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U N P L A N N E D, the sonogram

Harry stared at the green and white tile as he paced. Right foot, left foot, right foot, left foot. Y/N was sat on the exam table in Doctor Weston’s office and shifted on the wax paper, eyeing him for a second before letting out a breath. “Can you relax?”

He looked at her like she was crazy. “I can’t relax. I have to figure out a lot of stuff right now. And I’m nervous, okay? This is a big day.”

She faltered a little at the charge in his words, a wave of guilt crested when Harry sighed. It wasn’t her fault he was nervous, not her fault he wasn’t sleeping well and it certainly wasn’t her fault they were in this situation to begin with.

She watched him for a moment, almost like she didn’t know how to reply. “You’re not the one who has to have someone’s fingers in her–you know.”

He rolled his eyes at that--that certainly wasn’t his fault. He let out another breathy sigh and sat in the chair against the wall, eventually pulling his eyes up to scan the blue and white gown that draped over her figure.

“Cute dress.”

“Shut up.”

“S’nice!” He laughed a little, offering a smirk when she glared at him.

“It’s ratty and old and–not very flattering.”

Harry realized when she spoke that he had to be honest, had to tell her the truth about his sour mood and maybe that would help him feel less foggy. A breath before he said it: “m’sorry–I just–I had a meeting with Jeff today and we decided to push the album back.”

Y/N froze, lips parted either in shock or uncertainty or some kind of expression that Harry couldn’t quite place. “I–”

He cut her off, leaned forward and put his elbows on his knees when he tried to reassure her. “S’fine, Y/N, really. Gives me more time to sit on it and plan some music videos and talk about marketing stuff.”

He would have said more, maybe even told her it’s not her fault, but the door pushed open and a red-headed woman with soft features smiled at Harry before she looked to Y/N.

“Hello, hello, how’s mom feeling?”

Harry felt his stomach drop at the m-word, a tangle of baby-related thoughts when he looked from Dr. Weston back to Y/N. She was panicking, lips parted like they had been only a moment before when it was just the two of them in the sterile room.

“Good, right, love?” He stood and took two steps over to her, some sort of instinct in him took over, a hand on her back when he realized how frozen she was. “Headaches, she’s said, a funny taste in your mouth, right?”

She nodded, still frozen by anxiety or uncertainty or something.

Dr. Weston sat on the rolling stool and moved towards the sonogram machine, an apologetic smile for the panic she’d caused. “Are the headaches helped by something over the counter? Advil? Tylenol?”

“Yeah,” she cleared her throat a little. “Advil. Is that alright?”

“Perfectly fine. Just take the recommended dose, no more than it says on the bottle.”

They both nodded at that–as if he would remember her advice, too.

“Alright,” Dr. Weston reached for some gloves and looked up at Y/N, eyes wide. “Ready to lean back? The gel will be cold but it will give us a good look at what’s going on in there. This will be the first of many ultrasounds.”

Y/N glanced to Harry quickly, almost like she needed more reassurance. He nodded slightly and she did as she was told, pushed her bum back on the table and let her back rest flush against it.

She bristled a little at the gel, Harry still stood by her side and watched as Dr. Weston pulled the probe away from the monitor before pressing it to the exposed skin. She tensed again, Harry put his hands in his pockets again to keep himself from reaching out to touch her.

“Okay,” Dr. Weston’s voice was calm, she moved along Y/N’s lower stomach for a few seconds, all eyes were glued to the screen. “So, the big dark circle there is your uterus,” she pointed at the screen and clicked something to capture it. “That’s the lining, there, where it turns to a lighter gray.”

Harry nodded, his lips slightly parted as his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned forward to get a better look.

“And that, the tiny little thing inside of it–” she adjusted the probe again and pointed to the screen, tugging at the whole machine a bit so they could see it more easily. “That’s your baby.”

Quiet for a second, the first time in a while that Harry’s pulse slowed. He stared at the screen, glanced down to Y/N, and then back to the black and white mumbo jumbo that was simultaneously much bigger and much smaller than himself.

Y/N stared, too, shallow breaths and wide eyes when Harry bumped his hip into hers, a small smile on his face. He pointed towards the screen, “s’right there, that’s it.”

“I see it,” she nodded.

He tilted his head to the side. “It’s more–like a pea now.”

She laughed at that, melodic and sweet and immediately breaking the tension in the room in half. “It wasn’t going to be an apple seed forever.”

Dr. Weston smiled, rolled away from the machine when Y/N pushed herself up on her elbows. “Do you want to do a vaginal ultrasound? We can possibly hear the heartbeat that way–obviously less comfortable.”

Harry looked over at her, all she did was nod. She shimmied out of the hospital shorts, tugging the gown to make sure Harry couldn’t see anything, but he’d already twisted around and busied himself with his phone to offer privacy.

She coughed awkwardly, “okay, you can look again.”

He turned around, a blanket splayed over her lap, pink on her cheeks when Harry met her gaze, eyes trailing down to Dr. Weston’s hand between her legs. He wondered for a second: what did she think of all this? Was she judging his career or the awkwardness between them?

Quiet for a second, then Dr. Weston smiled. “That sound, the whooshing–that’s the heartbeat. That’s the baby, again,” she pointed. “Right there.”

“Huh,” Y/N said, once again, eyes on the screen and hands clasped over her stomach.

“So,” Dr. Weston’s voice was quieter now, she removed the probe and discarded her gloves into the trash. “Still too soon to tell the sex. But–we’ll do another one in about four weeks. If anything changes, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to reach out. You can email me on the patient portal or just call the front desk.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll print these for you.”

“Can you print two copies, please?”

She nodded, a sympathetic smile in Harry’s direction before she shut the door behind her and left them alone in the room.

Y/N sat up, the paper crumbled beneath her and Harry stood awkwardly in the center of the room.

Another confession. “I, uh–I still haven’t told my family.”

She nodded slightly, pulled her eyes down to the floor, unreadable.

“I want to, I just–I haven’t seen them in a bit,” he shrugged. “I’m supposed to go home for a while next week.”

She nodded. “You should go.”

Okay, a third confession. “It’s supposed to be for, like, six weeks.”

“That’s fine.”

Was she mental? He felt his brow furrow. “No–I’m not–I can’t miss whatever happens.”

“Nothing’s going to happen,” she waved him off.

He pulled his head back, utterly confused by her words. “I don’t think that’s how pregnancy works.”

She stood from the table quickly and hopped down, barefoot on the tile. “Just go.”

“I might for a week, but, that’s all.”

“You don’t have to do this,” she snapped suddenly, glancing up at him. “You don’t have to come to every appointment and act like we’re actually–I don’t know, together, or something. We can still live separate lives.”

“I’m not acting like that,” he said, voice softer now. “I’m just doing what’s right. I’m in this, too, Y/N.”

She turned around, shimmied the shorts down from her hips and held the gown in place. Stubborn, good to know, Harry made a mental note when she reached for her panties on the chair beside his.

“I think you should do it. Tell them in person.” She pulled them up into place, Harry let his gaze wander towards the ceiling when he picked up her shorts and handed them over to her.

“Why are you like this?”

“I’m not like anything,” she said, one foot in first, then the other. “I just don’t want you to feel trapped in LA with me. I’m fine.”

She dropped the gown now, holding it to her chest when she turned around. He averted his gaze again, stared directly at the vagina poster on the wall. “Right.”

Harry felt his shoulders relax once she pulled a t-shirt on.

“Right what?”

“You’re right. You’re fine. You don’t need me,” a shrug of his shoulders, though he didn’t mean it at all. “Is that what you want me to say?”

“I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to relax.”

“Well I’m sorry that I can’t,” he spoke quickly now, her face faltered and for a second, Harry thought she might storm out. “But the last thing I need is for you to act like none of this is a big deal.”

Instead, her chin started to quiver and her eyes welled with tears. Harry let out another breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. How on earth was she pissing him off and making his heart do somersaults in the same moment?

“I’m sorry,” she said quickly, words broken by the heavy breathing. “It just happens now–I just cry on command.”

He shook his head, watching as she folded the gown neatly on the table, left it there to be discarded by the nurse who never brought Harry’s cup of water. “No–I–it’s fine. You can cry as much as you want.”

She blinked a few times, forced air from between her lips like she was trying to steady her pulse. Maybe it was the sound of the heartbeat, or the way she looked up at him nervously when she laid on the table, but something made Harry realize that whatever tough exterior she showed was only there to avoid the fear and the emotion that hid beneath the surface.

Two steps forward, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She was stiff for a second and the air was still, like everything between them was so fragile any sudden movement could knock them completely off course.

But Y/N sighed and wrapped her arms around Harry’s waist. He didn’t know why, but something pulled him into her. Emotionally, physically, mentally, whatever. He smiled down at her, pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“S’alright. I’ll go home for a week. Then I’ll be back.”

“Okay,” she said quietly. “Okay.”

Harry sat at the kitchen table in his mum’s house, hands around a cup of tea when she finally smiled and sat down. His sister had made the drive up, so excited to see you!

He felt guilty when the words tumbled out of his mouth, clunky and awkward as if he hadn’t rehearsed it on the plane a thousand times.

“So--uh--I have some news.”

Gemma’s eyebrows raised, she sipped at her tea and set it back on the table expectantly. Anne put her phone down, clicked it shut after replying to a text from a friend.

“I want both of you to stay calm, yeah?”

Anne glanced over to Gemma, a brief look of uncertainty between the two of them when Harry forced a tight-lipped smile.

“Yeah, get on with it, then,” Gemma urged.

“Well, you both have met Glenne…”

“Course,” Anne nodded in confirmation.

“She’s got a friend, uh, my friend, too, her name’s Y/N.”

“Sure,” Gemma nodded, eyebrows furrowed now as she watched her brother trip over words.

“We--uh--Y/N and I--she’s pregnant.”

Silence, both of their foreheads wrinkled and Harry’s heart felt like it was pounding so fast that it might just jump out of his chest and onto the table.

“Because of you?” Gemma’s chin jutted forward a bit, the look on her face told Harry that this wasn’t the news she expected. We’re dating, we’re going on vacation, we got a dog. Anything would have felt less surprising to Anne and Gemma than hearing that Harry was now a father-to-be.

He nodded, lips parted like he wanted to speak but the words wouldn’t come out. His mouth was dry and his hands felt clammy. He took a sip of his tea, earl grey, just to buy some time and think of what to say next.

“Are you alright?” Anne reached forward and put a hand on Harry’s wrist.

He glanced up at her, immediately softening at the kindness in her voice. “I’m kind of freaked out but I’ve had a bit of time to wrap my head around it.”

“She’s keeping it?” Gemma asked.

“She is--we are,” he corrected, a nod at his own words, the reminder he felt they all needed: we, not she.

They were quiet for a moment, Harry wondered what Y/N was doing right this second. Getting home from work? Eating dinner with Lexi? His stomach had churned with guilt on the flight home, but now, thousands of miles apart, Harry realized that in a way, he was still with her in Los Angeles. Even if it was just a lump of cells on her uterine lining and a nagging thought of what the fuck are we going to do.

Somehow, that made him feel better.

“And you trust her? You feel alright about her?” Anne’s words were careful, Harry knew what she was asking and honestly, he expected it at this point.

“Yes, yeah,” he nodded. “She’s a good person and she’s kind and funny and she’s--” he thought about it for a second. How did he explain to them what his last few weeks had been like? “She’s honestly been freaking out ever since she told me and--you know--if she was taking the piss she wouldn’t be as freaked out I think and--I don’t know.”

Gemma nodded slowly, eyes still wide when she looked at her brother across the table. “Where’s Jeff at with all of this? Has he gone absolutely mental?”

“He’s…had his moments,” Harry laughed a little. “We had a meeting with my lawyer the other week, we’re doing a paternity test once I get back.”

Anne narrowed her eyes for a second, Harry caught it and did the same. “What?”

“You just--you don’t seem as scared or nervous as I would expect,” she shrugged. “You seem almost…calm.”

“You seem abnormally okay with all of this,” Gemma laughed a little, the first bit of normalcy since he’d confessed.

“Yeah, well, I’ve had some time to sit with it--figured it’d be best to tell you in person.”

They nodded, one of the cats jumped in Gemma’s lap and Harry took another swig of tea.

“And besides--Y/N’s--” he paused, surely they’d think he was crazy for the words about to come out of his mouth. “She’s nice, she’s sweet, she’s normal. It’s obviously a huge deal and a totally life-altering thing, but, I don’t know. I feel okay about it. About her.”

Anne smiled a little, she looked over to Gemma and then back to Harry, a tiny trace of emotion in her eyes. “I get a grandbaby!”

“I get to be an auntie,” Gemma smiled, reaching forward to take Harry’s hand. “Kind of thought I’d have my own before you knocked someone up, but--you’ve done a lot of shit we haven’t quite expected.”

He laughed at that, told them about the doctor’s appointment and the way all of the air got sucked out of the room when he heard the heartbeat. He showed them the sonogram and then stepped out of the room.

He’d already warned her: I’m telling them tonight, should probably FaceTime so you can meet. Now she answered the phone and he asked if she felt ready to meet them face to face, through the screen, on the other side of the planet.

They sat round the table and she smiled and waved, her anxiety palpable but probably only to Harry. They asked her about work, made the right amount of small talk and before he knew it they were saying goodbye, another flutter of his heart when she promised: i’ll talk to you later!

Which is why, only two nights later, Harry was laying in his bedroom weighing the options. Call her? Don’t call her? It felt strange to know her life was moving on without him, she was driving to work and seeing her friends and doing all of the things that she’d always been doing, but for some reason, Harry felt left out.

Sleep wasn’t coming and he did the math on his fingers, 6:45pm--no, 7:45pm, he pressed her name in his phone and held his breath when it rang.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” he breathed out, “s’me.”

“Hi,” she said it quickly, a beat of silence when Harry realized it was his turn to say something.

“What are you up to?”

He could hear the smile through her voice, “just got home from work, actually. We’re just gonna hang out tonight, kind of tired, honestly.”

He hummed in thought, his heartbeat slowing just knowing that she was alright. Life as usual.

“Do you feel alright?”

“Yeah,” she said casually, he could tell she was moving about in her house. “I’m fine. Kind of nauseous and just more tired than usual–but I think that’s normal.”

“Right,” he agreed, a second as he contemplated even saying it. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

A pause for a second, but she laughed, “I know, it’s been a minute. What have you been up to?”

He made a noise as if to imply it’d been boring. “A lot of meetings, honestly. Spent a few nights in London for a photoshoot for the album cover, merch stuff. Nothing too exciting.”

“That sounds cool–better than getting angry emails about your font choice.”

“Yeah I can’t say I’ve experienced that,” he admitted, grateful for the natural flow of conversation. “But look, I, uh, I’m glad you got to talk to my family the other night.”

She was quiet for a second, he wondered if he’d said the wrong thing or if she’d suddenly pull back: I can’t, we can’t, nevermind.

But then she said: “me too, it was almost sort of fun–aside from all the crying I’m doing.”

“Right,” he laughed. “S’the hormones, I guess, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Another pause, another rush of adrenaline when he took a chance and asked: “when do you think I could, you know, see you again?”

He counted the seconds this time, only two mississippi before she answered. “Dunno, you’re back Sunday and it’s a busy week at work, next week. So, maybe next weekend or something?”

Deflated a little, his chest sank deeper into the mattress. “Yeah–okay, I just, miss you, is all.”

“Oh–uh, yeah, it’s been forever,” she stammered, awkwardness laced through her words like she hadn’t expected him to say it. Did she miss him? Was he pushing this too hard? Harry smacked a hand to his forehead silently and shook his head, stupid, stupid, stupid.

“I can’t wait for you to come home,” she said quickly, “or, back to LA, I guess.”

He smiled, shifted gears, not stupid, eagerness in his voice now. “I can stop by, when I land, if you’re around Sunday.”

“Yeah–I should be here, if you want.”

He smiled. “Okay.”

“What time is it there?”

“One in the morning,” he stifled a laugh. “I saw my dad for dinner tonight–hung out with my sister. Just getting to sleep now and wanted to see how you were.”

She giggled a little, a cute one that made Harry’s veins feel like they were on fire. But then she put it out after she cleared her throat. “Alright–well, I’m fine. You can sleep, you sound tired.”

“I am.”

“Okay.”

“Okay–so I’ll see you Sunday?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then, Harry. Night.”

His flight got delayed and Harry did his best to not firmly tell the woman in the Delta lounge how big of a deal it was. He didn’t think I’m supposed to see the girl I accidentally got pregnant when I land would do much to kick the pilots into gear or change the minds of the air traffic controllers.

So he ate a warm cookie and sent a text to let her know: Might not be able to see you, I’ll keep you posted.

Her reply made Harry wonder if he was being ridiculous.

No worries, have a safe flight.

He kept his thumbs perched over the screen for a second, the urge to keep the conversation going and just interact with her had only gotten stronger while he was away. He typed and deleted, typed, and deleted again.

The flight was long and by the time he stepped foot on American soil he knew it was too late. He climbed in the backseat of the car that waited and fired off one last attempt.

Harry (11:56pm): I just landed, took so long, I’m sorry. Are you up?

Harry (12:02am): I’d still love to stop by if you are.

Harry (12:04am): I’ll see you soon xx

Nothing. But he woke up in the morning to a reply and smiled like an idiot at his phone.

Y/N L/N (6:14am): Sorry, I was asleep! I could come say hi after work?

Y/N L/N (6:15am): No pressure though.

Was she kidding? He didn’t even have to think about it: of course, he said, come over.

So he opened the door that afternoon and smiled, opened an arm to pull her in for a side-hug. Not too much, he thought, not too little. “Hi,” he greeted. “How was work?”

“Fine,” she shrugged, let her bag slip off her shoulder when she looked up at him. “My coworkers definitely know that something is up.”

His eyebrows lifted in curiosity as he moved towards the kitchen. “Yeah–why’s that?”

“Cause I’ve had to work from home a fair amount and I don’t tell them why.”

Another glance in her direction, was something wrong? Was she not telling him that she wasn’t feeling well?

“Just when I have a doctor’s appointment or something,” she reassured. “But normally I’d tell them why and I haven’t and then today when I was leaving, Simone–she’s on my team–asked why I was in a hurry to leave.”

“And?” He grabbed a glass from a sleek black cupboard, placed it beneath the faucet.

“I just said I was seeing a friend.”

He handed the glass over, now filled three-quarters of the way with water. He raised his eyebrows in a triumphant smirk.

“What?”

“You called me your friend.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “I didn’t think that baby daddy would be appropriate.”

“Fair,” he leaned his head to the side and watched as she sipped the water. After a second, he turned his back, stopped to look over a piece of paper on the counter. “Well, I’m gonna make us some dinner. Figured you might be sick of In N’ Out and seeing as take away is the only low key option, prepare yourself for a culinary masterpiece.”

She swallowed quickly, wiped her mouth and offered a surprised look. “Do you cook, like, ever?”

He turned around, offended. “What? Y/N--are you kidding? Of course I cook.”

“Well I didn’t know if you had someone do that sort of thing for you.”

He made another face, blinked a few times as if he couldn’t believe what she was saying. “Take a seat,” he said finally, motioning to a stool on the other side of his island when she smirked a little. “Watch.”

He diced onion, chopped up carrots. What is this? She teased. Chicken soup?

Close, but no–a roast chicken dish that his grandmother had passed down to his mom. He liked to think it was his specialty when in reality, it was one of the only things he knew how to make. Y/N sat there for a while, she told him more about her coworkers and the rude email she’d gotten from one of them. Eventually she mentioned that she might be promoted, Harry smiled up at her.

“That’s amazing,” he said. “When do you think it’ll happen?”

“In a few weeks, I don’t know. Depends on a lot of other things and--”

She cut herself off, shrugged before she looked like she was about to change the topic.

“And what?” He pushed.

She let out a sigh, put her chin in her hand and looked up at him. “A promotion at work would be amazing, but, you know, might be too much stress if there’s gonna be someone else around.”

“Someone else?”

“A child,” she said, a look of mild panic when she rambled. “You know, that thing in my uterus that we saw the other week. It’s gonna be super different when it’s here. He or she or they or whoever. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be Team Lead if I have a baby on my nipple.”

Another smirk, then a shrug. “We can get a nanny.”

“No–I don’t–we don’t need that.”

“Well–if I’m going to be on tour at some point next year and you’re getting promoted, we might need some help.”

Harry hadn’t really thought that far ahead yet. But he meant his words: if they needed help, they could get it. He didn’t want Y/N to have to give up her life or her job or anything in between just to resent him more than she probably already did.

She seemed to zone out for a second, eyes glazed over like she was running through scenarios in her head. Harry put both hands on the counter after he put a lid back on a boiling pot.

“We have friends and family, though. I don’t want my baby raised by a stranger.”

He picked up a pair of tongs and smiled at her, his best attempt at calming whatever nerves were bubbling inside her brain. “Wouldn’t be a stranger, love, It’d be a nanny.”

“Well, I think it’s too soon to go there.”

He let the tongs rest on the counter. A moment of silence passed between them.

That’s when she looked around, looked over her shoulder at the living room and the piano and the art on the walls.

“I haven’t actually been in here since that night,” she said, another glance around the room as her words floated up and echoed off the tall ceilings.

“You stood in the foyer when you told me.”

She laughed, looked over her shoulder at him. “I kind of wiped that day from my memory.”

“I can show you–upstairs–if you want.”

“The scene of the crime?”

“The conception of our child,” he said, pointed a playful finger in the air to correct her. He motioned with his chin towards the stairs, started walking before she agreed. “Come on.”

She hopped off the stool, followed him up the large staircase that twisted around itself, bringing them up to a hardwood landing and a long hall. Harry pointed out guest rooms and a home office before he opened a set of double doors.

“Wow,” she said, a slow nod as she took in the floor to ceiling windows and the view of the city.

He snickered, “you’ve seen it before, remember?”

“Yeah, but, I was drunk and it was dark.”

She took a few steps in, glanced over to the bed but then back to the windows.

Harry remembered leading her upstairs, the rest of his guests had already trailed out, maybe Glenne and Jeff were in the living room but eventually they climbed the stairs and he showed her the same windows and the same view and she smiled at him like she wanted him to touch her.

“Yeah–well this is it,” he said, a few steps forward towards the end of the king sized bed. “Bathroom’s over there, good tub.”

“It’s beautiful,” she said, an awkward smile when she brought her eyes up to his.

“Yeah–definitely quite a romantic spot, so, I don’t blame us that night.”

She laughed at that, rolled her eyes when he walked over to look out the windows.

“I mean–we could have done a few things better.”

“Hey,” he chastised, turning around with a smirk on his face. “It was a magical night!”

“Right–if you count the drunken fumbling and then, you know, the whole conceiving a child thing.”

He let his eyebrows rise and fall as if to say, okay, fine, fair. “We were drunk but it was still–good.”

He turned to see her, a tinge of pink on her cheeks that made his mouth twitch towards the ceiling. Was it wrong that he liked having that effect on her? Did that make him an asshole?

“I remember almost falling off the bed at one point,” she admitted.

“Right after I took your bra off–you tried to make sure it wasn’t improperly folded,” he choked back a laugh, a knowing look on his face about how she tended to be neat. “But in full transparency, Y/N, I wasn’t really worried about how it was folded. I was more just trying to kiss you.”

She rolled her eyes, a flutter of her eyelashes before she looked away, she did a lousy job of hiding the smile on her face. “Then I remember you putting on a condom–like you should.”

“Right, grabbed it from the bedside table,” he went over and opened the drawer, pulling out a black and gold box, tiny foil squares inside.

She sighed at the sight of them, reached out a hand to inspect. “99% effective my ass.” She looked at the box, flipped it over in her hands and then he saw her forehead wrinkle. “Harry, hold on–is this, it says expires 2018. It’s 2019.”

“What?” He reached for the box and took it out of her hands quickly, holding it closer to his face this time to look at the tiny, black numbers on the side. “Fuck.”

“Are you kidding?” She stepped back from him. “You had expired condoms and we had sex with an expired condom and that’s why this happened?”

His throat felt tight, he looked at the box and then at her and then the box again. “I didn’t know–I obviously wouldn’t have used them if I knew–I just, I hadn’t been here in a while before then!”

She let out a deep breath and pinched the bridge of her nose.

He stepped towards her, his voice filled with concern. “Is something wrong? Are you sick?”

She opened her eyes quickly and offered him a death glare. “No–I just can’t believe you’re that stupid!”

Ouch. He rolled his eyes a bit at that, tossed the box to the bed and let his hands slap against his sides. “Well, my apologies, then. It’s all my fault.”

“No–I’m not, I’m sorry, it’s just,” she shook her head, rubbed at her eyes a few times before offering him another awkward smile. “That explains it. Now we know. It’s no one’s fault.”

He sat on the bed, a tiny laugh from between his lips. “I mean, it’s sort of mine.”

She hesitated for a second, laughed at his admission and then sat beside him. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Harry felt frozen for a second, the strange but familiar desire to reach out and touch her, to remind her that they’d survive this somehow, one day. She stared out the window and then laid down, eyes blank as she watched the fan spin on the ceiling. He wondered what she was thinking about. Him? Them? Whoever was growing inside of her?

“You know,” he turned around, pulled a knee up onto the duvet when he stared down at her. “I have a feeling that one day we won’t regret it as much as we do right now.”

She let out a huff of air through her nose, sat back up and nodded. “I know,” she said quietly.

They went back downstairs and Harry plated the meal. They sat at the counter and she joked about getting as big as a house, swollen ankles and heartburn and wide eyes at the thought of what was to come. Harry didn’t tell her, but he knew she’d be beautiful no matter what.

Eventually they moved to the couch, she put her feet up and complained about how she’d lost all of her energy, a frown on her face when he flipped through channels on the TV.

“This is bullshit,” she groaned. “Haven’t you seen those things where the guy doesn’t drink throughout the pregnancy either, cause he’s a good partner?” She offered him a challenging glare but then backtracked. “Not that–you know–just that most people are married in this situation.”

“I know what you mean,” he smiled to himself, settled on Jeopardy before he put down the remote and picked up the glass of wine that he’d nursed through dinner. “That’s a big ask, Y/N.”

“Having your child because you used an expired condom is a big ask, Harry.”

He raised his glass of wine towards her in jest. “You’re not wrong. But I thought it was no one’s fault?”

“Well–it’s your fault I can’t have a glass of cabernet.”

He leaned over, let a hand rest on her thigh and looked you in the eyes. “When she’s here and you can drink, I’ll buy you all the wine you want.”

She looked at him for a second, Harry noticed the way her eyes flicked to his lips before she blinked a few times. “She’s a she?”

“Don’t you think?” He let go now, a rumble of emotion in his chest made him back away slowly.

“I hadn’t thought at all, really, about it. One way or another.”

He nodded confidently. “I think it’s a girl.”

“Do you want it to be a girl?” She smiled.

He pushed his lips out in thought. “No preference. Just a feeling.” A pause–the daily double logo flashed on the screen. “Do you want to find out at some point?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I don’t know when they can tell, so.”

“Me neither. We don’t have to.”

He changed the subject, then. Too much excitement when his hand touched her leg had Harry wondering if he was also experiencing a hormone induced delirium. He asked about Lexi and poured himself another glass of wine, she asked about his trip home and laughed at the pictures of the hike he took with his sister.

She stood by the door now, work bag on her shoulder and an awkward smile when Harry asked:

“Can I see you again soon?”

She hesitated, a noncommittal shoulder shrug. “Yeah–I mean, if you want. I know you’re busy, you don’t–like–have to hang out with me, remember?”

Harry let his chin jut out in frustration, maybe these were words he’d be repeating for the rest of his life. “I want to–why is that so impossible for you to swallow?”

“It’s not impossible,” she rolled her eyes. “I just, I don’t know. We don’t really know each other and we don’t have to pretend like this is anything other than what it is.”

Maybe Harry was crazy. Maybe the feelings he felt were just a side effect of shock: a baby, an accident, a beautiful girl with a smile that could light up any room and a sudden redirection in life that he never saw coming.

“I want to know you. You’re the mother of my child, Y/N.”

Another shrug of her shoulders. “Fine.”

“I mean it.”

“Okay,” she said, defeated.

Harry saw the anxiety in her eyes, the skepticism and the fear and whatever else it was that kept her up at night. He knew the feeling.

She nodded, a hand on the doorknob before she slipped out into the night. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

Harry took a sharp left turn into the parking lot. Fuck me, fuck this, fuck, fuck, fuck. He was out of the car in seconds, holding the keys over his shoulder to lock it as he ran for the entrance of a lab somewhere in Burbank. Carpeted hallways, a glass door into a waiting room, magazines of coffee tables and surprise on the face of the woman behind the desk.

“Hi--my friend--uh--I have an appointment?”

How did he even begin to explain himself? Paternity test, pregnant, traffic. World spun around in his head when a nurse with a name tag looked and waved and put him out of his misery. “I can take you back.”

So he followed her down a hall, offered an apologetic smile when he pushed the door open and saw Y/N sitting in a big medical-looking chair and Jeff stood in the corner, as anxious and annoyed as ever.

“Hi,” he said, a bit out of breath. “Sorry–I was doing some stuff with Emma at the house.”

Y/N smiled and waved, albeit a bit awkward seeing as her other arm was connected to a vial that filled with blood. Another nurse smiled over her shoulder at the room’s newest occupant.

“Okay,” she said, a wad of gauze over the crook of Y/N’s elbow. “All set.”

“Am I up?” Harry took a step forward, ready to climb into the chair.

“Just a cheek swab, from you,” she replied, setting the second vial in a stand beside the first. She stuck a label on to each of them, reached for a long q-tip and then turned around. Harry opened his mouth, looked around awkwardly when she held his chin and then rubbed at the inside of his cheek.

Y/N eyed him and smirked: “everything the man has to do is easier with this stuff, isn’t it?”

Jeff laughed at that, shrugged a bit before the nurse let go of Harry’s face. He moved his tongue around a bit, smacking his lips together as if the swab had a bad taste.

Harry felt guilty. On top of being late, Y/N’s words were right: everything was easier for him. He didn’t have to carry a baby. He didn’t have to give birth. He didn’t have to explain to friends and family: I got knocked up by a celebrity.

He also didn’t have the scrutiny of his team breathing down his neck: is she lying? Is she full of shit?

That was the reason Jeff was here in the first place: to chaperone the trip and to ensure that the paternity test went smoothly. Now that it was over, Jeff let out a sigh of relief.

The nurse set the swab in a tube and turned to see Y/N. “So we’ll send this off now and the results will be mailed to the address you listed in 5-10 business days.”

“It’s going to Dave’s office,” Jeff informed them. “He’ll call you both with the results.”

Harry followed them back through the waiting room and into the parking lot, the California sun was warm and he slowed down when Y/N drifted off in the direction of her car. He was about to ask her to wait, let’s get something to eat. Another rush of excitement and fear when she looked at him over her shoulder, almost like she could hear his thoughts.

“I’m supposed to meet Glenne for lunch,” Jeff said, a hand over his eyes when he turned around. “If you guys want to join.”

She smiled, Harry did too. Nervous, unsure, he lifted a shoulder and waited to see if she’d say anything. After a second, she waved them off.

“Oh–I don’t–you can go, Harry. I should go home anyway. Lexi and I said we’d clean today.”

“I think Lexi’s coming,” Jeff pulled his phone out of his pocket to check a text. “Yeah–Glenne said we’re meeting at Fin’s for brunch.”

Harry raised his eyebrows at Y/N, a smirk when he stepped forward. “You can ride with me, Y/N?”

Would she say yes? Would she resist whatever was blooming between them, whatever Harry hoped was blooming between them? Friendship? Trust? Comfort?

Jeff stood in between them and let his head swivel from side to side. Y/N thought on it for a second but then nodded, yeah, sure, I guess, if that’s alright. She climbed into Harry’s car and then took a seat beside him on a patio in Silver Lake.

“If she’s not then I’m not,” Harry smiled up at the waiter, shut his menu in front of him before smiling over at Y/N.

“You can get a mimosa,” she rolled your eyes in response. Lexi’s manicured hands clapped together when Glenne ordered a pitcher for the table.

Harry shook his head, calm, casual, no big deal. “M’fine, water’s fine.”

The waiter disappeared and Y/N looked at Harry skeptically, the same face he’d seen only a few nights earlier at his front door.

“I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he turned to her again, voice quieter as if the rest of the table wasn’t listening. “I can definitely go nine months.”

“Without alcohol? Yeah, right,” Glenne laughed. “You’ll make it two weeks before you want a glass of Merlot.”

“I’ll be fine,” he scoffed, sunglasses still on his face beneath the terraced patio. “I don’t even think I like Merlot.” False. Merlot sounded nice but Harry wasn’t about to admit that.

Glenne made a face and Jeff leaned forward. “You really think you can go nine months without drinking?”

Harry set his elbows on the table, narrowed his eyes. “Care to make it interesting?”

“Place your bets, everyone,” Glenne let out a laugh and reached for the water that had already been delivered.

“Two weeks,” Y/N said quickly. Another shocked look from Harry when turned to see her.

“Two weeks?! You think I’m spineless, don’t you?”

“I watched you house two glasses of wine the other night after dinner.”

Jeff raised his eyebrows at that–Glenne seemed to give Lexi a look. Y/N tried to backtrack, like she was suddenly worried that maybe they weren’t supposed to be hanging out aside from meetings or doctors appointments.

“Whatever, how long do you think you can go?” She pushed the attention back to Harry, he shifted in his seat beside her.

“Nine months,” He nodded. “I think I can do it.”

“I give you two months,” Jeff sighed. “Tops.”

“I vote eight months,” Lexi said, leaning forward and resting her chin in her hand. “I think your downfall will be Christmas and New Years.”

“That counts as nine months if it’s New Years,” Harry said. ��She’s due in January!”

“I vote halfway. Four or five months,” Glenne leaned back and watched him.

After Y/N left his house that evening Harry felt like an asshole. Wine? He couldn’t give up wine? When she was about to give up so much more just to uphold her end of a deal she never agreed to?

He let a hand rest on her knee under the table. “I’ll do my best, and whoever’s closest, I’ll buy you a nice dinner.”

“That’s all?” Jeff teased. “No yacht or car?”

“I’ll take you to Nobu,” he raised his eyebrows, giving Jeff a look he couldn’t resist.

“So I have a question, then,” Glenne changed the subject, her voice quieter than it was before. “Have you thought about any names?”

A few. Harry’d done some googling and his mother had tossed out a few on his trip home. But he hadn’t said any of that to Y/N.

“No,” she said quickly, hands folded in her lap. Harry fumbled with his napkin but watched as she spoke. “We don’t even–we don’t have the results yet.” She motioned back to the street–back towards the chair and the tiny room with fluorescent lights.

Glenne nodded, lips pursed in a line. “Sweetie–we know you wouldn’t lie about it, it’s just–”

Right. So this was why Y/N hesitated on the brunch invite. Glenne was her friend and Lexi was her roommate. She’d gotten roped into a world she wasn’t really used to: NDAs, lawyers, paparazzi and rumors and now she couldn’t even have a glass of wine to cope.

Harry’s head was a similar mess of anxiety: what does this mean for the album? How do I tell my fans? All of that seemed small in comparison.

She looked at Jeff quickly, pulled her eyes back to Glenne. The waiter appeared with three glasses and placed them right in front of Lexi, like she’d drink them all. Y/N laughed a little at the excitement on her friend’s face, but Jeff shrugged and offered an apologetic smile.

“I know it’s shitty and awkward,” he said. “But just think about what a shit show it could be if we didn’t test it. I mean–it’s you, I get that. You’re not just some random person or something, but–we’d be stupid to not just make sure.”

“I know,” she nodded. “I get it.”

“Once the results are back next week Dave will lighten up,” Jeff said. “I’ll talk to him.”

Harry was quiet, watched as Lexi handed the last mimosa over to Jeff. After a second, he shrugged. “I like Vienna.”

Y/N turned to look at him quickly, nose scrunched. “Vienna? As a name?”

He nodded.

“No,” she shook her head. “I don’t like it.”

“Or Jane. Simple, pretty.”

Lexi looked at him like he had three heads. “You already decided it’ll be a girl?”

He nodded, shifted to look at Y/N as if he couldn’t be any more serious. “She knows I’m right.”

“No I don’t,” she laughed. “He’s crazy. If you’re worried about one of us being a nut job, it’s him,” she looked directly at Jeff.

Harry held up his glass of water, pushed it towards the center of the table. Glenne raised her mimosa, she laughed when Lexi took a gulp before clinking hers into the circle.

“Here’s to me being a nut job, then,” Harry laughed. “Even though I’m right.”

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AN: WOW okay this one was so fun to write and H is falling for her so hard. Revisiting this has been such a bright spot in my busy life lately, so I hope you're all enjoying it!!!!

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cozyaliensuperstar7 · 13 days

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Beautiful People 👑

essence:

Daddy’s COMING HOME

The thoughts we have running through our head, just take us all to the water. This is our confession, we licked the screen. Forgive us.

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Now, please excuse us while we look for a straw. For some reason we just became indescribably thirsty.

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I’ll post the gear making video another day! Because the details on this thing are crazy.

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chanelfunnell · 1 year

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Q@A

Just aa handful of replies to the question queue that piles up

A) anon, no idea whether and what's up with the Pens wags and Galentine. I have posted their post about one fundraising dress up event but the name is different. I guess Galentine is about Valentine.

Bunch of mean girls just up to dress up, dinner and publicity and knocking each other down. We know that Jules has not a bow shaped leg, just a photo shop fail of the lady of the Pens next to her.

B) anon, I know about it and I will posts their great time and so engagement. So happy for then. Megan Butler is just.. Megan Butler holistic psychedelic approach living in her bubble. For sure she was more active suddenly on Insta and so with her, sect, event. I get you don't click with an old clique of Blackhawks wags or they invite you over but sending wishes on Insta such as old wags from Detroit (Klara Kubalik) or Edmonton (Lauren Kyle, Celeste Desjanin etc) cost you nothing. Mainly being so action on social media.

C) anon, Crosby looks better after 30 and defo now. Physically. I don't think he's always cute, in good mood and no paranoid though. On other hand McDavid seems to me quite abnormally normal. I don't know his crazy superstitious or peeves but he looks quite ordinary, not paranoid or manufactured idiot, he shows gf a college sweetheart. Still touchy feely after years, he has great results on long run. Draisaitl looks to me he has thoughts about a break up or some sort of withdrawal or just showing his darker side based on his sarcasm and mockery aka flip flops etc.. But I don't read too much into looks, photos.

D) anon, I will post about Zegras. Some his videos are quite interesting and not just brat like. His idol is Patrick Kane.

E) anon, I am not an expert about Marketa and her photos and face but the woman ginger hair from the profile behind Sidney Crosby (and M David) is definitely not Marketa. Calm down!! Crosby has a gf Kathy, not you and he dues not live in fraternity sanctuary.

F) anon, thanks, I guess it could be old new gf of Seth Jones.

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carry-me-out · 4 years

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sometimes i think, “i’m starting to lose interest in suju.” then i watch a video of eunhyuk and i realize i was wrong.

#super junior #suju #eunhyuk #hyukjae #lee hyukjae #he’s so hot wtf???#and he’s super adorable too???#okay but legitmately hyukjae got me into suju #i thought he was good looking so i clicked on a d&e video #and then i fell in love with ‘bout you #and then i fell in love with suju #and the rest is history #queued!

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Private Show

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I hope y'all like this fic! Procrastination is a horrible thing. I felt so dirty writing this, even though I do this almost every single time.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Camboy Male reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Bottom male reader, Top Chris Evans, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, and jealous Chris?

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Chris Evans wants you to give him a private show. Just you and him over a webcam. But maybe he’ll get to meet you in person.

I hope you’ll enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And for any errors that are found.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can go to my masterlist.

KEYS:

M/N: Male name

L/n: Last name

C/U/N: Chris Username (Y’all get to decide what name he gets. Couldn’t come up with anything)

F/S/D: Favorite Starbucks Drink (You never had Starbucks, then just pick a random drink)

E/c: Eye color

H/c: hair color

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES. THIS IS JUST FICTION.

I may have changed the request a little bit… (actually, I think I changed everything.)

ALSO, YOU ARE AGE 25 YEARS OLD IN THIS! Okay, that’s it, you may proceed to the fic.

MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

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*Sigh*

Chris sighed as he was sitting there naked and with his cock in his hands. He rubbed his head in frustration, throwing his head back. ‘Same old stuff.’ He thought. He hasn’t jerked off in months, and so he was extra horny.

He was scrolling through several different porn videos on Pornhub but nothing interested him. ‘What about something new?’ He thought, moving his cursor to open a new tab.

His fingers were typing away to look up a specific type of porn. Once done, it read, “Gay Pornhub”, he pressed enter. The page loaded to show many types of porn videos, Chris had never seen before.

‘What about this one?’ Chris thought, clicking on the video and waiting for it to load. The title was, “Step-daddy and Step-son ‘Hanging’ out” video was done loading.

The video started with a young male with a lean but somewhat muscular body, lying on his stomach reading something on his phone.

He was only wearing underwear that hugged his ass amazingly.

The camera zoomed in on the boy's plumped ass. Moving up slowly. Chris has to admit, the boy was sexy as hell. Then an older man came in. He looked to be 30 or something. He was the definition of daddy and alpha.

He was shirtless, showing off his hairy chest and muscular body. "Since your mother is out, how about we hang out?" The guy said in the video.

The other male nodded. The next scene was them both hanging out, watching TV. The camera then zoomed in on the step-dad crotch. He had a noticeable bulge.

"I can help you with that daddy. I know mom doesn't let you touch her or have sex with her, but you can touch me." The young man said, rubbing the other guy's bulge.

He spoke in a seductive tone that turned Chris on. His meaty cock got rock hard from the boy seducing the hot daddy.

"Fuck, m/n! Do you want to be a good boy for daddy? How about you wrap that little mouth around my cock?" The daddy growled into the m/n's ears.

'So that's his name?' Chris thought, rubbing his cock to the two males now making out.

It then escalated to m/n removing the man's boxers and giving him the best blowjob of his life.

"That's right m/n~ wrap those pretty lips around my big cock… oh fuck… you suck cock better than your mother. A good little slut for me." The older male said, running his fingers through your soft hair.

Chris's cock was leaking already, cock head becoming red. "So fucking hot! Better than regular porn." He said, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The camera view turned into 1st point of view, with the older male looking down at the other one giving the blowjob.

Chris's mind began to change. Instead of thinking about females' lips wrapped around his cock, it was filled with the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.

'Want those beautiful lips around my cock.' Chris thought, jerking off faster to the thought.

Then he heard moaning. "A-ah~ daddy! Mmm… wreck my… b-boy pussy!" You moaned as the other male thrust into him.

"Yeah, I'll fuck this little boy pussy. Such a slut, seducing your step-dad into cheating on his wife with her son? But this is worth it." The other male groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

'Yeah, like that baby. Tighten that sweet boy pussy around my cock. Milk me off my cum.' Chris moaned, wishing he was the one fucking your plumped ass. Rubbing his nipples for more stimulation.

"Mmm, daddy, please! Keep fucking me!" You moaned as the daddy picked up the pace.

'Don't worry baby. Daddy will fuck you faster.' Chris was lost in his thoughts of fucking you.

He began to thrust his cock into his hands, thinking it was your tight hole. It's was only his first gay porn video, and he was already hooked.

Much hotter than straight porn. Most specifically, he was hooked on you. "F-fuck… I'm gonna cum~"

'Cum for me baby. Gonna fill these buns with my cream!' Chris groaned, jerking off faster, nearing his end.

"CUMMING!" you moaned, your cock releasing its load. The daddy in the video burst inside you.

Chris felt cum burst out of his cock and all over his muscular chest. 'That was the best orgasm I ever had.'

Chris never shoots that big of a load before. This was his first. 'So fucking hot.' Though Chris was kind of jealous of the man in the video.

(Mostly because he got to fuck you and cum inside.)

Chris found his new favorite porn to jack off to. And a new favorite pornstar.

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Over the next few days, Chris was hooked. Curiosity got to him again.

He wanted to know if there were more videos with you. Your name was mentioned in the video, so he just looked you up. And there you were. A verified account, millions of views, a lot of followers.

Chris binge-watched all your videos, cumming several times. He at least came 4 times, draining his big cum-filled of its essences after months.

He got premium just to watch your other videos. It was safe to say, he was kind of obsessed with you.

he was kind of jealous of the guys that got to have sex with you. He loved the way you moan, your beautiful face, and your plumped ass. The way it jiggles whenever the other guy would thrust into you.

Even though it all started days ago. He wanted to feel your hole clench around him, your fat ass jiggling whenever he thrust his pelvis into you. When Chris found out about your only onlyfans, he immediately made an account.

And since then became your biggest donator. He would donate hundreds of thousands of dollars. You took notice of this.

XxxXxxX (I don’t think I did this part correctly?)

Chris was sitting there, cock in hand, as he watched you over a webcam. He gave his cock a few strokes. It was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip.

You were shoving a large 10-inch dildo inside your plump tight hole. Chris was turned on by your hole just swallowing the whole thing. Of course, he had dirty thoughts about having sex with you. He could imagine the way your hole would swallow his cock.

He was also reading the comments. And of course, they were filled with horny people. Mostly men. Some were:

“You make me so horny!” “Shove that dildo inside that tight boy-pussy!”

“I wanna fuck you.” this made Chris a little jelly

“Boy-pussy is probably still tight.”

Your moans were music to his ears. "You wish this dildo was you, daddies? You want to fuck my boy-pussy?" You moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

'Fuck, yes baby boy. I want to fuck that little hole. Have you riding daddy’s 12-inch cock.' Chris groans, stroking his cock faster. He was close and you were close too.

“You wanna cum inside me? Want me to milk your cock of all its cum?” you said, thrusting the dildo faster while dirty talking to your audience. It hit your prostate deep inside.

Chris stroked his cock harder at the thought. ‘Fuck yeah… Wanna cum inside that ass.’ he could feel his cock twitch, pre-cum gushing out from the tip. “F-fuck, daddy! I’m close.”

'Cum for daddy baby boy. Cum all over you that chest of yours. Be a good slut for me!'

"I'M CUMMING!" You moaned. 'Me too!' Chris groaned, his meaty cock shooting its load. His cum covered his chest and hand.

At that time, you came as well. Your cock twitched a little. "I wish this dildo was your cock and you were filling me up." You said before ending it.

'Me too baby boy. Wish I was there.’

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Chris was at a local Starbucks in Boston. Ordering some tea, but then he noticed a familiar face among the crowd of people. ‘He lives in this area?!’ Chris thought, watching you in the distance drinking your F/S/D. You were sitting alone.

He noticed that you were typing away on a laptop. Then he began to take in your features, your soft plumped lips wrapped around the straw, sucking up the liquid, beautiful e/c focused on the laptop, and soft, puffy h/c.

You could feel someone watching, but when you looked, no one was looking at you. Chris turned away before you spotted him. He probably looked creepy to everyone else. ‘Stupid, stupid!’ face-palming himself.

‘Should I go talk to him? Wait, how old is he even? He looks young.’ Chris thought, debating whether to go or not. In the end, he decided to shoot his shot. (Not in a sexual way. Not yet.)

Chris made his way towards you and asked, “Is this seat taken?” you looked up at the person and noticed a tall muscular white man (IDK if I can say that.) He looked pretty handsome. ‘Daddy material. Maybe I can get into his pants- Goddamn thought.’

You shake your head no. He smiled at you before sitting down and sipping his cup of tea. “So, I think I should start with introductions. My name is Chris. Chris Evans.”

You cracked your neck and knuckles. “You play Captain America? Well, my name is M/n. M/n L/n.” you said, taking a few more sips from your F/s/d.

You both talked about random things. Chris found out you were 25 years old and more things about you. And most importantly, a pornstar. Chris was curious about how you got into the porn industry.

“So, how did you get into this sort of stuff?” Chris questioned, sipping his tea while making eye contact with you. You took time to comprehend what he said.

“Oh, um… you see, I started it because I needed the money to support myself and to pay for college. I attend MIT.” you said, looking down in embarrassment. Chris decided to shoot his shot.

(You both left the Starbucks and are walking through the streets of Boston)

“I could be your Sugar Daddy. Who do you think gives you all that money?” Chris said, smirking at you. Your jaw dropped at this new information.

“Wait, your C/U/N? I-” you were lost for words. Chris looked around to make sure no one was looking and there wasn’t anyone. Then he pinned you against the wall.

“What do you say… baby boy?” Chris said, lifting your chin and whispering the last part into your ear. You smirked at him. “Mmm, maybe... I should reward you for being my top contributor.”

“Let’s take this to my place.” Chris offered.

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Chris was sitting on his bed waiting for you to come out. He felt the cold air on his naked muscular chest. His cock aching inside his boxers, which gave a noticeable bulge.

Then he heard the bathroom door open. His breath was caught in his throat. You were probably the sexiest guy he has ever seen. He could see your lean but muscular build. You walked towards and straddled his lap. His cock was pressed against your cheeks.

“I would like to thank you for your support. I’ll give you a private show,” you said seductively into his ear. You traced your tongue against his neck. Chris snapped at that point.

Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and his scruffy beard buried in your neck. You moaned as Chris nipped at your neck, leaving hickeys. “You taste so delicious. I always dreamed of this.” Chris admitted while rubbing his bulge against your ass.

You moaned as Chris massaged and groped your ass. “Why don’t you be a good little slut and suck daddy’s cock?” Chris said, pushing you between his legs. You smirked at him before removing his last article of clothing. You were met with the most beautiful thing, Chris’s cock.

It was probably the biggest you saw. The biggest you have ever seen was 10 inches, but Chris looked to be 12 inches long and thick as a wine bottle. There was a prominent vein that leads to the tip and big cum-filled balls.

“I know it’s amazing, but I want that slutty mouth on my cock.” Chris said in a cocky tone. No pun intended.

You gave his cock a few kitten licks on the side. You traced your slick tongue up the large vein and tasted his salty pre-cum. Chris groaned, moving his fingers through your hair.

“OH FUCK!” Chris moaned, feeling your warm, wet mouth swallow his cock. You sucked on his cock like your life depended on it. You rolled his balls as well, Chris threw his head back in pleasure.

“You sure know how to suck cock, M/n! I never had this good of a blowjob.” Chris moaned. You moved from his cock to suck his big balls as you stroked his cock. Chris’s chest was moving up and down.

You could feel his cock twitch and pulse in your hand. Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground and pushed onto the bed. (On your back) “Tighten your thighs,” Chris said, using his dominant alpha voice. And you did just that.

Chris inserted his meaty cock in between your thick, soft thighs. “Oh fuck. Such beautiful thighs.” Chris groans as he fucks your thighs. He used your thighs like a fleshlight. You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing through your thighs. ‘I want him inside!’ you whine needily.

“You want me inside you, baby? Don’t worry, daddy will give you just that.” Chris said, removing his cock from within your thighs and moving down to see your little hole.

Chris lathered his fingers with lube and pressed it against your hole. “Mmm.” Chris could see your clench and unclench which was more of a turn-on. He circled his fingertip around your hole before pushing it in.

You clenched around his thick finger as it pushed further in. “Such a tight ass. Even after all those guys fucked the hell out of you.” He then added another finger, stretching your hole to take his cock.

‘Where is that place?’ Chris thought until he heard you moan. “A-ah…” you moaned as he found your sweet spot. ‘Guess I found it.’

"Please, I need you inside daddy! I wanna feel your fat cock split me open!" You begged, moving back onto his finger.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your brains out. Make you my personal cumdump. My little slutty whore. I'll give you what you want!" Chris growled, removing his fingers and placing his meaty cock against your ass.

"Thrust that cock inside-" before you could finish your sentence, Chris thrust his whole cock inside you. You could feel your home stretch as he settled in.

"Fuck! Your hole is still tight after fucking so many guys! So warm and tight. Better than that pocket pussy I use." Chris groaned as you tightened around him.

"P-please… don't be gentle… fuck me rough." You begged.

"What do you think I'm gonna do? But first, switch positions, I want you on your knees." Chris said, not taking his cock out. You moved onto your knees with Chris’s cock still inside. “Now… let’s get to the main course.”

Chris pulled his cock all the way out before thrusting back in. “A-ahh!” the room filled with the sounds of skin-slapping, moans, groans, and growls. He was hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“My little slut, how does it feel to get fucked by a real man? This is what you were made for, to serve fat cocks like mine, but too bad, cause I ain’t sharing you.” Chris growled, gripping your hips as he thrusts faster.

“Y-you fuck… m-me better than… anyone e-else! Your cock… is m-much and t-thicker! P-please… c-claim me as… y-yours!” You moaned as Chris’s thrusts became rougher and he kept hitting your prostate. Your cock was aching to release its load.

“I always dreamed of this happening. Me fucking your plumped boy-pussy. I would fuck a pocket pussy thinking it was your hole.” Chris said, leaning down to your ear and licking. You clench around his cock at the thought. You gripped the bedsheets as he kept hitting your pleasure spot.

“Now it’s reality. - OH FUCK - I’m gonna cum soon!” Chris said, holding you tighter and thrusting faster. You could feel his cock twitch and your cock was twitching too. “M-me too… daddy! P-please… cum inside me!”

Chris gave one last thrust before filling you up with his hot load. You could feel his cum squirt out of his tip. His cum was the filling to your donut. (IDK where I was going with that.) And at the same time, your cock shot its load all over the bedsheets. Chris pulled his cock out to see his cum dripping out.

Chris collapsed onto the bed next to you. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest. “That was the best sex I ever had. Even though you weren’t my first,” you said, moving your hands down to his toned abs.

“Also, I gladly accept your offer. Maybe this will evolve into something else.” You said, moving your hand down to his limp cock and slowly jerking it. Chris’s breath hitched.

“Also, I can also be a power bottom. I have a lot of stamina left so prepare for round 2.”

THE END

A/n: I hoped y’all enjoyed this fic! Now I have to work on kinktober. Anyways, bye my🍓 little strawberries🍓!

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Albedo idol girl darling thoughts M A N I F E S T E D

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Well, to be entirely honest, he thinks the whole idol thing is a little dumb.

For someone like him, at least. He's a PhD student in his final semester, lots of work to be done and all that. So, you know, he's a responsible, accomplished adult. Not the kind of person who gets into "that stuff," as he calls it in his head.

Nor does he even know how he encountered it... He just takes the occasional break from work to mindlessly open whatever app first pops into his vision and scroll through the feed. He's never watched anything like it in his life, so he's not exactly sure why he gets recommended some idol girl thing, and even less sure why he taps it without really thinking. Probably one of those videos that gets recommended to everyone. Well, can't be that, it doesn't have that many views... Probably loosely connected to some video game he's searched before or something. He's familiar with idols and what they are, and the subculture surrounding them, but he's never really cared about it.

Honestly, it's kinda pathetic that a bunch of grown adult men get so obsessed over these girls, he thinks as he watches. He's seen the type. Lonely, asocial dudes, most definitely virgins whose only female attention in their entire life is their mother, well into adulthood with no real social group to speak of.

...Not that he's much better off, but he hasn't quite sunk down to their level. The only reason he doesn't talk to people much is because they're busy, and he's even busier. He managed to make a few friends in undergrad years. Well, study partners who mooched off his notes since he was one of the top students, but same idea. They were people he spoke to more than once, which is what constitutes a friend, right? And for the record, one time in high school a girl in his class said she liked his hair. He hasn't changed the way he wears it since. Whenever he's sad, he thinks about that compliment from 10+ years ago, and it makes him feel a little better. But now, he's constantly slammed with work and research.

And his acquaintances are also all busy. He sees notifications every now and then from social media he never checks. Everyone is getting married at this stage in life, both friends and even other PhD students in his department. Not that he's ever been invited to a wedding, he just overhears a lot of conversations, sees notifications of posts. And he will too, eventually. He just has to finish up his degree, and then... Meet a girl. Well, that's actually the second step, step one would be finding out how to go about meeting a girl. He's... Never done it before. Probably does not happen sitting in the research lab at 11:30 pm on YouTube. He's talked to one of the other PhD students who's a girl before. And only stutters sometimes. He was even able to look her in the face while he talked to her once. That's a good start.

Ok, so maybe he is a little bit pathetic, but not as bad as... These guys. Reading the comments of the video actually make him feel a little better about himself, because frankly, they're kinda wild. The worship and fawning over girls is one thing, but they even have timestamps referring to various members like "she's super cute here!" Or "you can kinda see her thigh at 3:12!" Etc etc. Yeesh, creepy. And they get into comment fights over who is the best member, as if it even matters. It's fascinating in a human-social-experiment sort of way, the manifestation of a subculture and how humans interact with each other. On and on it goes, hundreds of commenters. He pays more attention to the comments than the actual video, but the song is kinda catchy in that annoying sort of way, and the girls are cute, just kinda... The typical thing he'd expect from idol groups. But the building will close soon, so he taps back to home screen and swipes the app closed.

Unfortunately, the algorithm remembers.

And he's not certain why he clicks the next one either, the following day. The lunch breaks he takes are usually pretty rushed. Not that he has specific class times at his level of academia, but he likes to get his work done. He intentionally eats either a bit later or earlier than the lunch crowd to avoid crowds and interactions. Finds a nice secluded little table tucked away. So when he opens it back up, what do you know, several more videos get recommended. It's absent minded when he taps on one, the kind of numb-brained entertainment every modern person indulges in, videos you wouldn't really be interested in but just watch because they're there.

Ok, this is really creepy. These dudes have made compilation videos of close ups of each specific girl. It's the same group as the video he saw before, same little lewd costumes. Admittedly the girls are kinda cute. He can kinda understand the appeal. But he's not like those guys, he would never become like, obsessed with them.

The song is actually really catchy. The kind of mindlessly addictive, repetitive pop music that's the same four chords over and over, each song is so similar you can't really tell them apart, but it gets stuck in your head anyway. This group has... nine members. Who needs that many singers in one group? It's not like a band or anything, they all just sing and do their little choreography. Guess that's a form of talent, even though he doesn't really get it.

Some of the groups he sees in recommended videos are cute and wholesome, and while this group is cute too, there's a very... Blatantly intentional lewdness to their poses and costumes. A hypersexualized sort of cuteness. Clearly marketed at lonely losers who have nothing better to do with their time than obsess over a girl who will never even know they exist.

He taps another video.

So many compilations, yikes. He has to give the guys credit, they're insanely loyal to the individual member that they decide to fixate on. Oh, and they even make official figurines and posters for these girls, that's... Something.

And a few days later he can kinda recognize the girls. They have color themes, you know, identical costumes except each girl's is a different color. This lead one is red, this main backup is blue, etc etc. Lots of bright colors. Kinda hurts his eyes to be honest.

And he's seen compilations of every girl except... The pink one. The pink one is always kinda off to the side. Well, these groups do have their favoritism, there's apparently one or two lead singers in all of the major idol groups, and the rest are basically backups and dancers. Still, a lot of dudes get super devoted to the non-main girls. So yeah, he's never seen a compilation for the pink one... He can't always exactly remember which one is which but now he's seen enough to know the other girls' names. He's not sure what hers is though. So he googles it and gets the name.

Wonder why she doesn't have as many videos...? Oh, it's because she's the newest member. Only been around a few months. There's... A whole board dedicated to the group, which he's getting this information from. Wow, pathetic. What kind of person spends their free time browsing a forum for an idol group? Well, he's just doing it to find information, not for fun or anything. He was just curious. Now he knows and he can forget about it and never look at anything related to them again... after he types her name and group name into the YouTube search bar and checks the results out, that is.

Oh, so they do have some compilations for her, just not many. "(Name) thigh compilation." Fuck, these people have no limits to how creepy and pathetic they can get, he thinks... as he watches the video. Ok, admittedly there are some good thigh shots there. There's a comment. "At 4:26 you can see her panties." Pathetic. They're not wrong though. Just to be sure, you see, he tapped the timestamp, and you can, in fact, see them. Stripes. Cute.

But he still has to do his work. Can't get too invested in watching mindless videos all day. He's got a thesis to work on.

That makes him curious, though, he thinks as he goes about his research. Do these girls go to school? Do they like, skip college, or do they join some kind of performing arts school or...? So he googles it. He can remember the pink one's name now, so he just finds her Wikipedia page. Oh, so she joined right out of high school and has been in various groups ever since.

Wait, various groups? So she has more groups she's been in? What are those? Before he typed her name into the search along with the group name, but if he just searches her name he gets... A lot more content from earlier years. Huh. Didn't know some of them did group-hopping like that.

Still, no education. Must be all smiles and body and no brains. Guess that's all you really need. Yeah, looking at that whole act they do... All giggly and childish and lewd... She's probably not too bright. At least she's pretty and sings nice. And the thighs are rather good. Smooth looking. They have a sort of jiggle when she jumps up and down on stage. The thigh highs they make those girls wear have that nice little dip where the skin is compressed by the fabric. Like... right there at that closeup. He takes a screenshot.

It's readily available, he's already seen the video and knows the best parts, whereas searching for porn would take time. The sooner he can get the daily stress relief out of the way the sooner he can work on his thesis. So this way is faster. That's why he's jerking off to the thigh video and not taking the time to look for porn. Plus, it makes him cum faster. Which it probably shouldn't since it's just thighs, but... Probably has something to do with the tease of it all maybe. That makes sense.

Or maybe it's that cute little giggle he can hear at some parts. She smiles and jumps and spins and laughs.

...It makes him wonder what she'd look like crying. Scared. Whimpering. Covered in bruises and bite marks. The contrast between that state and the one on the screen. The process and the things he could do to get her from one to the other. Yeah, he realizes, it's that thought, rather than the happy giggling on video or tease aspect, that makes him cum.

He's aware that his... tastes... are a little on the fucked up side, but hey, there's plenty of bastards out there far worse than him.

One day he discovers she has social media platforms. He... Doesn't really have any. He doesn't have Twitter or Instagram or any of that but... He downloads the app and makes an account for each. Just to follow her. Ooh, they even have the option to get a notification every time she posts... That's good. Otherwise he might check too frequently. He sets a special sound effect for notifications for her socials. The first few times, you see, he would get super excited when his phone went off, only to be disappointed when it was just a work email. Thus, he made the separate sounds.

He wouldn't say he has a favorite, that sounds really cringey you know? He just... Likes her more than the others. ...Dammit, that's what a favorite is. Ok, maybe he has a favorite, that's not that bad. He's not obsessed. He hasn't bought any merchandise at all or anything, especially not member-specific merchandise. Which they do have, because he visited the store page for a while and spent all his willpower physically restraining himself from buying something. It's not that he's biased, he just thinks she's objectively better than the rest of the group. Which can be backed up with evidence, anyone with eyes could tell by watching the performances.

As to what specifically draws him to her... he's not certain, to be honest. Maybe it's because she's the least appreciated out of the group, new and all. The less popular one. Or maybe her personality... She seems so sweet, even though he knows it's probably just an act for the fans. Or maybe just those thighs. That's also a valid possibility.

He cracks and buys some of the merchandise. Only about $300 worth. But honestly, he gets more invested into just printing out pictures of you. Pasting them onto the wall above his desktop. It keeps him going when the nights are hard.

But he refrains from ever commenting on anything. Some of these losers are just... so embarrassing, he can't stomach the thought of being associated, even if it's just an anonymous comment online. It's still pretty... Distasteful. He still browses the boards every day. You're his lock screen now. And home screen. And also your solo is his ringtone. He only sets his phone on sound when he's alone at home, though, when he's at work he puts it on vibrate. He... doesn't want anyone hearing that. No offense. He has some appropriate amount of shame, unlike the other bastards.

And the girls probably know that most of their fans are these kind of loser men, right? She'd probably be surprised someone nearly graduating with a chemistry doctorate is sitting around watching these dumb videos. Is that more or less pathetic? He thinks less, hopefully.

In fact, the other fans kind of irritate him. They're really cringy and annoying and it gives him secondhand embarrassment. And something... Deeper. Something about seeing the comments upsets him on a visceral level. It's gross. Sure, he's grateful for the dudes who sit around and make a list of timestamps for upskirt shots and the like, but... It kinda bothers him, feeling like there's some other dude out there sitting around, watching these long videos with his gross eyes and recording the times of shots that get him off. It feels gross. But more like... A violation against you. Sure, your group is very blatantly sexualized and intentionally risque in clothing but... Still, it feels wrong for someone to go through and get to see all of that.

Well, someone else. It's ok for him, since he's not a gross degenerate like the rest of them. He does genuinely see himself as... Above them. You know how like, back in the day, how the nobles used to sit around and watch plays from the far back while the peasants gathered around the stage? It's like that. He's not a gross loser or a NEET or anything like that. He's got a life. Well... Not a social life, but he's doing better than them, at least he has a degree, and soon a higher degree, and a job. He has a lot of things they don't. Basic hygiene. Student loan debt. And uh... Well, he's probably more pleasant to interact with, at least he's not gonna be frothing at the mouth like an animal if he saw you in real life. He would certainly freeze up, but that's preferable, isn't it?

And one day there's a video circulating in the idol community - not that he's a part of it or anything, he just keeps getting the dumb videos and watching them for mindless entertainment - where some girl group had an attempted kidnapping. Not her group, but some other group. The video has gone viral. Some dude tried to rush the stage and pull one of the girls away. Apparently the cops found he had an obsession with her.

What an idiot. If you're gonna kidnap someone, put some effort in, jeez. It's not hard to figure out how to do it right.

If that were him, he wouldn't be that stupid, he'd just look for an interval where she's alone. They have those solo or breakout group songs where some of the girls are backstage, just get her then. Memorize the concert schedule, wear something over your face, chloroform her, and stuff her into something and walk right out. Easy.

....

He catches himself in the thought and realizes that might have been a bit creepy, but he was just thinking in terms of hypotheticals. If he was the kind of crazy to do that, that's what he'd do, that's all.

He's always enjoyed entertaining strategic thoughts, really. He's had a couple fantasies about how he would commit murders of this or that person before, and he's never murdered anyone, so thoughts don't lead to actions. He just... Really doesn't like those people, and the fantasies help him... Deal with it. He just likes to strategize about methods, and how he'd get away with it... Stuff like that. Actually, he's convinced it's a very normal thing, but no one wants to admit it. Everyone has detailed murder fantasies every now and then.

Which is why this is no different. He's just strategizing because it's fun. He has no intentions of doing anything for real. He just plans out the details like a game. And tells himself to just never think about it again.

Until one specific night that he's staring down at his screen. Lying in bed. He should be asleep, he needs to be up early tomorrow but... He's just checking to be sure he's reading this correctly. You're coming to his town? He wouldn't think so, since it's not too big, just your average college town. But still, you'll be right here, right in his general vicinity, not far away at all.

Not that he'd ever actually go to such an event. No way. He hates crowds with a passion. He hates loud environments even more. A concert is like his worst nightmare. Besides, knowing the general audience of your group, it'll be a bunch of sweaty NEET dudes who haven't showered in a month and haven't crawled out of their house in even longer. No thank you.

But.

That's when the thought pops back up. It's been a few months since that night he had that strategizing fantasy, and, well, he tried to forget it but... It kinda lingered in the back of his mind. And now it's back in full force.

He shrugs the idea off. It's crazy. He'd never actually do something like that. It was just a fantasy.

...But he could get away with it if he wanted to.

He's not scared or anything, no, he's confident in his strategizing. He knows he could. Totally. It's foolproof. There's no need to carry it out to know that, besides, what would he even do with you?

Well, he's pretty certain he does know what he would do with you. He's watched that thigh video maybe a hundred times now. And even if he won't admit it, he's jerked off to the exact same fantasy for like, several months.

He doesn't really... Think about it. Just kind of slips into subconscious actions. Autopilot. One click and well, there goes $400 on an amp case. His eyes gaze over the dimensions... And then there's your height on the Wikipedia page... Yeah... That should work. He gets it sent to the address a few doors down just in case, and snatches it from in front of their door, but he finds himself backpedaling. What the hell is he doing? He would never actually go through with this, what a waste of money... But he still opens it. Sets it beside his front door. Tests the wheels to make sure they work.

He knows how to make chloroform. He doesn't need YouTube tutorials (unlike a certain someone else), he knows exactly how to do it, even alternate methods besides the usual acetone and bleach combination - so long as you end up with the same chemical makeup, it's all the same. He just goes with the traditional way though... Doesn't really know why he does it. Just mutters as he stares down at the concoction wondering why he wasted his time... But he pauses before pouring it down the sink, and instead puts it in a container and keeps it on the counter. Your weight is on Wikipedia too. Taking into account your height and weight you would need about... Yeah, a very specific amount to knock you out for about three hours.

The concert day draws closer and closer and he can't sleep very well. His mind keeps running what-ifs. Just, hypothetically, what if he did go through with it? What then? What would he do long term? How would that all work out?

Well, you'd probably hate him for a while, right? But that changes. Stockholm syndrome sets in. He would know, he had to take Psych 101 back in undergrad, and the professor talked about it for a full 10 minutes, so he's basically an expert. It's been like, 7 years since then, but he still kinda remembers it. He remembers that it's supposed to set in at about 2 weeks, and solidify with time. If the captor is nice, that is, which he totally would be. ...Maybe not in bed, but most of the time. He would be nice to you, and you would start to like him. Besides, they said Stockholm syndrome set in faster if the abductor has good qualities, so, he could also reason with you, remind you that you're lucky you got abducted by someone with money - or, well, he will have money once he graduates! - and isn't some ugly gross slob. He's clean and neat. Sorta... He'll clean up all those dishes that have been sitting there a few days now, pick up all those clothes off the floor... Ok, now he's clean and neat. And, uh, what else would girls care about... He's smart. He's pretty sure he can say that with confidence, if nothing else.

Ok, so, it would work. He could... Keep you kinda... Tied up here... If you started complying within that two week period, he could get you up and walking before atrophy set in. You'd probably have to get used to the lifestyle... Right now he's kinda on a budget, but, he can get you things to keep you occupied... And so, yeah, it could work. It's simple, just keep you with him and isolated for a few weeks and uh, you'll transform into some kind of hypersexual obedient cumslut and never want to leave. That's... How Stockholm syndrome works right? Maybe he should have paid more attention in that class... Oh well. He never liked psychology.

So the day draws nearer and nearer and he starts really getting into the right... Headspace. It's a sort of manic state that he's in. Operating without really thinking, all inhibitions removed by simply refusing to think about it. He lets the subconscious take over and do all these little things to prepare, until finally that day is tomorrow. And then he kinda snaps back to full awareness and questions, again, what the hell is he doing? He can't just... Kidnap a person! Normal people don't do that... It's illegal, he'll get caught, it'll ruin his life and....

What life does he really have to ruin?

That's the thought that sort of solidifies the decision. He realizes why he's even on this path in the first place. Sure he's got a lot of academic accomplishments, but his life is... Rather empty. He doesn't really have anyone. Maybe that's why he's slowly become... Consumed by this obsession that yes, he's now willing to admit to himself is indeed an obsession. It's kinda slowly taken over his everyday life without him even noticing it was happening. He's... Kinda miserable. And very lonely. And... If nothing else... This one girl makes him feel kinda happy.

... Which is why he's going to go through with it.

And he slips back into autopilot, ends up standing outside the building. It's every bit as loud and headache-inducing as he knew it would be. Ugh. He can't wait to get out of here. If this doesn't work, well, he'll be forced to turn around. The plan is a very simple one, actually... Act like he's supposed to be there. And he does. Dresses in all black like stage technicians do, dragging his big amp case behind him, holding a bunch of cords from random things he grabbed in his house, and tries not to look nervous, keeps a neutral face and walks straight forward and... He slides right in. The security guards off to the side don't even bat an eye.

And then he has a moment of "well, I didn't expect to get this far." Pauses. So uh... what now? Well, probably should find you first. He memorized the setlist, so he knows when you'll be off... And alone. Right now there should be three of the girls backstage. It's pretty easy to find where you are, but he's paranoid that the amp case is too loud as he's dragging it around. It's necessary, though. And then, finally, he stumbles upon the room... Opens the door, half expecting to be immediately stopped, but... He can just kinda waltz right in here, some open backroom, a person here or there coming through, a lady that looks like a makeup artist doing something over there, and an actual, real tech guy over there... And over to the far back corner... Oh. That's you. He takes a moment to revel in the sight, unable to move or even breathe, and has to mentally prepare himself before moving forward. He's... Not sure exactly what to do at this point... It's kind of perfect, to be honest, there's no one around you, and you're right out of sight, where he could turn the corner and not be seen. But he's not sure how to... Approach? He thinks about it as he walks, but again, autopilot is on in his brain and he's just numbly walking forward. Does he just... Keep walking until he's right at you and just... Or...?

And a miracle happens. You hear someone coming and you turn and smile and ask are you the tech guy here to fix my mic? You point to the little microphone attached to your face. They told you someone would be coming to fix it before your next song. You presume that's him, since he's dressed in all black like all the other stage techs. He hesitates a moment, wide eyed, but then nods. Yeah, that's him, he says. His voice cracks when he says it. It's kinda cute.

You smile at him. It's wide and sweet and genuine and it almost makes him pass out on the spot. He has to swallow for a second before continuing.

But, uh, he can't do it right here he says, because fiddling with it could disrupt the uh, frequencies, cause that really shrill sound you hear sometimes. So, um, come over this way a sec, over in this dark corner of the studio conveniently out of the view of all people and security cameras. You don't know how any of that stuff works, so you trust him, it's his job after all. So you get up and straighten your little skirt out - wow those are even more revealing in person - and walk over it the dark corner where he's waiting and... it's the last thing you remember.

He does a quick look left and right to ensure no one saw you collapse in his arms, but sure enough, this area is empty. You fit into the amp case with ease. Just curl your body up and pop the lid on. Wait, can you... breathe in there? Well, it won't take long to get outside. He just rolls the case right out the door, right past the guards again, and no one stops him, no one suspects a thing. Puts the case in the backseat, opens the lid, does a quick check go make sure you're breathing alright. So he props it open by keeping a book in between the case and lid as he drives home.

Once he does get home, he just does the same thing he did before - close the lid, roll you into the elevator and up the stairs and into his place, looking back over his shoulder over and over. And once he gets you inside he just kinda... falls to his knees. Shivering. Disbelief. Because holy shit he actually did it. He actually went through with it and it worked. He sits there and stares at the case and - oh, fuck, gotta open it again for you to breathe. Actually, he might as well... take you out... when he first shoved you in, he was so high on adrenaline he didn't really process any of it, but now... he almost can't bring himself to take you out. That means he has to, like, touch you. He's gotta take a moment to mentally prepare for that. So he does. Deep breaths. And finally, with trembling hands, pulls you out, carries you on shakey legs over to the bed and sets you down.

You know, you're a lot... Smaller... Than you looked on screen. Sure, he knew your height and weight but... somehow you still seem so much smaller than he expected. That's good. Will make everything a lot easier, since you're easier to restrain. And your thighs. They're... so soft. This is so much better than the video. They're so... fleshy and warm in person. Perfect. And wow, that skirt thing is... scratchy. Actually, up close, that whole outfit thing you wear looks super uncomfortable. It probably is. ...Well, guess he now has a reason to take it off.

The rest of your skin is... also fleshy and soft. Warm. Your face... chest... stomach... everything. Your tits are really cute, too. It occurs to him that all those rabid commenters on all those boards and videos would probably kill to be him right now, pinching and squeezing at your nipples. He's seeing something they will never see. It gives him an ego boost, to be honest, makes him feel proud to get a sort of one-up on them. He gets you naked, but refrains from pulling your legs apart. He probably... wouldn't be able to control himself, and he's aiming for some self-control right now.

So he waits. Breathes deep. Restrains himself with every ounce of willpower he has. It occurs to him he has no fucking clue what he's gonna say to you. Unfortunately, that thought occurs to him as you're starting to twitch and mumble, so, he doesn't have too much time to think. Oh, fuck, you're not restrained... well, he bought some duct tape and handcuffs and blindfolds off of amazon too, so he quickly puts those in place as you're starting to wake up, and then finally, you come to full consciousness -- that telltale jerking at the restraints, the muffled little cry of confusion and fear. It's kinda hot to be honest. Well, fuck, very hot actually. You're so scared. It gives him a rush of power. Said rush goes straight to his dick.

He's got a mixed twist of guilt and arousal at the whole thing, but... he's still trying to have some self control... and if you start begging and pleading and crying, it would be too much. Oh, no, not that it would be too much in terms of guilt, no no, just that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from fucking you if he sees you cry. So he leaves the restraints on for now, so he can't see your face emote.

Then, he does something really, really mean. He knows it's cruel, honestly, it's just... so cute. What that is, is that he does nothing. Says nothing. He goes about his work, typing away, knowing you can hear, but doesn't say a word. He knows you're awake, he just wants to see how long you can sit there scared out of your mind before you finally make another noise to draw his attention. Right now, he thinks, you're probably debating, you're probably questioning whether you should keep quiet and make him think you're still out or make a noise... but eventually you will. He can see you trembling. You're probably thinking so many horrible things right now, wondering what will happen, what he'll do to you... it fills him with a sort of sadistic glee that overrides the guilt it comes along with. Sure, the guilt is there, but fuck, he could almost cum just watching you shiver, and that's more important.

And you finally make a noise. A little whimper. He stops typing, and swears he sees you tense when he does. And when he stands up, walks over to you (making sure to stomp hard and walk slow for extra effect, watching the way you curl in on yourself with each step he takes), and stops right in front of you. Finally, tells you not to scream. He's gonna give you water, ok? You nod. And, surprisingly, you don't make any move to scream or anything, you let him give it to you. You don't move a muscle besides your shaking and sucking the straw and swallowing the water. You must be really scared of him. He knows that's technically not what he should want, but... it feels nice.

He spent that time of silence coming up with what to say to you. He says that for now, you're going to stay right here. Don't ask questions. Don't make any attempt to escape. If you really need something, tap the headboard until he hears. Understand?

You're... Surprisingly receptive. You give a twitchy smile and stammer out an o-okay. He's almost pleased, but quickly realizes what you're doing.

You've been trained for this, you see. This kind of thing is attempted rather frequently in the industry. You received training for this situation - comply, don't fight, prioritize your safety, because in 99% of these cases, the missing idol is found and recovered within 48 hours. So you do what you were told to do -- smile, pretend you're ok with it, don't do anything to anger your captor.

He knows that too. He doesn't do much in that 48 hours, in fact, he even tells you he's waiting to "see what happens." He knows he can't control himself very well, so he stays in his living room for the most part and works on research, it might be pointless if he's in jail a few hours from now, but oh well. Sleeps on his couch. He offers to feed you, but you say you don't feel good. He understands.

See, in his mind, if he gets to fuck you once or twice and then be hauled off to prison and never touch you again, well, that would be actual, literal torture, so much so that never fucking you at all would be more bearable. So that's why he forces himself to wait now. He feels like he can't breathe, he's so nervous, like any moment police are going to come knocking on his door. Every little sound makes him jump. He can't sleep.

But 48 hours pass and... nothing happens.

He breathes a bit easier. Finally dares to go online, which he's been avoiding, and check on your situation... Oh, wow, social media has exploded over your disappearance. But... They have no leads. Nothing. Says she basically vanished out of thin air. Situation is, quote, "looking hopeless." Huh. He did an even better job than he thought he did. There's videos from loved ones begging the captor to let the girl go, offering to give him money even. A lot of money. But, you're more valuable than any monetary measurements could ever conceive. And he's happy. It really worked out. Everything went right, and for once, he has something that really, really makes him happy.

Likewise, the 48 hours are even more torturous for you. You start out telling yourself it'll be fine. Hopeful. But that hope in your chest slowly, gradually dies out as you realize you've hit the 48-hour mark. Even for a normal missing person, you've always heard that if they don't find them within 48 hours... the chances of ever finding them goes down significantly. But, that's because they're usually dead, right? And this guy won't kill you, so, your chances are better, right...?

He comes back after that 48 hours and finally, for the first time since you woke up, crawls onto the bed, touches you, grabs your hips with his hands. Tells you that, well, they haven't found anything yet and it looks like they aren't going to, so you're officially his now, and he's no longer worried. You should accept it. It'll make things easier for both of you if you do. You'll get adjusted in no time, you'll see.

Unsurprisingly, you're a bit less compliant than you were when you had hope. You whimper and and struggle, but it's really weak. So much so it's cute. You ask who he is. No one important, he says. Just... A fan of yours. You can hear clothes shuffling. He doesn't waste time, he's already waited two whole days suffering, so he gets his dick in you pretty quickly. Manages to make you cum. It horrifies you and kinda surprises him too to be honest. You must kinda like pain, huh. Well, that works out well.

As time goes on, what hope you had left dies completely. Weeks pass. You realize they're not coming for you. In an attempt to get you to accept it, he even shows you that you've been replaced. They're rather quick to fix the absence. They have a new girl in your spot by the end of the month. He quickly realizes maybe he shouldn't have told you, from the way your face falls and you get all hysterical. Sorry. It's the way the industry is. Don't worry. She's not even half as cute as you.

He shows you the announcement when they close the investigation, too. This also earns a rather hysterical response, but he thinks it's important you see it, so you can finally come to terms with your fate, the way things were always meant to turn out. He gets a bit frustrated. Just accept it. It's not that hard. The sooner you do, the happier you'll be. It's for your own good that you accept it.

And you do. Try as you might. You begin to make conversation. He's the only source of interaction you have. You learn about him and his life. You become invested in it. You start to cum more easily. When he's sitting on the opposite side of the bed typing away, you find yourself slowly wiggling your way over and pressing yourself against the warmth, and he certainly doesn't mind. You ask him about his research just to hear a voice talk.

And sometimes you sing. It's absent minded, soft and quiet, when you have nothing else to do. He likes that a lot. You get sweeter. Nicer. Fight less. It does take a bit longer than two weeks to set in fully. But it does in the end.

He can't be with you 24/7, as much as he would like to be, so sometimes he has to tell you to just hang on a little while. Be good and sit still for just a bit. He'll be back soon. Just give him an hour. You're just really distracting and, well, his progress report is due tomorrow morning.

And you keep getting upset over the new member, bring it up a lot... It must have really bothered you, huh. Well, don't feel bad about being replaced. To him, nothing could ever replace you... you're still his favorite.

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 4)

i hope yall enjoyed the last part, we took a sudden and quite dirty turn ther,e but we are heading down romantic street and its all sweet and cute with a little hotness. let me know what you thought about the part!

pairing: Harry x actress!reader

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Harry Styles managed to leave quite the impression in you following his late night visit after the Emmys. He surely surprised you with not only the unbelievable orgasm he gave you with his talented fingers, but also with how big of a gentleman he really was, so keen on taking you out on a date first before he would kiss you. The timeline got a little messed up and he did apologize before he left at two in the morning for getting too carried away, but you assured him he didn’t do anything you didn’t want him to. To be honest, you wouldn’t have had a word against him kissing you right away, but you liked the respect he had for you, not something you’ve had plenty of lately. The men you dealt with in the past year were eager to get into your pants without the respect part, only hungry to earn fame through you, trying to blind you with sex so you wouldn’t realize their ugly motives.

This was not a threat when it came to Harry, he was just as famous as you, maybe even more. He had his own career, his own money, his own life apart from yours and he clearly wasn’t trying to use you and it was quite a refreshing change for you.

He stayed and the two of you talked so much, just sharing crazy stories from your life before and after fame, enjoying that you had someone who shared more or less the same background as you. Apart from Florence, you pretty much kept your old friends when your career took off, afraid to make new ones, always feeling a little paranoid that new people would have unholy motives when they try to befriend you.

Though you truly love your friends, they don’t really see behind the life you are living, while Harry completely does. His company is the best you’ve had in a long time, he is able to make you completely forget about everything outside the room you two are in.

You tried your best to hide your disappointment when he left that night. After offering him to stay in one of your guest bedrooms, he politely turned it down, and even though you could tell he wanted to stay, the urge to be a gentleman was greater in him, something you admire him for.

He left with the promise to see you soon on a real date and he got you as excited as a little school girl on the day of a fieldtrip.

However, given the lifestyles you two were living, finding a suitable evening for the both of you turns out to be a bigger struggle than you expected. Harry reaches out right the next day after his little visit. A good morning text waits for you by the time you open your eyes in the noon and by the evening he asks you out, however you have to realize the date has to wait a little.

You have two trip outside the city upcoming in the next two weeks and he is also planning to fly back to London for a while, the trips totally crashing in the timeline, not even having just the smallest window that would fit the both of you.

Accepting the fact that it would have to wait a little longer, you keep in close touch, eager to find the date that would finally be suitable for you and him as well. Endless texts, sweet calls and sneaky FaceTimes scatter through the days you spend apart and you find it hard to think of a time when he wasn’t hitting you up all the time.

On a Thursday evening, after a long day of fittings for upcoming events, you find yourself sitting on your couch with a sweet glass of wine, scrolling through your social media feeds when something catches your eyes.

Harry has been away in Los Angeles in the past few days and he mentioned having an interview the other day, but you didn’t think it would be out so soon, but here it was, a short video clip cut out by some random page that had a rather interesting title.

“Harry Styles talks about next album and mystery girl in his life.”

Your curiosity is way too strong not to click on it and have a look at it, so taking a sip from your wine you tap on the link and let the video load.

“It’s been some time since your last album came out, have you been working on new music lately?” the interviewer asked from behind the camera as Harry sat on a lilac sofa, wearing black high-waisted pants with a pink and white floral printed shirt tugged into it, his suspenders topping the look perfectly. His green eyes are fixed on the person asking him as he nods.

“Yeah, I think I never really stop making new music. I do have sessions when I’m trying to put a new album together, but I also write in the meantime as well, whenever I have an idea or inspiration. I don’t hold back,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

“Have you found any inspiration lately?” the question is heard and Harry nods once again.

“I have, actually,” he answers shortly, but his smirk gives it away that there’s a lot more behind his words and you feel your heart flutter in your chest. Is he talking about you?

“Has it been a person?” the reporter inquires, making Harry’s smile grow wider.

“A lot of things and people inspire me.”

“Alright, and is your latest inspiration something or someone new in your life?” the guy tries again, even though it’s well known that Harry likes to give vague answers instead of straight yeses and nos.

“Kind of new,” he simply answers and the reporter realizes he won’t be sharing more about the topic so he moves on with the next question and the video cuts out right there.

Though it wasn’t mentioned that he was talking about someone in particular, his fans drew the assumption that he is definitely seeing someone who has been his inspiration behind his new music. Feeling bold and a little flirty, you open up your messages and send him a quick text.

“A kind of new inspiration, huh?”

His reply comes almost right away, as always.

“Have you been stalking fanpages about me?”

“Would it be weird?”

“From you? It’s flattering. Little scary, but in a good way.”

You can’t help but chuckle reading his words. He never fails to make you laugh, you find his humor your favorite kind, never hurtful, but a little spicy, if you could say that, a lot of irony laced into it.

“Back to the topic: what’s your inspiration? Or should I ask… who is your inspiration?”

“Not gonna beat around the bush and just admit it…”

You wait and wait… and wait, but nothing comes afterwards and you are dying to have him admit that it’s been you, but not even the three dots appear at the bottom, so you take the lead again.

“Well, do it. Admit it, Styles!”

The fucker likes your message right away, meaning he has been in the thread all along, waiting for you to write something.

“Alright, but don’t tell anyone, because she is kinda famous and I don’t want the media to find out about it.”

“You have my silence.”

You watch the three dots dance at the bottom, holding your breath while you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to contain your wide grin that’s been plastered across your face this whole time.

When the text finally arrives you snort loudly, almost spilling your wine, laughing so hard you are happy you don’t like in a tiny apartment anymore with paper walls, because your neighbor would have definitely heard your laughter all the way down the hallway.

“It’s Betty White. Fuck, she is all I can think about.”

You need a minute to stop the laughter and type your reply.

“She is hot, gotta give you that.”

“Right?? I hope she is not afraid to date younger guys though.”

“I’m sure she would make an exception for you.”

“I hope so too.”

There’s a short pause, where you just read back his lines, chuckling to yourself some more. He always has a witty comment or comeback, no matter what you’re talking about and not once has he made you laugh madly on a set, at a meeting or just lying in bed before going to sleep.

“Joke aside, would it scare you away if I said I have definitely written about you?”

“Is this another theoretical question? Like the one you asked me on Ellen?”

You smile to yourself thinking back at the conversation the two of you had on the show when he was trying to figure out if you’d be up to give him your number.

“Maybe. So theoretically, would that be weird to you?”

“No,” you write, but quickly send another text. “But you know, it’s just theory. You’d have to tell me for real to find out.”

“Should have saw that coming…”

“Yeah, you really should have,” you muse to yourself, finishing up your glass and you carefully put it to your coffee table before sliding further down on the couch to get back to the conversation with Harry. You see that he hasn’t sent anything after his last one, so you decide to actually answer his question.

“Joke aside from my part, I wouldn’t find it weird. I think it’s flattering.”

“Okay, because I was ready to burn all my notes if you said it would be too much.”

“What if you’d be burning a Grammy worthy song though?”

“Would be a shame. But I would still burn it for you.”

“You are such a flirt…”

“Can’t help it! Or should I not be?”

“I like it. So don’t change.”

“Noted.”

Your little conversation has to come to an end since he is about to go into a meeting, but when you say your goodbyes and decide it’s time to head to bed, you already know a text will be waiting for you when you wake up in the morning.

Days and even weeks go by and you start to have a little too much on your plate. No matter how much you love your job and that it has always been your dream, sometimes you just need a breather. In the past week you’ve been in and out of auditions for a movie they keep top secret, you didn’t even get a script, just a few pages you had to memorize and they’ve been asking for more and more tapes from you with kind of absurd requests, but your agent told you it’s something major, that’s why they are so secretive. However, when they ask you to come in for another reading for the fifth time in seven days and you still don’t know what you are really auditioning for, you are kind of starting to have enough with all your other projects running at the same time. Your days start at six in the morning and rarely end before eleven in the night.

An entire month after the night Harry came over to your place, you kind of lose patience. The frustration that’s been building up inside you just simply bursts when your agent texts you on your way home that you’d have to go in for another casting in the morning for the same mystery movie.

“Have they not seen my face enough?” you snap, hands meeting the wheel as you keep your eyes on the road ahead of you.

“I’m sorry, Hun. I know it’s annoying, but they requested you, that means you are still an option for them.” Mona’s voice comes through the speakers of the car since your phone is connected to it.

“Do they need me to read the whole fucking Bible in front of a camera or what?” you growl.

“I have a good feeling about this last one, alright? And if they still can’t decide after that, we can always just say that we want out.”

“Then I would be labelled as the problematic little princess,” you sigh, knowing well how this industry works. Just one mistake and you can easily end up in a theoretical ditch.

“Just hold on a little longer, okay? I’ll send you the details in email and we’ll talk more tomorrow.”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Bye, girl.”

Mona is an angel. She’s been your agent for about five years now, she is the one who gets you into castings, well, at least that’s what she was doing before you managed to reach your breakthrough. She got your name on lists you couldn’t even dare to dream of and she is the reason why you are here today. Now she mostly handles requests for you to go in for castings, creators started to reach out to you a while ago, though Mona still works her magic sometimes to get you into castings that are still out of your league.

By the time you get home, you are desperate to do something. Anything. You’ve been nonstop working these past weeks and you just need to get out of this loop that sucked you in. Before you could even think through what you’re doing, you dial Harry’s number.

He is back in the city, that you know of because he texted even before he got home. You both ditched the idea of having your date today, because you just knew it would be a long day for you, and it’s the truth, it’s past ten, so not quite ideal for a date, but you ran out of fucks to give.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” he asks, noticing that you called, which is not what you usually do, or at least not without checking in if he is free to talk.

“Yeah, sorry I called so randomly. Are you busy?” you ask, feeling a little out of breath, even though you definitely didn’t do anything physically hard. You just can’t help but feel anxious since you are about to ask him out on a spontaneous date.

“No, just… packing and all that. What’s up?”

“So you don’t have anything to do right now?” you clear up.

“No,” he chuckles.

“Alright, so then… what do you say we have that date now?”

Even with him always being so blunt and open about how interested he is in you, it still makes you perfect to ask him out. The silence that comes from his side doesn’t necessarily help either and you are already preparing yourself to get rejected.

“You know it’s ten pm, right?” he then asks, a little unsure if you really thought it through.

“I am aware, yes.”

“Don’t you have work in the morning? I know you always start your days so early, I don’t want to be the reason why yo—“

“Harry,” you stop him midsentence. “I do not give a fuck about what I’m doing in the morning,” you bluntly tell him and you can tell he is smiling on the other end of the call. “So the question is still the same. Do you want to have that date now?”

He doesn’t ask anything else, just simply say the following: “I’ll pick you up in thirty.”

“Make it twenty,” you tell him and end the call before he could protest.

Ignoring the adrenaline rush you that just washed over your body you quickly make your way to the bathroom to take the quickest cold shower before putting on some clean clothes. You really don’t want to overdo it, knowing well since it’s so abrupt he wouldn’t be taking you anywhere that would require you look spotless. You choose not to put on any makeup, not just because you don’t have the time, but also because you feel a weird urge to just be bare, be yourself around him. The same goes for your outfit. You put aside all designer clothes and opt for a simple pair of jeans, a black tank top and a bright yellow knitted jumper over it, looking awfully casual, but feeling rather comfortable.

It takes Harry 22 minutes to get to your place, but you choose not to comment on those two extra minutes when you get into his car. Luckily, he isn’t dressed to impress either, wearing a simple pair of jeans with some kind of washed out, vintage printed tee shirt with his Bode Jacket he has worn in his famous SNL episode. His hair looks a little mess and even wet, making you wonder if your call caught him in the middle of a shower or he showered after you agreed to meet up.

“Long time no see,” he smiles at you, his boyish smirk making your heart flutter so easily as he eyes you while you buckle yourself up.

“You had plenty of paparazzi photos to look at in the meantime, Mr. Styles,” you smirk at him teasingly as he starts the car and leaves from in front of your complex.

“My favorite was the ones of you where you were walking out of a restaurant wearing that silk dress and the coat.”

“So you did see pap pictures?” you ask chuckling, you didn’t mean it entirely, but you find it funny that he actually saw pictures of you.

“You know, it’s been hard to avoid you online, especially because I keep liking all your posts so my phone thinks I’m interested in you. Which is true, and I’m not complaining about the content I’ve been seeing about you lately,” he admits chuckling and your eyes wander down to his ring clad fingers on the wheel. Your thoughts take you back to when they were touching you at places you haven’t been touched in a while. How they felt inside you and how desperate he could make you with just his hands.

You force yourself to look away from his hands and focus on the present time before your arousal becomes way too evident.

“Sorry I’m everywhere,” you smirk at him, enjoying the situation maybe a little too much.

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, glancing in your way for a moment, his green eyes meeting your gaze. “I don’t mind it,” he adds and those damn butterflies as quick to act up again in your stomach.

You don’t try to get him to tell where you are headed, wanting it to be a surprise yourself, so you just stare out at the night city as it runs past you, still quite a lot of people walking on the streets even though it’s now nearing eleven.

What you know is that you’re still in Manhattan and it seems like you won’t leave it either. Harry navigates his way through the city easily, he is not even using GPS, something you could never do. No matter how long you’ve been living here, you’ll always get lost in this jungle some call New York City. About fifteen minutes after leaving your complex, Harry parks the car down in a spot he found along the road, and looking out the window you’re trying to figure out where you are, but it doesn’t ring a bell. Seems just like a usual part of the Upper West Side, so now he has you curious about his plans.

“Where did you bring me, Mr. Styles?” you ask him as the two of you meet on the sidewalk and he glances at your with a sly smirk.

“Since you gave me such a short notice about our date, I thought I would show you one of my favorite places in the city and I hope you haven’t it.” “Well, I can assure you I don’t know it, because I have no idea what could be here,” you admit.

Harry nods at you to follow him and you walk side by side until the next corner.

“I think you already know that I’m English,” he starts off, making you chuckle.

“Yeah, it’s pretty evident,” you nod.

“So, in the past decade I haven’t spent as much time in the UK as I wanted, and a few years ago I discovered a little piece of my home in the city.”

Trying to figure out what he meant by that you don’t even realize where you just took a turn to. Harry stops and you snap out of your thoughts, looking up and seeing a charming little street ahead you, looking totally out of place in the city’s fashion. The townhouses all the way down look like they’ve been placed here straight from England, the Tudor style complex is a refreshing change in the fast paced, busy streets of Manhattan.

You can’t help but gasp at the sight in front of you, taking in every tiny detail with your eager eyes as the feeling of being in a fairytale takes over your mind. If only it weren’t for the busy noises of the streets around the micro-neighborhood, you would completely believe that you’ve been magically teleported to England.

“It’s called the Pomander Walk. Always makes me feel like I’m home away from home whenever I miss my family and my hometown.”

Harry starts walking down the narrow pavement that runs between the houses, lined with quite some greenery, something you noticed right away. There are just so many plants and flowers down the street, it’s pretty clear the residents keep them in good care.

You catch up with Harry, eyes still taking in the pleasant contrast Pomander Walk has to offer for any visitors.

“I feel like we are invaders,” you tell him. It looks so secluded, makes you feel like you weren’t even supposed to be here.

“Don’t worry, it’s totally public. The people who live here are pretty nice too. Love it when someone comes around.”

“How did you find this place?”

“A friend told me about it and just came to see it for myself one day,” he tells you as the two of you slowly make your way down the street, slow enough so you could see everything. “There are 61 units and they were built in 1921 by Thomas J. Healy. He originally wanted to build a hotel here, but didn’t have the money to just yet, so he built these instead to make some cash for the hotel. He never got to do that though, died a few years later, so Pomander Walk stayed.” You listen to him, soaking in every word that leaves his lips, finding his oddly specific knowledge about this place quite exciting and… kinda hot. You could listen to him talk about historical facts for days without getting bored.

“The whole complex was renovated in 2009, they restored a bunch of architectural details that lost through the years.”

“Looks fantastic. I wonder what they look like on the inside,” you muse, your eyes wandering over the colorfully painted old school window blinds on most of the townhouses.

Walking down the pavement you realize there’s not a single soul around here, something you don’t get to experience too often in the city.

“It’s not too well-known, right? I don’t see any tourists and all that.”

Harry shakes his head, eyes ahead of him as he hides his hands in his pockets.

“No, ‘s quite hidden, not often listed in sights to be seen in the city. That’s why I like to come here so much.”

“Easy to stay unnoticed,” you add with a smile as your eyes meet his gaze and he nods, returning the smile.

You walk back and forth on the street at least five times, just talking and sharing and laughing, finally falling out of the misery of your everydays. He still amazes you with how good of a company he is, with his broad view of life and many experiences, you can truly connect with him on a level you haven’t been able to reach with anyone in a long time.

It’s way over midnight when you head back to his car, holding hands that happened at a point earlier, but you can’t tell who reached for who. It was kind of mutual, but now you didn’t want to let go of him… ever. You let your fingers play with his S ring on his pinky while he keeps running his thumb over the back of your hand whenever he has the chance. It’s a little disappointing when you have to let go of each other when you climb back into his car and head back home.

“I know this date wasn’t much, but I hope you liked it,” he smiles at you shyly before his eyes snap back at the road ahead of him.

“Shut up, this was literally the best date I’ve had,” you tell him making him chuckle. “Thank you for showing it to me.”

“Now it’s your secret place too. Maybe we’ll run into each other here one day.”

“I’ll definitely come back,” you admit smirking.

The city lights pass by you faster than you want them to, and you arrive to your complex way too early. Well, not according to the time, because it’s way past half past midnight now, but you just don’t want the night to end. However, you know Harry would not come up if you asked. He is way too big of a gentleman and he wouldn’t want to make you miss your appointment in the morning, but you are definitely collecting that kiss he promised a month or so ago.

“Walk me up, will you?” you ask him softly when he parks down in front of your building. He nods and follows you inside without a second thought.

You both know it’s about to happen, the air thickens between you two in the elevator and neither of you can hold back the small smiles on your lips. Harry walks next to you until you reach your front door and you turn to face him, his green eyes already examining your every move.

“I’m happy we finally got to do this,” you tell him, feeling a blush warming your cheeks from the way he looks at you now.

“I’m glad you called. Was starting to think we would never meet again,” he chuckles making you laugh as well. It really did feel like the universe was plotting against you, but you bet it didn’t expect your sudden move tonight.

There’s a longer pause where neither of you knows what to say or do next and your patience is running low, especially when you see him run his tongue over his pink lips. You just can’t wait any longer to taste them.

“Harry,” you breathe out, the frustration and desire at an all-time high now in your system. Never in your life did it take this long for you to get to a kiss with a guy you were clearly interested in and who returned the feeling as well.

“Yeah?”

“Swear to my lost Emmy Award if you don’t kiss me right now I’ll—“

You don’t get to finish, you don’t even know what you’d have said, but it’s all forgotten when Harry kisses you hard, hands cupping your jaw on both sides, angling your head to grant him the best access to your lips. You return the kiss without a second thought, hungrily tugging and pulling on his lips, your tongues meeting in the middle and fuck! He really knows how to make your toes curl with just a kiss. You grab a fistful of his t-shirt at his stomach, pulling him close and the cold touch of his rings on your skin makes you shudder. Everything about him makes your legs turn into jelly and you are willingly offering yourself to him without a doubt.

He pushes you against your front door, one of his hands wanders down to your waist and he gives it a gentle squeeze that makes you open your mouth more for him. You are a mess and so is he. You have no idea how long you make out, but when you eventually pull back, your chest is heaving and your lips feel swollen. Harry pecks your lips two more times before forcing himself to let go of you.

“Good night, Y/N,” he murmurs in a low voice as he starts to back towards the elevator.

“Good night, Harry,” you say a little out of breath. He smirks at you one last time before walking into the elevator and the doors close, officially ending your first date.

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sleepy-dreamers-inc · 3 years

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Female! Reader with a deep voice|| ‼️

irl / in-game

Genre| fluff? maybe? I’d say fluff-

o n e-s h o t||

Sypnosis|

Y/N has never once hinted at they’re gender, and with not doing a face reveal, and having a rather deep voice makes her friends believe shes a guy. It wasn’t one day till they we’re goofing off on her stream that the internet learns the truth.

Photo Editor| me!! I edited them myself! Just supposed to be little photos to depict Tommy, Dream, George and Sapnap respectively. (Also would you guys like to see me edit more stuff for posts? I’d love to know!)

Requester: @m0on-blue!! Thank you for the request, this was a really fun idea!

Warnings: swearing!!

ft. Phil, Wilbur and Tubbo!

It was another day, and another stream. Y/N was currently messing around with Tommy, Dream, George and Sapnap on the SMP. The joyful sound of laughter could be heard all throughout their headsets, spinning in they’re chairs, banging on desks, and many more antics we’re shared between the five.

Y/N was currently doing a Media Share stream, and her fanbase was not afraid to send her into a wheezing fit. Wether its the “cheeto” video or a funny moment SMP animatic, they truly had no mercy. The five we’re all having a good time, sharing laughs and passing back and forth witty, sarcastic banter.

“I- i dr- *wheeze* dropped kicked that child in self defeNSE-“ Dream wheezed out, banging on his desk as his microphone picked up his laughing fit. “Its not even that funny Dream, calm down big man.” Tommy laughed, looking to his camera then back to his monitor. His face was slowly turning red from the amount of laughing he was doing.

“Tommy i just think your jealous that Dream finds Techno funny and not you.” Y/N giggled, they’re in game avatar sprinting around in front of Tommy’s house where they all sat, laughing they’re asses off. “OI DICKHEAD- HEY DICKHEAD I HAVE YOU KN-“ The blonde brit started screeching, snaking his fingers through his fluffy blonde hair. He soon got cut off by Sapnap telling him to shut up, as George laughed in the background, jumping on the fence that surrounded the landscape. His facecam simply showing him in his grey hoodie, with his iconic ‘clout’ goggles.

Another video soon played on Y/N’s stream, it was a tiny animation with a very cute, round, soft aesthetic style. It was simply a all white character, no hair, clothes, the only features the person had was simply eyebrows and a mouth.

The little character sat in the bottom left of the screen, a coral background making the character pop out even more. The character seemed to be thinking, when text soon appeared on the video.

“is Y/N a boy or a girl? Why not... both?”

The screen then showed a female character doing a tiny dance, as she soon switched genders in the middle of the screen, Y/N then appeared on the other side as a boy, as he danced, flipped his bangs and grinned, the video soon cut off as Y/N’s chat flooded with messages.

katty_kat103: woman Y/N pog?? 👀

fangirlinnit: okay but male Y/N is low key hot ngl

asleepyfans_inc: headcannon that Y/N can switch genders whenever :]

The chat was clogged up with messages, dono messages much the same. Y/N simply laughed, hearing Wilburs text-to-speech message.

“Wait i thought Y/N’s gender was an enigma that only gender-cryptids like them can know”

Y/N giggled again, clicking keys on her keyboard as she sprinted around in-game, soon stopping to eat.

“Listen all I’ll say is the male gender bend looks pretty poggers.” Y/N said, adjusting they’re mic and fixing they’re headset.

“Wait what-“ George said, his eyes widening in shock ad he stared off to the side before looking back up to his camera.

“WOMAN POG???” Tommy yelled, looking away from his monitor to his other, as he soon became a mumbling, incoherent mess. “CAN WE GET SOME PRIMES IN CHAT BOYS?? CAN WE GET SOME PRIMES FOR THIS VERY SPECIAL OCCASION? LET THE PRIMES FLOOD I- YES!!” Tommy yelled, shifting in his seat, rolling around.

“Wait Y/N your female?” Dream asked, sprinting around her while eating. She simply snorted, “always have been, piss baby.” Dream and Sapnap laughed at her snarky remark as Sapnap suddenly said,

“Y/N gender reveal?? NOT CLICKBAIT!” Which got Y/N laughing harder, so bad to the point she almost fell out of her chair and onto the floor. All of them giggled, this whole situation came out of left field, yet left them more hysterical than any of the other moments in the stream.

It was only a few minutes that passed, them all calming down and going back to chatting, courtesy of George asking them to not bust his ear drums. It wasn’t even a second that passed until 3 other members entered the call.

“Y/N YOUR A WOMAN?!??” Tubbo yelled, as he logged into the Dream SMP, running towards where they all were. Wilbur started to yell “Y/N Gender Pog!!!” As he stretched his sentence out, as Phil simply laughed in the background, a huge grin on his face as he shook his head, fingers grasping his nose as he laughed harder at his action.

“Yes Tubbo, yes i am a woman.” Y/N laughed, as she went to go grab her drink from the side of her desk. Y/N sipped on her drink, but Wilbur soon perked up, a mischievous grin on his face.

“Wait is this canon? Like a canon event?” Wilbur talked, the mic practically picked up his smug smile as Y/N spit her drink over to the side, as she choked a little.

Tubbo and Phil were hysterical, Dream turned into a kettle, Tommy started yelling, his mic cutting in and out as Sapnap laughed and a drowned out “what” from George all happened at once. Y/N sat back in her seat, staring wide eyed at her ceiling as she thought,

“This SMP is filled with a literal bunch of adult-children AND LITERAL children.”

She wouldn’t have it any other way though.

a/n: hello again!! This was my first ever requested fic!! Pog!! :D

Anyways, i hope i did this request justice. I wrote this at 3:28 AM so it might not be that good, as well as i got road blocked in multiple parts of the fic, so im sorry if it came out as OOC or bad!!

Anyways, i should probably go to bed, if not god knows what will happen to me lol my sleep shcedule is already all over the place. But i hope you all have a wonderful day/night wherever you are!! Make sure to hydrate and have a snack, stay happy and simp for Wilbur :]

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagines #dream smp fanfiction #dsmp x reader #dsmp imagine #dsmp fanfiction #dreamer posts ♠️

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daddyissuesmademe · 3 years

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BATBOYS WITH DIRECTIONER S/O

A/N : SO yeah, I did a thing. But hey, this was good for my mental health considering the stuff happens on every 23rd July. Yeah happy One Direction Day. 11 years later oof.

Pairing: batboys x gn! Reader [Dick, Jason, Tim, Duke and Aged up! Damian]

Words: 919 [No apologies. Deal with it]

Warning : FLUFF. [if you have got it as bad as I do, you might cry], Suggestive line and 1 (one) swear word [one line, it’s Jason ffs]

DICK

Homeboy is a #Directioner

He’s got it as bad as you

Since you both are people who know what “Kevin!” means, both of you decided to take a day off

Date Day? DATE DAY !

“Dick, you want to match our outfits?” “DUH”

Cue both of you wearing all the One Direction merch you have like some fan in 2012

MERCH OMG SO MUCH MERCH

“Wh- why do you have Liam Payne panties? ” “. . . . ” “ YOU HAD THIS ALL THIS TIME AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME?!”

Better believe there’s going to be a full blown cry session.

Binge watching the movies and crying about how young they were

“You think Bruce can buy them off SYCO?” “He probably should.”

JASON

Let’s be honest, my mans over her has so many issues he’s be a little uncomfortable with you loving some dudes as much as him

PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE JEALOUS (abandonment issues oof)

No wonder he is my fav. I have a thing.

He’ll be happy seeing you happy.

After all he woke up to you singing and dancing in a really good mood

“Hey Gorgeous, what’s the occasion? Did I miss an important date”

*PANIC MODE ACTIVATED*

“It’s 11 years of One direction!” He heard their songs playing in the background.

That made sense to him. He knew you liked their songs and are a directioner. He was just happy to see you happy

“. . . GOD I LOVE NIALL HORAN. YOU KNOW I USED TO WRITE MY NAME WITH HIS LAST NAME, HAH GOOD DAYS. HE’S MY FAVOURITE LEPRECHAUN. I REMEMBER I WENT TO A CONCERT AND SCREAMED SO LOUD HE LOOKED AT ME !! AT ME, JASE! I JUST LOVE HOW HE- ”

“Bet I can make you scream louder, Gorgeous”

. . . . . mother fucker with that god sent body and pretty mouth he sure could.

SO MUCH BLUSHING

*Cocky shithead mode activated*

“Everybody wanna steal my girl” he sang along the song as you gasped.

HE KNEW THE SONGS

TIM

“BAbe IT’S ONE DIRECTION DAY”

“Oh? OH !”

Work day is cancelled. Wayne Ent can suck it.

HOME CONCERTS ! HOME CONCERTS !

You both have blackout curtains installed in your apartment and intend to use them fully.

Perks of dating a rich bitch? Useless things,

Playing concert videos from YouTube on his 150 something inches TV

Who needs an arena when you have a Home theater that would make Superman go deaf?

“MIDNIGHTTT MEEEMOORIESSSS”

Pretending you are rockstars? Check.

Singing into the wii remotes at the top of your lungs? Check

“Babeeee ZAYN, ZADDY, MY BRADFORD BADBOY, HE’S SO HOTT”

“As the representative of the council of men, I agree”

“Hey Timmy? Mr. CEO? Mr. Drake- Wayne”

“No”

“Huh? BUt I didn’t even- ”

“As much as I love you, we can’t book them all for same show, same day same time”

DUKE

“What do you think about moving to the UK?”

He’s flabstaggered. Your tone is serious.

“Did something happen? Are you in trouble? Don’t worry I’ll - ”

“That’s where Louis live and I have a few question for Mr. Tomlinson”

You had him in the first half, then he heard “Tomlinson”

It clicked. He checked the calendar that sat across the room on the kitchen table.

23rd of July is marked with all sorts of circles and hearts.

He chuckled and decided to play along

“Sure thing Gorgeous, we’ll leave right away. But do you know where he lives?”

Oh so he was playing along. You chuckled and sat next to me.

“Don’t worry, I will find him In places that we've never been for reasons we don't understand”

He knew what you meant. How could he not? It was one of your favorite songs.

“. . because we’ll be walking in the wind?” he finished for you, pulling you into him

You sighed against him and hummed the rest of the song. It was comfortable. HE was comfortable.

“You make it feel like Home”

Instant warmth spread across him.

You spent the day cuddled up and rewatching all the acoustic music videos.

DAMIAN [AGED UP]

Babyboy has n o i d e a who they are.

Thinks you are either in grave danger or cheating on him.. OOPS?

Has his siblings and dad lookout for your “suspicious” activities.

No reason given

A few hours in, he confides in Tim.

“I have reason to assume my beloved is planning to associate herself with someone who goes by the aliases One Direction. It is an odd choice of name, that makes it more dangerous and- WHy are you laughing, Drake?”

Tim loses it. So does everyone

EVEN BRUCE !!

He’s embarrassed big time.

He watched you from one of the security cameras and realizes you’re waiting for HIM to get home.

The guilt when he sees your face all excited and ready to celebrate? ACROSS THE CHARTS.

You are decked out in, who he knows as the “all powerful overlord of hip thrusts and kindness” aka Harry’s merch.

“Dami, it’s One Direction Day!”

OH boy, he thought the guilt was bad when he looked at you? It got worse after he heard the excitement in your voice.

Kid folded like a dried up leaf and spilled his guts.

“. . . beloved, are you mad? ”

“ . . . . hHAHAAHA “ That was the funniest thing you’ve heard. Cute. VERY CUTE.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the presumed assassins”

Day full of watching Video Diaries with Damian.

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disasterfandoms · 3 years

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Fluffy Alphabet || Evan “Buck” Buckley

anonymous requested: “Fluff and smut alphabet for Evan Buckley? (Obviously separate)”

A/N: i love Buck and I hope you all enjoy this!

TW: Nope

Taglist: @incorrectswatquotes @twentydavid @911-lonestar334 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?): He’s very physically affectionate. He loves hugging you, having his arm around you in some fashion. It brings him comfort for you to be close.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?): Jokes, all the time. He’d be there at a drop of a hat for you, no matter what. Doing fun things, being there for each other when your mental health goes to shit, etc.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?): Buck likes to cuddle. He prefers to be little spoon, it gives him comfort, and he loves laying his head in your lap so he can have his hair played with.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?): Buck would love to settle down with a partner and eventually raise a family. He cooks and cleans, he lived alone for while before Albert moved in with him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?): Face to face. I can never imagine him doing it over the phone or over text unless it was a long-distance relationship.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?): Buck deeply wants to be in a committed relationship after he works on himself and his trauma. He would want to get married 2-3 years into a relationship, giving him and his partner enough time to be settled and to know each other.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?): Buck tries to be incredibly gentle, both physically and emotionally, but let’s be honest, Buck’s a giant golden retriever. He would try his best not to hurt you, but he fumbles and gets too excited.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?): Buck loves hugs! His hugs are often bone-crushing, and long, but those are some of the best hugs. He’ll hug you any time you asked, and when he sees you, or if something positive happened.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?): Whenever he feels the need. I don’t think he’s one to hold his emotions in, at all, so he’s impulsively just tell you in the heat of the moment and hope it doesn’t backfire on him later.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?): Buck would get moderately jealous. He’d try and let you do your thing, wave them off, but if whoever it is doesn’t back off he’s ready to step in at any given moment.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?): Buck’s kisses are long and passionate. He’s very physically affectionate, and kissing is one of his favorite ways to show you just how much he cares for you.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?): Buck is great with kids. They just naturally tend to like him, and he doesn’t understand why.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?): Buck would make you coffee, or go out to get you two breakfast from a local restaurant. Then there would be talk of what you have to do today, possibly a shower together, and if there’s nothing going on then you two would plan the day together.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?): Nights spent with Buck at home are either spent watching sports, a movie, or playing video games on the couch. He would want to be cuddled up to you, desperate for the comfort you bring him, and if things become spicy, you’d in the night in bed with him.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?): Buck would open up to you, telling you about his life and his job. The deeper things, the darker secrets, would take longer for him to tell you. He barely has a grip on them himself, he doesn’t want to subject you to that.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?): Buck isnt usually quick to anger, unless you really fucked up. He’d more than likely would just want you to sit and talk to him about it than anything.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?): Buck tries his best to remember everything, especially the smaller details, but sometimes he just forgets. He usually feels guilty about it afterwards, but you always reassure him that it’s okay.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?): First date. He put a lot of thought and planning into it, and it had worked out really well for the both of you. He enjoyed the feeling that you two had just clicked, it wasn’t something he was used to.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?): Buck is very protective of you. He would defend you to anyone, even his family, and would hope you would do the same in return.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?): Buck puts a lot of effort into anything important to you, including dates and anniversaries. He’ll do everyday tasks correctly, no matter how long it takes.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?): impulsivity, takes too many risks.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?): He likes looking good. He takes pride in his appearance and will take his time in making sure he’s well-groomed before going anywhere.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?): For a while, yes, but eventually he’d realize you complimented him, not completed him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.): Buck loves to pick you up in his arms and carry you. Doesn’t matter that you might be as tall as him and weigh more than him, it’s his favorite thing to do. He also loves piggyback rides, he loves listening to your laugh as you do it.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?): lying, bad hygiene, being late, bad manners.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?): He sleeps when he can at the firehouse, but at home he has a decent sleep schedule. He likes to wakeup early in the morning so he tries to go to bed at a decent hour.

#evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #9-1-1 #911 #evan buckley headcanons #9 1 1 headcanons #911 headcanons #fluffy alphabet

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hornime · 3 years

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hello hello!! happy 500 :D i’m a new follower and i’d like to request a pit stop (i’m pretty sure that’s the alphabet thing) with mr kenma pls and thank u <3

part of my 500 event! [CLOSED]

NSFW ALPHABET | KENMA KOZUME X GN!READER

warnings: 18+, timeskip!kenma, gn!reader, mentions of: filming, exhibitionism, choking, bondage, voyeurism, edging, roleplay

a/n: thank you for requesting!!!! this was super fun to write and i hope u enjoy <3

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

kenma’s competitive with himself, and that’s something that definitely carries into the bedroom. he’s analytical, so he’ll ask you questions that you really cannot take seriously after getting your brains fucked out like how many times did you cum? and on a scale from one to ten how good did that feel? although its not the traditional sort of aftercare, you know that he’s only doing it so he can make the experience better for the next time, and so far he hasn’t failed in doing so.

b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

himself: his fingers. he’s gotta use them for a lot of things: clicking the mouse while he’s gaming, signing business contracts, making you cream around them, sticking them down your throat, you know, day-to-day things. he looks at his hands with pride with the way they’re able to manipulate anything—especially you.

partner: your wrists. he loves the duality; when he’s holding your forearms above your head and thrusting into you mercilessly, he gets a sort of satisfaction in how limp your wrists go, your clenched fists drooping helplessly in his grasp. but he has reverence for their strength; when you’re choking him, fingers digging into his pulse points, he can’t help but focus on the way your wrist pushes down on his collarbone, the post-sex aches there simply reminders of how he fell to putty in your hands.

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

would rather cum on you than inside. let’s face it, he was probably a hentai addict at some point and got hooked on the lewd way they showed backshots, facials, and the like. also a sucker for cumming in your mouth when you give him a blowjob and making you stick your tongue out before swallowing. put on a little show of licking your fingers or your lips and he’ll instantly get hard again.

d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

wants to fuck you while streaming. even after graduating high school, he’s not the tallest nor the strongest, and he’s constantly getting comments like how did he bag someone as hot as ‘em? or they’re probably just in it for the money on videos that he films with you. he’s not an idiot, he knows that even if he was the world’s hottest person there’d still be hate comments because that’s just how the internet works, but he really really wants to shut them all up by pausing his game and folding your body across his desk. there’s no way in hell he’d follow through with that though, because his career—and probably both of your lives—would be ruined, but he’s not opposed to making some faceless porn videos if you’re down for that kind of thing.

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

kenma kept to himself for most of his life, so while he didn’t really have hands-on experience, he did get a lot of knowledge from hentai and mangas and such (which really is a double-edged sword because no, not everyone’s nipples are that sensitive, but its fine). so he kinda had a lot of unrealistic expectations and not a lot of sexual encounters to disprove them. but when he blew up on twitch and youtube? phew this guy had people THROWING themselves at him. and so he did indulge a bit, ‘gained some xp’ and ‘leveled up’ as he’d say, before stumbling upon you.

f = favorite position (this goes without saying)

when you ride him and he’s sitting up so your chests are pressed together. kenma’s the type of person to see kissing as super intimate (yes, even more intimate than literally being inside you) so he loves this position because he can make out with you. he lives for those heated makeout sessions when you’re both moaning into each other’s mouths and nipping at each other’s lips. also likes the position where either you’re sitting with your back to his chest or vice versa and getting each other off.

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

i feel like he’d be pretty serious at first, in the early stages of your relationship, but as you got more comfortable, his dorkiness would shine through. like, this guy plays video games for a living, alright? he’s bound to make a few dumb references while you are ‘doing the dirty’, maybe let loose his killer wario impression when things get steamy.

h = hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i feel like kenma definitely dyed his pubes blonde as part of a prank at some point so that it matched his hair LMAO. and hygiene-wise, i mean, he still is a musty gamer boy except now he’s getting paid for it. so he probably didn’t take care of it at all before really settling down with a long-term partner (cough, you). now he keeps it trimmed (and he might dye it again for kicks).

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

i feel like it varies from situation to situation. depending on the mood and whatnot, he might really cling to the romance stuff and kiss you on the neck or forehead or murmur i love you, that kind of thing. other times, it might just be all about physical pleasure. it all chalks up to what kind of sex you guys are having, really.

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

likes to be watched when masturbating. this pretty much goes hand-in-hand with his fantasy of railing you while streaming, but he’s a fan of either having you sit in front of him and boss him around while he’s jerking off or recording himself. also he might have posted a couple of the videos he films for you to a brand new account on twitter, accidentally blew up, and caused the hashtag #isthiskodzuken to trend for a couple weeks... oops.

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

filming/voyeurism: kenma spends all his time in front of cameras, and that part of his life is just part of his sexual preferences now. would almost always be down to film a sex tape. when you guys are separated because of work or whatever, your messages are just lewd pictures and snippets back and forth. its really fucking with your data plan.

roleplay: he has an active imagination—need i say more? he’s constantly coming up with scenarios in his head and he’s definitely bought you a sexy cosplay costume on multiple occasions. i can’t see him into anything too intense like ddlg but i’m sure there’s some more milder stuff sprinkled within his sex life.

edging + bondage combo: when he’s subbing, kenma’s definitely the type who wants to relinquish all control. he just wants you to do whatever you want to him and tease him until he’s crying and begging to cum. will squirm a lot, which will eventually prompt you to tie his hands behind his back, which he realizes he likes a lot more than he thought he would.

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

his office (feeds into his boss/employee fantasy) and in the bedroom, but just not on the bed (on his desk, at his gaming chair). the bed is for the more lovey-dovey sex.

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

this is oddly specific, but i feel like he’s the kind of guy that’ll get really hard if you massage his hair, lull him into a false sense of security, and then wrap your hand around his neck. the moment you squeeze, his face’ll go red and the blood goes rushing to his dick.

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

threesomes or sex with other people watching. although he might be an exhibitionist, he’s pretty hesitant when it comes to actually being that vulnerable for another person. there’s a fine line between the thrill of possibly doing it with other people and then the reality of actually doing it with other people and its a line that he most likely will not cross. after all, even though he’s more extroverted than he used to be, sex is still something you still had to coax him out of his shell for.

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

giving (50%): he likes the ego boost that comes with making you cum with just his mouth and, since he keeps note of the kinds of things that really get you over the edge, he’s constantly getting better at it. likes fingering even more, though, so he’ll almost always have his fingers in your hole while he does it.

receiving (50%): loves getting blowjobs while he’s gaming and his headset mic is on (exhibitionist, cough cough). his favorite time to get oral is when you’ve got him tied to a chair and are taking your own sweet time, daring him to cum at the frustratingly slow pace you’re going.

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

regardless of the scene, he goes relatively slow. likes savoring the moment and likes seeing your reactions to each of his individual movements even more so he wouldn’t like rushing things.

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

honestly, not a fan of them. he gets really flustered after sex, like red-face-and-heavy-breathing-and-messy-hair kind of flustered, so he sucks at composing himself. the last thing he wants is for his stakeholders to realize he got the soul sucked out of him from the burning blush on his cheeks, therefore he like sex when he can take his time with it.

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

will be down to experiment if you’re clear about it. open communication is a big one for taking steps in sex because he’s not the best at reading people. so as long as you explain what exactly you want to do, sure, he’ll try it.

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

not more than a couple rounds, but they will be excruciatingly long. he’ll make you cum multiple times before he takes care of himself just because he loves seeing your expression when you finish. but once he cums, there’s not much going to happen after that. baby burns out fast.

t = toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he loves ‘em and uses them at any given opportunity. he’s still a bit lazy, but does it really matter when he can just buy something to make you both feel good with minimal effort? after all, he has the money. kenma always has the latest ‘gadgets’; in fact, there’s an entire box of toys in his closet. his favorite would have to be the app-controlled vibrator—he loves using it on you as much as he loves you using it on him.

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

as much as he likes making you cum, he likes seeing your face and hearing your noises more. so yes, he’s a teaser. he just loves how receptive you get when you’re begging him to touch you more, to fuck you faster, that he can’t help but drag things out longer than necessary. it’s really your fault that he does it, at least, that’s what he tells you.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

loud, loud, LOUD. kenma whimpers and his moans usually get higher-pitched the closer he gets to his orgasm. when he’s busy focusing with you, though, all that’s pouring out of his mouth is absolute filth, talking about how sexy you look and how good you’re taking him. might degrade you here and there when he sees how easy it is for you to finish with him just using his fingers—he can’t help it.

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he has the money and the inability to take life too seriously, so yeah, he’s ordered a silicone mold of your genitalia, whether its your pussy or your cock. its embarrassingly useful when he goes on business trips and its the one thing he never forgets to pack (he forgot his passport once but you bet he had his custom sex toy tucked safely in his luggage like the crazy bastard he is). got you a dildo in the shape of his dick for your birthday so he wouldn’t feel as weird about it.

x = x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

six and a half inches, slight curve to the left, and for lack of a better word, pretty. it sits prettily in your palm, has a pretty pink shade on the tip, and overall always leaves you satisfied. for what he can’t do with his cock, he has plenty of toys to compensate anyway.

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he was pretty conservative about it at first, but once you gave him a taste of his desires and some of your own, he was hooked. what started as taking out his frustrations after a particular bad game became compounded with rewards after a particularly good game, and now he thinks of sex as a good luck charm before he even turns on his pc. so yeah, you got a pretty needy guy on your hands.

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he’s out almost immediately. he puts a lot of effort into fucking you well, and i mean, he doesn’t have the best stamina despite years of volleyball. basically the pleasure goes straight into his brain, electrifies his nerves for a solid couple hours, and then the moment he cums it all just shuts down. if you make him drink some monster you’ll probably be able to fix the circuit board and get him started up again.

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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SFW Alphabet|| Megumi Fushiguro

A/N: Uhhhh I’m back on my bullshit >:) it’s missing Fushiguro hours folks.

Word Count: 2050

A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

(If you want some more in depth affection headcanons click here)

Fushiguro is someone who isn’t big on pda but makes up for it in private. In public, he’ll hold your hand but in private he’s laying i your lap while you massage his scalp. Basically, he’s a big softie that just represses his urge to cuddle until he’s alone with you.

B: Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Best friend Megumi is literally the president of the Y/N defense squad. If anyone has a problem with you, they have a problem with him. Of course, you have to rein him in sometimes and remind him you can fight your own battles, but just know he’s lookin out for you.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Fushiguro loves to cuddle, but he will repress the urge to do so for as long as possible. Because of that, he doesn’t let you go, preferring to cling to you throughout the night. His cuddles are always deceptively loose too. His arms give you just enough wiggle room but the second you try to get up, it’s like fighting two pythons.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I don’t think he ever really planned on settling down, Megumi figured that he’d die long before he ever got the chance to settle down. Everyday is pretty much a new experience in terms of domesticity for him, he doesn’t have plans for the future, but as long as you’re with him, he’ll be happy.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If he ever had to break up with someone, he’d probably ask for help on how to do so. The first person he’d ask (regrettably) would be Gojo who’d tell Megumi to just ghost the person. After asking around some more, he figured Kugisaki’s approach of getting it over with as bluntly as possible (although less mean) was the best option.

F: Fiance(e) (How would they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Megumi isn’t really the type for wedding ceremonies. He’s all about commitment (even though working up to marriage for him is longer than most) but he’s not a fan of being the center of attention, so a wedding ceremony/reception wouldn’t be his thing. If you wanted a ceremony, he’d be willing to compromise somewhat but otherwise, he’s perfectly fine with just going to the courthouse.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s kind of rough around the edges. In private, he can be the sweetest, most tender soul, but in public he’ll put 7 yards of distance between you both if you try to hug him. Basically, he’s very shy, so anything that’ll draw too much attention is a no go (he isn’t opposed to linking pinkies though).

H: Hugs( Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

At first Megumi really only hugged you when he was missing you, sad, or tired. Over time though, he got better at becoming more open with his affection and he’ll hug you whenever he feels the urge to. Despite that though, his hugs still have an undercurrent of desperation in them. He holds on just as tight each time like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word)

He’s operating on a very strict ‘If you don’t say it, I won’t’ policy and as such this man will not say a single thing to you unless prompted. He knows deep down that he loves you and that you set off butterflies in his stomach every time you smile, but he never really thought to verbalize that until you say ‘I love you’ first.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous)

Megumi doesn’t get jealous, he’s fought side by side with you and he knows you’re more than capable of fending off any unwanted suitors. Megumi put a lot of trust into you by already being in a relationship so to him, it makes no sense to be jealous over you. That all being said, he’s not above the occasional side eye if someone’s getting a little too buddy buddy.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

On a normal day, his kisses are so natural, he’s so slow and the pressure is just enough to have you thinking you’ve got all the time in the world. In near death/ post-near death circumstances, he’s a little more feral. When he kisses you like that, it feels like it’s the end of the world and he’s trying to make the most of it.

L: Little ones (How are they around children)

Fushiguro isn’t good with kids that aren’t old enough to communicate. Older kids are fine with him, but guessing what a baby needs based on how loud it’s crying? Hard pass for him and he doesn’t even feel bad about it. The last time he had to watch a baby, he tried to leave one of his shikigami to watch it; long story short, he had to explain to a cackling Gojo why his demon dogs wouldn’t let him leave to go to the bathroom.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Fushiguro are pretty rare. Most of the time you guys don’t really get to sleep in or even spend mornings together since most of the time there’s missions or trainings you’ll have to go to. When you do get the rare morning off, Fushiguro makes the most of it. He sleeps in and doesn’t wake up before 10 no matter what you try. When he does finally wake up, he loves cooking breakfast with you, he’s not the best cook, but he treasures the experience over anything.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Megumi are also rare as most curses come out at night and that’s kinda your guys’ job. If all goes well though, you’ll both come back a little earlier and just go straight to sleep. If it’s a late night where the curse took more out of either of you than expected, yall usually stay up and talk and snack until one of you falls asleep or the sun comes up.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes him an extremely long time to open up to you about his past. Not because he doesn’t trust you, but because he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want you to think less of him for it (especially during his problem child era). To be honest, you probably find out about certain things from other people. Once he’s cornered confronted, he’ll be completely (albeit a bit grudgingly) honest about it.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

His anger is kind of weird, whereas before, he was a lot quicker to explode, bluntly telling off or even fighting whoever pissed him off, he’s changed. He tries his best to repress his emotions and as such, he comes off as patient, never expressing his true feelings/desires until pushed to the brink.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He’s the king of remembering details you mention in passing. His love language is partially acts of service so for him, remembering details about you helps him later. Oh remember that one time you needed a pen/pencil but didn’t have one? Never again, this man has a section of his shadows dedicated solely to pencils because of you. Oh what’s that, you like this random song? Guess what just got added to the playlist he made for you. Basically, while he may not look like it, he’s actually a simp and so if he can make your life easier/ make you happy, it’s worth it.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

So Megumi is someone who doesn’t play video games but is really good at them for no reason. One day, you’re playing a game of smash bros. and he’s just kicking your ass, like it was sad. Needless to say, after his 4th win, he “accidently” pressed the wrong button and let you win. He thinks you don’t know he did this but when you won, you kissed him and completely flustered him, to the point that he couldn’t play for a solid 5 minutes.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite knowing and trusting that you can defend yourself, he’s still super protective of you. You’re one of the few people that he cares about in the world and he’d give everything to see you safe and protected. As for how he’d like to be protected, knock some sense into him every once in a while. He has a habit of self sacrificing so if you want to protect him, remind him that you want to keep him alive as much as he wants to keep you alive.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

On the outside, his dates are very simple. They usually consist of you and him either staying in or just hanging out at stores and the like. Every once in a while, he’ll try to take you somewhere special, like a cove he found or a festival. For most people, these may be simple dates, but Fushiguro puts so much effort into so may aspects of your dates that honestly, anything bigger would lose the personal touch your dates have.

U: Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs? (I’m gonna add arguments here because they aren’t on the prompt list I found))

One of his worst habits is his self-sacrificing tendencies. Even during a baseball game, he can’t help but sacrifice himself (especially if it means his friends/ you get to get the glory). With time though, he grows out of this and realizes it’s not selfish to want the best for yourself.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He’s giving “I woke up like this” and it’s... it’s something. One might think the style is intentional since obviously, the look could only be achieved with gel, and to an extent, it is intentional. He might use gel to spike it a little more but the man legit rolls out of bed and chooses to leave his hair up like that.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, as much as he loves you, Fushiguro is an introvert. He needs time to just be by himself and unwind every once in a while, so he’s got no complaints if you leave him to his own devices or have to be gone for a long time.

X: (E)xes (Any previous relationship experience. How does that factor into your current relationship?)

Megumi has negative zero relationship experience. He’s never found someone that was worth the risk/ worth opening up to, hell, he just barely got friends when he entered high school. Because of this, every part of your relationship is like navigating uncharted waters.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner)

He’s less someone to dislike a specific thing/ personality trait, and more someone who doesn’t like different people for different reasons, ex. Todo and Mai. If he had to pick a single trait, it’d probably have to be hypocriticism.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

He is someone who will fall asleep spread eagle one night and the next be huddled into a tiny little section of the bed. Mercy on you if you try to cuddle because now you’re wrapped up into his unconscious acrobatic routine.

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thisisgonnafuxkinkillme · 3 years

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Don’t Call Me That Anymore

Toshinori Yagi x Reader

Warnings:

Angst, body insecurity, big sad

Alcohol

SPOILER UNDER THE CUT!

(Post Retirement All might)

You walked alongside your boyfriend, your hand being loosley connected to his via your pinky. You dragged him to your favorite thrift shop, where you often liked to try on fancy abandoned ball gowns and take photos. Or, on days where you felt a little more casual, you’d search for some interesting clothes to wear.

Everything was fine, the little outing going along as usual. He’d generally stay by your side, his eyes wandering from the dull clothes you often would pick through.

It was when you heard a small gasp that you knew something was wrong. You glanced at the direction of his gaze, seeing an abandoned All Might figure laying on the floor, the price tag displaying proudly that it was 75% off.

“Even to be on sale at a thrift store, eh?” he mumbled to himself. His hand clutched his chest, trying to physically push the pain down and out of his frail body. You tried to pretend like you didn’t notice, and guided him to another aisle. Silently, you planned to leave as soon as possible.

---------------------------------------days later---------------------------------

You scrolled through your phone mindlessly, not really caring about the outside world this very moment. All that mattered right now was your loving boyfriend, who was sitting on the other side of the couch. He was mindlessly scrolling through the tv channels.

Suddenly, he paused. You didn’t notice it, that subtle shift in his attitude, the slight tension that grew within him, and the tiny hitched breath.

He clicked on it, and on screen was...him.

“So, All Might, what’s an average day like for you?” some well dressed reporter asked him. He flashed that crowd pleasing grin as he thought.

He had just finished fighting a villian, and had a small droplet of blood dripping down his forehead, threatening to drop into his intense yet amiable eyes.

“Well, I guess it’s like anyone else’s,” he said thoughtfully, “I just get up, drink some coffee, and-” the man on screen dissapeared, being replaced by a woman showing us the weekly weather. Again, Toshi said nothing, but his eyes were dark and his jaw was clenched. You grasped for his hand as he stood up. His knees popped and his back cracked, only reminding further that he was getting older and weaker. He clenched his fist and dissapeared into the bathroom.

You didnt know what to say or do, knowing that the wrong thing will only make things worse. Your heart ached deeply for him, but how could you help? Could you help?

That night, Toshi came home with something he usually never played with: alcohol. By this time, you had already forgotten about the incidents earlier.

“What’re you gonna do with that?” you teased. He smiled back weakly. Internally, his heart dropped. He’d been caught.

“You want some?” he offered nonchalantly. You nodded, taking a small shot. You never drank either, unlike other people your age, so when the alcohol passed your lips and slid down your throat, you couldn’t help yourself from sputtering and coughing. He patted your back gently.

“You alright there?”

You nod, smiling a little. If you’re honest, things like that were always so embarrasing. You hated him see you act your age.

He took a shot, too, smooth and quick. He noticed you stare, and grinned.

“I used to...a little, when I was younger.”

After the last two words, his eyes grew dark again.

when I was younger.

He poured himself another shot, swigging it down like nothing. You still felt the burning warmth of the shot you’d taken. You couldn’t stop yourself from worrying about how he’d probably be feeling right about now.

“Hey, uh, Toshi... don’t drink too much too fast or you’re gonna get sick,” you gently suggested.

“I will be fine...don’t you worry about me,” he reassured. You nodded, but didn’t really believe him. Is he fine anyway?

You relaxed on the couch, playing a video game on the switch as Toshi occupied himself with the tv and a deck of cards. He loved to play solitaire, even after being mocked by the students at UA when he’d bust out his worn deck during breaks.

Time passed, swiftly yet gently, but the silence got the better of you.

“Hey, Toshi, lemme get another shot of that stuff”

He didn’t respond. You looked up from the game to see that his cards were all mixed up, reds being on reds and the kings on top of the queens. He had his head gently resting on the cold, wooden table, eyes only staring at the tv blankly.

It’d been quite a few hours since he’d had his first shot, and it definately has worn in. Not too far from his card playing set up was a glass, 1/4 full of what you just assumed was orange juice. You now were suspicious, quietly taking it and giving it a sniff.

It certainly was orange juice, but there was something mixed with it. The alcohol smell burned your nose.

Your heart dropped, knowing that that orange juice was to the brim when he brought it in.

“Toshi...”

He flinched at his name, but still didn’t say anything. His eyes, though glazed over and pitiful, were focused on something. You glanced up at the screen, where an All Might documentary played.

You bent down to Toshi’s level, where he was sitting on the floor in front of the table, combing your fingers through his hair.

“Toshi, look at me.”

His eyes lazily found your face. He brought up his hand to your cheek.

“I-I’m ffine, dea-darlin..g..” he stumbled out, his speech slurred and laborious.

“Let’s get to bed, honey. I can help walk you there,” you offered. He protested futilely, as you pulled his arm over your shoulder and supported his weight with yours. He was mostly deadwight, making his 160 pounds feel more like thousands. You guided him down the hall, slowly but steadily, each step taking exponentially longer than a sober one would. He kept one hand on the wall.

His fingers grazed the frame of a photo. He looked at it.

It was All Might, proudly standing with a group of kids.

Toshi couldn’t hold it in anymore. He stood up, shakily but on his own, and pulled his fist back, swinging at it. Glass landed everywhere, and a small hole in the wall stared back at him.

He spit at the now broken photo at his feet.

“yo-you’re not e-ven real...n-no-not any...not anymore...I hate you...” he mumbled drunkenly. His hand fell limp to his side, scarlet blood shining against his pale, white skin. And dripping onto the floor.

You tried your best to hide your shock and you directed him into the bathroom, where the first aid kit was. He laid on the floor, pressing his face into the comforting coolness of the linoleom. You wanted to scream at him to knock it out, and to just get up, but you knew that even if he desperately wanted to, he wouldn’t be sober until the next morning.

You looked down at his small, skinny form, that lay breathing on the bathroom tile. You'd never seen Toshi, in any form, look as weak as he did now. Your heart ached. This wasn’t him.

Suddenly, he shot up and lurched towards the toilet, emptying the contents of his stomach. You rushed over to his side, moving his forelocks away from his face. He was pale, white as a sheet. The bags under his eyes were deeper and darker, and his usually bright blue eyes were dulled down to a muted navy. Tears pooled down his sunken cheekbones.

"n-no...go- get awa...y"

You said nothing, but ran cold water through a washrag, soaking it throughly. He remained hovering over the toilet, violently retching.

The alcohol was attacking his skinnied, sick body more than he thought it would. As you approached him with the rag in hand, he returned to the chilled floor.

You placed the rag on his sweaty forehead gently, rubbing his arm. He pushed you away as best as he could, still crying silently.

"p..ple-please, y/n...d-don't look at me...n-not like...not like this..." He choked out in-between sobs.

"I'm not going anywhere, babyboy. I'm sorry." You apologize, getting out some first aid supplies for his knuckles.

"...please...jus-just..."

You hushed him, gently taking his bloodied hand. He tried pulling away weakly, but to no avail.

"...let me...let me jus...take care of it...I can..." He mumbled. You paid him no mind as you quickly but effectively wrapped him up.

As soon as you were finished, he was back in front of the toilet again. Not much more was coming up, but the sickening retches and sobs still shook within his frail chest.

You bent down next to him, rubbing his back, whispering small words of praise and encouragement. He began to calm down a little as he sat against the wall of the bathroom. He started off into the distance.

"I...why can't I be like...like him anymore?" He muttered,

For a split second, you were confused.

“Like who, baby?”

His eyes stared into you, harsh enough to scald you. Realization hit.

“All Might?” You quietly asked, your hand moving towards his. He slapped it away half heartedly.

“n-no... that’s-he’s not- I-I’m not-“

He began to rip at his hair, his sobs getting louder and more violent. Fear grew inside of you, not knowing how to contain this small man that was so engulfed in despair and grief that he couldn’t see how wonderful he is as a person, not just as a hero.

Toshi got his worth from what he could do for others. He doesn’t feel like he deserves love, especially if he’s not giving it to someone else in just the right way. If he’s not helping anyone, what good is he? And in his smaller form, how could he help anyone?

You grabbed his wrists, making sure he couldn’t hurt himself anymore than he already has.

“Toshinori, please listen to me!” You begged. He went limp. He couldn’t catch his breath, and he was definitely hyperventilating.

“Take some nice, deep breaths for me, okay, sweetie?” You firmly yet sweetly ordered. You set the pace and he followed, his breaths shaky and labored. He calmed down quite a bit, and you loosened your grip on his wrists.

“Do you really love me?” He whimpered quietly.

“Oh, honey... of course I love you. I’ve always loved you, even before I knew who you were. Who you are.”

“You...you were right the first time. Were.”

“No, baby. When you go out in public, people still know you’re All Might, and-“

“Don’t... don’t call me... that name... please, not anymore.”

You didn’t even know how to respond to that. Your heart ached at his pitiful tone.

“Y/n... you don’t know what people... what they say about me now. They laugh and say that I’m just a toothpick. They... they whisper about how I don’t look so good, and about...” he began to cry again. This time, quietly, privately. He curled up into himself, tucking himself away from you and the rest of the world.

“Well, of course people will say things like that,” you began, “did you ever consider that there were some people who criticized All Might, too?”

“...what?”

“Listen, honeybee, people are always going to be saying bullshit like that. No matter who you are. But guess what? There’s always, always going to be more people who are excited to see you, who will always accept you, and who will always see every beautiful gift you have to offer to this world. I know how hard it’s been for you, but you need to know that you’re still so loved, so wanted, so needed in so many people’s lives.”

“Like who? Who could possibly...who could need someone like me?”

“Me. Toshi, I need you here. I love you. We met when you were in this form, in this very body. Don’t you remember?”

He nodded. You wiped away a tear gently.

“I loved you for who you are, not who you were or what you’ve done. For you.”

Shakily, he whispered, “I... I love you, too.”

For the first time that night, he clutched you closer to him. You pulled his head into your chest, as he nestled into you. You couldn’t help but spare a few tears, but he never knew that.

“Are you ready to go to bed?”

He nodded, his grip tightening around your shirt. You helped stand him up on his shakey, baby deer like legs. You led him down the hall, and he paused at the broken photo.

He gestured towards it, mumbling something.

“No, baby, don’t worry about that. I’m going to clean it all up.”

Finally, you arrived at the bed. You pulled back the duvet, readying it for him.

He laid into the soft mattress, sighing in relief.

You tucked him in, standing up. He reached his hand out, begging, “please...don’t leave...me...”

“I’m coming right back, honeydew. I just need to clean up the picture and turn everything off. Okay? Do you need a glass of water or anything?”

He shook his head. “Let... let me clean it up tomorrow, please.”

You ignored all of his pleas for you to leave him be earlier, but something told you that despite his drunken stupor, he really meant this one. You washed your face and tidied up the bathroom, quickly turning off the tv and getting his cards put up, and finally dumping the orange juice cocktail down the sink, along with the rest of the alcohol. Your heart panged, noting the tiny amount remaining in the crystal clear bottle.

Despite him denying his need for water, you brought him a tall glass of ice water along with a smaller glass of ginger ale, as well as a new chilled washcloth.

He was nearly asleep when you got back, but perked up at the sound of your footsteps.

You urged him to drink just a tiny bit of the water, and he obliged. You praised him heavily, placing a kiss on his cheek, before climbing into bed. He turned to face you, pulling you close to him. He kissed you on your forehead before drifting off into a deep, restful sleep.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty bed. You scrambled to get up and rushed into the kitchen, where you found Toshi sipping a modest cup of coffee, the photo of All Might placed in a brand new frame, proudly displayed on the kitchen table.

“Oh, Toshi! You scared me when you weren’t in the bed.”

He looked out the window, sighing deeply. He smiled at you, saying,

“Don’t worry... I am here.”

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Hello I love stuff! So I remember that you headcanons about the main 6 realizing that they're in a game. Can you do headcanons for the main 6 actually appearing in the real world and meeting the player? Imagine the chaos that would ensue when they come into contact with modern technology.

But like... really imagine it. Really just think about playing the game one day and POOF your fav LI is sitting beside you, completely real and a little messy as they look at you with wide eyes

Also, for the sake of these headcanons we’re going to say the LI is aware that they were in a game :) (because I don’t feel like dealing with any existential crises)

Warnings: none!

-Asra Alzanar-

Definitely the most chill about popping into another world. Pretty normal stuff for him when spells go backwards

You on the other hand backed up against the wall like a blushing mess while he calmed you down as quickly as he could. He was calmer than you simply because he’s always sensed that there was more to the mc in the game than what met the eye

Asra was a fast learner as you taught him all about Earth

It was interesting, to say the least, having to explain Asra’s presence for the few weeks he was with you before the spell wore off. Luckily, by saying he was an exchange student and using a few deception spells, it was no problem

Sorting out his fashion sense was interesting too

“No, Asra, you can’t wear mystical robes or magical amulets to the cafe.”

“But… magic is my thing.”

“But magic isn’t a thing here.”

He ended up playing with a lot of different styles of our world and unfairly looked amazing in all of them??? He’s aesthetic in everything??

Always sweet and affectionate, touching you in some way because he can’t really believe he gets to the meet the real you <3

Whenever you went out, he liked to hold your hand

He really liked getting to learn about your life outside the game, like your hobbies, school/work, and other such interests

He was really happy to meet your friends and family, sizing them up to decide if he completely trusted them to take care of his darling apprentice

If you come from a bad home or anything, it’d break Asra’s heart and he’d do literally everything in his power to help you. And with any other problems in your life, he’d put his heart and soul into helping you too

When he had to leave, he taught you a special way to make the game glitch so he’ll know that something is really wrong and he’ll come to the real world asap

-Nadia Satrinava-

More than a little surprised that Asra’s spell landed her here

You two made eye contact and it took you both a second to process what was going on

“Oh. Good evening, Nadia. What brings you here?”

“Good evening. It seems Asra’s spell has landed me in your home world.”

And then the “??!!?!!?!?” feeling hit both of you and you went into extreme planning mode

In a few minutes, you two had figured out when Asra’s spell would wear off and bring her home, a cover story for Nadia’s stay, and had everything planned perfectly because y’all are a power couple

Nadia had a bit of a rough first day with technology and no servants to help her figure all this new stuff out

The first time she saw a car was when you were walking outside your house, and she yanked you behind a bush because she thought it was some sort of monster

She was super flustered when you explained it was just a car, but you insisted you thought it was sweet of her to “protect” you

Nadia felt really bad about not being able to pay you back for your kindness and tried to make up for it by being helpful around the house

No matter what type of wardrobe you have, Nadia helped plan your outfits for the few weeks she was there

You two went shopping once and she managed to get a bunch of deals

Yeah, she’s better at sweet talking and bartering than you’ll ever be :(

She wanted to know all about your interests and hobbies, they’re all fascinating to her

She gives the best advice and listens attentively to any of your problems

Have any toxic friends? Rude family members? Teachers or bosses making your life miserable? Nadia will verbally demolish them and make sure you’ll be treated well after she’s gone

When she eventually had to leave, she left you a sweet letter to read whenever you’re sad

-Julian Devorak-

Pure utter chaos when he first pops in

You’re yelling, he’s yelling, everything is a mess

Eventually, you both calm down though and manage to talk things out, Julian rambling so quickly you can barely understand him

The two of you manage to figure out that Asra’s spell will last a few weeks. So, in the meantime, Julian is stuck with you

At first he acted all confident as he tried to convince both himself and you that he had this entire situation under control

That is, until he stepped into the kitchen and nearly caused three disasters in five seconds

You gave him a crash course on Earth and he literally took notes and made flashcards that he would randomly look at as you showed him around

When friends and family began to question his presence, the both of you had this elaborate story about how Julian was a childhood friend who was stopping in town to meet up with his family. There were character names and everything, y’all really got into it

He’s fascinated by the medical advances in the real world and loves all those hospital shows like Grey’s Anatomy. You two are definitely going to spend some time cuddled up on the couch watching those shows

He was so excited about seeing everything and kind of frustrated he couldn’t get you anything as a way to repay you for taking care of him and being such a good teacher in general

He actually picked a bunch of flowers for you, and while you’re certain he stole some of them, it was a very kind gesture

If you got sick at all during his stay, he’d go into doctor mode and nurse you back to health

He was constantly making plans to spend every single second he could with the real world version of you, so that he could return to his world knowing as much about you as he could

-Muriel-

When he simply appeared in your room you two silently stared at one another for a very long time and then began to panic

Muriel was more flustered than you because it took him a second to realize he was right in front of the real mc, the real version of you

You managed to calm him down though, and after that it was pretty smooth sailing

Muriel was not a fan of the attention he got for his height whenever you two went out to malls or other such public spaces

It was just a lot to process. You both knew each other, but Muriel’s mind couldn’t quite process the real world version of the mc he knew so well and you couldn’t quite believe that Muriel was here in real, 3-D form

It was even harder for you because everyone wanted to know all about him and kept asking all these questions him

That’s why you spent the majority of your time in less public spaces or just stayed home and enjoyed things like baking, video games, and movies

Muriel really enjoys farming games like Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing and he’s really good at them too

Is 100% down to be a listening ear for all your real world problems

He feels a little guilty that he’s known you for so long, yet this is the first time he’s been able to help you with your real life problems

So he plans on being as helpful as he can be for the few weeks he’s with you and insists on helping with any chores around the house

When he had to leave, he tried to stay calm, but the moment you started getting upset, he’d get upset too

He left you a wood carving of one of your favorite things, like a favorite animal, favorite character, favorite something that would mean a lot to you and show you there’s always of part of him with you

-Portia Devorak-

When Portia suddenly popped into existence beside you, you were both surprised, but like, too shocked to properly freak out?

“Oh. Hello, Portia.”

“Oh. Hello to you too. You look a little different… where are we?”

You managed to get in a pretty calm explanation about where she was and a bit of info about the modern world before she started freaking out

She was stuck here for two weeks and neither of you knew any way to get her back to her own world, so you decided to just go with it

Portia was mystified by all parts of modern life

Her favorite things are always the clothes and the food

Technology low key scared her for the first few days, but you helped her adjust

Her favorite thing is ordering stuff online because there’s so much cool stuff!!! And she can get it all in the click of a few buttons!!! So cool!!!

She always links your arm with hers when you’re showing her parts of town so that the two of you can’t get separated

She’s pretending to be a good friend of yours who is coming from out of the country and will be staying for a few weeks

You two do a lot of baking and Portia only starts one, little fire by using the microwave wrong :)

If you have any big problems in your life Portia is an absolute sweetheart about them. She listens perfectly and will give you all the advice and comfort you need

She’s such a cheerleader and gives you a bunch of compliments and support that she can’t give to you in the game

When the time came for her to leave, she wrapped you in her arms and wouldn’t let go until Asra’s spell pulled her back into the game

After she left, you realized she had secretly made you a cute stuffed animal version of Pepi just for you <3

-Lucio-

S c r e a m i n g

He got really defensive really fast because he was so confused

You confused him because you look a lot like the mc in the game but, since this is the real world you, you look recognizable but different

You had to carefully pry the make-shift weapon he had grabbed and explain who you were and what you thought had happened

After that Lucio chilled out but was still a little on edge

With all the technology you showed him he either loved it or hated it

Itty bitty phone screens that don’t respond to his metal hands, somewhat larger tv screens that are as confusing as Asra’s magic, and dumb people called Siri who can’t understand him? Stupid

Super fast cars and speakers that blare music? Very cool

He wasn’t the best at hiding the fact that he’s from a game and almost let it slip a few times

So you have to dive into the conversation to assure this random stranger that no, your exchange student is only joking about being a count, isn’t he hilarious???

Give him a sharp elbow in the ribs to shut him up, works 9/10

He loves movie theaters so much and will beg to go there all the time while he’s with you

He’s always very touchy because this is probably the only time he’ll get with the real version of you, and he wants to savor every bit of it

He’s an extremely picky eater and seems to only like the food you make

While spending time with the version of you in the game is always fun, it was always wonderful to get to meet the real you. A few weeks didn’t feel like nearly enough time to get to know you

He acted like going back to the his world wasn’t a big deal up until the last second when the spell started pulling him back. Then, blinking away tears, he wrapped you in a far too tight hug that was surprisingly comforting

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