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#it’s one thing to be unable to vote
sleepii-moth · 4 months
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i am well aware that there is more than one person running for the democratic party in the presidential election but unless someone usurps biden in popularity (which i honestly kind of doubt will happen), people really need to understand that ultimately the election is going to result in one of three things:
1, democrats refuse to vote, therefore donald trump or another most likely equally as bad person will win
2, democrats split the vote between other canidates in the democratic party which results in none of the dem candidates getting enough votes to beat a Republican and the same outcome as 1 happens
or 3, democrats work together to vote for the most popular canidate (who i think will most likely be biden) and a democrat is elected
and im gonna be honest, if 1 happens im gonna start biting people. yall NEED to vote, voting is LITERALLY the most basic most liberal ass thing you can do as a leftist right now, and if you are refusing to vote right now im like actually mad at you, its really not that hard yet some people STILL dont wanna do as if NOT VOTING WASNT PART OF WHY TRUMP WAS ORIGINALLY ELECTED. JUST VOTE.
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timeisacephalopod · 2 months
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Part of being Canadian is how similar we are to the US, and honestly not a single person on earth I think could genuinely pin point the difference between Canadian and American culture but the average Canadian. Americans assume we're the same as them (we aren't), even a bunch of Canadians think we're Americans, especially around voting seasons, and about half our cultural identity is "we're Not American!" but there are some cultural differences and if we all spoke French equally we could have had a language distinction but nooooo. Despite not being America unfortunately such a fuck off massive country right below your teeny tiny ass country (population wise) does result in a cultural avalanche from said fuck off massive country. Especially when you share a language.
The war of 1812 will forever be funny to me though because Americans were like "hmm maybe Canadians would also like to tell the British to fuck off, we will invade to show them!" And Canada was like *burns down the white house* and we've been tentatively chill with each other ever since lmao (even when we probably like. Shouldn't be cool with America but like. We could not risk that implosion politically or otherwise it'd be suicide).
#winters ramblings#apparently americans think they won the war of 1812 and you did not. you did not achieve your goal#and a bit over 100 years later canada would nicely ask sempi to be free and britian decided yeah i guess#you guys did a vimmy ridge in WW1 i guess you can be yourselves#and native people- still unable to vote and would be ineligible for another some 50 years or so- were probably like ??!!!!?!!!#REMOVE these pale faced demons!! and i cant say i blame them for that even if my settler ass does not mind being from here#no fucked up spiders very few fucked up bugs ok seasons amd weather where *I* live anyway#i cant complain too much aint no spiders the size of my head OR fucked up weirdo beez on steroids that look like some feckin#HUNGER GAMES ass shit and not an earth bug. if i lived on either coast though my opinion would be different#especially the east coast FUCK their ocean-y assed winters lake effect is bad enough. the SNOW BELT is bad enough#i cando without that shite too although outwest aint better especially in the praries but still no fucked up bugs so 🤷🏻‍♀️#anyway i do genuinely believe if youre not canadian you wouldnt even know the difference between America and Canadian culture#OR the difference of history and even CANADIANS dont know our voting system isnt the same#like we dont even have half the shit Americans do like an electoral college and canadians STILL think we need to vote#as if we're in a 2 party system. we arent. arguably were in a 4 party system but 3 if you reasonably dont count Greens#its fuckin weird though because youll see people talk about canada and america interchangeably#and like i cant evenblame em when even some canadians get confused or WORSE actually WANT to be america#usually conservatives who like deepthroating boot#although i do think this is somewhat odd as a phenomenon because America doesn't have ONE culture#what canada is near idential to is NORTHERN Americans like the south is a whole Thing with a textured history#like obviously the north is too but culturally i get that more than what the south has going because you could even argue#the south have MULTIPLE cultures and in the north you could at least argue the coasts are distinct culturally#like they got terms like pacific north west we dont have ANY of that we are an EXTREMELY small rural country#its strange to confise it with America but at the same time like. yeah that makes perfect sense to me. and not all at once lol
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cuntwrap--supreme · 8 months
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Important life lesson I've learned recently: Never fall in love with an anarchist.
#leon bitches#I'm dying#yesterday i slept for three hours before the horror of what's happening kicked in and insomnia kept me from sleep#fucking went and ran like four miles just to drive the thoughts of him out of my brain#didn't work#but before that i had a complete mental breakdown like i haven't in so so long#like. unable to get off the floor. unable to stop hysterical crying. unable to stop shaking.#it was pretty bad#and it's no wonder i didn't sleep. how could i when the only thing I've hoped for for years - my only goal - is distancing himself from me?#and i know I'm making generalizations but anarchists all have shit going on in their heads dude#like. my take on anarchy (as an anarchist) is that everyone should be kind even when we don't beed to be#and we need to do shit to save the planet even if it's kinda extreme#radical kindness kinda route. but without some government entity forcing it. it's just how we should be.#but his type is very overthrow the government kill the politicians force the world to get better#and i agree with bits of that. mostly because it would be faster than waiting for people to wake up and choose kindness.#but he is legitimately about doing shit that can accelerate that change#one of the earliest conversations i had with him he was saying he voted for trump in the hopes he'd collapse the country#that way we can bring on the Mad Max Times which he said are step one for rebuilding a better world#and i think that might be when i fell in love with him#because here's this self-stated conservative hillbilly yet he's as much of a punk as i am#because - as much as i want change to happen without too much death - I've always said the mad max times will have to happen#and he used the exact term I've always used: Mad Max Times#and then we stood around and talked about the best ways to kill politicians and change the world#and he laughed at me for thinking humanity isn't too far gone to be nice#said even in the Star Trek universe there had to be violence before utopia#but i said expecting people to have any shred of decency left is the only way i can cope with the world#and he said that's kinda punk of me. and i maybe got kinda lightheaded thinking how perfect he was.#but he's also literally insane. incredibly unhinged man.#purposefully puts himself into conflict with others in the hopes of getting to kick the shit out of some arrogant dickhead#and i think that's just how anarchic people are. we're all a little fucked in the head. no shade.
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frodolives · 4 months
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👸🏻 girlbossladyjane Follow
It really makes me sick to see people giving money to penny weeklies when Franklin's expedition STILL has not been found 😭 There are good men out there trapped in unimaginable temperatures and literally all that's needed is a little more funding for another rescue mission yet all you guys seem to care about are your vulgar little stories...
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the franklin expedition is dead as hell
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Disgraceful thing to say but I'd expect nothing more from a M*lville fan
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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 hartgrindisreal
Sorry for posting so much about Tom Gradgrind/James Harthouse from Hard Times lately. It turns out that I was getting arsenic poisoning from my wallpaper? Anyway I took a seaside stroll and I'm normal now. Check your walls y'all
#whyyy did i assume they were committing unlawful actions together like where did i even get that from lol #hard times isn't even that good by dickens standards tbh
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🎨 asherbrowndurand
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Just painted this
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RIP Napoleon... you may have been unable to conquer Alexander's Russia but you sure as hell conquered Alexander's bed
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HERITAGE POST
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How does this have less than 100k notes you could literally not avoid this post back in the 20s lol
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🌄 loyalromantic Follow
poets just aren't dying young in mysterious water-related incidents like they used to :/
#as useless and degenerative as i find 'the living poets' and i'm glad we're finally moving on from them #i have to agree with op in this respect
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I finally got a daguerreotype of myself ^_^ Porcelain urn for scaling
📜 bartlebi-thescrivener
i think i hauve consumption
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🐋 whaler4life
They found oil in the ground??? WTF. THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORSTTTT. FUCK MY LIFE FOR REAL THIS TIME
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🌿 naturesnaturalist Follow
I swear this website has 0 reading comprehension skills. Darwin NEVER claimed we "evolved" from apes like if one of you guys actually bothered to open his new book you'll see all his arguments are backed up by evidence. He actually makes a lot of sense
#sure there's nuance like i don't fully agree with all of it #but his general theory of natural selection seems pretty sound imo
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Of course these are the finalists lmao this website is so predictable. Anyway vote Heathcliff if you dont i'm going to assume you're a phrenologist
📖 sapphichelenburns Follow
It's not problematic to acknowledge the fact that Heathcliff was a brute like he literally killed dogs in case you forgot. #rochestersweep
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I love the implication here that Rochester never did anything cruel either. He literally locked his wife in the attic and lied to Jane about it 😭 like that was a pretty significant thing that happened
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And? God forbid women do anything
#why'd you have to pit two bad bitches against each other #anyway i'm not attracted to men but still went with rochester #bc in terms of living quarters thornfield hall > wuthering heights easily
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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 hartgrindisreal
Not the Russian tsar dying immediately after hartgrind became canon
#i know dickens hasn't technically confirmed it yet but like. SOMETHING was strongly implied ok #see: my previous post #dickensposting
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👨🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻 hartgrindisreal
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LORD HELP ME. THE BODY LANGUAGE. THE WAY THEY'RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER. AHHHHHH
#this installment!!! im-- #dickensposting #i can't fucking cope #dickens wants to KILL us he wants us DEAD....
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⭐️ newamerican
Hi guys sorry I haven't been posting lately it's been so difficult getting to California 💀 I'm finally here now though just need to find a pickaxe and soon I'll be digging! :-) wish me luck lol
#gold #gold rush #gold rush grind #california #adventure
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thefloralmenace · 3 months
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Somewhat on the vibe of "your glorious revolution doesn't exist," I want to talk to you all, especially the young folks, about effective anarchism.
Spoiler alert, it's not blowing stuff up or arson.
I am considered the most anarchical person of all among my friends. Granted, most of my experience has been wreaking anarchy against the systems present in my high school and college, but the principles are the same.
Practical anarchy is not the big, flashy, romanticizable thing people online make it out to be. It's more about the long haul - digging in your teeth and just being a menace that no one can really get rid of.
Everyone's "Why vote when you can firebomb a Walmart" posts (that they don't follow through on) are just not pratical because this is a surveillance society. With CCTV and DNA testing and cell phone cameras and GPS tracking, if you do something big like that, you are GOING to be caught; then that is the end of your anarchical career. And, keep in mind that you might get caught while you're setting up this big event - it's a crime to blow up a Walmart and also a crime to conspire to blow up a Walmart, so your career in anarchy might end before it begins, and then you are permanently out of the game. No matter what causes you were working for that inspired you to do something big and violent that you thought would get someone's attention, you now can't help at all ever again in your entire life. What you did will be a passing headline on the news, and then everything will go back to exactly what it was because big, acute actions can't compare in effectiveness to small, constant actions (just being a thorn in the side of the system, poking and poking, but unable to be dislodged).
This is just the practical side of it too: think about the risk of hurting innocents if you really advocate for doing things like that. You think blowing up a Walmart would really make a dent in that big of a corporation? But if you intentionally or unintentionally kill a bunch of Walmart shoppers, that's going to devastate families that had nothing to do with whatever your cause is.
So all that big talk about violence and destruction: not practical, not effective, not ethical.
The only way I've started to change oppressive systems around me is by justing chipping away from within the confines of the rules of these systems, and/or only stepping just outside them (never breaking rules in a big way that could have allowed said system to easily and "justifiably" get rid of me).
So if you're going to be an anarchist, you need to consider:
Having the longest career in anarchism possible (i.e. being careful enough and judicious with your actions so that you don't get expelled from the system you wish to fight).
And then for any given anarchical plan:
2. Potential consequences.
3. Insurance.
I'll give you an example. I had serious beef with the culture of my college's science department. Students were constantly overworked, and if they expressed their misery outloud or reached out to any of their professors about their struggles, they got apathetic responses if not direct insults to their abilities or dedication. I had too many similar disparaging interactions with professors in one week, and I realized a lot of the responses I was getting were just the result of professors not really knowing how they sounded when they said certain things to students (ex: If someone says they're struggling with a course, don't IMMEDIATELY respond with "change your major," - you can give that as an option, but if you make it your first suggestion, the implication to the student is that if they're having any trouble with the course, they're not good enough for the program).
So I wrote up a flier of examples of good and bad ways to respond to students having anxiety with explanations and distributed it to every professor in the department. Everyone who knew about this perceived it as a great personal risk - that I would get in some kind of unspecified trouble or piss off an important professor, so before embarking on this project, I considered...
Potential consequences: I couldn't really think of any specific college or department rules I could be violating. People postered and handed out fliers in the department all the time. What I was doing fell pretty clearly under freedom of speech. I just shoved the fliers under professors' doors, so I didn't trespass in anyone's office. Worst I could think is that individual professors would get mad at me and make my life difficult, or I'd simply be told to stop fliering in the department.
Insurance: Just in case there were any consequences that I didn't think of and to insure me against the ones I had thought of, I didn't put my name on the flier. It was typed in Word, something everyone had access to. I came in to do it after professors had all left for the day but before I needed to use my ID to get into the building (no electronic record of me being there). I took the elevator to the first floor offices because the stairs require ID swipe after 5pm, but the elevators do not. I found out the building had no cameras by asking about it on the grounds that something of mine had been stolen a few weeks prior. I shoved the flier under the doors of dark offices and left it outside offices with lights on (so that no one would come out and spot me). And here's one of the most important pieces of insurance: I put up a few of the fliers on public bulletin boards in the building. This was important so that if I slipped up and said something that conveyed that I had knowledge of the content of the flier, I would have an excuse for that, i.e., I read it on the bulletin board before class this morning.
And then I did the thing. And surprisingly, it was incredibly well-received by professors. A few who knew that the flier must have been mine (because of previous, similar anarchical actions rumored to be associated with me) told me that everyone was RELIEVED that they finally had an instruction manual from the student perspective on what the hell they're supposed to say when one of their students is panicking. It sparked a real change in the vibe of the department and student experience. Had it instead pissed people off, I would have simply said I could not claim authorship of the flier but had read it and thought it contained good ideas then gone on creating more anarchy while angry people grasped at the zero straws I had left them to pin the action on me.
That's an example of a single action I took that was part of a much longer (~3 years) campaign of mine to change the culture of my department. Everytime I did something in that campaign, I made that consequences vs. insurance calculation to make sure they couldn't expell me from the program, the department, or the school before I succeeded.
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whatwhatjpg · 20 days
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Ireland votes to keep women in the kitchen this International Women's Day
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imperihoe-writes · 6 months
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"Bite your pillow"
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COD König / fem!Reader
Summary:  An innocent phone call derails into König using the opportunity of an empty dorm for some late-night fun with his girl, even though she's far away.
Content: phone sex, dirty talk ramped up to 100, mild dom elements/mentions, possessive König, praise kink, civilian girlfriend, long-distance relationships
Word Count:   1.6k
Notes: Pure filth for the follower special y'all voted on! Have some fun, kind of awkward, hot phone sex with König. NOT FOR MINORS.
Translations at the end!
"Are- Are you naked?" He asked, cringing at the way his voice broke with hesitancy instead of the smooth seductiveness he'd been going for.
She giggled on the other end, and the soft sound soothed his frazzled nerves and made him smile despite the burning heat in his cheeks and neck.
"Do you want me to be?"
König groaned, picturing her smooth skin all stretched out over the white silk sheets he'd bought her for Christmas. How she'd writhe against them, clench her much smaller hands in them as he-
"What do you do when it's just you?" He ground out between one breath and the next, phone pressed tightly to his ear as he stared up at the picture taped to the bottom of the top bunk.
Her smiling face shone back at him in the half-dark, back turned towards the camera, cute butt accentuated by the sundress he loved. Her thighs peeked out, shoulders bare, just like he remembered their last night on vacation. 
There was a hesitant silence, and König wondered if it had been the wrong thing to say. If he should just demand answers from her. Order his girl to be good and listen. She'd hinted in the past that she wouldn't say no to trying things like that, to see him in 'proper work mode' when he fucked her. But being unable to judge her reactions in person and read her body language felt wrong for that kind of fun.
"I usually just- I don't know. Leave my shirt on?" She whispered, suddenly shy now that the spotlight was on her. 
"I see," he answered, voice deeper as he felt his cock harden further against his sweatpants. König idly trailed his left hand down his stomach and played with the waistband. "And what about your underwear? Do you take it off or just push it to the side?"
"Schatz, oh my god," she laughed, the sound muffled from clapping a hand over her mouth. "Leave a girl her secrets, will you?"
König smiled back at the beaming face in the photograph. 
"I'd like to know," he said softly, as his fingers dipped into his pants, and brushed over the happy trail there. He tried to be gentle, as she would be, only a caress instead of a firm stroke.
Her breathing hitched and he heard her shift around, thought of the way he could trap her body with his hips and waist and make her beg if they weren't thousands of miles apart.
"I push them down," she answered quietly, then without him prompting her to go on, she continued. "And touch myself."
"Yeah?" König exhaled, slowly fisting the weeping head of his cock. "How do you like it, baby? You go nice and gentle or fast and hard?"
She made the tiniest, mewling sound. It sent a shiver of pleasure down his spine, and he bit his lip to keep composure.
"U-usually fast."
"And you read your little stories while you do, yeah?" He grinned like a wolf that caught the rabbit between his paws. "The ones where the bad guy fucks the innocence out of a sweet little girl like you, hm?"
The high-pitched giggle that left her made his grin widen as he pushed down the worn fabric of his sweats until the soft elastic framed his balls and cock from below, pushed them onto his stomach as he idly traced the veins running down the underside. 
"You promised we would never talk about fanfiction again," she protested, still laughing and breathless.
"I changed my mind," he purred. "Tell me, do you picture me doing all these things to you, too?"
"Always," she admitted, so quietly that he almost missed it.
"Never think of any other man you find attractive, do you? You know I don't like to share." 
"Oh my god," she breathed. "Schatz, please. I don't- No, just you."
"Good girl," König praised her, gripping his cock harder. It was a little awkward with his other hand clutching the phone, so he pressed the little speaker button and dropped it next to his pillow instead. "Have you started touching yourself, yet?"
"Yes," she whined, and he closed his eyes for a second, pictured her on her knees in front of the bed, how he'd hold her hair back as she swallowed him down in that way that no other woman had ever managed before. How her eyes would be locked on his face as she sucked his cock, how flushed and sweaty they would both be.
"Me too," he groaned, then moved his hand up and down slowly, firmly, spreading the precum over the soft skin. "Are you all wet for me?"
She hummed and then must have moved her phone lower because suddenly the soft sounds of slick skin sounded through the dark room. König had to take his hands off himself, or otherwise, he might have spilt right then and there.
"Du wirst mich umbringen," he swore, head pressed into his pillow, then smiled at her confused little noise over the German. "Use your fingers properly, like I would, hm?"
"I thought you wanted to know how I do it?" She teased him back, voice bolder now that she was slowly losing herself in their call that had evolved from catching up and sweet nothings into this. "I just like to rub my clit nice and hard, until I come. And then," voice lower, she whispered gently. "I go again, and again until my fingers are all wet and tired and my legs shake."
König would never forget the first time he had eaten her out, how he'd had to grip her thighs around his head because they were twitching so much, sensitive with every swipe of his tongue.
"Never push your fingers inside, baby? That why you always so tight for me?"
His voice was barely above a growl, and her desperate whine made him go again, faster, harder, jerking himself off as he panted. 
"Try it out for me tonight?" Köng begged when all he heard were more slick sounds and laboured breaths. "Two fingers, nice and deep."
He was able to pinpoint the exact moment she followed his instructions, the quiet hiss of pleasure and the much slower sounds of skin against skin. König spat into his palm, then circled his hand around his cock tightly, in a faint imitation of the wet heat he'd be pushing into if she were here with him. 
"Doing so well," he ground out as she whined again. "Want to know what else I would do to you, Liebling?"
Her answering hum was barely coherent, but König let it slide. 
"Turn you around on all fours, pull your cheeks apart and watch my fingers disappear into you. So wet and ready for me aren't you? Would bite the pillow so your neighbours don't hear how good your big scary boyfriend fucks you, wouldn't you?"
König wasn't sure if he was still speaking English at this point, his thumb brushing over the sensitive crown of his cock as his girl shuffled on the other end of the line, perhaps flipping over onto her stomach like he'd said. He could feel the telltale burn in his abdomen, the tightening of his thighs and butt as his body came closer and closer to climaxing from the lewd little sounds over the speaker. 
"I'd take it all," she murmured, barely audible.
"Yes, you would," he grinned, all sharp teeth in the dark. "And then you'd beg me to come inside, greedy little thing." 
"Fuck, yes," she laughed, desperate. He pictured her writhing against her own small fingers, not enough, now that he'd given her a taste of what it meant to be stuffed full. "And you'd grab my hair and s-suck into my neck-"
König moaned, eyebrows drawn together and his hand pumped his cock faster and faster, almost painfully. The mental image of her body, which looked so much more fragile and delicate compared to his own bulky frame, taking him all the way, messy and begging and-
"Going to come," he ground out.
"All over my face?" She asked sweetly, devilishly. "Want to taste you so badly."
With a deep shudder, eyes screwed shut, König flexed his hips up into his hand, violent. Hot semen dripped all over his fingers and abdomen, and the utter bliss of release made him see stars for a moment.
He swore, oversensitive as he rode out the wave of his orgasm, hold not as tight as he began to soften and milked out every last drop. 
"So good, baby," she whined, sounding somewhere between drunk and sleepy, breaths uneven in that way he'd come to associate with her convulsing walls sucking in his cock as she came all around him.
"Fuck," he laughed, hand pressed over his forehead as he listened to her climaxing. She giggled as well, breathless.
It was quiet for a few moments, then her voice sounded out over the speakers again.
"Almost as good as the real thing. Didn't realize you had such a mouth on you."
König felt all the blood that had previously deserted his brain in favour of his cock shoot back up, making his face and chest feel hot from embarrassment.
"I- I didn't-" he stammered but got cut off by her smug voice once more.
"I liked it," she confessed. "We should do that more often, don't you think?"
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TRANSLATIONS: Schatz - treasure/honey Du wirst mich umbringen. - You'll be the death of me. Liebling - beloved/darling
Whew, I'm blushing. I thought I'd make good use of my day off and just let out some pent-up brain juices from the last two weeks 👀 Also couldn't resist slipping the little fanfiction joke in there, I'm sorry.
If you enjoyed this, you can find my COD masterlist here! Feel free to slide into my ask box or dm's with requests or ideas anytime, or if you just want to chat!
Until next time! - A✨
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naughtyjjk · 4 months
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jjk men during no nut november
characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji | fem reader warnings: 18+, smut, teasing, blowjob, masturbation, orgasm denial (just bc of the challenge) ty to everyone who voted for this! it ended up being so much longer than i expected. anyway, enjoy — it's that time of year ;)
GOJO...
talks big at first about how easy the challenge is going to be, but quickly realizes how wrong he is when november actually comes. it's natural, after all; the more he's not supposed to do something, the more it's on his mind. so he finds himself thinking about sex all the time, thinking about you. he recalls the previous times you've fucked, how good it felt to have his cock inside you without any stupid rules holding him back.
he ends up becoming soo fucking horny that it's unbearable, getting himself all worked up and finding any excuse to touch your body. "i want you... god, i wanna fuck you so bad," he says, stripping both of you down and pulling out his cock. it's nice and hard already, dripping with precum. just looking at it makes you turned on, too.
he thrusts into you and as soon as he bottoms out, the full length of his cock buried deep, you stop him there and ask, teasingly, "are you sure you want to do this? you’re not supposed to come this month, remember?" but it’s obvious that this is the limit of his self-control. you can already tell how badly he needs it, unable to take the sexual frustration anymore. "will you be able to hold back from coming?"
gojo whines, cock twitching inside you. he's so desperate and aroused and there's no way he's going to stop now that he's already gotten this far. ignoring your warning, he begins to thrust into you, moaning at how good it feels.
in the end, he only lasts a few days, which means he doesn't get any bragging rights about making it through NNN. but he has no regrets at all because now he can fuck you whenever he wants.
NANAMI...
manages to hold out for a while, but loses by the end of the first week. he tries his best, but he's weak and just can't resist you. at night, he would jerk himself off because he needs some relief but forces himself to go slowly enough to make sure he doesn't come. it doesn't help, though, because he only ends up more turned on, knowing that he can’t fully give himself the orgasm he needs.
after a few nights of going to bed hard and aching, even the most innocent touches from you gets him all riled up. his resolve snaps when you wear extra revealing clothing one day, as if you're testing him on purpose—bending over to show your cleavage, wearing leggings that draw his attention to your thighs. you know he's lost the challenge when he reaches out to touch your your legs, trailing higher and higher until he's rubbing you through your panties.
you rock your hips against his hand, noticing the bulge in his pants, the outline of his hard cock. "are you going to do anything about that?" you ask, and his eyes darken. he's far too horny to hold back any longer, taking you right then and there.
"careful," you say when you notice him start to get close, whispering into his ear. "you don't want to accidentally come now, do you?" but of course that only makes him more aroused, knowing that he isn’t supposed to be doing this.
"fuuck," he groans, thrusting into you harder and you can feel him pulsing inside you, a warning. "i c-can't hold it." he comes in you and it's so hot and filthy and you can feel his release dripping down your legs. but he doesn’t stop until you’re also shaking and moaning, riding out your orgasm on his cock.
maybe next year, you'll both have more luck finishing the challenge.
GETO...
doesn't touch you at all. he's almost too good at keeping his hands off you, determined to win this challenge. it's annoying how composed he is at the halfway point, like he's completely unaffected by the whole thing. but just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean that it isn't slowly getting to him, too.
when the end of the month approaches, he's in constant battle with himself. on one hand, he's so close to winning the challenge; on the other hand, he's beyond sexually frustrated from denying himself for so long.
the day that his resolve snaps, you're eating a lollipop and decide to tease him when you notice him starting at your mouth. you swirl your tongue around the lollipop, licking, sucking, swallowing it down, all whole making eye contact with him. he's aching and hard in his pants by the time you're done and he makes you kneel on your knees in front of him as he pulls out his cock.
he says, "if you want something to suck on so badly, then show me just how good you are" and you're happy to do so. you do the exact same thing—licking, sucking, swallowing him down. swirling around his sensitive cockhead, tracing the veins on the shaft. it's been weeks since his cock had any stimulation so it doesn't take much to get him to the edge. soon, he's thrusting into your mouth, hands tangled in your hair, moaning at how good it feels. "f-fuck, your tongue—i'm coming, i'm—"
his cock twitches as he comes, spilling down your throat. he’s breathing hard. when his mind clears, he decides that it's worth it, even if he was only a few days away from completing NNN.
TOJI...
plays dirty the whole time. this man is absolutely ruthless. he teases you relentlessly, doing whatever he wants with your body—nothing is off limits as long as you don't come. which means he can still touch you, finger you, eat you out as long as he stops before either of you orgasm. and he does this all with a wicked, sexy grin on his face, knowing exactly the torture he’s putting you through.
by far the cruelest thing he ever does is fuck you with his cock and stop mid-thrust just as you're about to come. then he pulls out and leaves you there, desperate and begging for him to go all the way. but he doesn't. he never does. and he repeats this every day for the whole month, constantly getting you worked up and keeping you on edge while denying you of your release. denying himself, too.
he says, "don't feel too good yet, baby" even when you're moaning and whimpering, begging him to finally give in. “p-please—ah, please toji... i don't care about the challenge anymore, let me come—"
meanwhile, his own self control is made of steel; he could be rock hard in his pants, leaking precum, but just knowing the effect it has on you is enough for him to ignore his own desires for now. he gets off on making you more and more aroused, pushing your limits to see when you'll break. and if you're able to last the entire time, he's looking forward to the payoff at the end, where he gets to fuck you hard, leading to an orgasm that's been building up for a month.
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Muscle BULL
(at time of writing muscle bull won the vote so I hope you enjoy)
Mikey took one last picture in front of the gym mirror, showing off every bulging muscle of his tight and toned frame. He typed his wish into the ask box "I wish for a change (but I wanna keep my muscle)" and looked into the mirror waiting for his changes to begin.
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As soon as he pressed send Mikey felt his body begin to pulse and swell. He heard the sound of his skin stretching as his muscles swelled up underneath. Mikey grabbed his pec feeling it bulge and swell bigger, the pulses of growth matching his heart beat.
"ah, fuck yeaahhhh" Mikey moaned flexing in the mirror.
The growth began to slow down, Mikey put on some cloths feeling them tight over his massive body, unable to stop flexing to himself and laughing at how muscle bigger he had grown. He left the locker room to test his new massive body in the gym.
After an hour in the gym Mikey realised he had lifted a barbell maybe once. He was too busy staring at his massive frame in the gym mirror. Other guys around him looked puny, he looked almost over grown but he loved the size.
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Mikey took a deep breath flexing again but feeling something strange in his pelvis. A butterfly like sensation stirring in his groin, Mikey looked down and moaned watching as the fabric around his dick expanded and stretched out. His eyes widened and he bit his bottom lip watching it expand and grow bigger. Mikey got up and left the gym, in such a rush he forgot his bag, he got in his car feeling another surge of growth. Driving home as fast as he legally could Mikey anxiously rubbed his groin feeling a surge of pleasure as he touched it. He wanted to lift up his waist band but was even more desperate to enjoy himself as soon as he saw what was under it.
Mikey pulled up in his driveway getting out of his car, feeling what felt like his balls now so big they rubbed against his thighs. Suddenly another pulse of growth washed over his groin.
"AWWWW FUCCKKKKKKK" Mikey moaned out falling back to lean on the side of his car.
Mikey tried to run to his door but it was more of a waddle feeling the squeeze in-between his legs, Mikey shut his door and leant against it, staring up at the ceiling he moaned feeling one last massive surge. **RIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP**
Mikey heard his gym shorts tear apart and felt his underwear snap. Mikey let out a excited laugh looking down at his new package but it wasn't his dick that he saw. Mikey's face quickly soured as he saw a massive pink udder sagging in place of where his dick would be.
"w..w...w-WHAT THE FUCK" Mikey started to panic, grabbing onto one of his new four dick.
Another sudden pulse hit him and Mikey watched as his new sagging udder swelled up even more he felt it become tight, and then painfully tight, completely full.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY DICK"
Mikey slid down against his door until he was sitting on the floor. He placed both his hands around the massive round udder. All four of his dicks began to leak pre.
"oh god...what the fuck do I do with this thing"
Mikey started jerking one of his dicks, his head fell back slamming against the door as he felt the best pleasure he's felt in his entire life. It was barely 30 second before he came and his dick squirted cum over his chest and wall. Mikey couldn't help but move onto the next one, feeling the intense pleasure, and again and then again. By the time he finished one another was rock solid. Mikey stood up wiping the cum off his massive body, moaning at his full cock udder than still felt like it was gonna burst.
Mikey walked to his bedroom and saw his huge body in the mirror, he flexed and posed his new huge muscles, he was the biggest man he's ever seen. His body took up most of his mirror and his giant hand struggled to hold his phone. His eyes wondered down his enormous frame.
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Mikey let out a deep sigh dropping his phone on the ground. He stared at the massive cock udder that was now the size of a beach ball. He wrapped both his hands around his, jiggling it up and down hearing sloshing from inside. The four dicks instantly became hard from the slightest touch. Mikey have it a slight squeeze watching as all four dicks squirted cum onto his mirror.
"Oh god, I look like a fucking cow..."
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hope you ladz can enjoy this one, its been a while and I'm trying to get back into the swing of it all.
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Hello everyone!
Here we are finally in the series I talk about a few days ago. After the votes you chose Leah, but I might have kept some ideas for Alessia afterwards.
I have the beginning of the story and the end, but I have not yet decided exactly what would happen in the middle, so I am unable to tell you how many chapters there will be in this story.
I hope you will like it and as usual, I gladly take your comments, requests and suggestions :) Don’t hesitate to write to me.
Happy reading!
World count : 4.8k
TW : Mention of breaking up and angst. I think nothing else but if you notice something please let me know!
PART 2 I PART 3 I PART 4 I PART 5 I PART 6 | PART 7
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The news of your transfer to Arsenal was like a little bomb in the football world. You were on the verge of another contract extension with Manchester City when the London club contacted your agent, offering you a contract that you couldn’t refuse. It wasn’t an easy decision to make, you thought about it long before accepting. You asked for the advice of your parents and friends footballers perhaps a little more experienced than you. Including Ingrid Engen, one of your best friends since you started playing on the Norwegian national team.
After weighing the pros and cons, you decided to accept and say goodbye to Manchester City. Some things will obviously miss you. Starting with some of your teammates that you consider your friends and who seemed really saddened by your departure.
You quickly got along with Laia Aleixandri and Leila Ouahabi, the spanish womens taking you under their wing just arrived in Manchester. They made your life easier and helped you include yourself in the club much more easily than you could have hoped. Leaving your home country at almost 18 wasn’t easy, but if you wanted to continue to follow your dreams, you really had no choice. Norwegian football being less in the spotlight, when you had the first proposal from an English club, you didn’t hesitate a single second. Your parents and relatives encouraged you to accept this offer as well.
Your life in Manchester has been pleasant and you can’t help but be a little nervous about moving to a new city. With other people, other places… In short, to start almost from the beggining. The only thing that has changed between your settlement between Manchester and London is that you have undoubtedly developed your athletic abilities and skills in all areas necessary to be able to play football properly.
Your contract was signed just after the end of the World Cup, so you were the last to announced at Arsenal. This didn’t allow you to find an apartment in time and that is why you find yourself in a hotel room for your first nights in London. It’s a little strange, but you’d rather that than take an apartment that wouldn’t suit you. It’s important for you to really feel at home when you cross the threshold of your door and you haven’t found the one who gave you this impression in those you have visited for the moment.
You only have a few things with you at the moment, all your furniture is stored in Laia’s garage in Manchester, ready to be sent as soon as you find what suits you. Very soon, let’s hope.
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It’s a little nervous that you leave the Uber that accompanies you to the Arsenal training center for your first day under the colors of the club. You have already made the promotional photos, so you have already met several people belonging to the staff. You’ve already had a meeting with Jonas, but you haven’t met a lot of people officially when it comes to the players.
Last night, Alessia Russo contacted you via Instagram (you didn’t even realize she was following you on social media) and offered to wait for you at the entrance to make your way together. You quickly accepted, even if you also quickly understood that it was for you more than for her. Alessia knows a lot of people on the team, unlike you. But the gesture made you happy. Alessia having played at Manchester United while you were playing at Manchester City, you might have had a bad connection with her, being clubs enemy, but that’s not the case. Leila and Laia always took you with them when they were going out with Ona and her friends and that’s how you met Alessia. From saying you’re friends with her there’s a world, but you appreciate the blonde’s personality.
Alessia is already waiting for you when you arrive and you smile at her when you reach her height.
"Hi" you say with a slight smile, responding willingly to her embrace.
"Nervous?" asks the blonde, glancing at you.
You answer with a simple grunt that makes her laugh, before you go to the conference room where you meet the rest of the team. She asks you about your Summer and you ask questions back, learning that she went in her family in Italy.
Several of your teammates are already present when you enter the room, including Jonas who greets you both with a big smile. You find yourself following Alessia around like a lost puppy in the room, but she doesn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, she introduces you to people she already knows.
You’ve come across some of them on football fields in previous games, but aside from a few words exchanged with them, there’s never been anything more. You talk to Laia Codina, whom Laia and Leila described as an adorable girl, when a new trio arrives in the room. Lia, Leah and Katie.
"Katie terrifies me" Alessia jokes in your ear before Leah spots her and leads the other two in your direction.
"Do you know Y/N?" Alessia tells Leah after they greet each other with an embrace.
"Not really" Leah replies with a smile. "Welcome to Arsenal!"
"Thank you very much"
When your eyes meet, you feel a wave of shivers running through your entire body. Nothing to do with the terror that Katie can inspire in Alessia, but what it can mean does intrigue you no less. But you quickly recover, greeting all three. You realize too that Leah’s embrace lasts a few seconds longer than the others, her hand dragging in the hollow of your back when she laughs at a joke Katie made.
Shortly after, Jonas and his assistants arrive in the room and ask you all to sit down. You find yourself next to Alessia and Manuela Zinsberger and listens wisely to what he tells you. This mainly consists of a warm welcome from the new players, a reminder of the goals set for the team this year and the introduction of new staff members. After that, everyone is invited to a brunch and you find yourself around a big round table, once again with Manuela but also with Frida Maanum, who seems delighted to have a compatriot with her on the team.
"We’ll be able to show Stina and Amanda who the real Vikings are" she told you, amusing the people around you.
The least we can say is that you quickly feel comfortable.
Finally you were wrong to fear the introduction into your new team. You haven’t trained together yet, but you feel it won’t be a problem for you to fit in here. Despite you, your eyes are a little too turned towards Leah Williamson, who has lunch at an another table. You didn’t expect the injuries one to be here today, which was stupid of you. They’re just as much part of the team as you are.
In the middle of the afternoon, after visiting the different rooms and the training ground, you are free to leave. You stay a little longer than the first ones who do though, having fun making passes with Alessia and Manuela, while Leah, Lia, Beth and Viv stay a few meters from you to discuss. When you finally decide to leave the field to go home and you don’t follow them to the parking lot greeting them nevertheless, you see Leah arching an eyebrow.
"Where are you going?"
"Taking the subway? I don’t have a car yet" you answer smiling, shrugging your shoulders.
"Bullshit. Someone can bring you back" Leah says, turning to your teammates.
"I’m not going to force someone to make a detour for me, Leah, but that’s very kind, thank you very much."
Something in the blonde’s gaze makes you think that if she had been fit to drive, she herself would have made the detour, but being driven by Lia she doesn’t have the opportunity to do so.
"I can" says Alessia nicely. "Where do you live?"
A new wave of surprise attacks your teammates when you give them the name of your hotel.
"You live in a hotel?" Lia wonders with her kind voice this time.
"I didn’t find an apartment for now" you shrug your shoulders."It all happened so quickly that I didn’t have time to anticipate things properly."
Well, you must also say that you wanted enjoy your holiday without bother yourself with it.
"We have a guest room if you want to come and live there for a few days, the time to find something" proposes Manuela.
But before you have time to answer, Alessia suddenly resumes speaking, slapping her forhead, as if she had just remembered something.
"They’re looking to rent the apartment in front of mine, on the same floor. If it’s like mine, it’s really nice!"
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It turned out that the apartment in front of Alessia is indeed very nice. A bright living room (Very rare for London said Katie when she was sent by Leah to come make the counter-visit with you to scare the seller in case of scam attempts), a bedroom, another room that you used as a guest room, a third to make you an office and a living room with open kitchen. You even have a small balcony overlooking the inner courtyard, separated from Alessia’s by a transparent wall. "We’ll have to do a housewarming party" several of your teammates got excited. And that’s how you end up with most of the players on the team crammed into your living room, laughing while watching a reality show chosen by Jen. You ordered pizza and a supply of beer and other drinks has been flooding your balcony since last night. But you feel good and that’s all that matters. At the end of the show, you don’t know who offers a drinking game, consisting of taking a shot of alcohol if we did more than the person says. For example, you find yourself having to drink when Lotte says "I took more than three yellow cards last season." "Katie should drink like five shots" jokes Viv towards. Katie glare at her as laughter rises around you, but the game continues. Finally, when one of them says "I slept with more than two people" you are surprised to see that finally not many of you drink. You do. "Y/N?" Manuela turns to you with a disbelieving smile. "We never said we had to justify ourselves" you answer pulling your tongue at her. A new round is quickly thrown after that, but you cross Leah’s eyes a few seconds later. She also drank, which is probably not surprising given the small reputation that precedes her.
After clearing your throat, you look away with a slight blush on your cheeks.
You regularly saw Leah, between the parties organized by the different team members and during training. If the blond doesn’t follow those in the field, she has her appointments with her physiotherapist at the same time as you play. And she now participates in strength training and physical maintenance.
You talk to her regularly, but you have a hard time staying away like you promised yourself to. Leah seems like a very passionate and kind person, but some of your former teammates in Manchester City have made you aware of her flirtatious nature. And a one- or two-night thing, are really not what you’re looking for right now.
A little later in the evening, when at least half of the squad has returned home, you find yourself tidying up a little in the kitchen accompanied by Lia, Leah, Alessia, Manuela and Frida.
"So you have more than two conquests?" teases Manuela, leaning on the central island of your kitchen.
You have the impression that Leah’s eyes will pierce your head when she hears Manu’s question.
"I’ve got like three" you says, rolling your eyes. "It’s not the end of the world"
"It’s not" Lia laughs.
Hoping to divert the conversation, you offer once again to drink to your teammates slash friends. But that was without counting on Manu’s spontaneity.
"Oh but it wasn’t you who dated Alina Meier who play in Aston Villa? Lia’s swiss teammate?" (n/a I don’t want any problem with anyone, this girl is all invented)
You feel your stomach contracting a little bit to her name. Manuela isn’t mistaken, but you usually avoid talking about your ex. Any of your interlocutors could feel the tension emanating from you, but Lia is the fastest.
"Can I have another beer please?" she cuts the conversation with a big smile.
You willingly accept and pivot towards the fridge to dive in. Alessia takes charge of changing the topic of conversation and you sigh of relief when your hear that it works. You spend two seconds more than necessary to take out the beer, taking a large breath before leaving the fridge. Alessia puts a comforting hand behind your back and you find yourself once again stuck in Leah’s eyes when your eyes cross.
An hour later, it’s just Alessia, Leah, Victoria and you. Manuela fell asleep on the couch and you will probably find her in the same place tomorrow morning. Vic and Lessi are in the middle of a conversation about a band when you find yourself on your balcony, enjoying some fresh air.
"Mind if I join you?"
Leah. You obviously invite her to join you, despite yourself very intrigued by the young woman. You’re not stupid, or at least not stupid enough not to realize that she seems intrigued by you too. She speaks at you more often than Manu for example and behaves differently with you than with Lia or Alessia. You can imagine how much she looks about you and to be honest you’re interested about her too. But on your side it’s not only physical interest, which changes everything.
"Are you okay?" asks Leah with sincere concern. "You seem a little down since Manu mentioned Alina."
You look at her thoughtfully for a split second before shrugging your shoulders.
"She doesn’t bring back pleasant memories. But it’s ok" you finally confess, looking at the sky.
It’s difficult in London to observe the stars, between pollution and public lights lit everywhere. You miss it a little.
"You wanna talk about it?"
"Well… Everybody in the football world knows, no?"
Another disadvantage of dating a well-known player, in the end. It’s impossible to keep your privacy private.
"I don’t think so?" said Leah, frowning. "I don’t, anyway." You look at her again for a few seconds and it doesn’t take you any longer to understand that she’s telling the truth. "We dated for almost a year, until I found out she had been cheating on me with someone in the man team from her club for almost four months." "Oh... I’m so sorry" A new glance in her direction allows you to understand that she really is. Frowning, she seems upset by this story. Like all the people to whom you tell the truth of your break up with Alina. You assumed that everyone knew why, but it would seem that they didn’t. It kind of cheers you up to be honored. "Jordan’s playing with her now" you say thoughtfully. Leah grunt at the mention of her ex and you take advantage of the fact that she looks in front of her to observe her. Leah is a very beautiful woman, it’s not surprising that people like her so much. You see regularly video on her in your "For you" on Tiktok. "You’re not the only one having a bad relationship with your ex" ended up sighing Leah. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, repeating her words from before. "There’s not much to say. She’s just, you know... gone." Maybe you shouldn’t get close to her to put your hand on her shoulder, her proximity triggering strange sensations throughout your body. You realize that the joints of Leah’s hands that are attached to the fence are white, and your hand quickly leaves her shoulder to be laid on one of Leah’s, stroking it. When Leah turns her head in your direction, you realize how close your faces are. Your breath is cut off and the infinity of the blue of her eyes makes you lose yourself. When Leah puts her hand around your waist to take you against her, you feel like your heart rate has never been so fast.
But it’s nothing compared to how you feel when her lips land on yours. One hand is automatically behind her neck and the other on her cheek. Your lips begin a passionate and sensual dance and that’s exactly how you imagined things when you thought about how Leah kiss.
The blonde takes advantage of a wimper from you to deepend the kiss and request access to your mouth with her tongue. You leave it to her, carried away by these waves of emotions and sensations that make you turn your head. You find yourself quickly having legs in jelly and you can’t tell how long this moment happened.
You need all your concentration and willpower to break that kiss, snatching yourself from Leah’s arms.
"I’m sorry" you mumble out of breath, facing Leah’s surprised face. "I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry"
With one last mumble, you hurry back inside. If the remaining guests suspect something, they don’t show it. You take the excuse to clean up a little more to mask your trembling hands and let your heart rate returning to normal. Five minutes later, Leah came back inside, excusing herself and leaving your apartment, calling it a night. She didn't even look at you and well, that's hurt. But it shouldn't, aren't you the one who pushed her away?
After kissing your cheek and saying goodbye, Alessia left you too. You throw a blanket on Manu’s sleeping body, you go to your room. It’s late, but you know that Ingrid sometimes stays up a little later than other people.
From You Are you asleep?
From Ingrid 🩵 No. are you okay?
From You Can we call each other?
You don’t get messages back, but Ingrid tries to call you while you’re brushing your teeth. You pick up, mouth full of toothpaste and greet your friend with a hand sign when her face appears on the screen.
"What are you still up at this hour?" smiled Ingrid
"I could ask you the same question" you point out to her after rinsing your mouth.
Ingrid just turns your phone screen and you realize that she shows you her living room, in which she seems to be installed with Mapi and Baghera watching TV.
"Hola Mapi!" you smile to the tattooed when she greets you with a wave of hand.
"What about you?"
"I invited the girls to my apartment to celebrate my move in" you explain before leaving the bathroom and going to lie on your bed.
"Was it nice?"
You hum for any answer, the memory of the kiss you just exchanged with Leah coming back full force. After spending years paying attention at you, Ingrid knows you very well and she realizes in the second that the reason you called her is related to this evening.
"What’s going on, Søtnos?"
Mapi being next to Ingrid, you are relieved that you started this conversation in Norwegian. Since Leah’s name is rather all-purpose, you hope that when you mention her, Maria will not realise. You never understood why there is such tension between the Spanish women and the English women, at least for some of them. But Mapi will probably never be friends with Leah.
Ingrid is a person you could easily confide in, even if there are parts of your life that you have never talked to her about. But you trust her with your life and you know that she will always be able to see things in a neutral and mature way. Which is not always your case.
You explain the situation to her, trying not to take too much time while giving her all the necessary information to have a clear vision of things.
"For summary" resumes Ingrid after your monologue "You like her, she seems to like you too. She kissed you, you pushed her away and she left without looking at you?"
"Uh… yeah"
"And you’re surprised?" laughs softly the brunette shaking her head.
"No, on the contrary. I should never have accepted that kiss in the first place, it was a serious mistake on my part."
"Why?"
"Because she doesn’t see things the way I do, I guess. Leila told me to beware of her and she didn’t want anything serious for a long time" you sigh as you roll to the side.
"Did you talk to her about it?"
"No, we didn’t have time between the kiss and the moment she left my apartment slamming the door" you laugh.
"Be careful with your bad attitude" warns Ingrid pointing at you.
But you smile at her in return. You know she doesn’t scold you for real.
"Anyway, I doubt that she will want to speak to me again after that" you sigh again.
This information shouldn’t depress you as much as that, but still. And this doesn’t escape the keen eye of your compatriot once again. She smiles softly at you.
"I like Leila and I don’t doubt that she means what she says, but trust me, you’re never better served than by yourself."
Her look from the side and you know she’s looking at her own girlfriend. You remember perfectly well that Ingrid was also told to beware of Mapi. But when you see where they are today, you tell yourself that she did well to trust her own idea.
"You have a better conscience than me to judge people" you remind her.
Ingrid answers you with a grunt and you know that she thinks about what happened previously in your love life. You make a grimace and decide to change the subject, questioning her rather on Mapi, her trainings and what she has to tell you again in her life.
Your call lasts another ten minutes before you decide to stop, promising to call you back quickly. What you usually do once a week at least, determined to keep in touch despite the fact that you are not in the same country.
It’ll be a long time before you can fall asleep that night, Leah deep in your mind. Part of you is bitterly sorry you pushed her away, but on the other hand, no one can blame you for wanting to protect you, right? No one knows your past and what you went through before you came here. But you can’t help but feel guilty, despite the little time you spent with Leah, she confided in you about her relationship with her ex and even if it was just a few words, you feel like she wouldn’t do it to just anyone. Your last wish is to hurt her, she asked nothing for it.
You will have to wait until the sky clears, heralding a new day for you to finally find sleep, long hours later. Little did you know that Leah experienced the same thing in her own bed.
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As you have imagined, Leah was particularly cold the next time you saw her. She greeted you, but only from a distance. Her affectionate smile and the little touches if attention she offered you on a daily basis now seem to need to be evoked in the past. And it bothers you too much for your taste.
This obviously caught the attention of the girls you were closest to in Arsenal, starting with Alessia.
"Is everything okay with Leah?" she asked you one day when you ended up in her apartment after a game.
"Yeah, why?"
Thank God you were on your phone and you were able to use this pretext to pretend to be absorbed by what was on it. Otherwise Alessia would have seen the slight panic take hold of your gaze.
"I don’t know, I think she changed her behavior with you… It’s not so much in her habits"
Alessia is far too observant, but given her character and personality, it doesn’t surprise you. It's also probably thanks to this that she saw your hesitation and she got closer to you before starting to speak again.
"Leah is my friend but you are too, so if you need to confide in someone, you can do it with me ok? I know how to keep secrets"
"Even for Tooney?" you asked while arching an amused eyebrow.
You met the energetic Englishman recently, when she came to London for an interview and took the opportunity to attend a match of Alessia.
"Even for Tooney" laughed Alessia gently shoving you with a shoulder.
You laughed too and you both went back to your respective phones, but in truth Alessia’s remark began to spin in your brain.
"Thanks"
Is all you added before you letting your head on her shoulder. Alessia responded by tapping you on the top of it, without taking her phone out of her eyes. And that was enough.
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"Your tattoo is amazing!"
Katie’s exclamation makes you turn in her direction and you smile timidly when you see her watching your back carefully.
"Thank you?" you whisper in response.
Even if you prefer showering at home, this is not the first time you change in front of your teammates. So you don't know it Katie have never dared to ask you about it or if they have never really make attention the tattoo you have on your back. Yet it’s hard to miss. Drawn on all your right shoulder blade, it goes down to the hollow of your hips and shows up to your right shoulder.
"Wow, invite the girl on a date before" jokes Manuela when Katie advances towards you, without detaching her eyes from your back, her head slightly tilting on the side to have a better view.
"Sorry, I already put an option on it!" Caitlin exclaims at the back of the locker room, causing a general laugh.
Katie rolls her eyes, but you realize that she has been joined by Lia and Leah, all three of them carefully observing your tattoo. Your gaze lingers on Leah, who seems to resist as much as possible her desire to come and look closer. She stands behind Lia and when your eyes cross she silently observes you for long seconds before shifting her attention to your back.
"Sorry about the invasion" Lia smiles gently.
"It makes me think of a painting" Leah thoughtfully made next to her.
"By Van Gogh yes. The Starry Night. It was my grandfather’s favorite painting. Well, it’s a modified version obviously, but the inspiration is there"
The surprised look of Leah doesn't escape you. Lia is watching you silently and next to you Katie and Manuela have started a conversation about tattoos. As for Alessia, she finally emerges from the shower after her eternal routine of care.
"Do you like painting?" Leah asks carefully, looking at you with the same apprehension as if your gaze could ignite her alive.
"My grandfather was a painter, not very well known but he introduced me to this world" you answer by shrugging your shoulders.
"What she paints is incredible. She has a room dedicated to this at home, behind her bedroom" Alessia intervenes.
You turn in her direction, frowning. It's a part of you that you don't really want to share with everyone, fearing their jugement. You don't think you're a great painter, but you like painting. It's sort your mind. Your glance is quickly captured by your friend.
"What? It’s true" she mumbles, shrugging.
You roll your eyes and turn around to finish dressing, putting on a t-shirt and a sweatshirt to accompany your ripped jeans. The little troop that surrounded you has dissipated, but Leah’s gaze remains thoughtfully on you. You cross it when you glance in her direction and you blush slightly.
The effect that woman has on you… It might be a good idea to talk to someone about it again instead of thinking desperately about her every night before you fall asleep.
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lexawoah13 · 1 month
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Awakened Desires
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You voted and drunk Soobin unable to resist eating you out won so here it is! Let me know what else you wanna see
Summary: After a drunken night out with your long time crush and best friend Choi Soobin you crash at his place. Little do you know he feels the same way about you. And when he sees you passed out on his bed in his shirt and no pants, he doesn’t know if he can resist anymore.
Soobin x afab reader
Warnings: smut, oral(f receiving), noncon(your asleep), slight somnophilia, wet dreams, sex dream, drunk oral
*Let me know if I missed anything*
Soobin exits the bathroom, hair wet, towel around his waist. Entering his room and looking up from the floor as he’s drying his hair with the towel around his neck, he’s met with your plump rear. You're asleep on your stomach, hands under your pillow with your head to the side. One of your legs is bent, bringing it higher towards your waist. Your pussy is on display between your spread thighs. Only covered by the tiny thin fabric of your thong.
Fuck. Soobin swallows hard, unable to break his eye contact with your core.
Why… why isn’t she wearing pants? On my bed? Is she asleep? Walking over to see your state, noticing yours out cold.
Intrusive thoughts surround his brain as he makes his way back to the end of the bed.
One look won’t hurt. Right? Fuck her ass is so nice. Wonder how soft it is? I should have my face buried in between her cheeks is what I should be doing. What I would do to taste her. I bet she tastes like heaven.
Subconsciously making his way closer and closer to you. Reaching out to touch you softly. Testing the waters as he traces his fingers gently up your thighs. A small tremble runs through you as they gently shake.
Fuckkk. Is that nice? Getting a little braver he runs his fingers higher to the tops of your thighs, running them back down on the inside. A small whine leaves your parted lips, and you wiggle into his touch.
She likes this. Good. Let me touch you, baby. Please Let me feel you for once. Christ I just wanna touch you once. He fully grabs your ass, massaging and spreading your cheeks to see your core even better.
Fuck you’re so perfect, baby. So so pretty. Wanna see your pretty pussy too. Wanna taste you.
Soobin’s desire is starting to take over. He’s rock hard as he touches you unknowingly. He knows it’s wrong. But with every sound you make, makes him crave more. Laying down between your legs, he’s eye level with your pussy. Drooling at the prospect of tasting you.
Did you plan this? Only wearing this and putting yourself fully on display for me y/n? Fuck I hope so.
Rubbing his thumb in a long swipe along your labia.
Fucking hell baby youre wet. Did I do this? Are you wet for me? Feeling your slick through the thin fabric of your underwear. Pushing lightly over your opening, making you moan. He pulls away scared you’ll wake up. Wiggling at the loss of contact.
‘Fuck’ he breathes out replacing his thumb, rubbing up and down. You spread your legs further apart to allow him in as he starts rubbing your clit. Heavy breathing and soft moans leave your lips. Unconsciously lifting your hips to feel more pleasure.
Fucking hell you really like it huh? What if I just.. Soobin hooks a finger under your thong and pushes it to the side. Revealing your core to him. Sticky with your slick he can’t help but groan at the sight. He’s pictured your pussy so many times but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
So pretty. Want to taste you so bad baby. Rubbing his thumb against your bare lips now, feeling how wet you truly were. Oh fuck you’re so wet. Need it. Need you so bad y/n. Your moans grow louder now, thinking you're having the wet dream of your life. It feels so real. Lifting your hips again to ask for more.
Look at you, showing yourself to me like that. You want it too, God, I hope you do. I want you so bad y/n. Can’t help it. Soobin brings his face closer to your burning center, aching for more. Thinking for a second before one final wiggle makes him cave, diving in to taste your sweet slick.
He moans into you, the vibrations making you arch your back in pleasure. Tastes so good. Fuck. Soobin starts thrusting against the bed. Unable to hold back from how good this is. I wish you were awake. God, I wanna see you underneath me. See what pretty faces you make. Wish you’d let me.
Soobin devours you, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Focusing on your clit, sucking and licking around the swollen bud. Starting to stir you from your sleep. The sensations are overwhelming for a dream. Still in the light grasp of sleep, you turn yourself over, giving him more access to you.
Gonna make you come. Fuck you’re so perfect. Just wanna see all of you. He slowly pushes his shirt up your torso.
wanna see them
until he finally reaches your breasts, pulling the fabric above them. Your nipples are hard, making him hold his breath as he stares at them.
"Why are you so fucking perfect?" he says under his breath.
Feeling the chill hit your skin you arch your back again, looking for the warmth that was touching you moments ago. Soobin took it as a sign. Moving his hand between your legs again he moved the fabric to the side, rubbing your clit as he lowered his head to take your pink, hardened nipple in his mouth. Running his tongue around it, your back lifts higher off the bed. A soft ‘more’ is whispered from your lips. He pops off of that breast just to attach himself to the other. Sucking harder and dragging his teeth along it, speeding up his movements on your clit.
“UggghhHh fuck… Binnie” you whisper softly
Soobin immediately stops, staring at your face, frozen in fear of being caught. But, your eyes are still shut, and you don’t seem awake.
The fuck? How does she know it’s me?
“Binnee” you whine louder “Don’t stop pleasee- need you” Your hips moving on their own searching for release.
HOLY FUCK IS SHE HAVING A WET DREAM ABOUT ME!?
Soobin’s cock twitches, blood rushing to his length making him harder. Moving his fingers towards your hole, Soobin presses against it without entering you, leaning up to your ear and quietly asking in his deep voice “What do you want baby? Tell me”
His warm breath against your neck awakens your senses more.
“Wanna comeee” you groggily whine
“Yeah? Wanna come on my tongue pretty girl?” Rubbing light circles on your clit.
“Please! Please Binnie let me” Your eyes start to open, waking from your slumber.
This feels too real to be a dream. Fuck what is wrong with me?!
Soobin slowly crawls back down your body, leaving wet kisses in his trail to resume his work on your needy cunt. Unknowing that you’re slowly regaining your consciousness. “Then cum for me Y/N” giving his permission before lapping at your clit once again, thrusting his middle and ring fingers into your dripping hole.
Your eyes shoot open and your back arches high from his bed. Your saccharine moans bouncing off his bedroom walls shoot straight through him as he grinds down on his sheets harder. You reach down and grab his hair, when the reality of the situation sinks in. Looking down at the soft dark locks of the man you’ve been in love with, devouring you whole
It wasn’t a fucking dream!? He’s actually doing this?
“CumMING” you barely get the word out before your legs stiffen around Soobin’s head, pulling his hair and clenching around his fingers as your cum coats his face.
You had never come that hard before and your body was vibrating.
What in the actual fuck just happened? Did he really just… WAIT DOES HE WANT ME!? I mean he must be right? He just gave me head while I was sleeping? THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!? Should I keep-
“That’s a good girl” Soobin coos, licking his lips of your remains essence “good bunny” leaving a feather light kiss on the apex of your slit, right above your throbbing clit. “Wish you were awake though” he whispers to himself.
“I am” you say, sitting up and pulling him into a deep lustful kiss.
Soobin’s eyes nearly pop out of his head at your action. Quickly giving into you and opening his mouth to your kiss. Until he realizes what is happening and pulls you off to apologize to you.
“Y/N I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have-“
“Shut up!” You cover his mouth to stop him
“It’s my turn now”
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desirehorizon · 4 months
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GAME OVER
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He refused to lose no nut november, and he was just managing to scrape by. Of course, that is, until a little birdie let him know about your onlyfans account.
! - mingi x fem!reader
!! - smut
!!! - 1149 words
!!!! - porn consumption, masturbating (m + f), camgirl!reader, use of toys, edging, overstimulation (m)
NET : @cultofdionysusnet
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Mingi let out a frustrated huff as his screen filled with red, ruffling his hair as he put his controller down at his desk. He'd been fixated on a new game since the month started, doing anything and everything to keep himself from the inevitable. The longer the month went on, the closer he came to breaking point, and practically just looking at a pretty girl had him fit to burst. He felt pathetic, completely unable to control himself, but it was this feeling that kept him going.
He would not be beaten in this game.
Just as he was about to restart the level he'd failed, his phone vibrated on the desk. He could no longer keep it in his front pocket as he was accustomed to, he'd had a close call two or three days ago. Probably his lowest point of the month.
Shuddering with the memory, Mingi turned his phone over and opened the messages. Three more had come through since the first, courtesy of one Jung Wooyoung's frantic typing.
WOO WOO 🚨: MINGIIIIIIII
WOO WOO 🚨: YORUE NOT GONNA FUCKIN BELIEVE THID
WOO WOO 🚨: YK Y/N ?????
WOO WOO 🚨: I FOUND HER FUCKIN OF 😭😭
Mingi furrowed his eyebrows, typing back quickly.
Min 🐺 : of ???
WOO WOO 🚨: An onlyfans you idiot
WOO WOO 🚨: you ain't got a search engine in that big ass game setup?
Min 🐺: Shut up
WOO WOO 🚨: yeah wtv wtv anyways
Mingi rolled his eyes, about to close the chat and get back to business when the next message came through. It was a link, the supposed link to your onlyfans.
WOO WOO 🚨: you're welcome pookie pie
Min 🐺: I have so many questions???
Min 🐺: one why are you on onlyfans during november
WOO WOO 🚨: it's no nut november not celibacy November
Min 🐺: okay fairs
Min 🐺: two how did you find her account ??
WOO WOO 🚨: a magician never reveals his secrets
WOO WOO 🚨: enjoy lover boy, gimme a review after <33
Min 🐺: you're disgusting
Turning off his phone, mingi shook his head in shock. He didn't even know what to believe. He had been crushing on you for the better part of a year now, attracted to your confident and outgoing nature. You knew what you wanted, and you ensured you got it. Mingi just wished he was on the list of things you desired, he definitely would make it worth your time.
God, he'd do anything to satisfy you. Fill you up nice n' good just like you deserve.
He groaned as yet another wave of need hit him head on, his cock twitching. Currently, he was regretting both the jeans he chose to wear and not putting his phone on do not disturb. His strength was wavering, and his resilience was wearing thin.
As he glanced at his phone once more, Mingi gulped at what it contained. Fucking hell, he was gonna kill Wooyoung, he knew that bastard was trying to make him lose. The whole group had placed bets on who'd drop out first, and the majority had voted between him and Mingi. He was trying to prove himself, even if it meant via dirty tactics.
He did however, have a point. It wasn't celibacy November.
Gritting his teeth, Mingi made the split-second decision to reopen their conversation, tapping the link before his common sense could return. He quickly subscribed to your onlyfans, and sure enough, his screen was soon filled with you.
Explicit, lewd pictures of you, all for him to enjoy. And a few pictures down, a singular video.
Tapping on it, your face was clearly in shot as you produced a vibrator, smirking at the camera as you spat on it, coating it before lowering it to your drenched core. Your beautiful thighs, thighs he loved to stare at in awe, were parted and quivering slightly as the foreign object slowly pushed into you. Your lip was tugged between your teeth, eyes squeezed closed with pleasure and pain simultaneously running through your body. When it was finally in place, your hand grasped the remote, toying with the buttons for a second before finally turning it on. An airy moan left your lips, free hand now gripping the sheets.
Mingi could do nothing but stare at his phone in wonder, jaw dropped as your sounds poured out of the speakers. If he'd been in a saner state of mind, he might've watched on his pc, but he was too far gone for that. So he sat there, hunched over and fixated on his screen, cock so hard it was torture, unable to do anything other than whine quietly. It was almost as if he was entranced by the way your bare chest heaved as you panted, skin glowing in the dim lighting.
Glistening slick began to dribble down as you amped up the intensity, hair becoming damp with sweat as you clawed at the sheet underneath you.
"S-shit, feels so fuckin' good!"
Your voice dripped with desire as mingi groaned, hands now mirroring yours as he grasped at his jeans' fabric. This shifted the material up however, drawing a whine from the back of his throat. Unable to contain himself any longer, he quickly unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to his ankles.
His cock was well-defined under his boxers, and sprung up almost with ferocity when he pulled them down. Precum coated the tip which was already pitifully red with need.
"Oh f-fuckkk, fuck fuck fuck!"
His fist wrapped around his cock as your hips began to shudder, dangerously close. You let yourself fall back onto the bed, putting the intensity on the highest setting before letting out a cry. You shook as you squirted everywhere, some even landing on the camera lens as the vibrator fucked you through your orgasm.
"Oh my goddddd-!"
It only took Mingi a few pumps and pitiful moans before his own cum spurted on his torso, a relieved groan falling from his pretty lips. Long ropes that should've been deep inside you now covered him, and he shook with sensitivity as he kept pumping himself. Soon enough, he came again, this time nearly seeing white with such proximity to his previous orgasm.
His breathing was quick as he slowly opened his eyes, only now just realising he'd closed them when confronted with such blinding pleasure.
"Enjoy the show, Mingi? Wooyoung says hi and you suck."
When you giggled and waved at the camera, Mingi felt his stomach drop with horror. You blew a kiss and ruffled your hair before leaning forward to turn it off, intentionally pushing your tits into the lens while you did so. The screen cut to black and Mingi seethed.
That rotten bastard had gone to a new low, and deep down Mingi couldn't have been more grateful.
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spicebowl · 2 years
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see the thing rightwingers dont get is youre not fighting to protect THEIR right to be a catboy, youre fighting for YOUR right to be a catboy
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floralcyanide · 8 days
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ᴡᴀʟᴋ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ — ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ
callum turner x afab!reader (nsfw)
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You and Callum are camp counselors. Both of you are up to no good one night and share an intimate moment.
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✣ warnings: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, sex in a lake, cigarette smoking, female anatomy described, nipple play, semi-public sex, fingering
✣ word count: 1.7k (idk how it came out so short)
✣ author’s note: thanks to a friend for the camp counselor idea and making me feel things lol and thanks for all the votes for this fic! I enjoyed writing it.
masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune
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“Have you ever smoked a cigarette before?”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Want one?”
You stare at the cigarette in Callum’s outstretched hand, hesitant to take it. Your legs stop swinging on the dock where you’re perched next to the tall boy, your hand reaching out to take the cigarette from his fingers. You stick it between your lips, silently asking with your eyes, “Is this how I do it?” He nods encouragingly, sliding a match across its box and cupping the end of the cigarette with his hand before lighting it. The action alone sends butterflies raging in your stomach. You puff the cigarette, inhaling slowly so you don’t cough. Exhaling, tendrils of smoke leave your lips, and Callum watches in awe.
“You hit that like you’ve been smoking all your life,” Callum chuckles as you pull the cigarette from your mouth and offer it to him.
“Nah,” he says, “it’s all yours.”
The two of you are counselors at the summer camp outside your city and definitely were not allowed to smoke while on the campgrounds. You also weren’t supposed to be out past curfew. But the thrill of being caught is what gets to you. Callum just does it because his pretty face can get him out of any trouble. You stare out at the lake that seems to go on forever in a black abyss to the horizon. Callum bumps his knee into yours as you finish the cigarette, somehow managing not to cough too terribly much.
“Wanna skinny dip?” Callum suddenly asks, a giddy smile on his face.
“What? Are you delusional?” you laugh, putting out the cigarette on the wooden dock.
“Maybe,” he shrugs.
You search his eyes for any signs of him joking but see none.
“You’re serious?” you ask, looking around to ensure no one is listening.
“Deathly.”
You stare at each other momentarily before bursting into a quiet fit of giggles. 
“Fine, but we gotta be quiet.”
You’re glad it’s dark so Callum can’t see the full extent of your body. But also disappointed that it’s dark because you can’t see Callum without his clothes, as much as you’d like to. Ever since the first day of orientation for counseling, you’ve been unable to keep your eyes off him. He seems to feel the same as you but less subtle. Callum has done nothing but flirt with you during the first two weeks of camp. Not that you mind, of course. But skinny dipping in the lake past curfew seems like a full-fledged affair. 
Callum rips his shirt over his head, tossing it where his shoes sit neatly by the dock entrance. He then stands to discard his pants, and you watch in silence, unable to move as you drink in what you can see of Callum in the moonlight. You realize you’re staring and hurry to remove your own clothes, but you're hesitant to take off your underwear until Callum does. You avert your eyes quickly as he does so. You aren’t that experienced in seeing the male physique naked, given you’ve not had much experience with sex in general. Sure, you’ve given a blowjob here and there, but nothing past that. Maybe Callum's flirting is just for fun, and he isn’t expecting anything. Not that you’d say no to him starting something, though. After all, why not? He’s cute, polite, great with the kids, and isn’t bad to look at.
Your thoughts are interrupted when Callum slides off the dock and smoothly into the water. He surfaces after submerging himself fully, swiping his hair from his forehead.
“Coming?” Callum grins, wriggling his eyebrows.
“Yeah, but don’t look,” you say shyly, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.
Callum closes his eyes but, unbeknownst to you, peeks through one of his eyes to watch you shimmy out of your underwear. He hurries to close it back when he sees you slip into the lake. The water is comfortable as the sun had warmed it earlier in the day. You swim over to where Callum is, stifling a laugh as he pumps his fist in the air at you, joining him.
“Never would’ve thought that little ol’ you would be skinny dipping,” Callum shakes his head, tutting at you.
“Well, I definitely wouldn’t do it with anyone else,” you say honestly, and Callum smiles softly at you.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Callum sinks lower into the water until his chin is just above the surface.
You copy him, your eyes locked on his. Callum reaches out and tucks some hair behind your ear, the gesture sending chills through you despite the warmth of the lake. He swims closer to you, his legs nearly kicking against yours.
“Can I ask you something?” 
“Sure,” you say.
“Would it make things weird if I kissed you?” Callum asks, his eyes flickering to your lips.
“No,” you shake your head, “I don’t think it would.”
Callum lifts a hand from the water to cup your cheek, the moonlight shining in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you. You let your eyes flutter shut as his lips press to yours, those butterflies from earlier returning. Both of you aren’t too far out in the water, so you can easily plant your feet on the bottom to anchor yourselves. Callum snakes a hand to your waist, his fingers gripping your skin slightly. He takes advantage of being near the shallows so he can pull you close to him without worrying about sinking. Callum deepens the kiss by catching you off guard and letting his tongue sneak into your mouth. One of your hands finds the back of his hair, water dripping onto his neck and your fingers. His hand slides up your side, his thumb brushing over your breast, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.
“Is this okay?” Callum asks, pulling away but barely parted from your lips. 
“Yeah, I just,” you bite your bottom lip, “I’ve never…” you trail off nervously.
“Never?” Callum raises his eyebrows, “A pretty thing like you?”
Your ears burn as you glance down awkwardly, “Never.”
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to. I wouldn’t want to take your virginity in a murky lake,” Callum snorts.
“Even if you did, I wouldn’t care where it was. I like you, Cal.”
Callum flashes a smile at you, “I like you too.”
“You can do as you please. I don’t mind,” you say, “It’s about time, anyway. I’m not getting any younger.”
Callum chuckles at your last comment before grasping your breast under the water, letting his thumb wander over your nipple again, “Don’t worry, I’ll be slow with it.”
You shudder as Callum does it again, leaning in to kiss you once more as he teases you. He moves from your lips to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses there as he plays with your breasts, eliciting soft moans from you. You hope you don’t get caught. You brush that out of your mind as you let your hand move to Callum’s length, slowly pumping it until it hardens. He groans into your skin, kissing your shoulder gently. He lets his focus move from your upper body to your lower body, his fingers tracing your clit with softness. You move close to Callum until you’re against his chest for leverage, letting him play with you. He slips a finger inside you, your eagerness allowing it to go in without much struggle. Callum uses his thumb to swipe your clit as he adds another finger, curling them inside you and stretching you out deliciously. You bury your face in his neck, whimpering at the warmth spreading in your belly. Callum can feel you clenching around his fingers, noting you’re ready for him.
“Let me know if I need to stop,” Callum whispers in your ear, nipping the skin of your lobe as he lines himself up with your entrance.
You wrap your legs around his waist, and your arms are around his shoulders as he slowly pushes himself into you. It comes with some resistance as you’ve never had anything inside of you before, so Callum allows you to take deep breaths and relax before pushing anymore. He cards his fingers through your hair, encouraging and telling you how good you’re doing. It makes you take him easier, your cunt swallowing him nearly whole. Callum finally bottoms out, letting himself feel you around him for a second before pulling out slightly. He thrusts back in steadily, careful not to be too rough. After adjusting, you allow Callum to start fucking you properly, and you’re honestly shocked you didn’t do this sooner.
“Fuck,” you screw your eyes shut, gasping as Callum hits your g spot with a particularly harsh thrust.
“Just like that,” Callum says as your walls suck him in, “Doing so good, love.”
Your fingernails dig into his back as you bounce on Callum’s cock, him bucking his hips into you simultaneously. Callum takes advantage of your breasts being near his face as he clasps onto one of your hardened nipples, flicking it with his tongue and sending waves of electricity through you. Everything is clouding your head with pleasure as you feel yourself growing close. Callum grips your hips, his fingertips boring into your skin as he feels himself growing close, too.
“You can cum inside me,” you say in Callum’s ear, and he curses under his breath at that.
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.”
Callum plummets his hips against your thighs as you move yours in fluid motions, feeling him at every angle. He nudges your clit with his thumb again, and you tumble over the edge, clenching harshly around Callum’s length. The feeling of your cunt squeezing him and the filthy sounds you’re making in his ear make him cum without warning. You feel his warmth inside you as he shudders against your neck, leaving soft kisses along it.
“You did great,” Callum says, slowly pulling out of you.
You catch your breath, glancing around to see if anyone is nearby. Thankfully, you’re still alone, “That was amazing.”
“I’m glad,” Callum says.
“Let’s get out, I’m getting all pruney,” you cringe.
Callum laughs and agrees before realizing something. 
“Didn’t think to bring towels,” he sighs.
“Race you to the showers, then?” you grin as the two of you climb back onto the dock.
“Get ready to be beaten.”
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lukesaprince · 12 days
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Rich Part 20
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Summary: Neighbour/Older!Harry. Mission: 'have a normal relationship' starts with a disagreement and a night out with friends.
Warning: therapy, brief mention of death/grief, mention of daddy!kink, choking... I think that's it? 😅 
Word count: 12k+
Author's note: it's been a while... again but she's finally here. The vote I put out a couple of days ago determined the ending of this chapter so the cliffhanger is basically you guys' fault but you didn't hear it from me. ANYWAY enjoy love you lots 😚
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“God y’so tight, baby.” Harry hissed from above you.
You could only whine in response. His touch was everywhere. Your back, your chest, your core, all the way down to your tense calves. His weight was pressed on your hips, holding you into the bed while his hands worked their magic anywhere there was a tight spot. And there wasn’t just one. 
“What have you been up to? Seriously. Is there another man?”
“Oh yeah.” You snorted, pressing your cheek into the mattress so your words weren’t muffled by the bedding anymore. Your brows knotted together as you spoke through a heavy breath, trying so hard not to make another noise of pain. “Me and my computer have been through some wild times. Fucked me up so good I can’t breathe.”
“That’s not funny.” He tutted, kneading his palms into your mid back in a way that had you groaning. “Your back is really bad, y/n. It shouldn’t be this bad for someone your age.”
“You can stop if it’s such an inconvenience.” You bit back with far more attitude than warranted for. 
“It’s not an inconvenience.” He sighed, your attitude sparking something in him. A need to correct it and a churn in his stomach that told him something was wrong. You had been a little… snappy the last couple of days. He was worried that he had done something, or that something had happened to you. There was the obvious phone call but you assured him you were okay about it. And he didn’t lie. He promised you he wouldn’t and he stuck by that. 
“I’m worried for you. You’re always sitting with bad posture. Your bed isn’t a good place to study, love. Maybe we need to invest in a different chair for your table.”
It was such a dad thing to say and while you appreciated the worry, it was the last thing you wanted to speak about. Mostly because you were fine with your current situation and you didn’t really need Harry rearranging your place. 
“Yeah, maybe.” 
Harry didn’t like your silence. You were a quiet thing when he first met you but you weren’t like that anymore. You always had something to say or comment on, or show him on social media. You couldn’t keep quiet even during shows and movies and yet it felt like you didn’t have anything to say to him. 
He hated it. 
“Is everything alright?” He asked the question softly, unable to hold back from asking. Harry knew a massage wasn’t the best time to ask you about your feelings, but it had been eating at him. 
He was still working on the knots in your back like he had trained his entire life for it. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that Harry was good at giving massages considering his hands were good for many things that you already had the pleasure of experiencing. 
It wasn’t a particularly enjoyable experience. Some spots felt good to work on and others where you were glad you were pressed to the bed because the ache was so bad you wanted to crawl out of your own skin. 
You spent days and nights on your computer and most of the time it was in bed or on an uncomfortable chair so your body was suffering terribly. It was one of the reasons why you were barely dressed and being massaged on Harry’s bed rather than stuffed full of dick to finally christen the bed after sleeping together again. 
The other reason was that you were still thinking about that phone call. You had been thinking about it non-stop over the last couple of days since you saw him and the more you thought about it, the more it bugged you. It just hadn’t left your brain and you were trying so hard, so fucking hard to just be okay with him not wanting to tell you something. 
Everyone was allowed to keep things to themselves. You did. You certainly didn’t share every thought and feeling with Harry, or anyone really, but you also didn’t feel like you had any problems or secrets that he might need to know about. You didn’t have secret phone calls or hidden text messages, nor did you blatantly say that you didn’t want to tell him something.
While a suspicious phone call had only happened once and since then there was nothing out of the ordinary, you couldn’t help but feel lied to. You went over it in your head time and time again, trying to think of what it could be or why he wouldn’t want to tell you and every situation felt catastrophic. 
It was this endless cycle of trying to figure out what that call was about and trying to make yourself be okay with it. But you couldn’t. No matter how hard you tried, there was this voice in the back of your head screaming at you to take this as a red flag, as a sign of him keeping things from you or not really changing as much as you thought he did.
You thought you trusted him again, that you already processed what happened and had been able to rebuild your trust and affection for him again while you two explored your relationship. But maybe it wasn’t as clear-cut as you thought it would be. 
Maybe the other shoe hadn’t dropped yet. 
“I think the answer is obvious.” You groaned, digging your fingers into the bedding to ground you. He wasn’t going particularly hard but it hurt like nothing else. 
“No, I mean… is there something else bothering you? You’ve been a bit quiet recently, that’s all.” 
You didn’t reply right away, but you also didn’t want to seem like something was wrong. Even with these ill feelings… you didn’t want to jump the gun. You wanted to give him a chance to explain things when he was ready. It was clearly family related so you wanted to respect that maybe it was too private for you to know about. 
Still… you two loved each other. Why wouldn’t he trust you? He knew practically everything about your family and you still felt like you hardly knew anything aside from basic surface information about his. 
“I’m just really tired. It’s been a long week.” You sighed. 
Harry didn’t want to admit it but he didn’t believe your response. 
“It’s okay. I understand.” He replied, smoothing his hands over your back. “Do you want me to continue?” 
“No. It’s okay.” You propped yourself up on your elbows and turned your face to look back at him. His eyes connected to yours and you felt your heart pang in your chest. There was so much uncertainty behind love in his gaze. You had a feeling he was seeing through your lies. 
Harry was quick to swing his leg back over your hips so you could move. When you were free you held your arm to your chest and placed your spare hand on his cheek so you could sit up and kiss him. “Thank you, H.” 
He smiled softly, “you’re welcome, darling.” He searched your eyes for a moment and grabbed the hand towel beside you to wipe his hands clean of the massage lotion he was using on you. “I love you. You know that right?”
“Of course I do.” You grabbed your t-shirt and slipped it back on, feeling your body ache with every movement. 
“And you can tell me when something is wrong. When I’ve done something wrong. You know that too right?”
He swore he could see your eyes crack for a second, but you hid it with that gorgeous smile of yours while you untucked your hair from the back of your shirt and grabbed his face with both hands. “Always.” You kissed him again softly, “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Harry smiled. “Let me go wash my hands then we can watch something. Yeah? Archie, you can come back up now.” He looked over at the big fluff laying on his dog bed on the floor who immediately jumped up to join you on the bed. 
“My son!” you exclaimed, your mood immediately lifting as your arms widened to embrace him. He lept into them, completely ignoring Harry getting up while pushing you back onto the bed and licking you all over your face. His tail was wagging an obscene amount and you couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. 
Harry smiled at the sight and disappeared into his bathroom to wash his hands. He returned a moment later to find you in the exact same position, except with Archie flat on top of you. Archie was a big boy and all Harry could see beneath the fur was your arms wrapped around him, your legs and your face peeking over Archie’s shoulder. 
“Always stealing my damn woman.” Harry tutted, climbing back onto the bed before running his fingers through the back of Archie’s head. 
“You’re gonna have to put on the show, H. I’m trapped.” You let out an exasperated sigh and looked at him with a grin while Archie’s tail wagged erratically. The stink knew you were talking about him. 
“Sometimes I think he’s trying to steal you on purpose. Damn cockblocker” Harry muttered, smirking at the way you rolled your eyes. He grabbed the remote from his bedside table and switched to Netflix. 
“I think my back is the cockblock tonight.” And your anxious feelings. “With the way you toss me around, I think you’d undo all the good work you’ve done tonight.” 
“Darling you know damn well that I can move your body however I want and make it feel fucking fantastic.” He flashed you a glance that almost challenged you to take him up on your claim. To finally christen his bed. The same bed he tied you up on, spanked you on, made you squirt and beg… where he took your anal virginity. Where you called him Daddy… 
But you couldn’t exactly force yourself to get in the mood. 
“I think your humility is my favourite quality of yours.” You rolled your eyes which earnt a pinch on your thigh in reprimand. Archie jerked at the way your thigh tensed at the bite of pain and was quick to bark at Harry. “See. Even Archie agrees.”
“You’re lucky I love you.” He remarked. You grinned and puckered your lips, making kissing noises until he leaned over you to give you a peck. 
“No, you’re lucky. It’s two against one now Harry and you know Archie will always take my side.”
Harry just laughed and played the show, shuffling down so you two were sharing the pillow and he was close to you. You loved spending time together like this. Just you two (and Archie) in your little bubble where you could relax and just exist in the same space and be happy. 
Your legs were intertwined as one and Archie was happy as anything using you as a bed. It was perfect. Until Harry had to talk about a topic that just ruined the vibe. 
“Can I ask you something?” Harry asked after a bit of quiet. You hummed a yes in reply. “Are you ready to tell your parents about us?” 
You froze at the question and looked at him. His expression was soft, but you could see the weight behind his question. You were ready, before that damn phone call. You wanted to be out in the open and just live like a normal couple. Sure you were nervous for your parents’ reaction, but you were sure about your relationship and you were ready to fight for it and try and smooth things over if they had an adverse reaction.
But now you had these doubts and worries that there was something major that Harry was keeping from you and you weren’t really sure. You were sure about your relationship; that hadn’t changed. But you weren’t sure if you were ready to fight to defend him just yet if there was this big secret looming over your shoulders.
You felt a little sensitive about it, maybe too sensitive considering he told you he wasn’t ready to speak about it, not that he would never tell you. But you couldn’t help how you felt and how uneasy it was to know he was hiding something from you. Kinda like when someone started a sentence with ‘no offense’. It didn’t really make anyone feel better. 
Your parents had every right to disagree with your relationship and while deep down you knew they’d never disown you and it wouldn’t get that far, the reality was that you needed to ask yourself if Harry was worth it.
It was a question you had asked yourself over and over and thought long and hard about and something you already answered and came to terms with when you two started dating. If the answer was anything but an unequivocal yes you never would’ve given him a second chance. 
That answer hadn’t changed and the moment that answer became no was the moment you knew there was a serious problem. But you still weren’t ready just yet. You thought you were, but that phone call shook you up more than you would’ve liked.
“I don’t know if I am.” You replied softly.
Harry was a little shocked at your reply and his usual ability to hide how he was feeling seemed to disappear. Things had been going so well with you two that it felt like the obvious next step and it felt right. He thought that after being together with friends, your family was the next step. It had always been what you wanted and what you talked about.
And now that he directly asked you, you said no?
“Okay…” he cleared his throat and sat up straight in the bed. “Can I ask why?”
“I guess I just want our friends to be good with us first, that’s all.” You didn’t really want to share your concerns about the phone call. It was still so fresh and you wanted to at least give him the benefit of the doubt and a chance to tell you about it himself. “You always said that it would be good like that. So they could support us if it didn’t go very well.”
“I did say that and I know I said I wanted to go at your pace, but I also don’t want to be living in secret forever.” There was a heavy undertone in his voice and you weren’t really sure where it was coming from. “You can’t even stay tonight because your parents think you’re at Lucy’s. I have to drop you off at her place so no one will see your car. It’s a bit ridiculous.”
You could sense the shift in the conversation and his tone. He was getting a bit defensive and it felt unwarranted given how he had always put the decision to you. Now at the first proper time he’s checked in to see how you’re feeling about it, he turns around and says it’s ridiculous?
“I know it’s ridiculous.” You sighed, sitting up so Archie was forced to get off you. Once you were free you crossed your legs and faced Harry properly. “But we both knew this was what it was going to be like. It won’t be like this forever.”
“I want it to be on your terms y/n, I do, and I’m not saying I won’t be patient. But do you not find it frustrating?” 
You found his accusation a little irritating, but you also understood it. This was the first time you two were properly talking about it and it was frustrating. But you didn’t find it as bad as Harry seemed to. Yeah, you would’ve liked to be able to do things near your childhood home, but you were happy with the little life you two were building. 
You understood the inconvenience though. Though he said the distance wasn’t a problem for him, you felt bad that he was always driving and you couldn’t return the favor as often. 
“I do.” You sighed, “We can barely spend time here because of it. You constantly have to find someone to take care of Archie and I know you hate leaving him overnight. And you always have to drive to me. I get it.”
“It’s not about the driving, y/n. It’s the fact that I can’t walk out of my house with you without pretending you’re just stopping by to see my dog. Or that we can’t do things around here without planning a secondary meeting point. I want your presence all over my house and my life but we’re constantly in a time crunch.”
He was starting to get accusatory now. Harry didn’t mean it in that way and he was trying to keep his frustrations at bay because he wasn’t upset at you. He respected that you weren’t ready but it was still a frustrating situation. 
“I know. But we get that all the time at my place. We can be a normal couple there and do whatever we want. Isn’t that enough for now?” 
“Yes…” he sighed, running his hand through his hair. “No, yeah you’re right. You’re right. What we have is the best it can be given the circumstances.”
Something about the way he phrased that irked you and you couldn’t explain why. The best it can be given the circumstances. You were happy with how things were and how they were progressing. You were still taking your time which is what you wanted and what Harry claimed to want too. But you almost felt like he was getting comfortable. Too comfortable where he was almost forgetting how deeply he hurt you. 
And barely a week after he told you he fucking loved you. 
There was a… a tiny sliver in your brain that told you he was just waiting to sleep with you again to somehow fuck things up so you’d break up with him. That he liked the sex but the rest was too much for him. That he… told you he loved you just to convince you this was real. 
You didn’t believe it. Not when you saw and believed how earnest he was and how important the gesture of his pearl necklace was to you and him. But the doubt was still there. The tiny sliver of doubt. 
“You’re right. Given the circumstances where you broke my trust and lied to me constantly, I think we have the best it can be.” You grabbed your drink bottle from the bedside table then got off the bed and started to walk out of the room.
“God. Fuck.” Harry cursed, “Y/n, I didn’t mean…” He was quick to get up and follow you, fearing that he suddenly fucked up the entire conversation. He didn’t want you to leave. “Baby, don’t leave.” He called after you, practically running down the stairs to catch up.
“I’m not leaving. I’m filling up my drink bottle.” You replied simply, barely looking at him over your shoulder.
“I think about what I did to you every fucking day, y/n.” He stressed, following you into the kitchen. “Every day.”
“I believe you.” You shrugged while heading into his walk-in pantry where the fridge was. 
Harry felt like his whole world was about to explode. Expressing his frustrations turned into him shoving his foot in his mouth and fucking everything up. And now… now it was like you were revealing all these hidden feelings you had towards him. He could read it in your body language and the way you walked away from him.
In hindsight, he should’ve just left the conversation about your parents at your first response. He should’ve just bulshitted some reply about how he understood when in reality he was frustrated by the entire thing. But he couldn’t do that. Not when his frustrations went far deeper than having to find a dogsitter for Archie (i.e. his son) because you couldn’t spend the night at his house.
Harry could feel the apprehension in the air. It lingered like stale cigarette smoke or the heavy aftermath of a humid day. You were starting to doubt the relationship or him or everything or-well he didn’t fucking know. But he knew something was going on. It was why he asked you during your massage and why he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.
Something was wrong and you weren’t telling him and he just wanted to shake you and force the words out of your mouth.
“Do you?” You could feel his eyes focused right on you from where he stood in the doorway, practically trapping you in the small space.  “I can read you, y/n. I can tell you don’t.”
“Harry, I do believe you.” You sighed, setting your drink bottle down on the bench before crossing your arms. “ I do. But I just don’t understand why you’re rushing me with this.”
“I’m not rushing you. That wasn’t my intention. I was just… expressing my frustrations about it all.”
“You’re allowed to do that, but saying that what we have is the best given the circumstances makes it sound kind of shit.” You looked down at the floor, avoiding his eye contact. He walked towards you and without any words wrapped his arms around your body to tuck you into his chest. 
“I shouldn’t have phrased it like that.” He murmured, resting his chin on the top of your head. It took a moment for you to relax into it, but once you did he could feel the immediate warmth as you pressed your cheek to his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. “I’m sorry”
“No. You shouldn’t have. I think what we have is pretty great but if you don't think that then…”
“No.” He deadpanned, immediately pulling back to look at you. He slid his hands over your face, cradling it like you were the most precious thing in the world. “What we have is perfect. I love every moment I have with you, even when you’re hiding in the front seat so the neighbours can’t see you.” 
A small smile broke on your lips at his comment, “I want us to get to a place where we can do whatever we want. I think you just need to be a bit patient with me.”
“You’re right.” Harry nodded, scanning your face, “I put you through hell. I know I did. I think I just got a little caught up in you and the romance and jumped too far ahead and that’s my fault. I want to be with you all the time without hiding anything from anyone and I can’t stop thinking about it. I’m sorry.”
“I know.” You smiled softly, still feeling that swirl of uneasiness in your chest. “But we’re going to start moving things forward in other ways. Like with our friends. Right?”
“Yes. Definitely,” he nodded, smoothing his hands down your neck to your shoulders. “I’ll call Niall. Just make sure your friends are free and I’ll organise it.”
“Okay.” 
“Okay… I love you.” He murmured, running his thumb over your cheek. 
“I love you too.” 
//
“There’s something going on with her Max, I’m telling you. I can sense it.” Harry tapped his foot anxiously on the floor, repeatedly combing through Princess’ soft due. 
“Okay… have you asked her about it?” Max replied, scanning her eyes over his cagey posture.
“Of course I have. She’s just been…” He let out a heavy sigh, “I don’t know. It’s unnerving. Like she’s hiding something from me and I can’t figure out what.” 
“Do you think it has anything to do with the call to your mother? About Gemma?”
“No.” He replied instantly, eyes snapping to hers. 
“That was a fast reaction. Are you sure?” She cocked her head and the look she gave him was one Harry despised. It was a look that told him that she already knew the answer. She was just waiting on whether he’d tell the truth or not. 
“She seemed understanding about it. And she hasn’t brought it back up.” He shrugged. 
“Have you brought it back up?”
“…No.” Harry replied hesitantly, having a semi-good idea of what she was going to say next. 
Max paused, closing her notebook over her crossed legs. “Allow me to do a run-through.”
“Of what?” His movements on Princess’ hair paused for a moment, already hating wherever Max was going with this.
“Your relationship. Just to put it into perspective.” 
“I don’t need a run-through, Max, I’m in the relationship.” Harry scoffed, “I know what I’ve done and I know what’s happened.”
“Okay. Then let me ask you why you don’t think that lying to her about your family hurt her? She knows you’re hiding something from her. You lied about your family and you broke your promise to her.”
“I’m not lying, Max.” Harry defended, in serious denial about his own actions. “I told her that I didn’t want to hide the phone call but that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. That’s not a lie.”
Max sighed and opened up the book again, looking between him and her page as she started jotting down notes. Harry hated it when she did that. He knew it was some therapist trick to make the patient anxious or more truthful or something that honestly worked too well on him. 
“You know this doesn’t work if you’re dishonest. We’ve been doing this far too long for you to start lying now.” 
“I’m not being dishonest.” He breathed out a dry laugh, “I told her that I wasn’t going to pretend that the phone didn’t happen, just that I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m allowed to keep things from her.”
“You’re making excuses. You’ve hid a huge part of your life from her. That is a lie, Harry.” 
Harry had a love-hate relationship with Max. She kept him grounded and provided unfiltered support and advice. He could say anything to her and she’d know how to handle it and for that he would be forever grateful to her. She had saved his life more than once. But he hated that she was always right.
Because he was lying. He was a big fat fucking liar and even though he wanted to try and spin the story so it sounded like he was doing the right thing, he wasn’t and he knew it. He broke his promise to you and he disrespected you by hiding such a big part of his life.
At the same time though… this secret was something he had kept to himself for a long time. Aside from Max, there was only a select few in Australia who knew about it and that was only because they knew Gemma. You would be the first person he tells in years and that wasn’t an easy thing to do. He couldn’t just say it and Harry had to be prepared for it to change your relationship completely. 
“Do you think I want to lie to her?” He snapped, the uptick of his tone causing Princess to meow loudly as some sort of reprimand. He exhaled deeply to try and calm himself, “I would give my life for hers in a fucking heartbeat. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.” 
“So why have you kept it a secret for so long?” 
It took a long moment of silence for Harry to finally muster up the words. He had uttered those words to Max more times than he could count and yet this time it was harder than ever. He knew it was because this had to do with you. 
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?” Max prompted gently after sensing that those two words were a complete sentence. 
“That she’ll stop loving me.” He held his gaze firmly to Princess, unable to look Max in the eye. “That she’ll find me disgusting. Fuck I find me disgusting. Why wouldn’t she?… I’m a… I’m a coward.”
“Do you think y/n would leave you over this?”
“I don’t know. I think it would put our relationship back. She wouldn’t trust me anymore.”
“Isn’t that a decision she needs to make? You decided to hide what Ethan did and it had dire consequences. You took away her choice then and that’s what you’re doing now.” Max could see the way Harry visibly tensed at her mentioning of Ethan, but it didn’t last very long before his shoulders were starting to sink low. Harry looked deflated.
“I’m not… I don’t know, Max.”
“You know what the right thing to do is, Harry. Telling yourself she’s better off not knowing is an excuse.”
“I know it’s an excuse. I know.” His voice was almost pleading, desperate like he just wanted to skip the middle and move to the end where his last secret was out in the open and you two were okay. 
“Speaking to her about it might actually make you feel better. It might help you work through it in preparation for contacting Gemma again… if that’s something you still want.” 
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Just consider it.” she smiled softly, “Your mother wants you to go home for Gemma’s birthday, right? Why don’t we make that a goal? There’s still a few more months.” 
And there it was. The phone call. One of the reasons Harry booked an extra session this week. 
“I don’t even know what I’d say to either of them.” Harry exhaled deeply, “How do I apologise to Gemma and how do I explain to y/n that I left my only sister in her greatest time of need? It’s just fucked. And it’s all my fault.”
“Why don’t you write a letter?” Max suggested. “One to Gemma and one to y/n. You don’t need to send it but you can get your feelings out and try and organise your thoughts about it all. You’ve kept a journal in the past and it helped you. Addressing the people you’ve hurt might… help you find some clarity.”
“Then what?”
“Then you can start small.” She shrugged, “A text, a call. Whatever you think is the appropriate approach to reach out to Gemma again. I know it’s been a while since you contacted her but we can work through it together. I can be there every step of the way if you want me to.”
It was something Harry had wanted to do for a long time. His relationship with his family was so important to him and yet it was the one thing he had yet made a true effort to try and fix. Well, he did in the beginning, but now it almost felt like too little too late. But his mum constantly encouraged him to reach out to Gemma again and she always invited him to every special family event. She was the one constant in his life and he knew that all she ever wanted was her two children in the same house again.
“I’ll think about it.”
“That’s all I can ask you to do. These are just suggestions. You know that.” Max smiled.
“I know.” He murmured, looking over at Princess before the little clock on the side table next to the couch caught his peripheral vision. Finally. “My times up.” He announced it without any room for interpretation and stood from the couch.
“I can extend, if you need.” Max followed suit and stood up, setting her notebook on the chair behind her. 
“No. It’s okay. I’ll see you next week.” Harry smiled, feeling relief that he was able to leave the room and process some of this by himself. “Bye Princess.” He reached down and gave Princess one more scratch behind his fluffy ears before turning back to his therapist. “Thanks Max”
//
H: Are you coming here before we go? I miss you. :(
You smiled to yourself, feeling that dizzying and slightly overwhelming love you had for him. Like a happy burning in your heart. Harry was such a baby sometimes and it honestly wasn’t what you expected when you started dating him. But you couldn’t lie, you did love it. He could be as dominating as anything (which you also frothed over) then be a needy child a moment later. 
You: No. We’re having pres here then we’ll meet you at the bar Xx 
H: Ok. What are you wearing tonight? 
You: You’ll seeeeee. You’ll like it
H: I know I will. H: Can’t wait to get my hands on you. Text me when you’re on your way. X
“Ugh. You’re disgusting.” Lucy rolled her eyes, throwing her empty can at you. You rolled your eyes and heart reacted to Harry’s message before turning off your phone and throwing it onto the carpet of Lucy’s floor.
“Whatever. I’m in love, remember.” You teased, grabbing your glass to finish off the last bit of the sweet sugary alcohol that was getting you relaxed and giddy for what the night was going to bring. You needed to get drunk to get out of your head. At this point it might’ve been the only thing to not ruin the night. 
“It’s so cute!” Priya beamed, eyes meeting yours for a moment as she blended her eyeshadow. “I can’t believe this is actually happening. It’s so exciting.”
“I think it’s exciting.” Lucy defended, “I wouldn’t have helped the dickhead if I didn’t like him. I’m just…” she paused to flick her eyeliner out, her hand slightly shaky from the couple drinks she already had. “…weary. I’m your best friend, I’m allowed to look at this through the eyes of a parent.”
“I appreciate that, Luce. I really do, but tonight I want you to look at him as a friend. I want you to get to know him, like actually get to know him. He’s… I can see a future with him and I want our lives to be normal.” You explained, feeling that buzz start to grow slowly and slowly. 
“You’re starting off in the most un-normal way, babe.” She snorted. “Your relationship is never going to be normal. Your age gap, your living situation. None of it is normal.”
“Okay, seriously. Are you going to be like this all night?” You snapped, far too aggressive for her comment. She was just telling the truth, something that you valued heavily in your friendship. 
“Jeez. I’m sorry. I’m just telling the truth.” Lucy defended. 
“No… I know…” you sighed, looking at her apologetically. You didn’t mean to snap. You were just a little on edge and her reality check seemed to trigger you somehow. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap. I’ve just… been going through it I think.”
Lucy had a feeling something was wrong. From the moment you walked in her door she could sense something was wrong. But she didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news or the one to ruin the vibe. She’d ask you about it, but not tonight. 
“Okay well we can go through it tomorrow, okay?” She responded softly. “You want to have a good night, so let’s have a good night.” Her tone turned positive, trying to comfort you. “here-” she then got up and passed you another drink, squeezing your arm comfortingly before she plopped back onto the floor where she was doing her makeup. 
“Agreed. Let’s have a good night.” You smiled, opening the can to start your third drink of the night. 
By the time you were at the bar, all three of you were sufficiently tipsy. You didn’t want to be too drunk, so you cut yourself off at four drinks while Priya had a few extra. Lucy cut herself off earlier than you but you were all in a good mood. 
It was a nice bar in the city, barely 30 minutes by Uber. Harry booked a booth for the night which you were all excited about. None of you had ever done that before but Harry picked the place and decided that he wanted everyone to be comfortable for the night. His shout. 
You tried to offer money but he was adamant (as usual) that you weren’t going to pay a cent. He even went as far as booking your Uber for you because he wanted to make sure you were safe, which was a gesture all three of you appreciated. 
Harry, Niall and Jed were at the bar a lot earlier than you three were. They met at Harry’s first and went in together, which gave Harry ample opportunity to chat with Niall and Jed while it was just them. He truly was as happy as ever that Niall and Jed were in a relationship now, and to think they properly bonded over Harry’s fucked up situation. 
It was just so nice to see. Jed was still a bit reserved, but Niall brought him out of his shell and Harry could literally feel the happiness radiating off of them. It was intoxicating and he was excited for you to properly get to know the couple as Harry knew them. Niall was so important to him, and now Jed was, as an extension of him so this night meant a lot to Harry. 
Getting to know Jed made Harry realise that this night was way overdue. He couldn’t wait for you to arrive, really. All night he had been checking his phone to see if you texted him, like some lovesick puppy with attachment issues. But he couldn’t help it. 
You were nearing your end of term, only a week and a bit to go before you got a break so you were busy as ever. He had only managed to see you once this week and he was getting antsy. Due to Harry’s own work schedule you were only able to get dinner together in the city once he finished work before you had to go home, so he was looking forward to seeing you again. 
He tried to get you to spend the night at his house tonight but you didn’t want to ditch your friends or have to sneak out early morning which he understood. Harry hoped that tonight was the beginning of your free and open relationship. He wanted more nights like this where you two were with your friends and the people you cared about. 
People that included both your families. He thought a lot about what Max said to him about telling you the truth. He didn’t want to keep it from you anymore but at the same time… he was so scared. He was scared to make amends with his sister and he was scared to tell you the truth. But he needed to. He just… needed to work himself up to it. 
To start though, he wanted to win over your friends. Which was his focus for the night. 
“Your girl is late, mate. I almost forgot how long it takes girls to get ready.” Niall joked, taking a sip of his beer. 
“Her Uber’s arrived. She’ll be here soon.” Harry replied, looking down at his phone to see if you texted him. 
It was like he spoke you into existence because a moment later his eyes connected to you as you were walking through the crowd of people. Lucy was guiding you and Priya through the crowd, all holding hands in this way that Harry found adorable. You were last in the line and looking so drop-dead fucking gorgeous his cock stirred in his pants. Like he was under the influence of some Pavlov experiment where just the sight of you got him hard. 
He could see the glitter on your eyes from here, the deep shade of your lipstick and shimmer you somehow applied to your skin. You were like a fairy and Harry was proper obsessed with whatever you had done to your skin and makeup. He had seen you dressed nice before, even dressed up to go out like this. But there was something different about tonight. 
You were radiant and when you got a bit closer and all three men stood to greet you, he felt himself even have to hold back a curse on what you were wearing. Short and black; a little dress with thin straps that fell mid thigh. You paired it with sneakers which he found adorable, but there was nothing adorable about the way you were staring at him. 
Harry specifically wore something he thought you’d like and by your reaction, he had picked right. Black pants and a black linen shirt, unbuttoned hairway with the sleeves rolled up. You liked it when he showed his chest, so he did just that. He wore his signature cross necklace and chose an excessive amount of chunky rings, just because you liked picturing his hand around your neck in them. 
You looked at him like you wanted to devour him, and he was sure he looked at you just the same. 
“Hi baby.” Harry greeted once the three of you told your name to the security guard manning the little rope that separated the busy dance floor from the few booths the club offered. He brought you into a tight hug, taking advantage of being the last to greet each other while the others made small talk. “You look…” he pulled away and put his hands on your hips, eyeing you all over “…fucking incredible. Drop dead gorgeous.”
“Thank you.” You blushed, sliding your hands over his shirt to feel the material. “I love this. You look so good.”
“‘S all for you.” He spoke in your ear, dipping in so you could hear him properly over the music. You fisted his shirt in your hands, desperate to kiss him. 
But it was a bit weird. 
Not between you and Harry (though there was that underlying anxiety you had in the pit of your stomach), but it was weird to be out with people you knew. It shouldn’t have been considering he was always at your place and you two were out and about like normal, but so far it had always been just you two. 
He saw Maeve and Jay here and there but this was the first proper thing as a couple where it wasn’t just you two in your bubble working through your feelings and getting to know each other on another level. It still felt like you had to hide the fact that you two were dating. 
“Oh come on you two. Kiss before I die from waiting.” Niall yelled, rolling his eyes while plopping back down into the booth. 
Harry just ignored him and grabbed your chin to pull you in for a kiss. Your tipsy giggle at the movement turned into a moan, but he kept it reasonably quick and clean before pulling away. “Hi gorgeous.” He smiled, pecking you again. 
“Hi.” You grinned, wiping off the bit of lipstick on his mouth with your thumb before he dragged you alongside him back into the booth.  
“I ordered you a drink,” Harry spoke against your ear, his arm wrapped around your waist with his hand firmly grabbing your hip. He pulled you tight against him so your whole side was pressed to his. It was like he never wanted to let you go. 
“What did you get?” You asked back, letting your left leg hook over his. 
“Something sweet and fruity. And a tequila shot.” He grinned, eyes dropping down to your body for a moment. You could tell he was tipsy already by how relaxed and touchy-feely he was being. 
“You know me so well.” You mused, patting his cheek haphazardly before your attention was caught by something Niall said across the table. 
Harry was right about Niall. He was a fucking crack-up. At the very beginning of the night, it was a tad awkward. There was small talk being yelled over the music and you all found yourselves talking in the comfort of your pairs. But Niall was a drunk social butterfly and his energy was quickly absorbed by the group within minutes and as soon as the drinks started flowing, so did the laughs. 
It was easy to talk about nothing and everything all at the same time. Jed took a little longer to open up, but the alcohol seemed to help. He was surprisingly funny when he relaxed into it, which wasn’t what you expected. It seemed like a black cat, golden retriever type of vibe but you could see how him and Niall were compatible. 
And Harry… well he was Harry. He could win a crowd with his smile only. He was easily able to charm everyone with his stories and boisterous laugh. The constant rounds of drinks coming from his pocket seemed to help too, but it was nice to see him getting along with your friends. Mostly anyways. 
“You’re such a liar!” Lucy yelled across the table, rolling her eyes. 
“I’m not. Scouts honour.” Harry laughed, squeezing your hip affectionately while taking a swig of his tequila. You leaned into him, practically on top of his lap with how tight he was holding onto you. Not that you minded. You quite liked being positioned in a way that clearly told everyone walking by that you two were dating. That he owned you.
“He’s not lying.” Niall butted in, “the fucker really does have four nipples. Like some genetically modified Greek god.” He bellowed a laugh afterwards, finding it the funniest thing ever. Jed rolled his eyes but you could see him soften as Niall’s arm slung around his shoulder and he whispered something into his ear.
“Technically two are birthmarks,” Harry waved his glass around as he spoke, “but they look like nipples.”
“They do.” You agreed, sipping your drink.
“I can vouch for that too.” Niall raised his beer in a cheers to himself before he clinked it with Jed’s stationary glass on the table and drank a few big gulps. 
“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” Lucy laughed, taking big gulps of her drink. “Well I’m not asking to see them and you’re not offering so, girls-” she stood abruptly like she suddenly forgot Harry’s nipples were a topic of conversation a moment earlier. She swayed a little and put her hand on Priya’s shoulder for a bit of balance. “I need to pee and I need to dance.” 
“Me too.” Priya stood up as well and held her hand out to you. 
“I’m coming!” You went to stand up but Harry was quick to pull you back down beside him.
“Where are you going?” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, words spoken directly into your ear. “You keep leaving me.” You had to hold back a moan at how good it felt. Being drunk seemed to make your body sensitive to everything he was doing.
“To pee again and dance.” You replied, grabbing his jaw so you could look at him. “You promised me one too, remember?” 
Harry flashed you a drunk smile and nodded, eyes glazed with tequila. “I always keep my promises, darling. Pinky promise.” He declared, holding his pinky out for you to take. It was a childish antic that you adored and reciprocated by wrapping your pinky around his. 
“You’re lying. But I’ll forgive you for it.” You planted a kiss on the slight pout that formed on his lips before you were grabbed out of your spot by Lucy’s strong grip. 
“What do you mean by that?” He asked a second later through furrowed brows. It took a moment for him to process what you said. Your words were followed with such quick movements he nearly got whiplash. But even in his drunken state, he could understand that you were calling him a liar. It was like an ice cold bucket being thrown over his head. He was sent right back to your comment when you had that argument and what Max said about him lying to you. 
The truth was, you had no idea what he was talking about. The words slipped out like the deepest thoughts of your brain and went in one ear and out the other. You could barely remember the nipple conversation let alone the slip of your tongue.
“What?” You called, not sure if you were misunderstanding the context or what he was actually saying as well.
“Come on, y/n,” Lucy yelled, tugging you behind her. You grabbed your shoulder bag from the booth seat and yelled an ��I’ll be back’ to your boyfriend then let yourself be dragged through the club to the bathrooms. 
“God he’s obsessed with you!” Priya squealed once you were in the slightly quieter bathroom. Lucy ran into one of the stalls and you were both quick to stand in front of the door and hold the top just in case.
“You think?” You smiled dreamily, leaning against the stall door.
“You think?” Lucy mimicked from inside the stall. “y/n, he’s practically showing you off to every man in the bar. I’ve never seen someone smirk or raise their glass to more strangers than he has.” The door whipped open a moment later, causing both you and Priya to stumble at the loss of balance. “When I went out with ‘plungie’ he tried to start fights over some drunk guy just looking at me. It was so stupid.”
“Yeah, Pete was like that too. Jealous as fuck and not in a hot way.” Priya nodded like her head was going to come off, “Harry is so secure. It’s like he likes when they look at you.”
“Yeah, probably in more ways than one.” Lucy snorted, referencing your dabble or rather, full experimentation with exhibitionism. 
“Shut up.” You gasped, shoving her with a laugh as you fell back against the closed stall door once Priya went inside. “He doesn’t need to be jealous. He knows I’m his.” Your hand went to the little pearls around your neck, fiddling with them so that warm feeling filled your chest.
“Okay but be honest. Seriously honest.” Lucy looked at you through the mirror with a serious expression. “Are you happy? Does he make you happy?” 
You nodded firmly. “Yes. Extremely happy.”
She smiled and fished out her lipstick to reapply, “Good.”
“Does this mean you like him?” You teased, nudging her calf with your sneaker. She rolled her eyes.
“Maybe. Ask me when I’m not drunk with drinks he’s paid for.”
Priya bounced out of her stall a moment later, fluffing her hair. “Hey, does he seriously have four nipples?”
You and Lucy both laughed and you decided to ignore the question to go to the bathroom yourself. Once you three were done and had taken sufficient photos in the mirror, you returned to the dancefloor and found a good little spot near the booths to dance. It was your third toilet trip of the night and you were all definitely feeling the alcohol now that you were up and moving around. 
The three of you bounced around and sang along with the songs you knew, but it wasn’t long before the three men you arrived with stumbled onto the dance floor to join you. You felt Niall’s weight first, his laugh loud as he slung his arms across yours and Priya’s shoulders. 
“You two are marvelous dancers. Like two flamingos.” He slurred, placing a sloppy kiss on your cheek. He went to do the same with Priya before Jed pulled him away and yelled a sorry to the two of you. 
You just laughed and shared a glance with Priya before you felt another set of arms snake around you. This time they were those familiar, strong arms attached to a glorious man who smelt too good and felt too good around you. 
“God baby, you’re so sexy when you dance.” Harry said in your ear, pressing his hands to your lower stomach while pushing his hips into your bum. Dancing in a sweaty club with a man had only felt like this once in your life and it was a feeling you could never get again. 
But with Harry… god just feeling him pressed into your back was turning you on in feral ways. If the bathrooms weren’t so well guarded to prevent exactly what you wanted to do, you had half a mind to pull him into a stall and suck his cock. 
“Apparently I dance like a flamingo. Whatever that means.” You yelled back, tilting your head to look up at him. He had a look of confusion on his face and laughed.  
“What?”
“Don’t worry about it.” You responded, turning around to grab onto his collar. He smirked down at you, preempting the movement way before you tugged his collar down to join your mouths. 
God it was so hot. His hands found your ass shamelessly, giving into his tipsy desires without a single care who was around. Harry had done far worse in public, practically all but fucking someone so a little grinding and making out with the love of his life was the least scandalous thing he could do. Besides, Harry knew that the majority of the people around you two were doing the same thing or too drunk to care. 
“You’re so hot.” You gasped, panting when the kiss broke and his lips found your jaw. His smirk curled against your skin. 
“I fucking love you.” He spoke right in your ear before pulling back to grab your neck to kiss you deeply. You moaned into his mouth, pressing harder against him while curling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 
His hands were on your ass, your back, your hair. He tugged at it and kneaded your ass, keeping you as close as humanly possible to him. It was exhilarating doing this with so many people around and ignited that part of you that found the exhibitionist area of Pleasing so exciting - the part of you that orgasmed so easily when Harry fingered you on the deck of the boat during your weekend away. 
“I love you.” You panted, kissing him again. He echoed the sentiment as a groan in your mouth before he suddenly turned you around so your back was to your chest. 
“Dance for me.” He rumbled into your ear, using a firm grip on your hips to grind them against him. You were happy to oblige and started swaying your hips along with his. 
You made eye contact with Lucy who was dancing with a stranger, facing you with a big goofy smile. She motioned to the guy behind her and made a thumbs up, flipping it up and down to ask you if he was hot or not. You nodded and flashed a thumbs to her. She puckered her lips in a kiss to you before turning around to welcome the guy’s sloppy drunk kiss. 
“Is that what you used to do?” Harry asked you, tipping his head towards Lucy. 
“Sometimes.” You replied, laughing when his fingers dug with purpose into your hips. “Most of the time it wasn’t good. Drunk boys don’t kiss very well.”
“And what about me?” He asked in your ear, sliding his palm flat over your belly. God having his big fucking hand right over your lower stomach was driving you crazy. 
Your eyes fluttered closed and you turned your head to look back up at him. “Well you’re not a boy.”
“No I’m not.” He smirked, pressing his palm over your neck to kiss you. Your neck angled towards him in that submissive way he loved while you kissed back eagerly. The kiss broke with a laugh when Niall made some joke about you two then you were separated and forced to dance with your friends. But it was barely one song before he was attempting to bring you back. 
“Bring me back my woman.” Harry yelled over the crowd, pulling you back into him. You laughed at his antics, your back bumping against his chest as he wrapped his arms around your chest. He swayed you violently side to side, yelling the words of the song into your ear in an obnoxious way that drunk you found hilarious. 
The dance floor was packed and Harry was happy to take advantage of that and keep you close to him. He had a hand or an arm around you at all times, even when Niall was yelling something in his ear or you were jumping around as a group. 
Harry was so protective of you and was constantly aware of your presence. You could tell he wasn’t as drunk as you, but he was sufficiently tipsy and you couldn’t help but love the boyish humour and antics that came out of him when he was like this. It was the complete opposite of his birthday party. He was genuinely happy and it was one of the best nights through and through. 
“I love you.” He announced, planting two sloppy kisses on your mouth. He had this big goofy smile on his face and he was flushed and slightly sweaty. His once tame hair had become unruly, looking like a freshly sexed college boy. Your lipstick left marks on his cheek and jaw, smudging around his mouth. It looked like you two just had a marathon of a fuck. 
Somehow it was even sexier that he looked like this after you two just having fun and messing around in a busy club. In an instant your hunger and the urge to rip his clothes off hit you like a fucking truck. It was all you could think about. 
You pulled him closer by the collar of his shirt, kissing him deeply before reaching up on your tippy toes to reach his ear with your mouth. He pressed his hands to your lower back, supporting your tipsy body while you crawled your hands up until your arms were wrapped around his neck and your full body was supported by him. 
“I’m way too drunk but I want you to fuck me so bad, Daddy. Right here. Right now. However you want.” Your voice broke in a tipsy laugh as you leaned back to look at him, settling flat on your feet. 
His eyes darkened while his hand threaded into the hair at the back of your head, fisting it tight enough to make you gasp as his hand pressed your lower back against his body. “You are way too drunk.” He mused, dipping in to kiss you in a dizzying way. “I fucking love you for it.” 
“Does that mean you don’t want me back? That’s rude.” You pouted, mouth parting in another gasp when his fist tightened even harder in your hair and he pressed his lips to your ear. 
“I can’t even say the things I want to do with you out loud.” 
You laughed again, wishing you weren’t as drunk and wishing you could go home with your lover instead of your friends. You never thought you’d get to the point of prioritizing your partner over your friends, but you had never wanted to cling to a person like you did with Harry. You weren’t really used to sharing him with anyone, even friends.  
Harry laughed along with you, letting go of your hair so he could smooth his hands down to your hips to guide you in the way he wanted you to love. Inside though… he was churning with need. He hadn’t heard you call him Daddy for months and you chose now to bring it back again? When you were way too drunk and with too many people. It was like you chose to do that on purpose. 
There wasn’t much he could do to sate his desires for you. Not now anyway. So he focused his attention back on your friends and Niall and Jed. He kept you close to him or in his line of vision the rest of the night. You were significantly more drunk than him so he made sure that he had a hand on you at all times or was able to see you when you went off with your friends for another dance or an extremely long bathroom break. He still didn’t understand why they took so long. But you always came back excited and he loved that look on you. 
It felt like a blur. The minutes felt like seconds and the hours felt like minutes. The only reason you all went home was because the club was closing and even then you two just didn’t want to leave each other. 
“Don’t go. Come home with me.” Harry murmured, pulling you back from the curb towards him when you tried to walk towards the waiting Uber. You had already said goodbye to him, Niall and Jed once, but he was particularly needy when he drank and he didn’t want to let you go yet. 
“I can’t.” You laughed, stroking his chest while pecking the pout on his lips. “The Uber is here and all my stuff is at Lucy’s.”
“I’ll pick it up in the morning. You can sleep in my clothes and I can drop you back to hers for your car. I need you in my bed tonight.” He mused, lips brushing against your ear. 
“I can’t. I want to but I can’t.” You whined, ignoring Priya’s call of your name. Her and Lucy were already in the Uber, waiting for you to climb in after them. 
“You can.” He stressed, whining right back like a child. 
“I’ll come see you tomorrow. Promise.” You compromised, holding out your pink to him. 
Harry smiled and curled his pinky around yours, kissing his fist while you did the same. “Fine.” He sighed dramatically, eliciting a laugh before he shushed you by kissing you deeply. “I love you.”
“Love you. Bye!” You grinned, kissing him again before running to the Uber. “Bye Niall, bye Jed.” They echoed a goodbye in sync before you had to rush out an apology to the driver as you closed the car door behind you. 
You blew Harry a kiss through the window and he caught it and tucked it into his pocket, watching as the Uber pulled from the curb and disappeared down the street. 
//
The next morning you woke up with a splitting headache. It had been a while since you had a hangover. If you didn’t mix different liquors and drunk a lot of water before going to bed you were usually okay, but fuck not this time. 
It was tequila shots after shots and fruity cocktails and just way too much of everything. By the time you managed to separate yourself from Harry and get in the Uber back to Lucy’s it was 4am. You didn’t get to sleep until 5 so when you woke up at 12 the alcohol had barely worn off and your whole body felt violated. 
You spent the next couple of hours hydrating and eating greasy food while debriefing before heading back to your parents where you were spending the night. You couldn’t come all the way down here and not spend time with them. But you needed to see Harry first. Aside from his usual good morning text, he didn’t say anything else. 
There was no teasing about your hangover or any texts about when he was going to see you again. Nothing. He was silent and it worried you. Through the haze that was your night, you couldn’t think of anything that might’ve upset him. 
Maybe he died from the hangover you were expecting him to have. 
“Oh my god. I’m still violently hung over.” You remarked the moment Harry opened his front door to you. He looked remarkably fresh. Even after a shower and lots of good you felt disgusting but he looked as fresh as anything. “And somehow you look fresh as a daisy. I thought old men had a low tolerance of alcohol.”
You expected a jab back. A tease before he stepped aside and pulled you in for a passionate kiss and a squeeze of your ass. But he looked so serious and now your suspicions about something being wrong felt more right than ever. 
“Hi.” He murmured softly, welcoming you in before shutting the door. Then he cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply. But it was all wrong. It wasn’t cheeky or that classic ‘I missed you’ kiss that makes parting ways worth it. It felt like a goodbye. Like it was the last time he’d ever kiss you again. 
“What’s wrong?” You asked, cutting the kiss short even though it felt like he never wanted to let you go. 
“Nothing. Just missed you, that’s all.” Then the sadness suddenly washed away like it was a figment of your imagination and that bright gorgeous smile of his emerged on his face. He kissed you again and attempted to deepen it but you pulled back. 
“I saw you last night.” You giggled, fisting his t shirt in your hands. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good. Promise.” He smiled softly, kissing you again. “I did miss you though. Real bad.” His smile turned into a smirk and his hands dropped to your hips, squeezing while he subtly turned you around so your back was to the wall. 
“I missed you too. I wish I could’ve stayed last night. It might’ve ruined the romance though I looked like I rolled out of a bin.”
“A bin?” He laughed, dropping his face so he could kiss along your jaw. “You looked incredible when I last saw you.”
“Liar.” You teased, “I looked too drunk and probably messy.”
“Hot messy.” He murmured, ghosting his mouth down your neck. He smirked against your skin when he felt you shiver. God he fucking loved the effect he had on you. The way your body reacted to the lightest most innocent touches. Though they never were innocent, were they? Just a kiss to your neck and you were already melting in his hands. 
“Harry…” you sighed, tipping your head back to rest against the door. He ran his hands along your sides; delicately… carefully. So gently every exposed patch of skin became littered with goosebumps. The air was starting to cool down outside with the seasonal change but Harry’s touch still burned through the light sweatshirt you were wearing.
There was something about being pressed against a flat surface with Harry right there that got you spinning. Anytime he was within intimate proximity your body came alive with need, like it was intune with his. Somehow the anxieties you had about him seemed to slip away through your drunken night of fun and even moreso now when it was your bodies talking and not your mind.
You denied him earlier last week due to your mind but university stress and time apart seemed to reset you. You felt it last night and you felt it now. You just wanted to be consumed by the hypnotic lust and attraction you two had for each other. To forget. 
“You said something last night…” Harry murmured, sliding his palm to your neck to pin you properly against the cool surface of his door. You gasped and felt yourself starting to slide into that role of a submissive partner. A role you found comfort and utter freedom in.
“W-what…” you swallowed thickly, meeting his gaze.
“Told me you wanted me to fuck you…” His hand flexed around your neck while the other started fiddling with the hem of your sweatshirt like a taunt. “That you wanted Daddy to take you however he wanted. Do you remember that?” 
You did remember it. Oh god did you remember it. All you could think about all morning was how fucking sexy Harry was last night. How he moved and guided you, dominated you and protected you. You could remember how turned on you were by it and how desperate you became in hot flashes of pure arousal.
You remember wanting to drag him to the closest bathroom and you definitely remember using his honorific. A name, a plead, a praise, a submission you two hadn’t ventured back to yet. In the weeks after your weekend away your sex was nothing but heaven. Most of the nights you spent together ended between the sheets and you could barely keep your hands off each other.
You spiced things up a little but they were natural habits that weren’t particularly adventurous anymore. Spanking you and calling you a good girl while his hand around your throat wasn’t particularly out of the norm for either of you. But you hadn’t called him Daddy and you hadn’t tried some of the things you did for the first time with Harry again. 
Maybe because it felt like a different time, a different version of yourselves that neither of you really wanted to get back to. There were so many negative emotions and experiences during that period of your relationship that you two were exploring each other in a different way now. A deeper connection where sex felt like a spiritual and physical bond.
It wasn’t that you two didn’t want to get kinkier again. You had spoken about it before and both of you agreed that venturing back into BDSM and similar things was something you absolutely wanted to do. It was just a little hard to do anything too risque at your place because you couldn’t be particularly loud due to the thin walls and you weren’t really in a position to stay at Harry’s. So you had been busy navigating just being together and getting stable in other ways. 
But it was starting to become obvious that the sex that sparked your relationship was also the sex you two needed to thrive. Drunk words were sober thoughts and clearly you were ready for him to wack a riding crop over your ass again and make you sit there all night with a plug inside just to tease you and get you all riled up. 
“Yes…” You whispered, running your tongue over your bottom lip to try and return some moisture from how dry your mouth had gone. All you could think about was his hands roughly touching you everywhere, anywhere in any way just like drunk you proclaimed loudly in the middle of a club. 
His eyes landed on your mouth and when he pressed his hips to yours you could finally feel how hard he was for you. All it took was your sweet, wet tongue running over your lips and he was a fucking goner. Honestly though, one singular look from you could have his cock bricked up and ready to give it to you however you wanted it. 
“Do you still want that?” Harry smirked, words forming slowly on his lips. It was like time was going in slow motion and every single syllable of that question seemed to infiltrate your mind like thick honey. It was a thick haze of arousal and you knew that the answer you gave would kickstart a very long afternoon visit that would require some silly little lie to your parents. 
You nodded quickly in response, arching your neck to try and kiss him. He chuckled lowly, finding your cute desperation so damn adorable. He loved how needy you were and how easy it was to have you begging and desperate for him. His hand remained firm around your neck, keeping you pinned to the door so you couldn’t move until you gave him exactly what he wanted. 
“Words.” 
“Please.”
“Please what?” His brow rose and he tightened the grip around your neck, squeezing the perfect points to make your head all woozy in the best way possible. It was a sure way to get you dripping in your underwear, though you already reached that point the moment he referred to himself as Daddy.
“Please… Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
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One night in the lab Peter finds an old prototype of the EDITH glasses and puts them on.
"Look Mr. Stark! I am Iron Man," he says with a deep voice.
"C'mon kid, that's the best impression you got?" Tony says before looking up.
He sees Peter with those rectangular frames and big grin. For a moment he thinks he's looking at old publicity photos of himself. A confident Tony Stark, tinted glasses and cocky smile, hair fluffed up and oozing manly charm.
Tony's easy smile drops a bit at the thought of Peter being anything like who he used to be.
"Oh sorry for talking over you Ms. Potts I just like the sound of my own voice more than hearing about the safety of our company. I'm too cool to apologize so I'll buy you a zoo for endangered species later honey," Peter tries again with the mocking deep voice.
Tony is quick to recover from the odd deja-vu feeling of seeing the teenager in the frame of a mirror, focusing back on his hologram.
"Yeah because I call the love of my life by her last name. And for your information it was an alpaca sanctuary, and she loved it." Tony corrects, pointing a pen at Peter in rebuke without looking up from his work.
"I chose to be respectful over accurate. Also I saw those alpaca photos and one of them was trying to chew on her skirt, she didn't look very impressed." Peter replies with a matter of fact press of his lips.
Tony glances back at the boy only to find himself unable to look away. He can't help but hear echoes of "I just wanted to be like you!" when he sees the boy wearing frames reminiscent of Tony's classic fashion sense.
Tony thinks about Howard, how he used to run laps to prove he was good enough, better than, worthy of being his son.
He was never enough for Howard.
"You're always better at remembering that kind of stuff than me anyways kid."
Peter is taken back by the earnest tone the older man suddenly possesses. His mouth opens but no words come out in reply, Tony looking at him as if he can see right through the spiderling.
"Now stop playing with my old crap and c'mere, we have some important decisions to make," Tony waves him over to look at something on his phone.
When Peter gets close enough he sees that it's a food delivery app, Tony's fingers hovering between an Indian and Thai restaurant.
Peter shoots him another grin, "I vote for samosas!"
Tony rolls his eyes but clicks on the Indian restaurant anyways.
Peter notices in the reflection of the phone that he still has the glasses on, reaching up to remove them before Tony puts a hand on his wrist to stop him.
"Keep em on, it's the first time you've ever looked cool enough to hang out with me. The tech in those is useless anyways, they're just a pair of sunglasses now."
Peter looks up at his mentor with such awe and admiration that Tony nearly melts like butter under the sun.
Tony may not do many things right when it comes to people, but he knows that even when he was still young and naive he'd known better than to ever look at Howard like that.
So maybe there's one thing he hasn't screwed up.
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