen and soaking wet, he would’ve thought she’d been touching herself before he’d come home. He can’t tell if he wants to bury his face or his cock into it more, but another hard throb suggests he’d better do the latter or he would cum hard in his pants. He uses his fingers to spread her open, showing off the engorged bud of her clit, chuckling brightly when it pulses beneath his attention. Harry is unsure what drives him to sink his fingers lower, get three of them wet then return to her clit to slap it, but he does, and the payoff is Y/N trying to close her legs around him with the most wanton of sounds. He does it again, a little harder, and Y/N’s hand comes to grab his wrist, “I’ll cum,” she whines like that was supposed to deter him, “I’ll cum if you keep going.” 
“Isn’t that the point?” He murmured, sliding his fingers through her juices and tucking them up inside of her, petting at her g-spot for a second before slipping them back out and licking her off his hand, “Want you to cum.” 
“I wanna cum with you in me,” she sounded like she was pleading with him, and Harry had always been a sucker for pretty girls begging, “Please?” 
Harry’s quick to work the button of his trousers open, pulling the zip and removing his cock from the oppressive confines of it. He’s harder than he’d even thought, but he was right to assume that he’d leaked so much precum it looked like he’d cum. The clear fluid oozes from the tip in a long, sticky line, filling up the dip of his hip bone. Y/N ogles him with awe-filled eyes, “Whoa,” she swallowed thickly, her fingers tracing up the underside from his balls to the tip, in a move he doesn’t think she means to be as teasing as it is, “You’re really hard.” 
“I know,” he bites down hard on his bottom lip as he throbs again, under her attention, in the coolness of the air. 
“Like, harder than I’ve ever seen you,” she states, and now her palm slides against his shaft, and she squeezes experimentally, looking between him and his cock, “And you’re so wet –” 
“Y/N,” he just barely holds back from whimpering, “No teasing, Darling, I need to fuck this into you or I’ll cum all over myself. You don’t want to waste it, do you?” He inquired, and Y/N shook her head, scooting closer, “Yeah, let me fill you up, Baby, want to watch it fucking drip out of you when we’re done.” 
She visibly shivered again, and Harry helped her lift and slide his cock inside of her. Y/N moans, her face pinches up from the pressure of him against her walls but she slips right on down like he belonged inside of her. Harry thinks Y/N likes the stretch – the burn of it, as long as it doesn’t border on too painful. She bottoms out, her arms wrapped around his neck, and she smushes their lips together. The kiss is brief before she nips at his plush bottom lip and sucks it into her mouth. While she does that, Harry presses his upper lip just above hers, his fingers digging into her thighs as she squeezes around him, accommodating his size. Her walls were velvety soft and smooth as they contract around him, the ridges and bumps something he’s set on memorizing. 
Her ministrations with her mouth go to his chin, she kisses then bites her way down his jaw, to his ear, laving her tongue over the little wounds that were no doubt closing and healing over by now. Harry offers her his hand when he realizes that she must want to bite something, and he’d made the right assumption when she fits his knuckles between her teeth and chews on him. Harry laughs as she starts to lift her hips, then drops back down onto him, “You’re so fucking cute,” he chuckled, “Should we get you a chew toy? A little bone for a puppy like you?” 
“Shut up,” her words are muffled around his fingers in her mouth but she’s riding him well. It feels so fucking good, Harry is holding onto every last bit of strength not to cum before her. A damning feat to accomplish when she finds the angle that hits that bundle of nerves inside of her just right – she clamps down on him, her eyes bead with tears as she fucks down onto him, and nibbles at his fingers. 
“Do you feel good, Baby? S’my cock stretching you out nice?” Y/N nodded, whining, “You can cum for me. Don’t you want that? Cum on me and I’ll fill this little pussy right up.” 
Harry shoves the sweatshirt up so it rests just above her bare tits, or at least enough that he can visualize them and then get one into his mouth. Her nipples are still hard, so pert and sensitive for him when he pulls them between his teeth and lulls his tongue in big circles around them. Harry alternates between sucking hard and flicking his tongue, and Y/N goes from chewing on his knuckles to holding them uselessly in her mouth and moaning around them. Harry feels her start to cum before she can even tell him through these breathy little whines. 
He isn’t ashamed to say he starts cumming before she could finish – he makes sure to work her through it still, fucking through the point of overstimulation, his thumb lulling on her clit when he raised his feet onto the coffee table and started to fuck into her. Harry fills her up, his orgasm splinters through him so intensely that he thinks his vision whites out for a second. He’s throbbing so hard inside of her, he knows she could feel it each time, and in response to each one, she mewls and sighs as she finally starts to come down from her own high. 
Harry untucks his face from her chest just as Y/N drops his fingers from her mouth. He’s still tucked inside of her but his cum slicks out from around where his cock is plugging her up, too much of it to even keep inside. The feeling is a little atrocious as it cools, but the thought of what it must look like almost has him stiffening up again. 
Y/N all but collapsed onto him, and Harry oofs! dramatically, before wrapping her up in his arms. Her arms moved to hug around his waist this time, and she murmured something on his shoulder that he couldn’t quite make out. She turns her head, so her cheek rests against his shoulder instead, “I said I really missed you,” she repeated, “I’m happy you’re back home.” 
A lot of responses run through Harry’s head, including, but not limited to I’m happy you’re here with me, I’m happy you’re in my life, I’m happy my cum is dripping out of you right now, I’m happy that our fates matched in this way, I’m happy that we have a kitten name Leaf, I’m happy our souls are bound together. 
Harry doesn’t though. He thinks them, and he smiles to himself when he replies with something that he’s pretty sure covers all of that. 
“I’m happy too.” 
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M | 1.3k | part 2 in series. Part 1 here.
tags: roommate au, prose, alex grossly in love for nearly 1400 words, dreamy vibes
They step inside, greeted by moonlight streaming through the windows, illuminating their living room in a dreamy light; it’s enough to see outlines and shapes, enough to keep everything just a little bit secretive, a little softer around the edges. Henry moves his hand to flick on the kitchen light, and Alex’s hand shoots out to grab his wrist. Henry looks down at him questioningly, blue eyes sparkling even with the absence of light. Alex always feels a little off-kilter around him, Henry both his center of gravity and his reason for vertigo. He’s stabilizing, and dizzying, and everything. Alex’s thumb and index finger circle Henry’s slender wrist, exerting the slightest pressure. He feels Henry's pulse jump under his thumb. “Get on the couch.”
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Drew the amazing m&m 💀
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currydrupe2307 · 2 years
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Rottmnt the Future turtle designs
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allthingssaudrey · 1 year
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jack & phryne // it hurts
hehe I’m proud of this one. enjoy🤍
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eskiix · 8 months
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Playing By Your Rules Chapter 22 - Cards On The Table
Lucas Koh x MC
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Fic Summary: Fresh from a break up, Lucas meets Katie. Flirty and fun, but emotionally unavailable, she's stuck in bed and bored out of her mind after breaking her ankle. What better way to cure her boredom and help Lucas get over his ex than by falling into bed together? Their arrangement has three rules: No kissing If it stops being fun, it ends And - most importantly - no catching feelings
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CHRISTMAS WITH THE PARKER’S
pairing: peter parker x best friend fem!reader
warning: swearing? mommy issues (IM JOKING SORTA) fluff, steamy if you squint lmao
summary: peter and you are best friends and spend christmas eve with your families.
word count: 1.3k (slay??)
Peter Parker and (Name) (Last Name) have been friends for as long as they can remember. Always been there for each other no matter what. When Peter broke up with Gwen, when (Name) was rejected from her dream job, they always were there to comfort each other. It was a no-brainer that they spent Christmas together as well.
She uncomfortably shifted on the armchair she was sitting on and played with the hem of her skirt. It was a plaid red one that her mother had bought her last Christmas. She checked her watch and tapped her fingernails on the arm of her chair. Peter was late. She had no idea how long she could last alone with her mother.
As she took a sip of hot chocolate from her mug the doorbell rang. She subconsciously smiled knowing exactly who was at the door. She placed her mug on the coffee table and dashed for the door. Her smile faded when she opened the door to reveal her younger brother and his girlfriend.
“Don’t look too happy to see me, it’s not like I haven’t seen you in months. Peter’s not here yet?” He deadpanned, rolling his eyes at his older sister who scoffed at him.
“I didn’t think you were him! I…I just thought you were Dad.” She lied with a tight lipped smile. Her brother seemed to not believe her and sighed.
“This is Lori. My girlfriend. Move it or lose it, Sister. Go daydream about Parker in your old room or something.” He rolled his eyes and grabbed Lori’s hand, she sheepishly smiled and mouthed ‘sorry’ to her. As (Name) watched her younger brother greet their mother with his fake ass smile.
“Am I late?” A voice called from behind her. She whipped her head towards the direction of her favourite voice. She smiled. Peter Parker was standing in front of her in his puffy winter jacket and dorky Spider-man hat, with two bouquets of flowers. (Name) didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around him and engulf him in a hug. He awkwardly hugged her back not expecting this amount of affection, not that he was complaining.
She felt so right in his arms, he never wanted to let go. His smile faded a little when she pulled away and smiled at him.
“What was that for?” He asked as they walked inside the cozy house and he handed her the bouquets.
“I missed you… Can’t I miss my best friend?” She defended fixing the loose bobby pin in her hair. Peter admired her as she did so. She always looked so pretty even when she wasn’t trying. His gaze softened when he noticed she was wearing his sweater.
“Are you wearing my sweater?” He asked softly, making her eyes widen. She hadn’t even noticed she was wearing it. She had ‘borrowed it’ a couple weeks ago without telling the boy. He had looked everywhere for it and now the girl of his dreams was wearing it.
“Wha-No. This thing?…Yes?” Her face heated up as she placed the bouquets on the countertop. Peter smirked at her flustered expression.
“Keep it. It looks better on you than it does me. Maybe ask next time though.” He chuckled when she embarrassingly sat on the couch next to her mother.
“Peter! Oh, I’m so glad you’re here, I don’t think (Name) can stand me for much longer without you! You got yourself a girlfriend yet?” Her mother started badgering the poor boy making (Name) groan.
“Mom! Stop. Leave Peter alone. I’m sure a pretty girl will come along eventually and sweep him off his feet.” (Name) sarcastically said.
You already did. Peter wanted to say.
“Jeez, (Nickname) don’t be such a Grinch. This is why you don’t have a boyfriend.” Her mother mumbled making the girl scoff.
“You know what? You’re such a-” (Name) began to start but Peter cut her off.
“(Nickname), I need to talk to you…about our assignment?” He tried. They had no assignment, He just didn’t want his best friend to argue with her mother on Christmas eve. The girl just nodded and dragged Peter to her room.
“What do you actually want to talk about?” Her eyes looked curious, full of wonder. Peter gulped. Oh God.
“You?” He answered uncertainly. He ran his fingers through his hair nervously. Now that he was in a room alone with her he was full on freaking the fuck out.
“Me? Why would we talk about me? Is everything okay, Pete?” She asked, her voice soft.
“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. I just…didn’t want you to fight with your mom…again.” He answered looking at his socks, they had holes in them. (Name) sighed and sat down on her bed, motioning for him to sit next to her. He sat down and she took his hands in hers. She always liked holding them, they made her feel protected and cared for.
“I love that you care so much, you know?” She spoke softly, barely above a whisper as she gazed into his beautiful brown eyes.
“How can I not? I mean, I love you.” Peter said without thinking. (Name)’s eyes widened. He what? Peter didn’t realize his mistake till she retracted her hands, settling them on her lap.
“You love me?” She was shocked by his words.
“Pfft…No? Unless you want me to?” He nervously played with his fingers not looking at her anymore.
“Please just forget I said anything. This is embarrassing enough already.”
“Peter-” She began again but he cut her off, again.
“Don’t feel bad, (Name). I know you're way out of my league so it was never gonna happen.” He rambled making the girl sigh.
“Peter!” She said louder, catching his attention finally.
“What?” He looked at her, noticing she was holding his hand again.
“I love you too.” Peter didn’t register her words for a moment.
She loved him?
“You do? You’re not just saying that as a joke? Or because you feel bad?” He asked, not believing what he was hearing. She nodded and smiled at him.
“I do. A lot.” She answered, cupping his face in her hands. Her face was burning up but she didn’t care at all. All she wanted to do was kiss Peter because she finally could. They both started leaning in, their faces inching closer and closer until they finally kissed.
The kiss was euphoric, both of them had been dreaming about it for so long. Their breathing became heavier as the kiss got longer but they couldn’t pull away. Not yet. (Name)’s arms were wrapped around his neck making the boy secretly crazy. When they pulled away, they stared at each other, not convinced any of this was real
(Name)’s face felt like a million degrees. Her sweater was now exposing her shoulder and her lips were swollen. Peter thought she had never looked more beautiful. She tried to fix her hair but it was no use, it was a mess. Peter smiled and pulled her onto his lap. She shyly laughed as he began pecking her face and whispering ‘i love you’.
“Hey look!” (Name) said pointing to the ceiling. Peter stopped and looked to where she was pointing before letting out a chuckle. Ironically there was a mistletoe, hanging right above them. (Name) buried her face into Peter’s chest out of embarrassment. Her Dad must’ve put that there.
“I want every Christmas to be like this.” Peter said as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
A/N: this is my first one shot! please please leave requests, i really love this one, i hope you enjoy! love you mwah 🫶🫶
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tjbanni · 8 months
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I got @jolliestlolli a present.
But she’s not gonna see this post until she gets it.
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angellongtail · 6 months
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Demon King LMK AU
yknow what I'ma try and do my best to ramble and people can ask me questions from there! If yall want more lemme know! I have many thoughts and a whole doc on this bad boi!
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Everything will be under the cut!
So my OC Jay is placed in Wukongs spot as the great sage, he's a stone monkey demon, he uses his shapeshifting/glamour to make it look like he has horns and a skeleton tail, all purely for the aesthetic. He has many titles much like actual Wukong. He is MK’s mentor/technical biological father and will do anything for his friends and family… even if it means leaving them or dying. He has an on and off fling with Spider Queen (The shipname is DemonicWebs <3) . He’s also a CEO of a pretty big video game studio that helps him work on his video games and he also has a movie studio that makes movies for him.
Jay originally when MK was created was super excited and felt so ready to have a successor, he even prepared everything he wanted to teach MK. Eventually, however, he started feeling inadequate and felt like he couldn't truly protect and raise MK properly. Which was taking a toll on him. That anxiety got worse when someone (Macaque) anonymously sent a fancy letter to Jay that threatened him and his kid which scared Jay down to his core, which caused him to hide MK's demon qualities, erase MK's mind, and put him in Pigsy’s noodle shop, for his own safety.
When MK is an adult he makes regular appearances at Pigsys Noodles to check in on his son, in disguise of course. Although he gets a sort of Tony Hawk treatment where people know who he is but won’t believe him when he says he is Jay. Whenever he’s needed to make public appearances he uses his human disguise, For the movies and shows he’s been in his human disguise most of the time only showing his true form in front of a few select people. Once MK has the staff and is training under Jay, Jay is actually pretty quick in admitting about being MK's actual dad and it takes a while for MK to think about Jay's reasons and if he should forgive Jay or not for essentially abandoning him.
Jay and Macaque adopted each other as brothers, since they were technically the 'weird kids' in monkey society and mostly bullied because of it, and used to always say they were blood-related. As kids they did everything together and practically dragged each other everywhere. Eventually doing the immortality quests, their training, and getting weapons and armor together. Macaque was Jay's right-hand man even before Jay became Monkey King. Whenever they left Flower-Fruit Mountain, they would look into other people's lives for stories that they could perform for the monkeys and demons of Flower-Fruit Mountain, although they often exaggerated details and made some things up to make the stories interesting. That’s actually how Macaque found out he liked performing shadow plays and it's how Jay figured out that he liked being an Actor. Jay and Macaque were essentially dramatic theatre kids.
Jay quite literally paused his journey to the west to give Macaque a memorial service after killing him for Tripitaka's survival. Jay pulled everything he could in the moment to properly mourn his brother, giving Macaque the best funeral any mortal or immortal could ever get. Once Macaque revived and found himself under one of his favorite trees on FFM, he's sorta had a feeling of favor ever since and the need to get Jay back for it.
Macaque in this AU has several jobs; he works at his dojo training kids and adults alike, does his shadowplays, and has a little part-time job at a quiet cafe of sorts. He eventually interacts with his customers too, once he realizes that he likes this job. He gets a lot of tips since his voice is so smooth that it calms just about anyone that he’s talking to. Although he tends to humble any Karens that come in when he needs to, he tends to out-Karen them most of the time. He goes viral every time he humbles someone, in or out of work. His boss is fully on Macaque's side when it comes to all this as he manages to keep calm and can take a hit or two if need be.
Mk's Seasons 1+2 conflict/arc in this AU is panicking over his new role as hero and his identity crisis. That solidifies his identity enough for Seasons 3+4 to be about MK getting his powers and staff back from LBD/defeating LBD, and then becoming insecure about his ability to protect and be there for his friends which results in him becoming a bit clingy after Azure Lion withers away.
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dayas · 2 years
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so glad you were around when they said speak now
belly conklin and conrad fisher keep their thoughts and feelings to themselves over the years. neither of them guessed conrad’s wedding would force them all out.
or, alternatively, the bellyconrad x speak now song fic that’s been living in my brain rent free.
out on ao3 !
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since it’s my birthday, could you possibly do a birthday sex, with jake and josh? it can be as rough as you want
Of course I can darling.
"That's all you want for your birthday?" Josh asked suprised. "The both of you. At once. That's all I want." You say softly, the butterflies in your stomach going crazy as you await their answer. Jake and Josh look at eachother, looking timid to speak, instead opting for a silent twin conversation. "It's not like we haven't thought about this before." Jake finally speaks, his statement suprises you, "You have?" You ask, your voice giving away just how shocked you are. "I mean, we both have wanted to... ya know, separately but we knew it would be too jealous of who you'd choose." Josh corroborates, this admission makes your face blush like crazy. These boys, these two dreamy men who on more than one occasion made your fingers wander while restless under the sheets, they both wanted you? "I must be dreaming." You giggle out quietly, Jake's hand slinks up your knee from your place on the floor.
"Not a dream baby, this is all real." Josh says crawling over to sit by your side, his hand moving the hair out of your face and behind your ear. "Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks softly in your ear. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." You whisper as the both of them move their hands all over your body, waiting for your consent before making a move. "Relax baby," Josh whispers as he kisses against your neck, his hand resting on your hip, "Let us take care of you." Jake says tenderly as his hand moves up your skirt, sitting against your thigh. You let your head fall back with a sigh, letting them consume your body. Josh kisses up over your neck, your throat, below your ear, then finally kisses your lips. You can feel your heart beat picking up the pace as he slips his tongue in your mouth. You sigh into the kiss as Jake kisses up all over your thigh, using his hands to move your legs apart. Your back leans against the couch behind you as the three of you sit on the soft rug beneath.
Jake positions himself between your legs, taking your attention away from Josh's kiss. Just the sight of him like this makes your breath hitch. His hand reaches out to reach between your thighs, feeling how soaked you already are, you gasp out at the presence of his touch, the welcomed preassure of his fingers over your panties makes the fire within you grow. "You really have been thinking of this for a while, haven't you doll?" Jake smiles up at you, his fingers slowly running in a circular motion, waiting for your answer. "Y-Yes." You huff out in a sigh, Josh let's his hand run down to your panties, feeling for himself just how wet you are. "Fuck, baby." He whispers out, he slips his hand into your underwear, his middle finger slowly stroking your clit. You let your head fall back as you open your legs wider for the two of them, Jake slides your panties down as Josh continues swirling his finger over your clit, moans cascading from you in return. Jake sits up on his knees as he comes over to you, you look to him as he takes your face in his hands, pulling you in for a delicate kiss, somehow so intimate as if it were just the two of you. He undoes the tie on your shirt, revealing your breasts to him, the boys suprised at your lack of bra makes you smile to yourself. Jake pulls the shirt over your head, he lets his hand slip between your breasts and between your legs as well. Josh keeps his position as Jake slips a finger inside of you, the two of them playing your body like a well mastered instrument. They may be Taurus' but they move like Geminis, twins moving perfectly together to make you feel so beautiful. Josh kisses you all over your neck and the tops of your breasts and Jake kisses at your thighs while he slowly pumps his fingers inside of you. "So fucking wet for us baby." Jake whispers, "I want to taste you." Jake adds, you bring your knees up, Josh withdraws his hand from you and instead begins to grope your breasts as Jake pulls himself closer to your core.
Josh kisses all over your tits before finally kissing over your nipples, his tongue strokes languidly at the same time Jake's tongue meets your clit and you nearly wail out in pleasure. Your hands are in each boys hair, pulling Jake closer to your core, moving him to wherever feels best, and in Josh's curls to egg him, causing him to tenderly bite at your nipples. They have you moaning uncontrollably, you feel like you were floating from the way they touched you, feeling their hands and lips and tongues all over you. Jake laps you up and you feel like you're about to break, you climax coming quickly. "You close honey girl?" Josh asks sweetly, his voice raspy in your ear sending a delightful shiver over you. You can only nod as you look at him as though you were begging him to let you cum. "She's almost there Jake, let her cum. I wanna see how pretty she looks when she cums in front of me like this." Josh says as he pets your hair, kissing your neck as Jake picks up the speed of his tongue, your hand in his hair grips tightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you whine, the white hot coil inside of you snaps as Jake sucks on your clit gently, moaning against your pussy, sending you over the edge as you moan out Jake's name, "H-Holy shit, Jake, ah shit, fuck" you cry out. Josh's hands are all over you as he kisses your breasts, neck and face as you come down.
"You sound so pretty when you cum baby doll. But I want to hear you say my name." Josh says as he kisses you hard, Jake emerges from his place on the floor as Josh lays you down, "Taste yourself baby." Jake says smiling as he climbs on top of you, his shirt hanging off his shoulders, exposing his beautiful chest and torso to you. He leans his body onto you as he kisses you, his tongue lapping into your mouth. You hum against his kiss, relishing in your taste mixed with his own. Jake kisses you one last time as Josh takes his place above you now, shirtless with his erection pressing hard against his pants as he sits on his knees above your skirt covered waist. "Please Joshy, I need you, need to feel you." You whine from your place on the floor, Jake smiles at your begging as he undoes his own pants, "She sounds so pretty when she begs, doesn't she?" Jake taunts as he strips down to his underwear, the outline of his hard on giving him away. "Oh don't worry sweetheart, I'll give it to ya." Josh grins as he begins to pull down his pants and underwear, his cock bouncing up to smack against his stomach. Your jaw practically drops as he is knelt completely naked before you, his perfect body makes your wetness pool even more between your thighs. Josh leans down to you, teasing your center, you feel like your heart could burst in your chest. You whimper out as he pushes inside of you, stretching you out in a way you hadn't felt in ages, but suddenly Josh pauses, "Are you okay? I can stop-" "Fuck, no Josh, you just feel so fucking good." You smile almost drunkly as you pull him down to kiss you as he presses all the way inside, the two of you moan in unison as he is fully seated in your pussy. "Oh, Josh." you moan, he begins a perfect pace, picking up slowly until he's slamming into you, his beautiful curls bouncing off his forehead, lip tucked in between his teeth as he pounds into you. "Fuck, yes Josh, just like that." You groan as you let your head fall to the side, watching as Jake is fully naked and stroking himself, you shoot him a smirk as he meets your eyes, "Like the show, Jakey?" You call out, your breath being punched out of your lungs with the thrust of Josh's hips. Jake nods, his cheeks already flushed as his hand runs over his length, "Look so beautiful this way baby," he can hardly manage to choke out. You give him a 'come hither' wave of your finger, "Come here, Jakey." You whimper, and Josh slows his pace to a stop. "My turn to taste you." You smile at Jake as he comes down to his knees to you, "Josh, please fuck me from behind, I want to feel you both, all I want is to make you both cum." You propose, looking at the both of them nearly slack jawed with blown pupils. "Anything for the birthday girl." Josh grins, kissing you sweetly on the cheek before pulling out of you.
Maneuvering on all fours, the boys ready themselves on each end of you, Josh grips on to your ass as he slips back inside of your throbbing pussy. Jake reaches out to stroke your cheek, caressing your face as you take him in your hand, licking teasingly at the velvet like softness of his tip, making him groan at the feeling of your wet and warm tongue as you stroke him into your mouth, fitting all that you can, slowly slinking your way down as you bob your head up and down his length. Josh spanks your ass cheek with a firm hand, gripping at the muscle under his fingertips as he picks up the speed, the tip of his dick running over your sweet spot that makes you moan around Jake's cock in your mouth, making Jake move his hand to grasp at your hair, pulling at how good the pleasure of your vibrations feel against him. You couldn't believe that this was all real, all actually coming true and it feels even better than you could have ever even fantasized.
"Such a dirty girl, wanting to get fucked like this, so greedy for two dicks to fill her up." Josh teases, his voice so raspy as he starts to tow the line of his climax, his words make you moan around Jake. "You need it bad don't you baby? To be filled like this." Jake taunts, you look up at him through your lashes with the sweetest eyes he's ever seen. "Use your words, angel." Jake prods, you pull off of his cock, drool running down your chin, "I want it so bad, I want to taste you, I wanna swallow it all." You beg, Josh picks up the pace until its nearly a punishing beat against your cervix, he leans over and pulls you by your hair roughly, flushed against his front. "Such a good girl, so sweet like this." He grunts as he rocks into you, you can't stop the moans that float out into the air at this new angle, "Tell me what you want from me baby doll." You can hear the grin in his voice as he holds you tight, his dick rutting up against your g-spot, "Fuck Josh, need your fingers, wanna feel you cum inside of me, deep inside me." You cry out, he kisses your neck harshly and he releases his grip on you, allowing you to fall back to your knees and in front of Jake.
You take Jake's cock back inside of your mouth, both of his hands in your hair as Josh brings his hand to hook around you and swirls masterfully over your clit, making you moan against Jake. "So close," Jake whimpers as he watches you work your mouth over him, "She is too, I can feel it." Josh pants out as he works to keep himself from falling apart so quickly, knowing he himself was just nearly there. You let your jaw go lax as you pull your hand away from Jake's shaft, letting your mouth do all of the work and allowing Jake to fuck your face as Josh's hips push you back and forth against Jake's cock. The feeling of your own climax was beginning to take hold of you, the feeling of the two of them like this, hands on your waist, face, hair, and ass, the collective melody of their two voices moaning out your name and the feeling of Josh's fingers at work as well as the two cocks buried inside of you brought on your orgasm. You can feel tears fall down your cheeks, the feeling of your heart soaring in your chest makes you feel like you could burst into a billion stars, your knuckles turning white on your grip on the rug underneath as you feel a wave of pure pleasure rips through you as you try your best to keep yourself from breaking in half. "F-Fuck, oh holy fuck." Josh moans as he grips your waist, feeling you tighten around him pulls him over the edge as he presses himself as far as he can, spilling inside of you. Jake groans, his stomach muscles tensing as he nearly doubles over from the delicious pleasure in your mouth as he cums down your throat. You greedily swallow it all down, continuing to run your tongue over his cock until he's given all he can.
Josh pulls slowly out of you, you groan at the loss of him but also as you feel his cum dripping so perfectly down your inner thigh, your knees are wobbly and your shoulders are sore. You let yourself crumple on to the floor, surrendering to the embrace of the rug below. Jake and Josh follow suit, the three of you blissed out and staring at the ceiling as you all search for your breath. "Holy shit." You sigh, letting the momentum of this moment hit you. "Yeah." Jake says unenthusiastically and out of breath, "I can't believe we just did that." Josh says, disbelief apparent in his voice. You let out a giggle, melting the tension of the room, Jake and Josh both chuckle. "Well, happy birthday." Josh congratulates as he rolls over to give you a kiss. "Best birthday present ever." You sigh looking over at Jake, he kisses you with a sweet blushy grin. "Thank god, because I totally forgot to get you anything."
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Behold...... My Alice Cooper fan artwork!!!! I really hope you guys enjoy seeing these as much as I enjoyed drawing them. Drawing is my passion, especially if i get to draw my favorite rocker and his gorgeous wife (they're in costume in some of these drawings and out of costume in some of these other ones). I hope Alice and Sheryl see my artwork one day too. ❤️
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cupid-styles · 2 months
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hockey!h blurb on tumblr today and boxer!h part 2 on patreon <33333
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f-rg-tmigej · 1 year
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Fyller år idag 🥳
Firades av i helgen. Och vilken helg det blev. Kunde fan inte sluta le. Har sådana fantastiska människor omkring mig.
Vem är som er? Pffff INGEN! ♥️ Tack alla fina M,R,M,M,V,E,H,S,S
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currydrupe2307 · 2 years
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I wanted to draw a picture of this after reading a comic called Eclipse Apprentice that talked about how Yin and Jin are related to Wan Ji in the last page and that their cousins.
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cruelsummer-ficfest · 9 months
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Back for era 4 story 2!
Daphne/Blaise babes 😘
Ooooh how fun!
Your Ship: Daphne/Blaise
Your Song: ...Ready For It
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