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pleasingforharry · 2 years

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hiii can u maybe write about how collegerry's friends reacted when they found out about y/n? :)

ofccc :)

college!harry x quiet!yn

The day Harry and Y/N made it official, he wanted to yell out the news to the world. He knew Y/N wouldn't want to be the PDA type of couple, but as long as people knew she was Harry’s, and vice versa, he would cherish that.

Harry’s friends were going to be surprised, and slightly disappointed, but he already knew that. Whenever he brought Y/N around the frat house, the first question they’d ask him is if they were serious. Harry would answer ‘hopefully one day’ and the boys would tease him, but that was their way of trying to talk him out of it.

Harry being single and sexually inviting to all people on campus was the reassurance his friend’s needed to be the exact same way. They didn’t feel that guilt of hurting girl’s feelings because Harry did it on a daily. But he was different when Y/N came into his life. His friends didn’t know how to deal with the new him.

Y/N was already thinking of the impact their relationship was going to have to everyone because Harry was a big deal. It was a red flag she had about him, but she convinced herself that she could move past it.

It had been two whole weeks since they became a couple, and Y/N was finally thinking about making it known. Harry was going her pace because the reactions they’d receive would be different from one another. People would probably be more seductive towards him as they now saw him as a challenge.

As for Y/N, she was preparing for the dirty looks. Well, when people finally realized her existence.

“What do you think everyone is going to think about us? And with you not being single anymore?” Y/N asked while working on her homework and receiving cold touches from Harry’s hand under her shirt. She’d clench every time his fingers subtly ran lower than they were supposed to be and he’d snicker at her reaction.

He was sat next to her on the floor, leaning on his elbow that rested on the table in front of them, scattered with papers that each labeled Y/N’s name on the top. He was staring at her lovingly while she worked, pretending he wasn’t exploring more than her stomach, and couldn’t wipe his school-boy smile off his face.

“Who cares?” He shrugged, “I can’t wait to finally tell the boys. They think my excuse of hanging out with you instead of going to girl's dorm rooms is insufficient. But now I can say, I’m hanging out with my girlfriend.” He repeated the last word in his head and bit his lip to stop the wider spread of his smile.

Y/N’s eyes were on her paper, so she didn’t see Harry’s cheesing face. “They don’t like me?”

“Not you in particular, but the idea of me having a girlfriend. It doesn’t matter though, they’ll just have to learn to like you or I’m cutting them off and moving out,” He replied, turning Y/N’s face by her chin and kissing her delicately. She continued to write blindly as she closed her eyes to enjoy Harry’s lips, but immediately brought her attention back to her homework when he pulled away.

“How do I make them like me? I want to be on their good side.”

“You don’t have to do anything, baby. They have to get on your good side,” He chuckled.

“Oh,” she hmphed, “that’s easy for them to do. Just leave me alone.” She smirked proudly at her funny joke, which wasn’t helping Harry’s cuteness overload crisis at all. Everything she did made him want to lock her in his arms as he devoured her with love.

He grabbed her face again, but instead with both hands, and pressed his lips harder against hers. Y/N had to detach herself from her homework to steady her body from falling on him.

She hummed in the kiss and giggled at Harry’s desperation. Her hands traveled up to his wrists that held her cheeks and squeezed them.

“At the very least, I'd like you to be friendly with them. Maybe we can go over there and you can officially meet them instead of going straight to my room,” Harry suggested as he let Y/N’s face go and moved closer to hug her around her waist. He tilted his head to the side to see her face clearly.

Y/N scrunched her nose in thought and Harry wanted to kiss her all over again. He was glad he wasn’t scaring her off with his affection. Now that they were official, he was ecstatic and couldn’t control his excitement with finally be Y/N’s boyfriend.

“We should have ice cream with them or go roller skating. At least then I can pretend to enjoy being around them,” She said with a sarcastic smile. Harry rolled his eyes and pinched her side. She laughed and squirmed in his hold. “I can come over but I think you should tell them first. I don’t want to see their fake enthusiasm to the news.”

Harry sighed and leaned in to kiss Y/N’s neck, causing her breathing to go soft. He brushed his lips up the length of her throat before he tilted her head to the side so he could kiss her jawline. Y/N was now rushing to finish up her homework so her attention could be fully on Harry, his lips, and his hand that still teased the hem of her panties.

He didn’t think it was a bad idea to tell his friend’s first so they could express their thoughts without having to sugarcoat it if Y/N was there. Then if he needed to hit one of them for disrespecting her, he wouldn’t have to hold back.

“I’m going to tell them today. We’re going to eat out for a guys night, and I already know they’re going to ask about you,” He said. Y/N hummed and turned her head to look at him. He was a little surprised by it but still smiled widely at her. “What?”

“You haven’t gone to a guys night in a while. You always excuse yourself to stay with me,” She pointed out with a smirk. “I just thought about that. Tired of me already?”

“Never, baby,” He chuckled, before getting up from his spot on the floor. Y/N watched him and eyed his lengthy, and muscular, body grow tall. She was a little disappointed that he was wearing sweats so she couldn’t see his thick thighs that she loved very much.

Harry stretched his muscles after spending a long time in a cramped position between the couch and center table on the floor. He found his phone on Y/N’s nightstand, not even five steps away, and scanned the screen filled with text notifications. He rolled his eyes before stuffing his phone in his pocket.

“And done,” Y/N announced as she set her pencil down and leaned against the couch behind her. Harry glanced down at her and smiled.

“Good, and now no more school work for the rest of the night,” He leaned down to pat her head. “Pinky promise me.” Y/N laughed and linked her pinky finger with his.

“Promise, my brain hurts anyways. If I have to analyze one more passage, my head might explode,” She joked.

“And I’d still think you were the prettiest girl I have ever laid my eyes on,” Harry cooed, bending his knees lower to reach her lips. Y/N gladly accepted the kiss and hummed within it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, baby.”

Y/N smiled softly, “Have fun tonight.” Harry grabbed his keys and walked backwards to her door as he kept his eyes solely on her. He was already missing her and she was only a few feet away. His hand touched the handle of the door and hesitated opening it.

“You can always protest for me to stay,” Harry shrugged.

Y/N looked over at him and furrowed her brows. He tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for her to ask him to stay.

“I know, but I feel like I keep you away from having fun. Go,” She shooed him, standing up and stretching her arms out. The plain blue top she wore did everything but hide her perky cleavage from Harry’s drooling eyes. When she realized he was staring, her arms dropped and crossed over her chest. “Harry Styles, get out,” She laughed.

“Are you going to miss me?” He raised a brow at her.

“Obviously,” She rolled her eyes.

“So, you want me to stay?”

Y/N groaned and walked over to her boyfriend. He smiled widely and puckered his lips. She quickly accepted his kiss while reaching behind him for the door handle and opening it. His hand touched her waist and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Yes, I’ll miss you, and I do want you to stay, but I you need to leave and go to your guys night.” Before Harry could respond, he was being pushed out of her room. Y/N blew him a kiss and shut the door with a giggle. Harry had heard her on the other side and his heart clenched.

He couldn’t wait for the world to know she was his.

Harry met the boys at the restaurant he was texted the location of. He saw them at a booth through the window, and they all waved him inside. His hands rubbed together as he anticipated the outcome of the conversation he was about to have with them. No matter what, they were going to have to respect his and Y/N’s relationship if they even thought about staying his friend.

Niall was the first to slide out of the booth and engulf Harry in a hug like he hadn’t just seen him that day in class. “Hey mate, feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all hung out.”

“That’s because it has,” another roommate, Tyler, commented while sipping his Diet Coke. “He’s been too busy cuddling up under that girl every night.”

“Yeah, your bed is starting to collect dust,” Flynn snickered, earning a slap to the back of the head from Harry.

“What was her name again? Jenna?” Isaiah asked to Flynn, sitting across from him. “Wait, I think she said it before, right? Jessica?”

Niall shook his head, “No, that was the girl he let sleep over and the next morning made us all breakfast. I liked her. You must’ve really gave it to her good that night.” He jabbed Harry’s side with his elbow.

Harry huffed and slid in the booth before Niall sat back down next to him. All of the boys stared at him and watched cautiously. They already knew he was acting different since Y/N, but they were thinking something must’ve happened if he showed up for a guys night.

“So, what happened with you and uh...”

“Y/N?”

All the boys in unison awed and pointed at each other, claiming they knew that was her name all along. Harry rolled his eyes, and right as he was about to answer, the waitress came over, noticing she had missed Harry in ordering a drink.

“Hello, I saw you just come in, what can I get for you?” She smirked while tilting her head to the side to let her ponytail swing off her shoulder. Her apron was hanging low to display the revealing top she wore under it.

Harry felt an arm wrap around him, and it was another one of his roommates, Sage, whispering to him, “She definitely wasn’t this interested in ordering our drinks before you got here.”

“I’ll get a Dr. Pepper, thanks,” Harry requested, ignoring Sage’s comment. The waitress scribbled his order down, even though it was a simple drink to remember to make, but her eyes flickered up at him while she wrote. The boys had all kicked Harry under the table roughly, causing him to give them all dirty looks.

He really wished he stayed with Y/N. Now he was wondering what she was doing alone without him. Watching TV? TikToks? Reading? Listening to their shared playlists of music? Yoga? He was tempted to text her to find out, but he was ripped away from the thought of her as the boys all started cheering.

“What?” He asked, confusedly.

“I’m proud of you, Harry. Arriving fashionably late, blue balls, and ready to take the hot waitress in her break room,” Flynn praised him.

“She’ll help you get over Diana—”

“Y/N,” Niall corrected him with furrowed brows. “He just said it, you fucking simpleton.”

“Too many names to remember,” Flynn muttered, before bringing his attention back to Harry. “So, what happened with you guys? She wanted a relationship?”

Harry started to answer, but Isaiah jumped in. “I fucking hate when they hit you with that out of nowhere.”

“Tell me about it, remember that girl with the blue hair I had over a couple of days ago?” The booth nodded. “She’s ready to finally settle down.”

Sage laughed, “I’d rather grow old alone than settle down with you.”

“Exactly!”

Everyone laughed, but Harry. He just wanted to tell them he was finally in a happy relationship if they’d let him get more than two words out. They all dispersed into a more entertaining conversation that it didn’t make it the right time to throw the news out. So, he waited until the topic circled back to girls, like it usually did.

The waitress came back with his drink, and instead of handing it to him, she set it down and slid it across the table so she had to lean down and inch closer to him. Harry looked everywhere but her spilled breasts and muttered a thank you.

“Do we all know what we want to order?” She asked, standing back upright with a slight pout. Niall smirked at Harry and flicked him harshly.

“Our boy Harry here does.”

“Harry? That’s a nice name,” She smiled at him. Harry nodded and looked at the boys, motioning for them to order first. “Flynn?”

He was thankful they did as asked and focused on ordering food. His stomach didn’t want anything, he just came to spend time with his friends, and hopefully, reveal his new favorite person to them.

When orders went around the table, the waitress nodded and glanced at Harry before stepping away. All heads whipped in his direction with frantic looks. Harry furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I do?”

“Follow her!” They all yelled while kicking and flicking him.

“Oi, what the fuck? Stop,” He slapped at the hands coming for him. “Why can’t one of you do that?”

“Because she wasn’t eye-fucking us and making very obvious that she has something to offer in the back,” Sage grumbled. “How oblivious have you become since Y/N, mate? Thank god you guys called it off.”

All the boys agreed in unison, and that just made Harry slam his hands on the table. He was over them. Over their comments. Over their immaturity. He wanted them to know. Now.

“Y/N and I didn’t call things off,” He snapped, switching his eyes to each person at the table. “We are dating now. She’s my girlfriend, and I’m very happy about it. So, stop fucking trying to hook me up with anything that has legs. I’m not interested anymore, and if you guys haven’t noticed, I haven’t been for a long time!”

There, he said it.

The booth was quiet and so were their expressions. They scattered their eyes to each other, waiting for someone to break first so they could follow suit.

“No ‘congratulations’, ‘oh Harry, good for you’, ‘I’m happy you’re happy’?” He asked, throwing his hands up. Niall was the only bold one at the table to nod.

“That’s great, Harry. We just thought you guys were a fling or something. Never thought it would get serious,” He shrugged. “She must be great if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”

“She’s fucking amazing, is what she is. And she knew you guys would react like this so she didn’t want me to tell you guys with her around,” He barked. “I mean, just look at your faces.” He pointed to Flynn who’s mouth stayed agape, and Sage with a bored frown. When they were both called out, they immediately fixed their faces.

“Sorry H, but I didn’t think you had it in you to actually stick with one girl for more than three days,” Flynn tried to make a joke, and the table laughed because they needed that to ease some of the tension, but Harry’s face stayed hard. He only grew angrier.

He shot up from his seat and nudged Niall with his knee to let him out. “Fuck this. Fuck you guys.”

“Oh come on, Harry. Can you blame us?” Sage argued. “You’ve fucked every girl on campus and can’t even remember their names the next day. We all assumed Y/N was just like them.

“I assumed she was one of the favorite fucks. She’d go straight to your room and the next day out the front door before we could say anything to her,” Tyler shrugged.

“Yeah, we didn’t know you guys were serious. She doesn’t make sense with you, like... at all,” Isaiah chuckled uncomfortably.

“I haven’t heard her speak more than five words to us, and we can’t seem to shut you up, so it was a weird pair. I thought you were just trying something different with the quiet ones.”

Harry wanted to punch all of them across the face in one hit. He basically tackled Niall out of the booth so he could leave without having to hear any more of what his ‘friends’ had to say.

“You don’t know her, or about the things we do together, so you have no room to assume we don’t make sense. She never speaks to you guys because you’re either drunk and eye-fucking her as she walks by or comparing her to the other girls that pass through. She literally begs me to keep drinks in my mini fridge because she hates the looks you guys give her when she comes downstairs,” Harry hissed at them.

They all shared knowing looks, clearly remembering the words they spoke about Y/N.

“Harry—”

“Don’t expect me to be around anymore because I’d rather be with my girlfriend than dickheads like you guys.” Harry stomped away from the booth and out the restaurant to his car. He immediately pulled out his phone and texted the only person he wanted to be with in that moment.

dove: hey baby, whatcha up to?

my baby: they didn’t take the news very well?

dove: can i come over?

my baby: of course, can you bring some food tho pleaseeee :P

dove: lol will do, gotta feed my baby

my baby: i’m high maintenance

dove: i love it

my baby: good

dove: :)

Yeah, he was fucking happy with her.

He arrived back at Y/N’s dorm room with Chinese takeout and a big fucking smile on his face. She swung the door open after hearing his familiar knock and immediately squealed at the food in his hand.

“Jackpot,” she hummed, grabbing the bag and walking towards the shared kitchen of her dorm. Her roommate was in her suite, fast asleep after long night classes, so Y/N had the main room to herself.

“Excuse me, missy,” Harry scoffed, reaching his long arms out for Y/N’s waist and snatching her back to his chest. His lips were on her neck as she giggled sweetly.

“What?” Her head turned to look up at him.

“No, ‘hey, welcome back’? I thought you missed me,” he laughed, spinning her around and grabbing the bag to set it on a near counter. Y/N bit her bottom lip to hide her smile, but Harry leaned in to tug it out with his own teeth and pecked it gently. Y/N immediately blushed and glanced away. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Her arms snaked around his neck and tangled her fingers in his curls. “What happened?” She asked, referring to Harry’s early return to her dorm.

He sighed and snuggled his face in her neck to trail kisses from her collarbone to her jaw. “I missed you so much,” his voice came out muffled, but Y/N still understood.

“They don’t like me now?” Not that Y/N cared because that just meant they wouldn’t bother her. But they still were Harry’s friends, so she wanted to make sure they had no bad blood. “I’m sorry, Harry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he demanded before kissing her passionately, walking them backwards to the connected living room. He blindly searched for the couch and helped Y/N lay back along the length of the three cushions. He settled on top of her and brought their lips back together.

Y/N was a little worried that Harry had to leave his friends so quickly. That meant they said some real shitty things about her that Harry couldn’t take anymore. It itched her everywhere, and she hated that feeling.

“Baby,” Harry sighed, grabbing Y/N’s hand she didn’t notice left his curls to graze her thigh with her nails, “Stop thinking about it. I left because I just wanted to be with you.”

“I don’t believe you,” She mumbled, unconvinced because of him being so desperate to avoid what really happened back at the restaurant. “What did they say?”

Harry sighed and brushed his lips against her skin. “They thought we were a weird pair because of how different our personalities are. I told them that they don’t know what happens between us behind closed doors, so they can’t assume anything. That’s all, baby, okay?” He explained, playing with the ends of her hair, twirling them between his fingers.

Her shoulders relaxed as she nodded. “Oh, that’s whatever. So what? I like being a weird pair,” She shrugged. Harry smiled widely, holding back from kissing her. “So, are you all still friends or no?”

"Yes, we’re all cool, thanks for your concern,” He chuckled.

“That’s what I’m here for,” she sighed. Harry could still see behind her eyes that she was still thinking about their conversation because she felt like there was more but just wanted to trust his words. He loved that. His lips found hers again and he bent his knees so he could push himself to hover over her.

“Are you still hungry?” He asked while kissing from her lips to her cheeks. His hands held her jaw and turned it so he could reach all her favorite spots. She loved the feeling of his plushy lips pressing against her skin so delicately. It was a feeling she had never received from any past relationships. Harry’s felt meaningful, like each kiss was an act of want. He wanted her.

Y/N hummed at his question. “Starving, you? Did you eat anything earlier?” He shook his head and began to rise off of her and onto his feet. When she began to follow, he pushed her back down and told her that he’d bring it over. “Are you going to stay over?” She asked another question.

“If you’ll have me,” he answered, grabbing the food from the kitchen counter.

“I’ll have you,” she smiled. He made his way back to her, standing between her legs and leaning down to capture her lips.

He slightly pulled away and examined her face. She watched with a hitched breath.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

There was a ping from Harry’s phone while the couple ate their Chinese takeout, cuddling together on the couch. He had taken his shirt off and that gave her access to his warm and firm athletic chest. She wanted to recklessly kiss and touch every prominent muscle and scattered tattoo, hopefully pulling out long deep groans from him, but she wasn’t there confident-wise to go that far.

“Cheater,” Y/N grumbled under her breath. Before Harry could lean over to reach his phone, he whipped his head at her.

“What?! Y/N, I’m not even—“

“Harold, I was joking,” Y/N widened her eyes and covered her mouth with the back of her hand to laugh. “Calm down, boyfriend.”

Harry let out a breath and grabbed her chin to bring her face close to his. “You’re annoying. Don’t make jokes like that,” his voice suddenly dropped to display his seriousness.

Y/N shivered at his tone… and it ran all the way down to her core. She liked that.

His face was hard as he stared at her, waiting for her to nod that she understood. But instead, she tilted her head to the side and asked, “Will you talk to me like that again if I do?” Surprising both Harry and herself with a flirtatious smirk. He raised a brow at her and unabashedly scrolled his eyes down to her now clenched thighs. Oh.

“Don’t test me, baby,” he moved his hand from her chin to around her neck. He was cautious at first, testing the waters to make sure she was okay with that kind of touch.

“That only makes me want to do it even more,” she whispered. Harry softly groaned and squeezed his hand around her neck once.

“Naughty,” he muttered before connecting their lips. He hummed at the taste of chicken lo mein along her tongue. “You’re not as shy as you display yourself, huh?”

She shrugged, “I’m not comfortable with people like I am with you, that’s all.”

He smiled genuinely, “Well, I’m glad I pushed my way into your inner circle then.” Y/N tossed her head back to laugh. It was true, he did invite himself wherever she was, just to be in her presence. She just eventually accepted it and started to like it a lot.

Harry went for his phone and scanned the text he received from Niall. Y/N leaned back into the couch and continued to eat her food, staying out of his business.

nialler: can you and y/n come to the house tmr? we’d like to meet her properly

Harry hesitated an answer, his brows furrowing at the screen. He muttered incoherent words under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

Y/N trailed a finger up his exposed spine to the nape of his neck before massaging the spot. Harry moaned softly and relaxed into her gesture.

“What’s wrong?” She asked before planting a simple kiss on his shoulder blade. He glanced an eye at her and frowned.

“They want us to come over tomorrow so they can meet you,” he motioned to Niall’s text.

“Oh,” she said, biting her lip anxiously. “Are we going to go?” She looked at Harry. He chuckled and leaned back against the couch so he could look over at her.

“That’s for you to decide, baby. Do you want to?”

Y/N played with her chopsticks in her food and thought at about it. She wasn’t sure they’d ever want to meet her after what supposedly happened with Harry at the restaurant. She thought they’d be too disappointed to see them together.

“Why all of a sudden they want to meet me?” She asked. Harry shrugged and decided to figure that out for himself.

harold: why? why should i even let you guys in her presence after what you all said?

nialler: we want to apologize to the both of you

Y/N read over his response with her chin on Harry’s shoulder and frowned again.

“What are you thinking, baby?” He noticed her reaction in worry.

“I don’t know, honestly,” she switched her lips side to side. Harry nodded and ran his hand along her thigh. He let her think about it for a moment while he turned his head to kiss her cheek.

“I can go alone and see what they really want.”

Y/N suddenly felt odd. Weak. Like her voice was slowly crumbling in her throat. She knew she was going to be uncomfortable with meeting Harry’s friends, but now apologizing and circling her with pity attention was added into the mix. It itches her again.

But she wanted to try.

“No, I’ll go. We’ll go,” she nodded, motioning for Harry to answer Niall back. He hesitated his fingers, watching Y/N shift in her spot and bite the inside of her cheek.

He sighed and kissed her. “Stop.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Y/N—“

“Harry.”

He hmphed a frown at her, but she kept her face hard to hide her doubts. If he stared at her any longer, she’d break.

“Stop it, I can see right through you,” Harry held her cheek and ran his thumb over her lips.

“You’re bossy, you stop,” she counterargued.

“Because you’re fucking stubborn,” he dryly laughed.

Y/N rolled her eyes and flicked his temple. “I’m not scared of them.”

“Never said you were.”

“You’re thinking it.”

“How do you know that?” He raised a challenging brow. Y/N sniffled a laugh as she grabbed Harry’s face with her hands and brought his forehead to hers, widening her eyes at him.

She hummed first, before whispering, “I can see your thoughts, Harold. I’m psychic.”

“I bet you are, baby,” he laughed, “but I don’t think you’re scared. You don’t want all their attention, I get it.”

“I’ll get over it, just text Niall back,” she groaned, letting him go so she could fall into the couch. Her legs spread over his lap as she lengthened along the cushions and laid her head on the armrest.

Harry bit his lip in thought and stared down at her. She blinked and smiled.

“Fine,” he sighed and texted Niall back.

harold: sure, we’ll be there after y/n’s class in the morning

nialler: okay, see you guys then

Harry waited for Y/N in the parking lot at the building of her class. When she opened the door and found him by his car, she waved and made her way over. He smiled widely and stood upright.

“Hey, hot stuff,” he smirked, grasping her jaw and kissing her quickly. She squeaked within it before giggling against his lips. “How was class?”

Y/N glanced around, wondering if anyone caught their slight intimacy. “Great, actually.” Harry wrapped a tight arm around her shoulder and brought her hair to his lips to kiss as he walked them to the passenger side of his car.

“I like the sound of that. Tell me everything,” he said, opening the door and squeezing her hip as she stepped up into the seat. He took her backpack from her and held the handle so it fell by his side.

“There isn’t much to tell,” she chuckled, buckling her seatbelt.

Harry smiled and patted her thigh. “There always is, you just don’t like to tell me.”

“No one ever wanted to know about my day in details, so I never tried to remember anything,” she shrugged. “I don’t like talking much anyways.”

“Are you sure?” He lifted a teasing brow, “because you had a lot to say about Chris Hemsworth when we were watching Thor.”

Y/N laughed and threw her hands up in defense. “You can’t blame me for that. When that shirt comes off, I can’t stop the thoughts from coming out of my mouth.”

“Thanks for the confidence boost, baby.”

“No problem, muffin,” she exclaimed, ignoring his dramatic huff as he shut her door.

Harry drove Y/N to the frat house, but decided to take a few wrong turns so he could have some alone time with her. They talked about a variety of things that made Y/N forget about their destination until he pulled up to the frat house.

When he parked, he turned his body to face her and leaned his elbow on the center console. He tilted his head slightly and smiled. “Ready?”

Y/N nodded, not trusting her voice to not come out as a whisper.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” She raised her brows.

He closed the distance between them until their noses touched. He listened to the sweet sound of her laugh as he wiggled his nose to tickle hers.

“There’s my girl,” he cooed. “We got this. Just gonna listen to what they have to say then we can go wherever you want. Me and you.” He watched her eyes light up at the suggestion.

She nodded and softly thanked him.

Harry got out and ran to her side to help her down, before they walked up to the house hand-in-hand.

The door was unlocked, like it always was, for some reason, and Harry entered first, complaining about the stench that swarmed the air as a way to announce his presence. Y/N took a step to the side, standing mostly behind Harry, switching so that both of their left hands were holding each other together, while her other gripped his hip.

Harry looked behind him and gave his girlfriend a concerned look.

“I’m fine,” she answered his question before he could even get it out.

“Why—“

“I’m not behind you, I’m southwest of you. There’s a difference,” she pinched his hip and giggled softly. Harry rolled his eyes and squeezed their interlocked hands.

Just then, multiple footsteps grew louder from every direction. From the stairwell, the kitchen, the bathroom, the game room, and the hallway to the downstairs bedrooms.

Y/N cleared her throat and dropped her tense shoulders. Niall was the first to speak as they all darted their eyes to the couple standing at the front door. “Why isn’t it the lovebirds of the hour?”

“Of all time,” Harry corrected him. Sage, Tyler, Flynn, and Isaiah came up behind Niall with neutral looks on their faces. Y/N’s eyes fell to the stained rug as the tension pointed directly at her. “Baby?” Harry whispered, shaking their shared hands.

“Let’s move this to the living room, my feet are killing me,” Flynn complained, falling against Tyler’s back. The boys agreed and turned away in that direction. Harry waited a moment, feeling Y/N’s grip on his shirt loosen, something she hadn’t notice she was doing until she felt the strain in her hand.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, letting him go completely and shaking her body subtly. She hugged herself and followed Harry’s roommates to the living room.

“Hey,” he tugged her back to his chest. “Are you okay?” He asked, pushing her hair away from her face so he could see her side profile.

She hummed and continued to follow the others. Harry shook his head at his stubborn girlfriend, knowing he wasn’t going to get anything out of her anymore. She wore her mask and smiled confidently.

It’s just Harry’s friends, she thought.

The conversation was awkward at first with the boys admitting what they had actually said the previous night about her. Y/N gave Harry a dark look and punched him in the shoulder, earning cheers all around. But then, she simply shrugged their confessions off and easily forgave them. They all exchanged confused looks, like they expected her to hold some sort of burden.

Each of them went around to formally introduce themselves, and Y/N did the same. She grew a liking to Sage and Niall the most because of how genuine they were about accepting the real her; quiet, simple, and all. They were very adjustable and wanted to be that way. She was pretty cool, they thought.

Harry asked Y/N if she was ready to go, but they all complained that they should stay a little longer, hoping to squeeze in a movie and snacks.

“We were going to watch The Greatest Showman because we caught Isaiah singing the songs earlier,” Sage pointed at his friend.

“What I sing in my room is none of your business, Sage,” He scoffed, leaning across Flynn to smack him. Sage caught his hand and they ended up in a short wrestling match because Flynn twisted their ears to get them to stop.

“Idiots,” He grumbled. Y/N smiled softly and received a squeeze to her thigh from Harry. She looked over at him and snuggled closer into his side. They were alone on the loveseat, trying to hide their small acts of affection from the boys. Harry tried his best not to kiss her, but her lips were begging him to, so he kept his eyes anywhere but there.

“I don’t mind, I guess,” She shrugged. “I love The Greatest Showman, but probably not as much as Isaiah,” She teased with her eyes just on Harry for approval that it was funny. He chuckled, but the others roared in laughter. She furrowed her brows at them, surprised by that reaction.

“We’ll stay,” Harry nodded.

Niall and Tyler shot up from their spots to grab Harry from Y/N and dragged him off the loveseat. “Alright, break it up,” Niall announced. Y/N moved away to the other armrest, creating a distance from whatever they were roughly doing to Harry.

“You’re on snack duty, Styles. That’s what you get for not showing up to the last few movies,” Tyler demanded, pushing Harry into the kitchen. He definitely needed Niall’s help because Harry was built on pure muscle.

He met eyes with Y/N and sighed. She bit her lip to laugh and cuddled herself to warm up.

“Assholes,” He muttered, punching his friend’s before allowing them to shove him into their unnecessarily large pantry.

“We need chips, candy, popcorn, sodas, and you know the rest,” Tyler counted on his fingers. “And made sure you get something separate for the lady. Wouldn’t want her to lose a finger because she tried to share chips with Sage.”

Y/N was comfortable, for the most part. She was okay with Harry’s friends, and they tried their best to make her okay with them.

Like Harry said, they had to get on her good side, so they wanted to make sure they got there.

#harrystyles #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x yn #harry styles fluff #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #college!harry #college harry styles #quiet!yn #harry styles boyfriend

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theapangea · 10 months

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Night Out

Chapter: Girls Night Out Pt.1

Pairing/Characters: Steve Harrington x Reader, Nancy, Robin, Max, Eleven

Summary: You and Steve have been dancing around each other for sometime now, neither of you wanting to make the first move. All your friends decide it is finally time for you both to confess your feelings.

A/N: This is probably my fav piece of writing to date so hope you enjoy! Read Boys Night out Part 1 first!!

*Also posted on AO3: Theapangea*

Part 3

Tick tock

The faint clicking sound of the slow moving clock above the door echoes within your body. Your eyes follow as the seconds hand makes its way around the face of the clock. Your heart beat mimicking each second that passes by, each second slower than the last. Your shift crawling to the end of the hour as you bite your cuticles to the bed, anxiously waiting for it to be over.

The clock was crawling closer and closer and closer to 6pm, the end of your shift. The smell of freedom was inching its way to you. You could almost feel the sign of relief when you will be off of work.

The drowning sound of Robin’s voice following you around the store for the last two hours fades as she continues to talk about this week’s crush. This interaction feeling move like torture that the shift itself. And as much as you love Robin and her daily word dumps, you couldn’t help but not want to listen today.

Pushing yourself off of your elbows and making your way to the opposite side of the counter. Leaving Robin to finish her monologue by herself.

She watches as you grab the last stack of VHS tapes that need to be returned to their place on the shelf. Her gaze follows as you make your way slowly around the small store, half-assing the shelving job knowing she will have to fix all your mistakes when you leave.

Step by step. One foot in front of the other. Dragging out the simple task of your simple job. Continuing to watch the clock as you pace your movements to match the speed of the endless dial.

12 minutes 43 seconds left

12 minutes 42 seconds left

12 minutes 41 seconds left

Your eyes only leave the countdown to follow the trail of movies on the floor that lead directly to the two girls gushing over some guy on the cover of one of them. “Don’t you two have somewhere better to be?” Pushing some of the movies with your shoe to see their selection. A quiet groan exits your mouth, one that only you would be able to hear, as you realize you will have to be the one to pick up their mess.

“Nope.” Max and Eleven say in unison as they stare up at you towering over them. Their ear to ear grin engulfing their faces.

You loudly groan now, letting them know of your distaste for what they are doing and this conversation.

“What about hanging out with your little boyfriends ?” You speak as if you are talking to a small child, kneeling down to be eye level with them on the floor. Max rolling her eyes at your remark as you continue, “I mean come on - Friday night and you two are here?”

“You’re here.” El speaks before tearing a piece of licorice with her mouth. Her comment is not meant to be a jab at you but you couldn’t help to think that Max’s sarcasm is starting to rub off of her.

“That’s because I’m forced to be here.” You specify slowly, picking up a couple of movies that they have scattered on the floor before standing up again.

“Forced but loves every moment of it because I’m here.” The voice says from behind you. Robin chiming in as she swings her arm over your shoulder.

And she was right. You love Robin, loving hanging out with her and love having shifts with her. But today was just too long and it felt like the rest of your life was waiting for you outside those glass doors that keep you prisoner to the capitalist society that you are forced to participate in as Robin would put it.

“Besides,” You shrug her off nonchalantly, “I’ve got plans later.”

“You never have plans.” Robin points out as you walk back to the center counter, the three girls following behind. All of them exchange the same curious expression of what could possibly be happening tonight.

“Well I do tonight.”

Making your way around the counter to organize the various sets of movies that you had picked up into their designated genre piles. The three girls stay on the other side, playing the part of the anxious audience waiting at the edge of their seats for your next act to begin.

“Where are you going?” El asks, resting her head on her hands. Her palms pushing her cheeks and lips together into a make-shift fish face.

Your eyes glance quickly at the clock above their heads.

9 minutes 23 seconds left

You ponder the question for a moment, wondering if you should even share the information with them. You knew they wouldn’t understand why you are going to this stupid function. But maybe this was supposed to be how you ended your final month in high school. Maybe this was supposed to be the big event that happens before you graduate.

“Jason Carver’s party.” You feel as if you have to force the words out of your month.

And then you wait.

“Why?” Robin questions, you can hear the disgust tones as she drags out the word.

And there it is.

This is exactly why you didn’t want to say anything. None of them exactly like Jason and why you should have kept your mouth shut in the first place.

At that moment you didn’t have an answer for Robin. At least not a good answer. At least one that she wouldn’t instantly dismiss knowing that you were lying. High school was ending, if everything went according to plan you would be out of this small town sooner rather than later and at this moment you wanted to be young and dumb. You wanted to go to this high school party just to say that you went. Just to experience the adoslance stupidity and underage drinking one last time. Trying to savor whatever distaste you had for the town of Hawkins.

And maybe because if the basketball captain invites you to his party personally, you don’t just not go. You couldn’t bring yourself to tell her about some after school makeout sessions that you had with that specific basketball captain and that maybe you were hoping for it to develop into something more. But you couldn’t possibly let Robin know that you actually wanted to go to this party and that you and Nancy have basically been talking about it for the past two weeks.

You stumble over the words as your thoughts become jumbled. Not knowing exactly what to say that would satisfy Robin, knowing nothing will at this point.

Ding

All of your heads turn rapidly to see who has stepped into the retail space. The familiar girl with short brown hair coming to your rescue, saving you from the wrath that was Robin Buckley and her opinion.

“My savior.” The whine in your tone was obvious but you didn’t care. You were just happy that Nancy was here to take you away from this conversion and this shift.

A suspicious smile rests upon her face as she comes to the small circle that you and the girls have formed. “I know something you don’t know.” She practically sings, the smile growing wider as she spreads her fingers along the counter, leaning closer to you.

“What?” Not breaking eye contact hoping that she can give it away without verbally telling the rest of the group.

“It’s about a certain boy that you like.” Her smile becomes too much to bear for her small face. You can basically see that holding in this information was visibly painful to her.

“Nancy.” You whisper in a harsh tone, you don't want anyone to know about any crushes that you may or may not have. You could feel their glancing eyes as you and Nancy share your hushed exchange.

“What boy?” El’s sweet voice echoes.

Your eyes widen as you practically beg her to remain quiet. To shut up now and forever or else .

“A boy you know.” She says without breaking eye contact. Clearly she could tell you were bluffing as she knows you would never tell a soul about any of your private conversations. Obviously Nancy wasn’t always the best keeper of your secrets, especially when it came to spilling any crush that you may have. Her motives were more childish than sinister in nature.

“A boy I know…” El whispers to herself, trying to piece the puzzle together. Counting on her fingers all the boys she currently knows.

“It’s Steve duh.” Max interjects, lightly hitting El’s arm. El’s expression reliving as the mystery is finally solved.

You instantly object to the speculation, not saying anything that is remotely audible, but you can see Nancy shaking her head yes confirming Max’s answer.

“Wait, how do you know anything about that?” You wonder out loud.

“Dude everyone knows that you like Steve.” Max adds, pushing herself onto the top of the counter. “Plus, Robin told me.”

Head whipping towards Robin, her name falling from your lips as loudly as a scream.

“I’m sorry , she got it out of me.” Robin mumbles under her breath, throwing up her hands as her last defense. Knowing that telling Max would have come out sooner or later but she was just hoping that it was much much later.

“Well it doesn’t matter be-because I really du-don’t like, I-I don’t like St-” Stumbling over your words again, trying to gain any sense of confidence to defend yourself.

“Do you want to know what I know or not?” Nancy cuts your embarrassing ramble.

“Yes…” you groan knowing that none of the three girls listening intensely on the conversion are going to go away any time soon.

“Ok,” She begins, tucking her loose hair behind her ears. “I was going into the basement to tell Mike that he needed to empty the dishwasher because I did it last time and mom always asks me to do it even though Mike is perfectly capable-”

“Nanc, the news.” Interrupting her blabbering to get back on track.

“Right, right…so…as I was walking down the stairs to the basement, I overheard Steve, Mike, Dustin and Lucas talking about you .” Enunciating the last word. The melody swirls in your head as you can only hear the words ‘Steve’ and ‘talking about you’.

“Really?” Robin practically taking the word right out of your mouth. Her intonation more baffled than yours would have been. Almost as if she can’t believe that Steve would actually like you in return. A small roll of your eyes before landing back on Nancy.

You watch as Nancy nods her head signaling that her story was true. The corners of your lips slightly turn upwards when the image of Steve talking about you comes to mind. The way he would push his brown locks away from his face wondering if you actually liked him. The way his lips would speak your name into the universe, with tones of hopefulness and desire. Your name hanging onto his lips by a thread as he talks about his little crush that he has on you with the younger boys. All looking to him to set the example to go chase after the girl of his dreams.

“Well what did Steve say?” Robin questions as your mind runs loose. You’re incredibly thankful for her at this moment for being your voice as no words can make their way out of your dry throat.

“Well that was really all that I heard.” Nancy’s gaze shifts downwards as her hand falls onto yours, lightly running circles with her thumbs trying to comfort you in some way from across the counter. “I kind of ran back upstairs before I could hear the full conversion.”

“So no confirmation or anything?” Max feels a bit of an anticlimax with Nancy’s story. Though it was the best thing that has happened all day so she couldn’t complain much but still nothing like coming into the store with big news and it falls flat.

And there you were. Trapped in your own skin as your mind continues to race. Only this time the darkness begins to seep in as your heart comes crashing down from the high you were just having. Deep down inside you knew that Steve liking you was too good to be true. But there was still a sliver of hope that you tried so hard to hang onto.

Nancy studies your face as she can tell you are getting too into your head. Her hand squeezes yours to get your attention, “He could like you.” Hoping that her words would be the cure to the wash of sadness that has overtaken you.

“You don’t know that.” Your voice cracking as it feels like your world begins to break. Steve now knows that you like like him and you have no idea how he feels or what he is doing.

“Why don’t you go ask him?” The soft voice speaks again, El’s bright eyes full of a small dose of hope.

Robin practically screams with excitement over El's comment, “El’s right. He’s at Nancy’s house right now. You could tell him how you feel.” Her hands tightly wrapped around yours and Nancy’s arms, shaking them frantically.

“And say what exactly?” Trying to clarify what exactly this group wants you to do. Trying to understand how they think this is a good situation.

“Hey I like you, do you like me, like’s makeout.” Max says so casually while picking at the sole of her shoe.

Nancy interjects before you get a chance to speak, “You’re coming over to my house anyways so what’s the harm?”

“The harm is that he could totally reject me to my face and then I would die.” You try to explain to her but it feels as if none of them are listening. None of them are understanding how this could possibly ruin your whole life. If Steve doesn't end up liking you then the next few months are going to be absolute disaster.

“ It’s now or never.” Nancy emphasizes every syllable . “You can’t avoid him forever.”

“Yeah, don’t you open with him tomorrow.” Robins addition hitting you like a semi-truck. This whole day and conversion totally making you forget that you would have to come face to face with him tomorrow morning. Feeling as if you don’t make the confession tonight than it will be ten times more awkward in the morning.

The loud sound of air being pushed through your nose, nothing making you relax as the anxiety begins to build as you look back up at the ticking clock.

2 minutes 15 seconds left

2 minutes 14 seconds left

Only this time, you didn’t want the time to run out. You didn’t want your shift to end anymore.

“Besides,” Nancy begins, her delicate voice lacing around each spoken word, “if he’s not at the house then we just go to the party like planned, right?”

Shaking your head in agreement as there was no going back in time to redo this day. There is no way you can avoid Steve forever is this God forsaken small town.

Nobody said anything after that. It was almost as if the room grew colder. The small glances that were being exchanged between the small group of girls trying to come up with any sort of plan other than just simply confessing was zero to none. Obviously you were going to think of the worst possible scenario because if Steve really doesn't like you then maybe it will hurt less. You know that's not true but you try with every ounce of you body to convince yourself that it is.

You grab your coat and purse from the back and follow Nancy outside the glass doors that once kept you safe from the impending doom that is this night.

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I'll post part 3 this weekend!! Hope you are liking the story. Thank you for reading and I love YOU!!!

Tags: @orphic-musings @shireentapestry

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #Steve Harrington series #stranger things fanfiction #Steve Harrington #stranger things steve #stranger things #reader insert #nancy wheeler #robin buckely #max mayfield #eleven

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lowtaperfeyd · 1 month

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Hi there!! I’m so excited to see that you have Dune requests open! 😊

Could I make a request for Gurney x fem!reader? I was thinking something angsty with her being either an Atreides or a member of the bene gesserit who is close to Jessica, and she’s forced into marriage with another. (probably more angst for Gurney if it’s to Feyd or another Harkonnen) angst to fluff or just angst, up to you!

Many thanks If you accept this! 😊

Sinking Ship, Abandon Ship

Gurney Halleck x Atreides!reader

author's note: I really hope you enjoy this one, because writing it was incredibly fun and entertaining!

(not beta read, we die like feyd-rautha)

warnings: mentions of death, a lot of angst, duke leto being an awful brother, house harkonnen.

wc: 978

The romance between Gurney Halleck and the Duke’s sister, (Y/N), developed slowly over time. The two who have been around each for decades, since before politics really mattered.

“You wanted to see me brother?” Questioned (Y/N) as she walked into Leto’s office on Caladan.

“Yes I did (Y/N), take a seat.” He said anxiously, like he didn’t know what to say or expect.

“Is there something going on? You made this seem quite serious. You’re even pacing now.” She said, worried about her older brother, “this isn’t going to affect us going to Arrakis, right?”

“This isn’t going to affect us going to Arrakis.” Leto said slowly.

“Well that's a good thing, isn’t it? We leave in a few weeks and stay there to collect spice and try to converse with the Fremen.”

The Duke interrupted her, “(Y/N) it affects you going.”

“Well tell me what's going on!” The sister retorted to her brother, annoyed that he wasn’t telling her things.

“In order for us to have a certain amount of ‘safety’ on Arrakis, I have decided it is best if you marry the Baron’s eldest nephew. In order for this to happen, you need to leave tomorrow.”

“Oh.” she whispered as a pinching feeling settled deep into her chest.

“Oh!” he said, upset, “That's all you're going to say!”

“I mean what else is there to say!” She said as the tears began to fall down her face, “I’m leaving my family! my home!” The person I love! She thought afterwards.

“I had no choice (Y/N)! It was this or the fact that Harkonnens may try to kill us on Arrakis!” He shouted

“So you’re going to have me die at the hands of them!” She yelled back at him, “I’m just a sacrifice for you!”

“You’re not a sacrifice!”

“You’re right!” she hysterically shouted back, “I’m a lamb to the slaughter! A sacrifice would have more honor!”

“(Y/N) listen to me!” Leto shouted to her. But it was too late, she had turned her back and started walking away.

“Fuck off, Leto!”

(Y/N) began to walk the expansive halls of Castle Caladan. Walking past the paintings of her ancestors who once ruled the same planet she is leaving. The ancestors who had their own problems when they were alive. But those problems were solved by means of negotiation, not marrying off their younger sister. She continued to aimlessly plod around with tears running down her face. But, any guards who passed her didn’t say anything to her. Instead they went straight to Gurney Halleck.

After about half an hour of wandering, (Y/N) was leaning against the balcony railing; that gave a spectacular view of the setting sun and its light that reflected off the dazzling ocean waves. The tears in her eyes had subsided and were now replaced with untimed sniffles. She thought about the days that were easier. How she would frolic with her brother when they were younger, along the rolling hills. Her and Gurney’s late night walks when they couldn’t sleep from plagues infecting their dreams. The walks which ended with small, sweet kisses and long hugs goodbye, before they returned to their own quarters.

“The guards told me you were crying.” Gurney deadpanned, “if I am correct you just had a meeting with the Duke, is everything alright?”

He began walking to where (Y/N) was standing near the railing.

“Everything is fine, for everyone else,” said with a sad chuckle, “but for us, it’s a boat that's sinking and we can’t repair the hole.”

He placed a hand on her back, “Why, what’s going on?” he said, concerned.

“The Duke is sending me off to marry a count.” (Y/N) muttered.

“Which count?” Gurney said, trying to figure out a way to mend the situation. Thinking that if it was one he knew, he could make a compromise.

“Count Glossu Rabban, of House Harkonnen.”

Gurney’s vision turned red. He could not believe the duke, the man who knew that the Harkonnens do not like the Atreides, would marry off his sister to a husband who would be cruel.

“Why!” He said, before calming down so as to not yell at her, “Why is he doing this?”

“Something to do with the safety of everyone else on Arrakis, I’m a form of collateral.”

“So he's shipping you off to Harkonnen bastards!” He asserted, “Men who would kill you if you stepped out of line.”

“I didn’t have a choice, Gurney…” She disclosed as more tears started to roll down her cheeks.

“Well I have something to say, (Y/N), I’m not letting them take you away from me.” He said with venom in his voice. Before shifting to a softer tone, “I’m not letting them take anything else from me…”

“There’s nothing you can do, my dear.” (Y/N) commented, finally realizing what was going to happen to her.

“Then, when do you leave?” Gurney responded as he turned around.

“Tomorrow morning.”

“Then I still have a night with you, we still have a couple of hours.” Gurney proposed, “You’re not gone yet.”

“No, I’m not.”

The final hours Gurney and (Y/N) had very little talking. Moving into her bedroom to cry more and reminisce about what they had. How they had taken their freedom for granted.

“Years ago, If you asked me to marry you, then we wouldn’t be here right.” (Y/N) whispered as she laid on her bed with her head on Gurney’s chest.

“Years ago, if I knew you wanted to get married, I would’ve bought a ring.” Gurney added.

That would be the last thing they said to each other before (Y/N) had to leave. Both of them too hurt by the Duke’s actions to say anything else. And a mutual feeling of betrayal by him too.

#dune x reader #dune #dune 2021 #gurney halleck x reader #gurney halleck #leto atreides #gurney halleck angst

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sw33t-d1vine · 1 year

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Hello!! I'm sorry for the spam, ur work is just so frickin comforting :]

Do you think you could maybe do a fic of Springtrap comforting the reader when they have trouble with their ADHD, specifically the stutter it gives them, or the pacing? (I have ADHD and these are things I specifically deal with (⁠;⁠ŏ⁠﹏⁠ŏ⁠) )

If not is 100% fine, I hope you have an amazing week, and keep doin what ya love!! :D

“ You’re all I want ”

Springtrap x GN!reader

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You’re getting frustrated due to your stuttering, thinking its annoying. Springtrap reassures you it’s alright and to continue talking.

( A/N ) hi lovely tysm for requesting !! this is adorable , i too also have a stutter so this was fun to write !!

Springtrap loved listening to you talk. You would rant and go on about your interests and other things you liked talking about.

He picked up how you always had a hard time speaking, stumbling over words and stuttering, but he never asked about it. You had eventually told him though and mentioned how you had ADHD.

He was patient with you, letting you take your time and find your words. He didn’t mind at all. Everyone has difficulties with some things, yours so happens to be stuttering. It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t control it though, it just happens.

Currently, the two of you were together, you rambling and pacing around and Springtrap listening.

You had started to stutter over your words, making you furrow your eyebrows and frown as you talked. You were getting frustrated, stopping for a moment to take a deep breath, before continuing.

Springtrap hummed watching as you walked around and talked. Again, you started to stutter over more words, before groaning and crossing your arms. “I’m sorry- This is probably annoying you..” You stuttered and frowned down at Springtrap, who looked like he wasn’t bothered at all.

“none sense, dear. It isn’t annoying at all. How about you come sit down instead. Perhaps that will help?” Springtrap suggested. You slowly nodded and sat down in front of him. “A-Are you sure it isn’t annoying..? It must be hard trying to understand me..” You muttered, staring down at the ground below you.

Springtrap let out a hum, “I’m sure, darling. I promise you I am not annoyed with it. I know you can’t help it, so take your time, alright?” He rested a hand on your knee for reassurance.

You only nodded again, giving him a small smile. “..Okay.. thank you, Spring. That means a lot.. Just- It gets annoying sometimes and- I just wish I could control it.” You sighed.

“Don’t worry about it darling, how about you go back to talking about your interest, yes? You were getting to a very interesting part, I’d like to hear more.” Springtrap spoke, making your smile grow and nodding.

The two of you sat together, you continuing to talk and him listening. You could never annoy him..

#fnaf #springtrap #william afton #william afton x reader #five nights at freddys #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #springtrap x reader #five nights at freddy's

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Tinderbox (30/12/23)

I did end up waking up super early (on accident) and watching this episode but I decided not to post my review until after it had been on TV. I've really got to start getting into writing my essays now cause I have less than two weeks even with the deadline extension but I can manage to spend 12 straight hours thinking about writing it (rotating Casualty in my microwave brain) and not even realise I've done it until my mum's alarm goes off.

Well, it was an episode, wasn't it? Sometimes Casualty gives us masterpieces of television (cough Switzerland) and sometimes Casualty gives us "what the fuck was that?" (cough Too Much, Too Young - that was a very mixed Saturday) and Tinderbox was, at least for me, pretty much in the middle. I guess I wasn't as invested as I could've been cause there wasn’t much of my faves, I'd probably be more positive if we had more of them.

Pretty busy and all over the place episode but that’s to be expected at the start of a miniseries, I guess.

Stevie my beloved, she was great in this one. Elinor Lawless is very talented!! This has got me looking forward to her own storyline even more.

I know Ryan was unpopular but I loved him as a problematic little bitch character. Shows like this sometimes need a Ryan to cause problems for everyone and he served his purpose. Like, he is terrible but it was amusing to have a terrible member of the predominantly very sweet baby nurse quartet. I’ll miss him, honestly. I don’t imagine he’ll come back since there’s a new new (I still think of the baby nurses as new) nurse joining next week.

I made this last night, he didn’t actually die but I still think it’s funny:

I really liked that final shot of Jodie, Rida and Cam together but, to quote my mum as it happened, “I feel like all three of them have wanted Ryan to get beaten up at least once before”.

I love a good family storyline, especially when the family has multiple members in the main cast cause I think it allows for more development of the relationship (gestures wildly at Jan and Teddy), and Max and Jodie were great today. Loved all their interactions. Especially loved their conversation about Max’s kidney failure and especially “I wouldn’t allow it, even if you wanted to.” “Which I don’t.” “Well at least we agree on one thing” and “I’m sorry I’m not what you expected” (!!!!!!!!!!). I think they’re more similar than either of them realises, and I love that kind of dynamic - in both my ‘main fandoms’ my favourite characters are girls whose relationships with their fathers could be described as “I’m nothing like my dad (I’m just acting exactly like him)”. There’s definitely examples of that in this episode but back in Driving Force I remember a scene where Dylan tells them that neither of them should be treating Max’s mum and they both stand there looking at him with the same expression.

I expected that knowing the Teddy infidelity arc will happen would affect how I watch the show and when Paige and Jodie were treating the same patient I was 👁️👁️ the whole time. Whatever, I’ll get over it (hhhhhhh).

Sah was in this but so barely that the credits didn’t actually include Arin, which is weird to me.

I will say I think Casualty has been on weird pacing recently. I’d blame the miniseries format but it feels like there has been some storylines that are too long-running without saying anything new (FAITH) and other ones that get dropped too quickly without enough time to actually go into the ideas they implied were happening.

I think it was a good start to the new series but I would’ve liked them to cut the Faith stuff and have something actually happening with the paramedics instead.

Yes, I know complaining about Faith is beating a dead horse. However, in continuing to write her and this storyline, the writers have invented a dead horse beating machine to keep beating the dead horse perpetually. It goes on endlessly and has absolutely nothing new to say. And while some storylines have been getting these rushed and incomplete conclusions, Casualty had an opportunity to give the Faith storyline a conclusion with her going to rehab and staying there and then they didn’t. Tired of it. Also, not to be mean to the presumably overwhelmed Holby HR department but why would they ask Faith of Drug Theft Fame to come back??? This is why your hospital is like this, your hiring practices are terrible.

#cas ep: tinderbox #bbc casualty #casualty #shoelace fandom #stevie nash #ryan firth #jodie whyte #max cristie #eh vaguely:#teddy gowan #sah brockner #paige allcott #as always #anti faith cadogan

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lacunafiction · 1 year

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(Yes, I made a special header that doesn’t relate to TFS’s emblems because today is Friday the 13th. XD)

Progress Update: January 13th 2023

TFS: Book One Masterpost (Reblogs are appreciated!) | TFS Patreon

Hi Everyone!

I hope you’re doing well 💚

It’s extremely fitting to have a weekly update on one of the Friday 13ths within this year given TFS’s slow-build horror themes and the total number of chapters in Book One. That was an intentional choice! This number is sometimes associated with creepy things from the eerie clock in the Haunted Mansion attractions to the Friday the 13th slasher series and so on. 🔪🐈⬛

It’s been just over a week since Book One’s release. I’m so grateful for all of your support during the wait and now that you all finally have a chance to experience the full story. TFS: Book One is live on all available platforms. I was always curious, possibly a bit anxious, about how the different stores would work, like if Steam would let it unlock earlier or later than let’s say the Google Play Store offering it. (I realized that they probably all wouldn’t unlock at a synchronized time.) It’s well past the release date and everything went smoothly!

I’m still kind of taking things in right now after waiting and hoping. TFS made its debut to the public in June 2021 with the release of the first demo (containing the first three chapters). I submitted Book One on June 17th 2022, and then it was a matter of being patient for the Hosted Games queue until January 5th 2023. We all waited together for only 18 months.

I hope to keep up this rigorous pace with your continued support.

To see Book One released to the public is both exciting and nerve-wracking, so I’ve been taking a little break from writing on Book Two during the release until everything sinks in before shifting back to prepping for it. That being said, I am eagerly working on Patreon content. Some of you may have seen January’s Content Schedule, if not you can use the link to the page. I’ve been patiently waiting to share so many ideas on there that it’s been fun deciding the topics.

Aside from processing my ~emotions~, I’ll be working on future content, replying to Patreon emails about character portraits, answering questions, and, of course, continuing to prep for Book Two’s chapters. (The sheer amount of variables from Book One means I made a spreadsheet, lol. 📊 You might have a guess about the scope if you’ve finished a playthrough, or you will experience the butterfly effect in the future. Each chapter gets its own sheet of variables I can call-on or trigger.)

Again, a huge thank you to each of you who found TFS and stayed with me through this process! A gentle reminder about please leaving a review/rating, if you’re enjoying the game, but most importantly, I’m wishing you all the very best! 🥰

#fernweh saga #interactive fiction #who do queue think you are?#progress updates #weekly updates #(really it's a progress update but that is my old tag; i will eventually need to edit them to be all progress updates. hmm...)#thank you all for your support and kindness! 💚

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supertrxshwrites · 4 months

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Maneater pt. 2

Jason Todd x Reader

( I might write a short to end this better but uuuh yeah here’s pt.2 sorry in advance for spelling errors I did NOT proofread this…Oh uh I’m tagging you bc I saw your comment on pt. 1 @justyouraveragekleemain )

TW// blood mention, wound, cut,

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“Fuck, me” you say as Jason speeds off into the night,rain sprinkles down leaving small droplets on your arms before its pace picks up and it starts to pour.

You trot back up the stairs to grab your helmet and purse before walking to the closest bus stop, your wait wasn’t too long when you heard the creak of the bus coming to a halt, the hiss of the doors opening takes you back to your high school days. You shake the thought away before stepping onto the bus, you dig through your wallet practically blowing dust off your bus card praying there’s enough on it. You swipe it and the driver nods his head in approval for you to take a seat, the fluorescent lights shining down on the dark blue plastic of the seats. There’s a few people on but you can tell it’s nearing the end of the line, older men with brown paper bags hugging what’s probably a 40oz beer, a woman with two sleeping children and what looks like grocery bags. Only a sight you’d catch on public transit, people from different walks of life in one place. You catch the bus driver looking at you through the mirror, a bit annoyed that you haven’t picked a seat yet, you quickly choose one scooching close to the window sighing as the rain makes a pitter patter sound against the glass. As the bus moves you feel a headache coming on as you start to think about the events of the nights gala experience. You never saw Jason as anything romantically, he’s been your best friend forever and you assumed that he just felt the same way. Once the bus comes to a stop near your apartment you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, you grab your purse and helmet and step off before crossing the street to your apartment complex. You walk through the parking lot and take the elevator to your floor and finally make it to your door a deep sigh leaving your lungs the second you turn the key in the lock. You throw the helmet on your couch and practically run to your room falling face first into the mattress.

“What the fuck” you say voice muffled from the pillows. You roll over to check your phone to see if maybe Jason has texted you, but there’s nothing.

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About a week goes by since you’ve seen Jason. Not a text, a call or even a knock on your door. You had been blowing him up but not a single answer.

“Whatever” you say to yourself quietly in your empty apartment as you plop down onto the couch to watch some corny show.

That’s when you hear a light tapping sound. The first time you heard it you shrugged it off and continued the show you were watching, but then you heard it a second time which made you nervous. You got up and slowly crept towards your bedroom hoping that it was just rain on the window and you could return to watching TV.

You hear a slight thud on the window followed by a streaking noise. You inhale sharply as you finally have a full view of the fire-escape window in your bed room. The glass is foggy and all that you can make out is the shadow of a person which makes you even more nervous. A pang of nausea hitting your stomach, you step closer and that’s when your heart begins to pound.

“ what the fuck?!” The breathe you sucked in earlier spilling out of you like a balloon. You shuffle over to the window pushing it up and before you can react. The figure falls over onto the floor knocking things over in the process.

“ Hnn..took you long enough..fuu..ck” he says between wheezes

Your eyes widen as you finally collect your thoughts as to what’s unraveling in front of you.

“JASON?!” you say in a confused tone.

“Floors so cold…hnn and soothing” he wheezes out before rolling over slowly, blood spilling from his torso.

You drop to your knees next him.

“YOURE BLEEDING!” Panic settles into every nerve in your body as you try to pull Jason’s massive frame from the floor. Your mind is racing, you hadn’t heard from him in days and now he’s the fucking Red Hood bleeding all over your floor and bedroom?!

“Y/n..” he mutters your name before you continue to drag him to your chair in the living room. His wheeze becoming most prominent when he tries to speak. You shush him for a moment before pressing your temples with your eyes clothes.

“I need a moment” you take a deep breathe before you pull your hair up and grab your first aid kit.

“Look I’m not great at this Jason I’ve never had to patch or sew anyone up before.”

Your eyes dart at every part of him before you sit between his legs and situate your self so you’re able to tend to his wounds without leaning on him too much.

“What the fuck is your problem?!” You snap at him as you help him out of his dirty brown leather jacket and lift his shirt up.

“I-“

“No Jason don’t speak!” You say putting your gloved index finger up

“You take me to a gala! You leave me to find your dad and then embarrass me only to leave me there?!” You say as you dab his cuts with alcohol a wince slipping from his lips.

“And-and- then you ignore me?!” You say angrily as you begin to apply bandages.

“Jesus Christ…can you..shut up!” He says cutting you off through gritted teeth.

“I needed time to think about what I wanted to say to you. How I wanted to apologize about how I acted at the gala-“ he says before the tilting his head back and whimpering in pain.

Your mouth hangs open surprised at his words. You weren’t expecting this from him, you didn’t even consider that he’d apologize for what happened at the gala.

“I..Jay..” you stammer as you close the first aid kit and dispose of your gloves and any dirty tools. For a while you both sit in silence, the soft hum of your fan rotating echoing through your apartment.

“You’re my best friend Y/N, I wanted to tell you about me being Red Hood…then the gala happened and I was so mad-“

You look at him before sucking in a deep breath.

“Jason…it’s fine..yeah I’m worried about you being a vigilante but there’s worse things” you laugh a bit as you shrug

“Wow..um you took this better than I thought you would.” He laughs a bit before wincing.

You check the time before getting up to grab a few blankets and pillows. You make up the couch for him and you sit down and pat the spot next to you. He gets up using the chair to steady himself before sitting next to you.

“Jason…” you pause for a moment before you continue his green eyes have your full attention.

“I have always loved you. You have and will always be my first love Jay..I never wanted to say it because I was afraid you’d run away or I’d ruin it some how if I ever said anything. S’why I always settled for shitty guys I guess”

You feel the words pouring out of you like vomit, your stomach flipping as you confess. He lets out a breathy laugh as he leans closer, he brushes some of your hair away before cupping your face a soft smile forming on his face. His thumb softly caressing your cheek, you feel a chill down your spine at the contact, goosebumps appearing on your arms.

“Can I?” He asks softly as he leans closer.

You nod with a smile before Jason closes the gap between you two.

You feel your body enveloping in warmth as he kisses you. Your heart flutters as each second passes, when he pulls away it feels like two magnets being pulled apart.

“I love you too, Y/N”

#supes writes #jason todd x reader #supertrxshwrites #supes speaks #jason todd #dc comics #batfam #headcannons #jason todd x black!reader #Maneater

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vintagepresley · 1 year

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68′ Comeback Special.... Part 8 (After the special)

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 10,276 words

Warning: 18+ SMUTSMUTSMUT Tons of fluff, talks of pregnancy, mention of sleeping pills, shower sex (elvis uses the shower head to play with your clit), fingering, handjob, rough sex, rough choking, cursing, dirty talk, praise, a bit of a mommy kink sprinkled in for elvis, typical elvis stuff.

Author’s Notes: IT’S FINALLY HERE. Sorry, it took a bit longer than usual for me to write this one, I had serious writer’s block like mid way into the story, lol. But this one got lot of interesting things going on especially for what’s to come in the last two chapters. But we’ve got a good amount of fluff and smut in this one! Prepare yourselves for the ending, it’ll probably make you tear up, I know I got a little emotional writing it. Anyway, I hope you guys love it! Spelling errors possible!!!

For my darling, I love you, and I always will…

The silence still looming over the two of you after you finally revealed your secret to Elvis, you were trying to get a read on his face he looked a bit stunned. “Um, I’m sorry, what did ya say?” he said needing just to hear it one more time just to make sure he heard you correctly. “I’m pregnant…” you muttered once again. You watched as he quickly put out his cigar and sat up in the bed rather quickly. “W-When? H-H… D-Did you just find this out today???” he said fumbling over his words. You shook your head slowly as you sat up now as well. “No… I’ve known for a few weeks now.” You said softly. “Weeks?? Baby, we’ve been talkin’ on the phone every day. Why didn’t ‘cha say somethin’?” he asked. “You had a lot of things happening already, I didn’t want to add more to it.” You uttered. You could see from the boyish grin on his face that he was so happy and excited already, but somehow you didn’t feel the same. You felt unsure of the whole thing.

You watched as Elvis shot up from the bed and went to grab his robe, wrapping himself in it and he came back pacing back and forth excitedly and going on about how happy his dad was going to be. Then he sat back down next to you, his whole body was fidgeting and shaking. “Oh, man.. This is… J-Just wait till I tell the guys!” He said happily. He got up once again pacing and he was honestly making you a bit anxious because he was all over the place. Your heart was breaking though because he was so excited and for some reason you just couldn’t feel the same. “Elvis.” you said softly, but he continued to ramble happily. “Elvis!” you shouted out to him, snapping him out of it. “Yeah, baby?” he said with a smile. “Can you please sit down; you’re making me nervous. “Oh, yeah, I guess I got overexcited.” He smiled, sitting back down on the bed next to you. You grabbed a hold of his hands, staring at him with a small smile.

“I love how excited and happy you are, honey. I do, but we need to talk about this. I-I don’t know if I’m ready for this.” You say, watching that happy boyish smile of his slowly disappear, the sight of it breaking your heart more. He nodded slowly. “I-I-I understand, honey. I mean, did you want to get rid of it? He said with a hint of sadness in his voice. You let out a soft sigh. “I don’t know. I just don’t know what to do. I think I just need a little time to think about it. But I just wanted to tell you.” You say. “Whatever you decide I’ll be here to support you. I-I can maybe ask Dr. Nick if he knows any doctors we can speak with if you choose to get rid of it.” He nodded as he spoke softly. “Thank you, honey. I just need a few days to think about this.” You say, leaning over toward him and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He returned your kiss with a small smile, he wouldn’t say this out loud to you, but he was hoping that you’d decide to keep the baby. But he was going to support you no matter what. He knew that there would be some judgement with the two of you not being married, but he didn’t care. This was everything he’s been wanting. But he wasn’t going to let himself get too excited until he knew what you decided on, but as much as he tried to hide it, he was a little upset about the fact you’d even consider getting rid of it.

You tried to change the subject now because the sadness on his face was making you feel so bad for not being just as excited. You curled up next to him, pulling the blankets over you and pressing a kiss to his cheek as you cuddled into his side, he smiled a bit as he looked down at you. “When time are your shows tomorrow?” you asked quietly. “I’ve got a dinner and a midnight show tomorrow.” He responded, wrapping his arms around you as he leaned back against the headboard of the bed. “Maybe we can spend some time together in the morning?” you said, smiling up at him. He nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “What did ya have in mind, darlin’?” he said softly. “Just something simple, we can have breakfast together, maybe watch a little tv.” You smiled, you honestly didn’t care what you did, you just wanted to be with him.

He smiled with a nod. “That sounds nice, we can order up a ton of things for breakfast.” He said with a soft chuckle. You smiled at his words and then you watched him reach over into his bedside table, taking out some sleeping pills and you raised eyebrow at him. “We should get to sleep then.” He said softly. “Elvis, you don’t need to take those.” You said looking up at him. “Aw, hell, don’t start with that, baby. You know how bad my insomnia can be. These help me.” He said, shaking a couple pills out into his hand and offering you one. You shook your head at his offer. He shrugged, closing the bottle, and shoving it back in the bedside table, he got up from the bed and grabbed the cup that sat on his bedside table walked into the bathroom, popping the pills into his mouth, turning the bathroom sink and filling the cup up and drinking some of the water, swallowing the pills down. You let out a soft sigh, knowing that he wouldn’t be awake for much longer and you wanted to spend a little more time talking to him, because you knew he’d probably wake up late tomorrow and your time together would be cut short.

He got back into bed with you, setting the cup down, climbing underneath the blankets as he laid down and you scooted back over to him, lying beside him, wrapping your arm around his abdomen, and resting your head against his chest, staring up at him, you felt his arm drape around you. “Will you be up before noon, Elvis?” you asked. “Mhm…” he mumbled out, you were already losing him to his slumber as his pills slowly took effect. “You promise?” you muttered softly. “P-Promise, baby..” he mumbled softly, brushing his hand lightly over your arm, closing his eyes. As you laid there against him you started to hear him snore, you traced your fingers lightly over his chest as you listened to him sleep, draping your leg over his as you cuddled against him, you laid awake for a few hours just thinking about what you were going to do about the pregnancy, the excitement on Elvis’ face that replayed in your mind after you told him, which made you smile to yourself. You let out a soft sigh and knew if you kept thinking about this, you’d get no sleep, so you shook off the feelings and you carefully reached over to his bedside table, deciding to take one of his sleeping pills, reaching over for his water and taking a sip, swallowing your pill down, resting comfortably against him again, eventually dozing off.

The morning had come quick and you had woken up still laying in Elvis’ arms who was still knocked out cold, you lifted your head a bit and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek as he snored away, you carefully slipped yourself out of his arms, a chill coming over your naked body from the coldness of the room, you slipped into the bathroom grabbing a robe and slipping it on and tying it closed, you came back into the bedroom that was a complete mess after yesterday’s dramatics, you picked up Elvis’ watch that sat on the bedside table, checking the time and seeing that it was 10:30am. You glanced down at Elvis, hoping he would wake up soon so you could spend some time together. But you decide to order breakfast for the both of you since you were quite hungry and craving an assortment of things. You quietly walked out of the bedroom into the main part of the suite, grabbing the phone and calling down for room service, once someone answered you ordered Elvis some bacon and eggs with side of potatoes and a pot of coffee. Then for yourself you ordered some chocolate chip pancakes with eggs, a side fruit and some orange juice. You couldn’t decide on just getting one thing and your appetite was slowly changing. Once they said the food would be up shortly, you thanked them and hung up.

You walked back into the bedroom and climbing into bed with Elvis, gently shaking him to wake up. “Elvis.. Elvis, honey…” you said softly. He let out soft groan turning over in his sleep, you continued to try to wake him up, it was always a process to get him up in the mornings. You eventually gave up and decided to wait until he got himself up. You climbed off the bed and headed back into the main suite, shutting the bedroom door. You decided to call Jerry and Sandy’s room, hoping to speak with Sandy and updating her on the whole pregnancy debacle. The line shrilled for a few moments until you heard the line click and Sandy’s voice on the other end. “Hello?” “Sandy! Just the person I was trying to reach.” You said softly with a laugh. “Hi, y/n! I’ve been meaning to call you, I’m sorry for telling Jerry.” She says. “It’s alright, if there’s anyone other than Elvis, I’d want to know it’s you and Jerry. Speaking of… I finally told him last night.” You say quietly. “Oh my gosh, how did it go?” she says curiously. “Pretty much how I expected, he was excited. But I had to tell him that I wasn’t sure if I wanted this yet. He didn’t take that too well, but he understands. So, he’s leaving it up to me to decide on what to do. Y’know keeping it or… the other option.” You mumbled.

“Have you decided on what to do?” she asks. “I-I don’t know. Part of me wants to keep it especially with seeing how happy he was, but the other part of me is like are you really ready for that kind of responsibility and the changes that’ll come.” You say letting out a soft sigh. You suddenly hear a bit of commotion coming the bedroom, assuming Elvis was getting up. “I’ve gotta go. I think Elvis is awake, I’ll talk to you later.” You whispered over the phone. “Talk to you later.” She said and you both hung up the phone. You made your way into the bedroom to see Elvis was out of bed, but you could hear him in the bathroom, so you waited for him to come out and once he did, he was smiling at you. “I wasn’t expecting you to be awake yet, honey.” You said softly, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, hugging his waist. You stared up at him with a grin. He smiled, wrapping an arm around you, and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I promised ya I’d be up before noon, didn’t I?” he said playfully. You nodded with a smile. “I ordered us some breakfast.” You say, pulling away from him, but holding onto his hand. “Thank goodness, I’m starvin’.” He said with a grin.

You tugged at him gently, leading him into the main part of his suite and you let go of his hand, walking over to the record player, looking through some of his records, he walked up behind you, and you felt his arms wrapping around your waist, one of his hands gently rubbing over your stomach, you quickly turned around his arms, you didn’t want him getting attached the life inside of you until you made your decision, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders with a smile. “Can you pick something for us to listen to? You asked him sweetly. He leaned down pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “Of course, baby. I have a song I want you to listen to, I’ve been thinking about including it in my shows.” He nodded with a smile. “Really? I’d love to hear it! What’s it called?” you grinned up at him. “Just Pretend.” He smiled. “Hm.. Sounds interesting.” You giggled. You heard a knock at the door, kissed his cheek and pulled away, knowing it was probably the food, as you were answering the door, he was finding the demo he had recorded of the song, you thanked the bellhop and then started wheeling the tray over to the dining room table and began to set the table for you both.

Elvis had put the record on, and you heard the softness of his voice ringing out through the speakers, it sounded beautiful, it brought a smile to your face, you always loved when he sang ballads, he just had the voice for them. Once you finished setting the table you turned to face him, and he was already walking in your direction. “Whatdaya think, honey? Be honest with me.” he said as he sat down at the table, you poured him a cup of coffee and you sat down next to him, smiling. “I love it, Elvis. Your voice sounds incredible, but then again it always does. The lyrics and the melody are amazing. It’s perfect for your voice. It’s a really beautiful song.” You say with a smile. “You think so?” he says with a grin. You nodded with a smile. “You should add it to the show.” You say, as you cover pancakes in syrup. “Maybe.” He says, taking a sip of his coffee and took a few bites of his food. He glanced over at the stack of chocolate chip pancakes on your plate. “Can I try some?” he said with smile. “Elvis, you’re allergic to chocolate, aren’t you?.” You say with a soft laugh. “I get a little puffy, it’s fine. Just a few bites.” He says. You rolled your eyes at him, cutting a few pieces off for him and then feeding them to him, he chewed happily giving you a wink.

You giggled softly, it was moments like this with him that you enjoyed, there was something so sweet, and innocent about it. The side of him only you got see in private, the side you absolutely adored. He was like a little spoiled baby sometimes wanting to be taken care of and pampered, but sometimes it was something so simple like you feeding him. He grinned and started eating his own food now, you happily ate your pancakes. He was sipping his coffee and staring over at you he cleared his throat quietly. “So, the baby… I think we should talk about it.” he says. You looked over at him, shaking your head. “Elvis, please... I don’t want to talk about that right now.” You say softly. “P-Part of me hopes you keep it, honey.” He says quietly. You let out a soft sigh at his words, setting down your fork and now you weren’t even looking at him. “And if I decided to get rid of it? Will you hate me? Resent me?” you blurted out, peering up at him.

“What? Baby, of course not.” He said as he reached over to take your hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. “Look at me, little…” he said softly. You slowly raised your head up and now you were staring into his blue eyes. “Nothing, I mean nothing... Could ever make me feel that way toward you, baby. I will respect anything you decide. But can I ask something?” he says. You nod your head slowly, listening to him intently. “What is it that has you unsure or afraid?” he asks curiously.

You let out a sharp exhale. “Everything. Things will change if I have this baby. I fear things between us will change. Seeing how well your show went last night and you doing more and probably going on tour, how’s that all going to work?” you say softly. “Don’t be silly, little one. Nothin’ is going to change between us, and you shouldn’t worry about all that. You’d both be well taken care of even if I am away for a bit.” He says bringing your hand up to his lips, pressing small kisses to it. “Elvis… I’m not worried about you taking care of us. I know you will. I’m just worried about you not finding me attractive anymore.” You said with a small pout. He furrowed his brow a bit at your words, shaking his head, patted his lap and gestured for you to come to him. “C’mere, little girl.” He said softly. You slowly got up from your chair and you walked over to him, sitting down on his lap and settling yourself there, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you stared at him with the same small pout. He slipped an arm around your waist and then brought his other hand up to your face, resting his index finger beneath your chin. “I am always going to find you attractive, hell… I can’t keep my hands off ya and that’s not going to change if you have a baby.” He said softly, learning up to press a loving kiss to your lips. “You’re beautiful. You’ll always be beautiful. My sweet girl.” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to your lips.

Your pout turned into a smile, and you could feel yourself blushing at his words, returning each of his loving kisses. “You mean that, Elvis?” you purred softly against his lips. “Mhm..” he mumbled, capturing your lips in another kiss and then you felt him lifting you into his arms as he jumped up out of his chair, you let out a soft squeal, clinging to him tighter. “Elvis!” you giggled. He grinned walking you over to the couch and gently laying you down, you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him walk over to the record player to put on a record by The Ink Spots and you smiled to yourself, while some of the music he chose was rather old, it was quite romantic. He walked back over the couch with a grin, and he climbed on top of you, the weight of his body against your own only furthered your desire for him more, you brought your hands up to his face, your fingertips lightly caressing his cheeks as your eyes studied every part of his face, your eyes meeting and gazing into one another’s as the music played softly in the background. It all felt like something out of a movie. You didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as you loved him. How could I possibly get rid of this baby? There’s no way… He’d be such a wonderful father…Before your mind could even continue to drift off further, Elvis’ lips were against yours, kissing you passionately, your hands moved to rest on his shoulders, as you kissed him back a soft sound escaping you as you kissed, your legs moving to wrap around his waist.

His soft lips trailing down your chin and down to your neck, the feeling of his soft kisses against your skin causing a slight shiver to run throughout your body, you watched as he slowly opened your robe, revealing your breasts and he slowly kissed down to them, you let out a gasp when you felt his lips kiss over them and gazed lightly over your nipples, his lips were giving your breasts extra attention that it caused a soft whimper to escape you, you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted him to kiss every single part of your body with those beautiful soft lips, and without even realizing it the words, “More…More…” escaped your lips in a whisper. The more he opened your robe the further he kissed down your body. Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door, but Elvis completely ignored it, continuing to tease your body with his kisses, so you also ignored it. But then the knock happened again, it just happened to be Joe and his knock was louder this time as he heard the music coming from inside. “EP. The Colonel wants to see you.” Joe shouted. You both let out an annoyed groan, knowing that he was going to have to answer it. “I’ll make him go away, baby.” He mumbled, pecking your lips softly before he got up off the couch, fixing his robe.

You let out a soft sigh, as he went to answer the door you sat up, closing your robe and fixing your hair, staring over in his direction as he and Joe conversated among themselves about something you couldn’t make out and once he had gotten rid of him and closed the door, he turned around and letting out a sigh as he shook his head. “Something the matter, honey?” you asked. “The Colonel just wants to see me in his office is all.” He says. You got up from the couch and walked over to him, taking his hands into yours and you pouted playfully. “Right now?” you say softly. He nodded and a small “Mhm.” Escaping him and he leaned down pressing several kisses to your lips. “But I’m not done playing with you, little one.” He mumbled and started walking to the bedroom, guiding you with him and you let out a soft giggle as you followed and he led you into the bathroom with him, starting the shower for the two of you.

Elvis had turned his attention to you, pulling you close to him by the front of your robe and ever so slowly untying it, you stared up at him as you bit down on your bottom lip, his hands pushing the fabric of the robe down your shoulders until it slipped off your frame and into a puddle on the floor, you stood completely naked in front of him, something that still made you super shy because of the way he always looked at you, like he was looking at you for the first time, every time. He stepped closer to you, his hands running along every curve of your body, his lips pressing gently against your cheek. You inhaled sharply from his gentle touching and kisses, he pulled back and took his robe off and it falling to the ground beside your own. “C’mon..” he said softly, grabbing a hold of your hand and leading you into the steaming shower, the warmth of the water raining down onto your bodies, soaking your hair. You felt Elvis grab your waist and he turned you around your back facing him, now he was pressing his body up against yours, you could feel his cock growing hard against your ass, and you let out a soft noise.

He had one arm wrapped around your waist and then with his other hand he ran it gently over your breasts, pressing small kisses to the back of your neck and down your shoulder blade, you leaned into him, wanting to just melt right into his arms. He grabbed the bar of soap and began to run it over your body slowly, causing suds to form on your body, you watched his hand move over every inch of your body with the soap, he was being so delicate, gentle and a bit of a tease, you watched as his hand moved between your thighs, you chewed at the inside of your cheek, feeling his hand so close to the heat between your legs, so desperate for his touch as you always were. You felt his hand move away and he was putting the soap down and now he was reaching up for the shower head that was removable, a playful grin on his lips as he brought it down between your legs, the pressure from the water hitting against your thigh made your body jolt slightly and then he parted your legs a bit further, changing the setting on the shower head as he aimed it directly onto your clit, your body shivered instantly at the sensation, squirming in his arms as a soft whimper escaped you.

His lips were hovering against your skin, sucking gently at the nape of your neck, the pressure of the water against your clit causing such friction and a sensation you had never felt before, you were moaning softly, your toes curling against the bathtub floor, your right hand reaching back to grab his cock, wrapping your hand around it and slowly pumping it in your hand, he let out a soft groan against your neck. He reached over and switched the water temperature to cold, the sudden change sent your body quivering all over and wanting to close your legs around the shower head, but he wouldn’t allow it, he propped your leg up, having your foot resting against the brim of the bathtub, your moans only growing louder, your head tilting back against his chest, your eyes rolling back as your hand continued to pump his cock at a swift and steady pace. Elvis kissed up to your ear slowly a smirk on his lips. “I want you to finger yourself for me, little one...” he mumbled between his groans.

You raised an eyebrow at his words, tilting your head to look at him with your usual innocent look. He placed his hand over yours, sliding your hand down between your legs. “Do it…” he whispered demandingly. You nodded your head slowly at his demands, you felt him grab two of your fingers and he forced them into you, you squirmed in his arms, letting out a louder moan. The intensity of the water against your clit and your fingers inside of you made everything even more pleasurable, all the while you were still pumping his cock in your hand, hearing his groans vibrating against your skin. You started to finger yourself using slow movements and you watched as he switched the temperature of the water back to hot, you let out a small squeal the sudden change of temperature only made you more sensitive to his little game, but the feeling was completely euphoric and erotic in the way that he was able to make your body feel this way. You began to pump your fingers a bit steadier inside your pussy, you could feel just how wet he had made you become, your eyes were rolling back as you felt him change up the setting on the shower head, this time the water was hitting your clit in a more intense way, he started moving the shower head up and down, letting the pressure of the water tease your clit, you didn’t know much longer you’d be able to take of this. You knew if he kept this up, you’d be cumming in a matter of minutes.

“E-Elvis… I-I want you inside of me..” you mumbled out breathlessly. It caused a smirk to form on his lips, he shook his head slowly. “Mm.. We don’t have time, little one… But I’m gonna make you cum for me.” He whispered in your ear. You let out a small whimper at his words, your body completely at his mercy begging for him to give you what you want. He reached down to remove your fingers from your pussy and shoved two of his long fingers inside of you, you felt yourself clench around them, you tightened your grip a bit on his cock, stroking him slow and long, feeling him throbbing in your hand, only furthering the sounds that escaped him to grow louder. He was moving the showerhead back and forth against you, the water hitting against your clit in rhythm along with his fingers that were deep inside of you, curling in such a way that they hit the spots that you loved. Your breathing was becoming heavy, the stimulation of the water and his fingers caused so much tension to grow within you that could feel your orgasm building, aching to be released.

You felt his lips against your shoulder, pressing light kisses as he kept up the tempo that he was playing with your body, while your hand continued to stroke and pump his cock at a quicker pace, the noises escaping the both of you only growing louder as you both approached your orgasms, you felt your body tense up, your toes curling against the tub, your free hand reaching up to claw at the shower curtain as you mumbled out the words, “Fuck, Elvis...” between each moan, your legs trembling as you felt yourself finally let go and cum all over his fingers. Elvis’ groans muffled against your skin, and you suddenly felt the warmth of his cum squirting out against your ass and he let out a soft, “Mm..” against your ear, dropping the showerhead and slowly pulling his fingers out of you, a quiet whimper escaping your lips at the feeling and you leaned against him as you tried to compose yourself, you felt his arms wrapping around your waist and you tilted your head up to look back at him, reaching you’re a hand up to place on the back of his head, lightly running your fingers through his hair.

He leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips with a smirk and then he turned you around to face him, you stared up at him with a big smile, tracing your hand gently against his abdomen. “Well… That was different...” you said softly with a giggle. He grinned and nodded his head slowly. “Mhm…” he said teasingly. You bit down on your bottom lip a sly smirk on your face, and you bent down to put the showerhead where it belongs. “After your shows tonight, maybe I’ll reward you.” You say, reaching down to graze your hand over his cock. “Mm.. I’ll be thinking about that all day now…” he muttered, smirking. “I hope the very thought of it gets you hard on stage.” You cooed, licking your lips. “Fuck… You’re such a tease, baby.” He growled. “Mhm.. Well, you better hurry up for your meeting with the Colonel!” You say with a smirk, kissing his cheek softly before stepping out of the shower, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it tightly around your body, walking back into the bedroom and proceeding to search for an outfit to wear.

Once you found an outfit you were satisfied with you sat at the vanity to do your makeup as usual and not doing too much or too little, once you finished you got up and removed your towel and began to get dressed, you decided on a dark brown mini skirt giving it some flair by adding a chain tassel belt and then you paired the skirt with a green tank top, tucking it into the skirt. As for jewelry you added an arm cuff to your right arm and simple necklace to match and some of earrings, as you were finishing up you hear Elvis finishing up with his shower and moments later, he comes out in his robe and you smile at him, giving him a twirl. “What do you think of my outfit for tonight, honey?” you say happily. He chuckles softly as he gives your outfit a glance. “You look like a hippie.” He says with a smirk, shaking his head. “You don’t like it?” you say with a playful pout. He walks over to you, wrapping an arm around your waist, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I like it, baby.” He said with a grin, kissing your forehead once again before pulling away and getting dressed. You smiled at his words, sitting down on the bed, leaning back on your elbows as you watched him get ready. “What do you plan on doing until tonight, baby?” he asked giving you a glance with a smile as he continued to get dressed. “Besides waiting around all day until I see you tonight?” you laughed softly. “Don’t get cute.” He said rolling his eyes playfully.

You laughed softly and then you shrugged. “I don’t know, why?” you asked curiously. “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to come down to rehearsals, it’d be nice to have you there.” He smiled as he went over to the mirror at the vanity to start fixing his hair. “Yes, I’d love to!” you beamed, staring at him as he fixed his hair in the mirror, your eyes slowly looking over his outfit, he looked handsome but that wasn’t surprising wearing a long-sleeved blue striped shirt with most of it unbuttoned revealing his chest, with a pair of black pants and one of his flashy big belts to go along with it. You loved watching him get ready, he always had sort of a routine, there was no doubt that he was very humble, but there was always a bit of vanity in him, especially when it came to his appearance. You smiled as you watched him grab your eyeliner, you climbed off the bed and walked over to him. “Sit down, baby.” You say softly, taking the eyeliner from his hands, he raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smile on his lips as he sat down in the chair. “What are you doing?” he asked as you climbed into his lap. “I want to help you with your eyeliner.” You say with a smile, holding his face still with your other hand as you slowly and carefully began to do his eye makeup for him.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he sat still for you. You smiled at him as you continued to do his eyeliner. Once you were done you put down the eyeliner and then grabbed the mascara and began to put a bit on his lashes the way he liked, gently caressing his face with your other hand. “You’re so beautiful.” You mumbled softly. He laughed not knowing how to respond to that, you knew he wouldn’t be able to take what you said seriously, but it was true. He had a face like no other, every curve, every line was just perfect. Simply Beautiful. Once you were done you climbed off his lap and standing back to look at your work and then you leaned down, cupping his face in your hands and then kissing his lips softly. “All done.” You mumbled against them. He turned to look in the mirror, checking himself out as he smiled. “It looks good... Hell, better than when I do it.” He said with a soft chuckle.

You smiled at his words, reaching over to fix the collar of his shirt as you smoothed it out a bit, staring up at him and catching a glimpse of his cute smile. “Will you be going to rehearsals after you meet with the Colonel?” you asked. He nodded, slipping an arm around your waist. “I’ll have one of the guys come up and get ya, honey. I’m really excited for you to come and introduce you to everyone.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to see my handsome man at work.” You said with a giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. He chuckled at your words, returning your kiss. "I better go before the Colonel comes down here lookin’ for me.” He said rolling his eyes. “Yeah, we don’t need that…” you laughed as you watched Elvis grab a pair of his glasses, slipping them on and then he grabbed your hand leading you back out of the bedroom with him to walk him to the door. “Whatever this meeting is it shouldn’t be long. So, someone should be up soon to get ya, darlin’.” He said, opening the door to the suite, and you saw Joe and Sonny standing out in the hall waiting for him. You nodded at his words, leaning up to place a quick kiss to his cheek and you watched as he left with the two men, shutting the door.

You let out a soft happy sigh, you were so excited to see Elvis rehearse because it would be a first for you to see him truly in his element of creating the beautiful music he sings. You walked back over to the table where your breakfast still sat, and you picked over the food a bit as you ate some of it. You glanced down at your stomach, giving this whole baby thing another thought. Elvis made all your insecurities go away and part of you was starting to consider motherhood even though that still scared you, because what did you know about being a mother. You were still a baby yourself, that’s how Elvis treated you and made you feel, and you knew that the thought that was running through your head right now sounded ridiculous, but you didn’t want to share Elvis with anyone, not even with a baby. You were his baby. It was such childish way of thinking, it’s just how you felt. But you couldn’t stop picturing the excited expression on his face last night from news and how cute he was being that he literally couldn’t sit still. Maybe having a baby won’t be the worst thing to happen... This was going to be one of the hardest decisions of your life, but a decision had to be made soon before it became too late to get rid of it, but you shook off the thoughts not wanting to think about that right now and you started cleaning up, that was always a good distraction for you.

Meanwhile Elvis was in the Colonel’s office where they were discussing what was to come next and possible touring dates, unfortunately not overseas like Elvis wanted, but an American tour, he also gets news that the international hotel and the Colonel had drawn up a contract with Elvis playing at the hotel for a month out of year for the next 5 years, Elvis didn’t really like that because this wasn’t supposed to be a permanent thing, but he wasn’t one to argue when it came to the Colonel and business because he always ensured him that it’s good money and that it would not come to any cost to them. Elvis hesitantly agreed only because the promise of a tour. Even though it wasn’t everything he had wanted he was excited nonetheless because he just wanted to perform and do the thing, he loved the most and he figured he’d be doing that, might as well enjoy it. He couldn’t wait to tell you the news, once he left the Colonel’s office, he asked Joe to go back to his suite and bring you down to where he was rehearsing, he and Sonny headed down as Joe went to get you.

You had the suite a bit tidy now even trying to clean up the mess you and Elvis had made in the bedroom, doing your best to make it a bit easier on housekeeping. You heard a knock at the door, and you stopped what you were doing and went to answer it, smiling when you see its Joe. “Hey, Y/N, Elvis is wants me to bring you down now.” He said with a smile. “Okay, did his meeting the Colonel go well?” you asked as you grabbed your purse and headed out of the suite with him. “Well, he didn’t come out yelling. So, that was a good sign.” He laughed. You let out a soft chuckle. “That is a good sign, so he’ll be in good spirits.” You smiled as you both stepped onto the elevator and Joe pushed the button to the floor you were going to. “How’s Joanie doing? I didn’t get a chance to see her last night.” You say trying to make small talk. “She’s good. You’ll probably get a chance to see her tonight after the first show.” He nodded with a smile. You smiled and as soon as the elevator doors opened you both headed out and you followed behind Joe, you could hear the faint sounds of music playing and Elvis’ voice harmonizing along which brought a big smile to your face as you got more excited.

As you both approached the door to the rehearsal room, Joe opened the door for you and you walked inside everyone suddenly stopped what they were doing, you stood there fidgeting with your hands nervously and Elvis turned around and smiled widely when he saw you, he came waltzing over to you happily as if he didn’t just see you like an hour ago, which you thought was cute, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tight. You returned his loving hug, inhaling his scent as you nuzzled your face into his chest a bit before he pulled away. “I’m so happy you’re here, I also have some news to share. But we’ll talk about that later, little.” He said. “Oh? I hope it’s good news!” you beamed. “It is, honey. C’mon, I wanna introduce ya to everyone.” He said, grabbing a hold of your hand and you couldn’t help but laugh, sometimes it felt like he was showing you off more than really introducing you to people. He led you over to everyone and made introductions with all of them, it felt like a whole new world with him in this element. Once he finished introducing you to everyone it felt like your head was spinning.

You watched as he went and grabbed you a chair, setting it off to the side so you could have the best view of everything, especially him. “Sit here, honey. N-Now I’ll want your honest opinion on some of these songs.” He said. You sat down, smiling up at him as you nodded. “I promise to give my honest opinion.” You laughed softly, knowing not to be too honest you did that once before and his anger got the better of him. You knew how things worked with Elvis, he wanted you to be honest but not to the point of embarrassing him or making him think you know better than him when it came to music. You watched him walk back to his seat and you were so excited that you could hardly sit still, you knew what a perfectionist he was especially when he’d play his demos for you and he’d still find something wrong even though it sounded perfect. So you weren’t sure what to expect from the rehearsal.

But the first song they began to play was Words by The Bee Gees, a song that was rather slow, but the way Elvis sang it gave it a faster tempo, and it was more upbeat. You were always amazed at how he was able to make songs sound so different that you completely forget what the original song even sounded like. You couldn’t stop smiling just watching him doing what he did best, what made him happy. It was fascinating to see how well of an ear he had for music the littlest mistake he could hear. It wasn’t all work and seriousness, they all made jokes and horsed around, especially with Elvis changing the lyrics to the songs and making them dirty. He then went into singing ‘Mary in the Morning’ and changing the name from Mary to Y/N, he was grinning over at you with that cheeky look of his as he sang directly to you, you couldn’t help but get shy and flustered. All the while thinking how sweet he was and the amount of love that you felt for him, he truly was the love of your life. No one else could make you feel the way he made you feel... Like a little girl and a woman all at the same time.

The rehearsals went on for another hour so until it was time for him and everyone to get ready for the first show, he came over to you with a wide smile. “What did you think?” he asked, placing a hand on your waist. “It was amazing, Elvis. Truly. I love seeing you do the thing you love. The songs are beautiful.” You smiled up at him. You swear you caught him almost blushing from your words, he leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “Thank you, baby. I’ll see you at the show, don’t you go leaving in the middle of it again.” He said jokingly. “I won’t.” you said with a smile, watching him leave with everyone else and then Jerry came over to escort you out and he took to where some of the other guys were with some of the wives as everyone waited until it was time to go in and get your seats. Sandy had spotted you when she had entered the room, kissed Jerry, and then made her way to you, plopping down on the couch beside you, grinning ear to ear.

“Soooo, any other news on the B-A-B-Y.” she whispered, it always made you laugh at how nosy Sandy could be sometimes and how she was always wanting to know the happenings of everything, but you enjoyed that about her. You glanced around not really wanting the others to hear. “No, I mean, we talked about it again because he insisted, he reassured me of some things I was worried about. So, I don’t know... I might keep it. I just know it’d break his heart if I didn’t. He didn’t say that, but I just know it would.” you said with a shrug, Sandy seemed like she was over the moon about the possibility of you keeping it. “I call dibs on being the godmother if you do. Wow, Elvis as a father... That’s hard to picture.” She whispered and you both laughed. “You’d definitely be a godmother. Yeah, he’d be a good father, though. It’d be just as spoiled as he is.” You laughed.

Jerry came over to you now and gestured for you to come with him because it was time for all of you to go in and Elvis had you sitting in the same booth as his father and Dee, so he’d be able to see you in the crowd. You all got up and you followed behind Jerry to your seat, thanking him. You watched as he showroom quickly began to fill and it seemed it was more packed than it was on the first night, which didn’t seem possible because yesterday was pure madness with the roaring and screaming of the crowd and it only got crazier tonight, with the women now trying to climb up onto the stage trying to steal a kiss from Elvis, you didn’t let your jealously get the better of you this time, because you knew he was only doing his job and feeding them this version of Elvis Presley. You made it through both shows surprisingly not tired at all with a small intermission in between the two, he was amazing as always, putting on the show of a lifetime and strutting around on stage with such confidence and breaking out into karate moves in between songs. He was a bit looser tonight and not as nervous, cracking jobs and making the crowd laugh.

The entire time you were watching him you just couldn’t get over the fact that he belonged to you, that you were the woman that got to be by his side, share a bed with and live with him. That you knew him better than all these other women thought they knew him. You were the luckiest girl in the world who was pregnant with his child who would be the luckiest kid in the world to have him as a father. Jerry had come to get you once the second show was ending and you assumed he was going to be bringing you backstage to Elvis, but that wasn’t the case. “Elvis wants me to bring you up to the suite, he said he’d be up shortly.” He said with a smile, you nodded, getting up and following Jerry to the elevator as you two made your way up to the suite. Before you went inside, you hugged Jerry and thanked him and then turned to walk inside of the suite, kicking off your shoes and dropping your purse and you walked over to the couch throwing yourself onto it and you laid there patiently waiting for the man of the hour.

Moments had passed and you heard the door opening, you propped yourself on your elbows, seeing Elvis walk through that door, still in his jumpsuit that hugged his body in a way that you loved, and he was still a bit sweaty. He came waltzing over to you with a smirk. “I see your already in a good position to give me my reward you promised.” He said with a chuckle. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. “Is sex always on your mind, Elvis?” you laughed. He chuckled at your words as he sat down on the edge of the couch beside you, combing his fingers through your hair as you stared up at him. “No, not always, but if you’re layin’ like this in that short skirt, it’s hard not to think about it. Plus, after a show I’m always a little revved up, honey.” He said with a smirk, leaning down to kiss your lips. “Speaking of what did you think of the show?” he asked curiously. You returned his kiss with a smile. “It was wonderful. I could tell you weren’t so nervous this time.” you said, reaching up to brush strands of his messy hair out of his face. “Thank you, baby, that means a lot.” He smiled, kissing your lips again and now he was getting up onto the couch and hovering above you and you placed your hand against his chest to stop him, not surprised that he was trying to jump your bones already after probably thinking about fucking you the entire time he was performing.

“Don’t you want to shower first?” you asked. “Why? Do I smell?” he asked with a laugh. “Of course not. But I’m sure you want to unwind.” You said with a smile. “Nah, honey, I’m all turned on from being out there and lookin’ at you the whole night.” He said with a grin. You giggled softly. “Mm, I’m sure.” you smirked, watching him eyeing your skirt. You reached down, tugging it up, revealing your panties that he wasted no time removing and tossing to the floor, he spread your legs wide open, moving in between them, you watched eagerly, biting your bottom lip. He really did look incredibly sexy after a show, you loved the sweat that dripped down his face and his hairy chest, the feeling of it against your skin when you made love, making you just as dirty and messy as he was. You snapped out of your daydreaming of Elvis fucking you, you lifted your shirt up over your head and tossing it to the floor and he smirked at the sight of you not wearing a bra. He reached down to unzip his suit enough to pull his cock out that was already growing hard in his hand.

You reached up wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down against you, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of you. “Take what’s yours, baby. Fuck your reward.” You mumbled against his ear, letting out a soft whimper against it. “Well, shit, keep talkin’ to me like that, baby.” He said with a smirk, teasing your wet pussy with the head of his cock, slapping it gently against your clit, you let out a soft moan against his ear. “Don’t tease me, Elvis.. I want you deep inside of me.” You mumbled. You could tell your dirty talk was sending him over the edge, because he was forcing his cock inside of you roughly, you cried out against his ear, whimpering softly. “Such a good boy, I want you to fuck me hard..” you cooed in his ear. “Fuck, I love you.” He said between his groans, picking up the pace rather quickly as his hips slammed into your own, forcing every inch of himself inside of you with each thrust he made, you held onto him, gripping the fabric of his jumpsuit as your moans grew louder.

“Y-Yes, baby, just like that…” you moaned out, tilting your head back against the couch as he fucked you with a roughness you never felt before, he grabbed a hold of your hips, holding you down on the couch as he fucked you mercilessly. You brought your hands down to your breasts, cupping them tightly in your hands as you arched your back, moaning out his name loudly and mumbling a few words after repeatedly, “You’re such a good boy...” which you knew he loved hearing, he got off on it. His rings on his hands were piercing your skin the tighter he gripped your waist, leaving bruises behind, his sweat dripping down onto your body, only furthering the pleasure that you felt, he was groaning loudly against your neck, breathing heavily, almost out of breath but he kept up the rough tempo and rhythm within you, it felt like he was destroying you from the inside, you grabbed one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat. “Choke me, Elvis… Don’t you dare hold back..” You whispered. You knew the high he was riding after his shows did things to him and you knew it’d be the perfect time to get him to be as rough as he can be.

He was shocked at your behavior, but he was loving every minute of it, he had to admit you kept things interesting each time you had sex. He never knew what to expect from you. He wrapped his hand around your throat tight and it happened to be the hand with the most rings on it, so the coldness from them sent shivers down your spine and you whimpered from the rough feeling of them and him tightening his grip around your throat, making it hard for you to breath, you gasped softly as your moans slipped out muffled and now you were rocking your hips along with his movements, tangling one of your hands in his hair and tugging at it roughly, the both of you moaning and making all sorts of noises as your bodies collided with one another roughly, your orgasms rapidly approaching, you both reaching that peak of pure bliss. “D-Don’t you let a drop of your cum spill out of me, baby..” your words coming out muffled as his hand was still wrapped tight around your throat.

That completely sent him into a frenzy when he heard those words and he felt his body completely tense up on him, making him lose control as he reached his orgasm, filling you up with his cum that came shooting out of him, your body shook beneath him when you felt him cum and that’s when your body finally gave in and you came all over his cock, holding onto his hand that was around your neck as the two of you road out your orgasms together until you came to a stop, he let go of your throat, pulling himself out of you and collapsing on top of you, his body weight heavy on you, as he laid his head on your chest, breathing so heavy he couldn’t even speak. You combed your fingers through hair delicately, as you tried to catch your breath, giggling to yourself because of how crazy you made him, you glanced down at him, hugging your body and nuzzling his face into your chest. “Goddamn, woman… You are dirty little girl.” He mumbled against you.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his words, shrugging. “It’s your fault, you bring those things out of me.” You grinned. He finally lifted his head up, kissing the small bruises he left behind on your neck and kissing up to your lips, you kissed him back softly. “I love you, Y/N. God do I love ya, baby.” he chuckled. “I love you too, Elvis.” You grinned, kissing his lips once more. “Now I can shower.” He laughed, sitting up and tucking himself back into his suit, but before he could get up, you pulled him back to you. “Wait, I want to tell you something, honey.” You said softly. “Okay, tell me what?” he asked, smiling at you. “I know I said I needed a few days, but I don’t think I do. I’ve decided on keeping the baby…” you say softly. You watched the same excited expression form on his face from last night. “Are you serious, honey?” he asked. “Yes, Elvis, I am.” You smiled at him. “Holy shit, this is actually happening… I-I’m going to be a father.” He said excitedly, you watched as he couldn’t sit still again, beaming with happiness, which only made you even happier. “Well, I guess now’s a good time then.” He said as he walked into the bedroom abruptly, you sat up now with a confused look on your face.

“A good time for what?” you shouted out to him; you could hear him fumbling around in the drawers of his bedside table. “Elvis?” you called out to him, wondering what he was talking about. Then you saw him reappear from the bedroom, his hand behind his back and you were staring at him with an eyebrow raised. “What’s going on? What is this a good time for?” you questioned him. He walked toward you now, standing directly in front of you and then you watched as he dropped down onto one knee, his hand emerging from his back in front of you, a small black box in the palm of his hand, he opened it slowly and you felt your heart drop to your stomach and a lump forming in your throat once you realized what he was doing, the ring was enormous, it had a huge diamond in the middle with smaller ones surrounding it. “E-Elvis…” you say softly, your eyes already welling up with tears. “Wait a minute, baby… Let me just say what I need to say to you.” He said with a smile.

You nodded at his words, trying your best to keep the tears from flowing as he took a hold of your hand, pressing several kisses against it. “I don’t even know where to begin when it comes to you, I love you so much, I think I’ve always loved you from the moment I saw you from that tiny stage at the special. The prettiest little girl in the crowd, starin’ at me with those innocent doe eyes of yours.” He chuckled and that caused you to giggle, he held your hand tight, and you could tell he was nervous because his hand was shaking. “I didn’t think I’d fall this hard, but here we are, gettin’ to know you this past year has been a dream. We fight like hell sometimes and you can be a bit overdramatic, but it only makes me fall for you more. You know me better than anymore, honestly. You listen to me better than anyone, understand me. I truly believe my mother would’ve loved you, I believe she sent you to me.” He says with a big smile, by this point the tears were streaming down your face and you were a crying mess, he reached up to wipe some of your tears away. You watched him take the ring out and set the small box aside and he grabbed your hand again, he stared up at you with his blue eyes that were so soft in this moment, you anxiously waited for him to say those four little words.

“Y/N, baby, will ya marry me?” he asked softly, slowly sliding the ring onto your finger, pressing another kiss to your hand. You couldn’t stop crying now, staring down at the ring at your finger and then back at him, you leaned forward, throwing your arms around him and hugging him tight. “Yes, yes, of course I’ll marry you!” you said, pulling back from him and planting a loving kiss to his lips as you cupped his face in your hands. “I love you so so much, Elvis. That was so beautiful.” You said sniffling softly, trying to stop yourself from crying. “You’re not marrying me just because I’m pregnant, are you?” you asked not wanting to ruin the moment, but you had to know. He laughed, shaking his head. “No, silly girl, I had planned on doing this for some time, just didn’t know when or how. But this moment just felt right, y’know?” he said with smile.

You nodded slowly, staring at the huge ring on your finger as you squealed with excitement. “This ring, Elvis... It’s stunning.” You said, kissing his lips again and he returned your kiss with a grin, pulling you into his arms so when he stood up, he lifted you up with him, wrapping your legs around his torso, and your arms snaked around his shoulders tight as he carried you, you beamed happily, kissing the side of his face repeatedly. “Only the best for my girl. Now lets go shower, little one.” He said, chuckling softly as he whisked you away into the bedroom with him.

“When you are not in love, you’re not alive…” - EP

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sorry if I missed anyone!

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rosecoloreddesire · 2 years

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Call Out My Name (Austin Butler)

Summary: Needy Austin has missed you while filming Elvis and only you know the way to make him feel better. And maybe because your manager is the best wing person ever.

Note: Hi y’all! I’ve got midterms rn so writing was a bit slower this week! Hope y’all enjoy this quick blurb! And I’m kinda struggling on ideas for part 3 of SDB :/ but I’ll let y’all have your fill of Austin ;) SMUT AHEAD!

“So how’s the filming going?”

“It would be going better if my gorgeous girlfriend would be here with me,” he chuckled into the phone softly. Your heart fluttered and you smiled to yourself,” C’mon, modelin’ all day in that gorgeous Prada…or Gucci....has got me missin’ you a whole lot, baby.” His southern drawl from playing Elvis still thick. You smiled as you continued your walk. You and Austin had been dating for a couple months now as you met at a party your friend had planned.

She brought a bunch of A listers and that’s where you saw Austin for the first time. He had his long hair yet and you curled your fingers in it immediately. He chuckled as you had sat next to him in the dimly lit penthouse.

“Oh wow, you’re Y/N! I just saw your cover piece on Vogue the other day! You looked amazing. I really love the whole vintage vibe you’ve got going on.” He smiled as you puckered your lips and placed a hand on under your chin.

“You flatter me, Mr. Butler,” he shook his head as he stared down at his drink,” now what’s a nice man like you doin’ sitting her all alone.” His eyes twinkled in the soft lighting as he blew out a smoke cloud.

“Um, I just auditioned for a movie a couple days ago and I haven’t heard nothin’ so I’m gettin’ a little nervous.” His hands moved with his slow pace of speech and you found yourself suddenly anchored to the cheap bar stool you found yourself sat upon.

“Hey, I bet you did great! I still get nervous getting gigs just for shooting commercials. I can’t imagine actual movies, ya know? What did you audition for?” You placed a hand on his arm, the heat between your two bodies seemingly stopped time around you as the party’s ramped up noise silenced all at once.

“Uh, Elvis. I auditioned to play him. Which, in hindsight, probably ain’t gonna be me but that’s alright.” Your eyes widened and you put a hand to your lips.

“I’m such a huge fan of Elvis! You know that Vogue cover you were talking about? Most of that was inspired by the whole Presley family! You’re kidding! That’s amazing! Honestly with the black hair I think you’d be a dead ringer, Austin.” Your skin began to heat up as he stared at you in bewilderment. You had just fangirled over Elvis Presley in front of *maybe* Elvis Presley reincarnated. You hid your face in your hands as his laugh was drowned out by the pulsing music in the room. He took one of your hands and laid a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“I don’t think I’m that nervous anymore, Y/N. I hope I do you proud.”

“Hey, you’ll survive a little time without me.” You giggled into the phone as you pulled an ID card out of your new purse. The security guard in front of you smiled, giving you a nod. You move the phone to your other ear as Austin continued to whine as you giggled.

“God, Y/N. Your manager sent me a picture of you in that outfit today and god I think they know what you do to me, gorgeous.” Once again you snicker as you place the ID card around your neck. You fiddle with it as you turn the doorknob slowly. The door reading Elvis Presley. He has your f/c scarf around his hand as he talks to you. His back facing you as you close the door.

“How about you stop playing with my scarf you stole and you play with me, Mister Butler?” His whole body tensed at your sultry voice. The dressing room phone was all but thrown out of his way as he strode toward you. His hand threading though your hair and pulling your head back. His teeth scrape against your throat as your hands drag down his chest. His desperation evident by his panting moans. Those lace shirts from him filming Elvis were really doing a number on you. And you think they’ve been doing a number on him as his nipples perk up at the small act of attention. He clears his throat as he breathily chuckles.

“You look fucking perfect.” His voice came out shaky as if he was trying to stop himself from ravishing you right then and there. He takes the faux fur coat that decorated your shoulders so he could take a quick minute to control himself.

“Mm, and I bet I look more perfect being fucked.” You whispered as he stared down at you, eyes darkening by the minute. Your hands intertwine at the nape of his neck and play with the back of his hair. The black strands of hair falling in front of his face as you winked.

“Dirty words, princess.”

“Only for you, baby.” A intercom call breaks the tension between you. Austin reluctantly lets go of you and you are fully aware of how heated your skin is. How wet you are. How fucking hot that jet black hair is as it drapes just perfectly against his forehead.

“Austin Butler to set. Beale Street Chase Scene,” you sit on the table right next to him as he stands in front of you,”Y/N L/N may come too.“ he smiled as you began to sit back in your dress showing that you had no panties. His voice caught in his throat as he tried to ignore the director’s many texts.

“Baby,” he whispered,” Yes, I got your message for rehearsal, Baz. I-“ Austin cleared his throat as you began to push the straps down on your top. He stopped the voice message. He was mesmerized and wasn’t even paying attention to Baz anymore. The texts however continued brutally as you got down on your knees. Austin bit his lip as you palmed his growing bulge in his pants.

“Touch me, Aus.” You whisper as he puts a finger to his lips. He slips the top of your dress across up your shoulders and you pout. He takes one of his many jackets and places it on your shoulder.

“I-I gotta go, darlin’. I-I’ll make it up to you I promise.” You nod as he helps you off the floor. You walk to the mirror and smile. You fix the little bit of makeup that moved around your face and took Austin’s hand.

“Y/N! There’s my girl!!” You feel arms wrap around you as you squeal. The older woman fixed your hair as you flush. She looked as beautiful as ever and you still couldn’t believe she called herself your friend!

“Mrs. Presley! Oh my lord!” You put a hand to your chest as she giggled. You give her a big hug as she continues to laugh at you.

“I was wondering where our Elvis was! When did you manage to get back?” She put her hands on her hips as you flushed. Lisa Marie makes her way to stand next you as you hug her just as lovingly as Priscilla.

“Well, Alix managed to help me get a flight from London to Australia real quick. They are my favorite right now. Though it was a VERY quick last minute decision…thank the lord my designers like Austin. Otherwise I think I’d be here in only a jacket.” You smiled as Priscilla gave you a knowing look. Lisa scoffed at her mother’s teasing gaze.

“Well, you look gorgeous. I can see why he was late, Y/N.” Your skin felt ablaze as you heard Baz call for filming the scene. You and the girls found a place to sit to watch Austin’s performance. Austin looked amazing. The cadillac roared to life as the camera man got sat in next to him in the passenger seat. Austin smoothed his hair back and his jaw went slack. His eyes darkened as Elvis became the forefront of his whole façade. A chill ran down your spine as the tires squealed, the anger that rested heavily in his eyes sending a blaze through your skin. You didn’t think this would be as hot as it is but boy were you wrong.

“Hey, ladies,” a soft whisper brings your dream state to a pause as you turn,”Y/N? When did you get back? You look great!” Tom wraps an arm around you and hugs you into his side. You lean onto his shoulder and Baz yells for a cut. The extras being flooded onto the next scene.

“I just got back today! I wanted to surprise Aus. Though I think I may have surprised more than just him.” You smile as Priscilla chuckles beside you. You look back up and see that Baz is showing Austin how the scene was looking and by the look of Austin’s face he was ecstatic on how it went. His boyish smile curled against his lips as Baz patted him on the back.

“Take five! I gotta figure out the placement for everyone real quick! Thank you!” Austin all but ran to you as Baz organized the extras on the streets. His warm fingers fell deftly against your cheek and he kissed you softly.

“How’s my best girl,” Priscilla poked him in the side and he laughed. His hands went straight up into the air,” I was talking to you, Priscilla.” His voice dripping into the southern drawl you were addicted to. The two Presley’s laughed as Austin scratched the back of his neck bashfully.

“I’m just messing with you, Austin. I’m going to go and grab us some waters quick, Y/N.” You’re about to protest when Austin shushes you.

“Do you know how hard it is to focus when I know you're here in this beautiful thing? Lord, you’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” You smile as you trail your fingers down his chest as he hums. You could feel his heart wanting to beat right out of his chest as adrenaline pumped through him.

“Want me to make it harder for you?” You place a small kiss on his neck. Careful not to leave a mark from your lip-gloss. His lip is caught between his teeth as he imagines every damn possibility of having you on this set.

“We’re ready for you, Elvis!” You smile as he groans in defeat.

“Oh, Mr. Presley. I think someone needs you! I’ll need you more later, Elvis.” You push his shoulder lightly as he grasps at his chest feigning an illness. You roll your eyes as he kisses your cheek.

“This isn’t over, L/N.” He whispers into the shell of your ear and turns around. His posture straightening up but the tenseness still visible in his shoulders. Priscilla’s hand rests on your shoulder and your heart skips a beat.

“Nice play, Y/N.” She winks and you melt into your chair in embarrassment.

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“Aus, wait- ah!”

“I thought I was Elvis to you, little girl.”

“You seriously want to play this right now, Aus-uhn!”

“You look so pretty spread out like this. “

“Aus, please. I-I’m sorry. Just fuc-”

“Ah ah! No dirty words, darlin’.”

“Austin please. Ah- don’t stop.” You gripped his shoulders as he pounded mercilessly inside of you. His cock dragging deliciously along your walls. His lips busy sucking your hardened nipples into his mouth. If the sound of his cock thrusting sloppily into your wet pussy was any hint to what the two of you were doing, the groan as his lips popped off of your tits would.

“Call out my name, Y/N.”

“Austin! Please! More! Austin~!”

“Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy, baby doll.” Your eyes rolled back as he played that damn Elvis card again. Your nails drag down his chest as he pushes you against the wall, roughly. Nobody better walk past this damn closet. Austin’s hand trailed from your chest to your neck, fingers twisting around your throat as his thrusts plunge his cock deeper within you. You arch your back in the small space making Austin let out a stuttering moan.

“Austin, p-please! I’m gonna cum! Plea-“ His lips are soft against yours compared to the thrusts rubbing you against the door. You begin to tear up as white dots fill your vision.

“Let me see you cum, pretty girl,” his unrelenting pace pushes you to the delicious edge you crave,” that’s my girl. Fuck, you’re so tight. Shit, baby.” His eyes never leave yours as you squeeze around him. His pace stuttered as you drag your nails along his chest and nipples. His climax nears as he shouts. The searing release flooding inside you.

“Aus, you’re so big.” He chokes on his groan and stops pulling out of you. You giggle as he tried to gather his scattered thoughts.

“Baby, I might not stop if you say shit like that again…Y/N..” Your sultry moment however is interrupted by the intercom like earlier.

“Mr. Butler to set. Mr. Butler to set. Miss L/N to his trailer please so he can actually focus this time?” Baz’s belly laugh echoed and you push Austin away. Your skin flushed from the embarrassment and the ecstasy of your orgasm. With your dress finally on you give him a quick kiss. He helps you situate the whole thing and he kisses your neck softly.

“Mm, if I had more time I would’ve taken my time to taste you, baby.” His lips were still glossy from your earlier endeavors but the intercom speaker squeaked and you opened the door to the closet and winked.

“See you later, Mr. Presley!”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, doll!”

#austin butler #elvis presley #austin butler elvis #elvis 2022 #rosecoloreddesire #austin butler fic #austin butler drabble #austinbutlerimagine #austin butler smut #smut

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universecorp · 2 years

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Summary: after yet another fight with your boyfriend, your best friend and roommate, kim mingyu, must step in to pick up the pieces. he does just that, and a little more…

MingyuxFemale reader

w.c.: 5.3k

cw: oral (f.receiving), unprotected sex, sub!mingyu, dom!reader, overuse of the word puppy(no pet play tho), mommy kink, oral (m.receiving) if you squint, teasing, orgasm denial

a/n: so this is our first collab fic that we’ve actually written together. usually when we collab, we just bounce ideas off each other and then one of us writes it, but we spent over three days writing and editing this together so we hope you enjoy it as much as we did writing it.

p.s.: most of our fics are written in lowercase on purpose.

this was the fifth time your ‘boyfriend’ has pissed you off with the same bullshit. did this man even love you?

“i’m not doing this with you tonight, ____,” he hissed through the phone. you could feel the lump in your chest find it’s way up to you throat making it ten times harder for you to hide your emotions. you were beyond pissed, completely fed up with his cold shoulder. “how many times are you gonna sit here and make assumptions about me?”

you held back your tears just for a bit to answer him. “it seems as if you’re more interested in that friend of yours than me. i have proof of it.”

it kept going and going. the arguing, the teeth sucking, the eye rolling, the yelling, everything you could think of. did you even consider this man your boyfriend? you wish you could go back to the you one and a half years ago and just stop your flirtatious actions with the said man. before another word could leave your mouth, the man had the audacity to hang up on you.

and it finally came crashing down.

every sob you were holding back while on the phone washed over you in a split second. you laid your head on your plushies and wallowed in your own sorrows.

a soft knock came from your door. you didn’t even bother to tell them to come in since you already knew who it was.

“____?” mingyu called out. your back was facing him not wanting him to see you in this state. you knew he wasn’t dumb, the walls are pretty thin so of course he heard the conversation—your side at least. the weight on your bed shifted as he sat himself on your large bed, rubbing his large hand on your thigh platonically.

“i’m so stupid..” you cried, sniffling like a baby. he cooed at you, laying himself down behind you. mingyu was honestly the only one who knew how to deal with your emotions, the soft touches and a close distance but not asking too many questions, only letting you spill your heart out and giving you his presence. “i should’ve listened to you.”

a couple of months into your relationship with your ‘boyfriend’, mingyu felt some type of way about him. you brushed it off thinking the puppy was just mad cause you two were not going to be hanging out literally everyday of the week anymore, viewing your boyfriend was a replacement. to be fair, mingyu was clingy like that and wasn’t really too fond of change, especially when it came to you. but nope, that wasn’t the reason. the small things that mingyu would notice didn’t seem like love to him. the eye rolls, him not paying as much attention to you, the lack of energy in the relationship.

he hated it.

if it was him he would treat you better. so much better. he would give you the world and more if he could. but of course you didn’t have to know that.

“you’re not stupid, ____,” he whispered. you could feel his breath tickle your neck as he spoke. he also smelt so good, his cologne heavy in the room making you relax just a little. you wanted to turn around and look at his beautiful face, wanting to get as close as possible but you couldn’t. it would also be embarrassing having your puffy eyes facing him, probably making him think you were just a big cry baby.

his hand continued to slowly rub your thigh as you felt your heart pace slow down. your eyes were starting to get heavy making you instantly fall asleep. mingyu followed shortly after.

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“fuck.. what time is it..?” mingyu groaned behind you. one of your eyes slowly opened, waking up in utter confusion seeing the night sky. you checked your phone seeing the time only being 8:54 pm. mingyu’s arm wrapped around you pulling your back against his massive chest. were you holding your breath?

“want some ice cream?” his nose in the crevice of your neck, taking in your scent which smelt like peaches and ocean breeze. you feel your mouth salivate at the thought of ice cream and just going outside in general to get some fresh air. you tapped his arm twice resulting in him letting your frame go, making the tall puppy pout his lips at the loss of your warmth. but, thankfully, your answer was yes.

after throwing on something quick and comfortable, you went towards your dresser and grabbed your keys. “i’ll drive.”

the car ride was something you needed. the weather was perfect for rolling the windows down and the sky wasn’t too dark but wasn’t too bright either. songs played as mingyu and you went the long way to the ice cream shop.

you don’t know what it was. maybe it was how mingyu treated you earlier but your heart was pounding at 100 miles per hour. you would catch yourself taking small glances at the pretty boy while he typed away at his phone singing along to the song. then, there were times where you felt eyes on you as you were driving. his stare would slowly burn through the side of your face, then to your bare thighs but only for a split second before it came back up to your face.

maybe you were just losing your mind. the nap was hard as hell and your ‘boyfriend’ was literally being a dick to you, it could just be your imagination. as you were trying to calm yourself, mingyu hand found his way to your thigh. it’s nothing new, he’s done this before but why was it driving you insane.

“has this scar always been here?” he asked, his index and middle finger softly rubbing against the said scar.

“yeah,” you sighed. fuck why we’re getting hot? a cold sweat ran through you like you were some virgin. the fuck was your problem? were you touch deprived? thankfully, you pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream shop. you reached into your glove compartment to get your wallet but he stopped you instantly.

“no, absolutely not. i’m paying,” he demanded. you tried to stop him but he just completely ignored your plea and made his way into the shop. you couldn’t help but smile at him as you walked towards the shop.

“the usual right? cookie dough?” he reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet then looked at you to make sure you were paying attention. you nodded your head in agreement and laid your head on his arm. “two scoops of cookie dough on a waffle cone and then for me can i have two scoops of cookies n’ cream on a waffle cone.”

as you waited for the ice cream, you checked your phone to see if anybody texted you only to see your boyfriend’s name. the paragraph was long. it consisted of him blaming you more than himself, changing your words around to make it seem like he was the victim and not you, only showing one ounce of respect at the end of the paragraph.

“i wish you nothing but the best as i leave from this relationship. bye ____.”

a cold chill ran through you as you felt that same lump as before form in your chest again. mingyu finished paying for the ice cream ready to give you your cone until he saw how pale your face was. before he could say anything he motioned for you to follow him out of the store and to the car. you unlocked your car door getting ready to sit in the driver seat until mingyu offered himself to drive instead. he gave you your ice cream and made his way to the driver’s side and sat in the car.

“he broke up with me…” you whispered. tears ran down your cheek as you licked your ice cream cone. mingyu felt his heart ache at the sight of you, wasting your tears on somebody so worthless.

“let’s go home.”

you and mingyu sat on the sofa in the living room of your shared apartment, watching the amazing world of gumball. your head rested on his shoulder still sniffling and crying at the heartbreak. as much as mingyu wanted to punch himself, he couldn’t help but think you were so pretty crying like this. eyes puffy, cheeks red, and lips swollen. the only thing is those tears were being wasted and he wanted it to fucking stop. he placed small kisses on the top of your head, his arm pulling you into him more.

“____, it’s gonna be okay,” he said. “he didn’t deserve you and you know he isn’t the victim, it’s you. stop crying over him please.” he shook your body just a little only making you whine. he shook you some more then made his way to your sides to tickle you.

“don’t… don’t you dare,” you said, shooting straight up and looking at him. those damn puffy eyes and pouty lips, he could feel himself lose all sense of reasoning. he just smiled at your ‘threat’ and started reaching for your sides again. “kim mingyu, if you tickle me so help me go-” before you could finish your sentence your roommate was violently attacking your sides with his fingers. you tried to hold back your giggles, but couldn’t any longer as his fingers quickly moved up and down your rib cage, causing you to fall backwards, while kicking up in protest. mingyu was able to climb between your legs, enabling him to assault your sides with even more vigor. he grinned down at you taking in your state, your cheeks were flushed from trying to catch your breath in between giggles, your chest was rising and falling heavily as you looked up at your best friend with teary eyes. mingyu suddenly found himself in a trance, leaning down to gently capture your lips. once your lips connected you began to immediately kiss back, moving your lips against his slowly. you moaned into the kiss as he pressed more of his weight into you, able to feel his growing member as it touched your clothed core. you grinded up into him as the kiss deepened, the two of you becoming hungrier for each other as you fought for dominance.

mingyu backed away causing you to pout at the loss, but that disappointment was soon replaced with excitement as mingyu moved down between your legs.

“can i..?” he looked up at you for permission, to which you nodded. he slowly removed your shorts and underwear in one go taking in the beautiful sight before him. you were soaking, a string of arousal disconnecting from your panties and your glistening folds. the sight of you made him feel a bit cocky since he realized simply kissing you was all it took for you to become like this. what he didn’t know was that this result was a combination of what happened on the way to the ice cream parlor up to now.

mingyu slowly teased you with his fingers listening to the lewd sounds that came from your pussy as he played with it. “i want a taste…” he looked up at you with hooded eyes as he continued playing with your folds. “didn’t your parents tell you you’re not supposed to play with your food?” you asked making eye contact with him. mingyu nodded slowly while still looking at you, “then go on, enjoy your meal baby.”

that was all mingyu needed to hear as he dove in. he licked a fat stripe from the bottom of your folds all the way up to your clit, humming at the sweet taste of you. you watched with hooded eyes as mingyu ate you out as if it was his last meal. sloppily slurping up your juices as you became wetter with each lick and suck that he was delivering. wanting to get closer to your core, mingyu throws your legs over his broad shoulders and sheaths his tongue inside of you as he continues to messily eat you out. you continued to watch the man until you caught a glimpse of his hips grinding into the sofa, creating some type of friction to get him off while he devoured you. you throw your head back in pleasure as his tongue reaches deep inside you. your walls clenched around the muscle feeling that familiar heat begin to build up, making the pup moan into your core. you pulled on mingyu’s hair to get him to stop his actions, you didn’t want to come just yet, not before you got to the main event.

“slow down baby, m’not going anywhere,” you chuckled looking down at the puppy who had your juices all over his mouth and chin. he breathed out heavily, cheeks flushed and brows drawn together due to the pain that was burning his scalp. you loosened your grip a bit before guiding him back down to your pussy, leaving your hand entangled with his soft brown locks once he was back in position. he began his ministrations again with the same fervor, but was careful not to go too fast as you had instructed. “good boy…” you praised, smiling down at him as you moved your hips to meet his tongue. his dick was crying out to him, wanting to be touched but he was too focused on making you feel good to even care. his tongue swiped against your swollen clit again before sucking on it with eagerness. your grip on his soft locks became tighter, making the pretty boy whine against you and hold his head still.

“fuck.. just like that.. stay there..” you sighed. your hips moved vigorously as he continued to suck. his grip on your thighs became tighter the faster he rubbed himself against the sofa, feeling his own high build up. “‘nna cum baby..” you moaned. his head was spinning at the idea of you cumming because of him, wanting nothing more than your thighs squeezing his head as you shake from his actions. his nails dug into your thighs,knowing they were going to leave mark later on, waiting for you to fuck his face faster. his name fell from your plump lips, legs shaking and slowly closing around his head once that bubble popped.

his mind was completely blank, only wanting to take care of you and please you until you can't take it anymore. his fingers slowly inserted into you, finishing out your high but also collecting your release. his tongue lapped against your folds and his own fingers as cum ran down the large digits. “ming– fuck wait,” you begged. your legs shook more at the overstimulation, not being able to find a stopping point. the only way you could stop mingyu, however, was gripping his locks once again, pulling him away from your sensitive cunt. he looked at you with hooded eyelids and you returned the same fucked out look. both craving more from one another, whether it was touch or affection, you needed him and he needed you.

his hands softly caressed your thighs as he lifted himself up to his knees. his dick standing proud in his sweats, precum seeping through making a small print near the tip of his dick. his hands found their way from your thigh,

to your knees

to your shin

and your ankles, slowly trying to memorize every scar, every bump, and every ounce of your soft skin so it would burn into his head. his chest rose up and down slowly as he scanned the rest of your body before bringing his gaze back up to your face causing you to clench around nothing.

“lemme fuck you..” his tongue swiped over his lips then the back of his sharp teeth. “please..?” one of his hands stroked his clothed cock making air get sucked in between his teeth at the feeling. the other hand placed itself beside your head as he slowly brought himself down towards you. chest to chest. face to face. you bit your lip as you watched his every move, anticipating what words were going to leave his lips. he looked at your eyes then your lips, carefully leaning in until his lips were slightly touching yours. “i’d make you feel so good.. just please.” the hand that was stroking his dick made its way into his pants and his briefs, thumb rubbing his tip collecting more of his precum. the pace of his breathing started to pick up the faster his thumb moved around his tip. he closed his eyes, his mouth agape as he tried to bring himself to release.

the sight was sinful. your cunt dripping more as you watched your best friend shamelessly beg to fuck you. him shamelessly fucking himself to just your presence alone. all of this was making your head spin and you couldn’t take it anymore. your lips found his, mingyu not even trying to battle for dominance anymore. the noises he released into your mouth were so shameless, completely different from his tall and buff appearance. your hands found comfort on his chest as you pushed him off of you. he sat up on the sofa correctly, making you throw one of your legs over so you could straddle the helpless pup.

he places his hands on your hips as you two continued to kiss, your tongue taking over his mouth with no remorse. “you’re so cute,” you smiled, placing pecks against the side of his lip then his beautiful tan neck. the pecks instantly turned into wet kisses, bruising the glowing boy’s neck with each kiss.

he moaned high in the back of his throat as he rutted up into you clothed core looking for some type of friction. “poor puppy is so needy.” you feigned in a sickly sweet tone as you grinded down to meet his hip driving him even more insane than he already was.

“you gonna be good for mommy, and let her use you how she wants?” you asked pulling away from his neck to make eye contact. mingyu’s head was faced towards the side his eyes shut in pleasure as he whined out into the stillness of your apartment.

you grabbed his hair roughly once again causing him to look at you, he had tears in his eyes from how worked up he was. “baby, did you hear what i said?” he looked into your eyes before shaking his head and whining more as you slammed your hips down. “i said… are. you. going. to. be. good?” you asked once again punctuating each word by slamming down on his clothes cock.

mingyu nodded as a sob ripped through his chest, thighs shaking slightly as he tried to hold back his orgasm. satisfied enough with his answer you climbed off of him and helped remove his sweats. you looked at the large wet patch on the front of his pants and could feel your arousal spike from the mess the two of you created.

deciding to tease your roommate a little more you knelt down in front of him in between his large thighs and began mouthing at his clothes dick. taking the large tip between your lips through the fabric. mingyu tried to buck up in pleasure, but you had a firm grasp on his thighs preventing him from doing so. “p-please… i wanna feel you.” mingyu keened throwing his head back. “what do you mean love? i’m touching you aren’t i?” you smiled loving his reactions to all the teasing. “no! wanna feel you around me…” mingyu whined looking down at you, the tears in his eyes were growing larger and as if on cue one of the fat water droplets began to slide down his cheek.

“aw baby, do you need mommy’s pussy that bad?” you jutted your lip out, while tilting your head to the side. mingyu nodded enthusiastically pouting a little as you continued to tease him.

mingyu never knew you could be this cruel and if it wasn’t for the fact that you had just gone through your break up (definitely not the fact that he was so whipped for you he’d risk death just to see you happy) he probably wouldn’t have allowed you to do this. at least that’s what he tells himself in his head as cock continues to betray him with every twitch.

gaging that he had been through enough berating you finally pulled his sweat pants down. he hissed a little as his sensitive tip got caught on the waistband of his sweat pants. you cooed at his reaction before standing up to straddle him again. once situated on his lap you began to roll your hips against his him, humming at the way his shaft felt between your folds. deciding you wanted to have more contact with him though, you pulled off his hoodie and your own quickly, giving you more access to his gorgeous golden skin that you loved so much. you continued to move against him, glaring at your roommate when he roughly gripped your sides. “so impatient…” you tsked while lifting up slowly, positioning yourself above his cock before slowly sinking down.

your face contorted at the stretch, throwing your head back as you slowly slide down his length, gripping onto his thighs to keep yourself grounded. “fuck you’re so tight…” mingyu said breathily, his grip tightening on your sides as you clenched around him.

you moved your hands to his shoulders, gripping them tightly as you adjusted to his size. you knew mingyu was blessed, because you may or may not have accidentally walked in on him jerking off one time. you had only seen a glimpse, but now feeling it inside you, it felt even bigger than what you remembered seeing that day.

“are you ok?” mingyu asked lifting your chin to look into his eyes. he looked so concerned and it made your heart melt a bit at his sincere expression.

your ex never looked at you like that.

you nodded slowly afraid your voice would betray you since you were already breathing heavily. to show him you were fine though you began rocking your hips slowly causing you both to let out breathy moans. you continued rocking slowly watching the way mingyu reacted to you. he looked so pretty, lips parted and eyes closed as you grind your hips down into him. “so gorgeous…” you whispered out, his hooded eyes meeting your own. he desperately wanted to move, but he wanted you to continue using him as you pleased. he decided to indulge himself though by connecting your lips in a slow, but passionate kiss. you kissed back slowly, moving one of your hands from his shoulder to cup his cheek gently.

the two of you pulled away gasping for air, your hips had momentarily stopped moving from how much mingyu's kisses had affected you. the time that you two spent kissing though had helped you adjust to his large size. gripping onto his shoulders tightly you began to lift yourself off his cock before slamming back down on him. mingyu couldn’t contain the moans that tumbled from his lips as you set up a steady pace.

bouncing up and down you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck as you let your head fall onto his shoulder. no one had ever filled you up this deliciously and each time you brought your hips down you couldn’t help the whimpers that fell from your own lips. “you’re doing so good baby, making mommy feel so good.” you breathed out kissing his praise shoulder which was beginning to gleam with sweat. mingyu whined at the praise, his grip becoming almost bruising from how good you felt around him. “mommy feels so good around me.” he slurred out trying his best to hold back.

you could tell he was about to cum, but didn’t want to give him the gratification of release just yet. before he could finish you pulled off of him and gripped the base of his cock roughly to prevent him from orgasming.

“f-fuck!” he cried out as his dry orgasm racked through his body causing him to shake. you watched as tears began to tumble down his cheeks again, his chest rising and falling heavily as he whimpered.

“come on, we aren’t finished pup.” you got up on shaky legs, pulling him up with you. walking into your bedroom, you laid down on the bed, pulling him down so he was hovering over you. “here’s how it’s gonna work. you’re gonna fuck me, but every time you get close to cumming, we switch positions. if i cum then you can cum. if you cum without permission we keep going until i finish, overstimulated or not.“ you looked sternly into his eyes making sure his attention was on you. “am i understood?” you asked gripping his hair roughly. “yes mommy, i understand.” he whimpered out softly.

“good, go on love, show mommy how good you are.” you smiled releasing his locks.

mingyu lined himself up with your cunt before thrusting in roughly. he set up a fast pace that had your body moving up and down with the force of his thrusts. you moaned loudly at the unexpected pace as the headboard loudly banged against the wall. “f-fuck, gyu s-slow down.” you begged loudly as your hands clawed at the sheets trying to grip onto something for purchase. mingyu ignores your pleas as he continues to plow into you at an animalistic pace, his hands tightly gripping the pillow that your head is placed on.

you gripped his hair roughly once again causing his hips to stutter as they came to a stop. “w-what, you said as long as i didn’t cum!” he whined looking down at you with a pout. he took in your breathless form and how your hair was laying messily against the pillow, brushing a few strands that had managed to get into your eyes behind your ear. “y-yeah but it doesn’t mean you have to thrust into me like an animal.” you replied loosening your grip on his scalp allowing your hand to fall back down to your side.

mingyu nodded before he began thrusting again, this time at a much slower pace. he thrusted into you deeply allowing you to feel every inch of him as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you. mingyu whimpered in the back of his throat as he felt how tight you were clenching around him, “q-quit that…” you opened your eyes and looked at him with a confused expression “w-what?”

his face was contorted in pleasure and you clenched experimentally to see if your suspicion was right. he whimpered out again before pulling out and clutching the base of his cock roughly to stop his orgasm. “that!” he exclaimed sitting back on his heels while he tried to catch his breath. you giggled loudly before sitting up yourself. “i can’t help it if you’re making me feel good.”

“yeah but the last time was on purpose, i know it!” he furrowed his brows while he tried to catch his breath. his cock we still standing angry and red between his legs, which made you feel a bit bad since you could tell how needy he was.

“guilty,” you grinned cheekily before getting on your hands and knees. “come on pup, i think you’ve been good enough. you can cum if you want, but you still have to get me off if you cum before me.” you said, arching your back as you waited for him to enter you. you shivered once you felt his large palms on your waist, gripping harshly as he pushed himself in slowly. the stretch was so delicious yet so addicting for the second time. a breath that mingyu didn’t know he was holding left his plump lips once he bottomed out. “you feel so good,” he breathed. he leaned over placing kisses on your flushed out back sending waves of pleasure straight to you core making you clench around the girth. his hips started to move slowly getting used to your walls once again before speeding up. seeing your ass jiggle with every thrust had his head spinning, wishing to see this view everyday for the rest of his life.

your shaky arms failed you, making your face lay sideways on the mattress, hair in front of you face and mouth agape. god he felt so good. his dick hit places where your ex couldn’t even reach, feeling sparks and butterflies throughout your entire body. arousal began to run down your weak legs, soaking the sheets and your roommate’s thighs.

“fuck baby i’m so close..” you grunted once your fingers circled your clit. mingyu whined at the pet name, pressing down on your back to thrust into you harder. you could tell he was on the edge but trying his best to hold back for you, trying to be the best boy he could be. ’mommy’ fell from his lips as your muscle clenched around his throbbing dick, trying to milk him wanting him to fill you up to the brim. “cum in me baby, want you to fill me up..”

“my god…” he choked out, your words going straight to his dick. his hips started to lose rhythm, his cum painting your walls. this spurred up your own release moaning out his name while your legs shook around him. both of your breaths heavy, he slowly tried to slide out of you only for it to fail when your hips chased him, fucking yourself a bit more to overstimulate the poor pup. “____ please…” he whined, his body twitching at the feeling. he was so cute you just had to stop messing with him. his large body laid beside yours, bringing you close to his with no room to cool off.

“that really happened,” you giggled. his eyes looked at you, so bright and filled with love you could feel your heart sink to the pit of your stomach. to think this could happen to your roommate and best friend of all people, it almost felt like a dream to you. your hand slowly went to his face, caressing his cheek and your thumb rubbing across his beautiful lips resulting in him kissing it. “yeah.. it did.” his hand rubbed your bare back tracing patterns of god know what still finding some sort of answer in your eyes.

“soooo….” you began. “what are we?” mingyu’s eyes rolled as he turned over so his back was facing you.

“you’re kidding right?” he scowled. “you literally put me through heaven and hell at the same time and used me as a fuck toy just for you to ask ‘what are we?’” you laughed at his pouting pulling yourself back to him and placing a kiss on his shoulder, then his neck, and then his cheek. “hmmm i don’t know. i might have to think about it,” you teased. he turned to look out you with a loud ‘ya!’ only making you laugh harder and kiss his cute lips. the kiss went from a peck then to a long passionate drawn out kiss, pulling yourself on top of him again and his hand resting on your waist.

“i’m just teasing you baby,” you smiled, breaking the kiss. his thumbs rubbed you hips as he looked up at you with a big smile. “i love you, dummy.” his arms pulled you down to a big hug, placing a kiss on your head then your lips.

“i love you too.”

#jaework #taywork #seventeen #kim mingyu #svt mingyu #svt smut #mingyu smut #mingyu #unicorp

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31 Days of Productivity Reading: Day eighteen

Before: I'm going to the bookstore today! The plan is to study more Mandarin, then pick up the book for that book club that I'm crashing as well as a thank you note for the person who sent me all those volumes of manga. I especially want to mention the thank you note here because I really don't want to forget...

Also, I've been seeing more and more people online talking about that Ali Hazelwood book Check & Mate, and despite how little interest I have in anything she writes ever, seeing a book about chess being talked about so much makes me want to continue reading 3月のライオン so I'll probably pick that up either today or tomorrow, depending on how I'm feeling after I finish 独り舞.

And now that I have more free time, I really want to start that ASL course! So much to do, so much to do... I think I might do some thinking about how I want to schedule all my different languages...

After: As usual, I didn't get to the bookstore until quite a bit later than usual. I started my day with my favorite Sunday ritual (which had to be put off until today), which is watching the latest ゆびさきと恋々with a cup of tea. I love this series so much, I can't believe it's ending next week. It's so sweet, and I love how we got even more of Itsuomi speaking German this episode.

When I was finally ready to go to the bookstore, my dog begged for a walk. I can't go anywhere without taking her out first, and I can't say no either lol.

I have a few rituals that I use to get myself going and start being productive, and pone of them is making a cup of tea. I made myself a cup of tea to drink while I read, and then I drank my entire cup of tea while talking to my mom and still have not read a single page today.

I finished 独り舞！ I ended up reading thirty pages today over an hour and thirty five minutes, with an average reading pace of (miraculously) 3.2 pages per minute. I must’ve just been zooming through it, I never felt like I was sacrificing comprehension for speed (other than my usual ignoring of unknown vocabulary words). I guess this is what happens when I read in an undistracted environment?

Even though I didn’t have the best time reading 独り舞 I’m glad I read it. It’s a good book and one that I definitely want to return to when my Japanese is a higher level, because I think I could really enjoy it at the right times. That being said, it’s definitely not a book for everyone. It’s extremely depressing from beginning to end. There were moments that I thought would be the turning point, and then something got in the way. I really liked the way it presented the main character’s almost dissociation from herself with the way it only referred to her as 彼女 in the narration, and the linguistic aspects when writing in both Japanese and Chinese were cool to see as well. In a strange way, the end reminded me a bit of 僕らの地球の歩き方 despite the tones of the two being almost complete opposites.

#benkyou posting #langblr #studyblr #language learning #polyglot #booklr #30 days of productivity #didn’t start anything else today because I finished 独り舞 at like three am

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youreallyshouldtalkmore · 11 months

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Handful of a Situation_Part 4

A.N: This is a four-parter with the same artistReader as in the series Once upon a Time which can be found on my Genshin Impact MasterList.

I feel like you probably need to read the rest of the series to fully enjoy this one. But there might be explanation you may not get if you haven’t read the rest of the series. So....I’ll just leave it at that.

P.S: I’m so happy to write a hangout with the Sumeru Fam!

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You were surprised to see Kaveh standing next to Alhaitham as you and Cyno walked towards Sumeru City. When the architect saw you, he started grinning and waving. Alhaitham just glared at him, but his eyes soften once you were a few paces from the two of them.

“Well, I have delivered her back into your keeping, Alhaitham.” Cyno stated.

“My thanks.” Alhaitham returned.

“Kaveh.”, Cyno said by way of greeting.

“Cyno.” Kaveh returned.

“Thanks for escorting to and for, Cyno.” You smiled at him.

Cyno returned the smile before walking into the city. You turned to Kaveh, “I’m surprised to see you here, Kaveh.”

“Well, it was on my way. I have some business to run outside the city so I thought I’d greet you on your return before leaving.”

“How sweet of you, Kaveh. Thank you.”

“Say nothing of the fact that he was unnecessarily worried about you.” Alhaitham added.

You shushed him with a smile as Kaveh glowered at him. You thought he was going to say something but instead he gave a huge smile, “Well, since you made it back safe and sound, I will be going now! Have a good day, Y/N!!”

“Thank you!” you sung out as Kaveh rushed out of the city.

Alhaitham rolled his eyes as he took your bag from you. You gave him a grateful smile before tucking your arm around his.

“Anywhere you need to go or straight home?” he asked as you both began to walk.

“Home!” you chiriped.

Alhaitham glanced down at you. Why did you seemed extraordinary happy right now? You were radiating energy that could match the sun.

“I take it you had fun during your week?” he asked.

“Oh, yes! It was great seeing Collei again. I always see Tighnari since he has to come to Sumeru City for business and whatnot but I rarely see Collei. Oh, the first day, we had a mock TCG tournament before Cyno left. One of these days, I’ll beat him!”

“Good luck with that.”

You eyed Alhaitham, trying to decided if he was being genuine or sarcastic. You settled for both. As you arrived at your house, you fished out your key before opening your door and stepping forward. Alhaitham stepped in and shut the door behind him as he placed your bag down. When he turned around he found his back pressed up against the door. He blinked down at you.

“Come down here!” you called locking your hands behind his neck.

Alhaitham obliged leaning down and was surprised when you kissed him, deepened it as it continued. He didn’t not like it, but he was a little surprised that you were the one initiating it with such vigor. You were the one that guided his face, tilting it this way and that. Usually, you held an air of shyness that was still very much presence after all this time, so he was the one that took it this far. He smirked into the kiss, wrapping his arms around you and returning it, becoming a wiling participant.

When air was needed, Alhaitham was the first to pull back, making you whine, “What is this now? Why do I feel you are pleased with something that has nothing to do with me?”

“You are one of the reasons I am pleased, Alhaitham.” You pressed your hands lightly behind his head as a signal that you wanted him to come back down.

However, Alhaitham only smirked and dropped his head back onto the door, gaving you a hooded look. You pouted. He knew well, what he was doing.

“Tell me.” he stated simply.

You dropped your hands to his chest as well as your gaze, as you mumbled, “I’m just happy, that’s all. Having all these people who care about me and having fun and then coming home to see my husband to be. Why would I not be happy?”

You felt Alhaitham lift a hand to stroke your cheek, “Is that it, then? I see. Well, then, let’s continue.”

You barely managed to dodge as Alhaitham dove down with a speed of a falcon. He held you as you looked away with laughter, “Wait, why so eager all of a sudden? This is a PG bordering on PG-13 affair! We are not going for an R. I repeat, we are not going for an R.”

Alhaitham smirked, “Eager? You want to debate eager with me, Y/N? Need I remind you that what you were doing is something that can lead to an R?”

“Yes, I wanted a kiss. You dove down here like you were fixing to do something!” you cried around your laughter.

“A kiss…” Alhaitham murmured tilting your chin and pressing his lips on yours. You melted into his arms as he pulled back and placing a kiss on your cheek. Your eyes fluttered. Then your jawline, making you unconsciously tilted your head back.

When he kissed your neck you murmured, “You need to have self control, Alhaitham.”

“Self control, when you are the one who started this.” the scholar murmured, “When you are the one who offered herself like so…” He kissed your neck again making your arch your back. Only your hands on his biceps steadied you, “....you can leave any time you are ready but before you do, know that I plan to do much more after our wedding. I trust, that will be acceptable then?”

Alhaitham felt you shiver in his embrace, “I thought so. I already have experiments planned for that time.” He only looked down at you with no hint of a smile, “Would you like to hear about them?”

He watched with a straight face as you pulled away from him as if you were on fire. You shook you head with wide eyes up at him. You looked quite doe-eyed making Alhaitham want to smirk but he kept his straight face.

“No?”

Shake. Shake.

“Alright. I shall save it for a later date then. By then I’ll have quite a collection of experiements to run.”

You let out a sigh of relief. Alhaitham was really pushing your buttons. Perhaps it was time to dial it back for now.

“One more thing…”

You tensed and looked up at Alhaitham suspiciously as he closed the gap between you two. His hooded green-red eyes gazed down at you as he reached out to cup your cheek. You instinctively leaned your cheek into his as he reached out with his thumb to lay it on your lips, tilting your chin, “Your beauty is pale to a Sumeru Rose. Flower so common is not worthy of you. But to mark you with nothing but a Padisarah, would make a dream so much more true.”

You swallowed your tongue, taking a step back, eyes wide at him. You knew he knew all of those words separately but to put them together in such a manner? You had never heard such poetry come out of him.

Alhaitham’s eyes watched you like a hawk. The silence was palpable as he didn’t even lower his hand.

Finally after an eternity, he straightened and looked away, holding his chin in thought, effectly dispelling the tension, “Hm, that wasn’t bad. Seems my research has paid off and one experiment can be checked off.”

“P-p-pardon?” you stuttered. There were a wall of questions swimming in your eyes even though you couldn’t seem to voice any of them.

Alhaitham looked at you as he pulled out a book, “Naturally as a scholar research is my forte, so I’ve been researching many things for the days ahead.”

With a glare, you snatched it from him, “Let me see this.” Your eyes bulged as you flipped it back and forth before finally looking up at him, “This is a romance novel.”

“Well, you aren’t wrong....”

Your eyes narrowed, “Coming from a man, who claims to read books for information and knowledge not frivolous purposes!”

Alhaitham looked pleased with himself as he announced, “The reaction I got from you, proves it not to be a frivolous purpose. That was a rewording of a poem.”

“And you’ve been reading material like this?”

“Yes, for research purposes.”

“What do you plan to do with this research?”

Alhaitham raised an eyebrow, “Do you really want to know? Right. Now?”

“NOPE! No, we are staying on a….look, I’m about ready to kick you out, cause you are fixin to get me in trouble!” You pointed the book as him as if to ward him off.

Alhaitham laughed then, “See, this is yielding all kinds of results! I cannot wait to see what else it will yield.”

Alhaitham noticed quickly that you tittered in your feet as you looked at the romance novel and then him. “What is it?” he asked after a minute.

You ducked your head and scratched your cheek, “You uh, heard of The Sultan’s Lair?”

Alhaitham gave a heavy sigh making your head snap up at him, “What?”

“So, you are one of the millions of women who likes that book as well? I heard it was popular especially with Sumeru women. I had been hoping to avoid it, but since you like it I shall put it on my list.”

“Hey, don’t do anything you don’t want to do. Know what, I lost my mind. Here….” you gave him his book back and he took it, “...forget I said anything.”

“No, if you like it so well, I will make sure to create an experiment around it.”

Alhaitham saw you stumble in place before smiling at him in the most ungeniune of manners, “Great, I look forward to it. Now. Get out.”

“Hm, fine. We shall shelve this since its clear you are losing control.”

You buried your face in your hands. How did this end up here?

Alhaitham allowed a quick smile since you weren’t looking, “Now, any plans for the rest of the evening?”

You shook your head in your hands before lifting your face,“Nah, I’ll probably take a nap and then go get some dinner. You?”

“I’ll join you.”

“Alright, see you for dinner then.”

Alhaitham only smirked before walking over to your couch, sitting down and pulling out the romance novel.

You growled, “Not. Helping. You read that in public?”

“Of course not. Because I don’t want to deal with people’s curiosity, not because I’m embarrassed, mind you. But no matter….” He smoothly switched books before beckoning you over, “....you can nap until you feel like eating, then we’ll go get something to eat.”

“Why did you bring it with you then?”

“Because as soon as I mentioned my research materials, you would want proof. It was better to show you.”

You tucked yourself into his chest as he wrapped an arm around you, “Very true Mr. Books are not for frivolous purposes.”

Alhaitham let the comment slid and your eyes fluttered as you glance at whatever hard book he was reading this time. At least, it was something that wouldn’t get your feels up. But the idea of what the future held, warmed you. You ducked your head deeper into his chest.

“Are you sure you are going to be okay?” Alhaitham asked.

“Shut up and read whatever you are reading.” You snapped lightly. You really needed this air to dispel and quickly. Why did it feel ilke the closer you got to your wedding the more control you were losing? And Alhaitham seemed like a rock, never seemed to not be in control of himself.

Sometimes you hated his poker face.

Could never tell what he was thinking.

Although you got better as reading him, this was one area that you had yet to master.

Alhaitham breathed a sigh of relief inside. He was glad to not have to read that romance book in front of you. Daydreaming that both of you were the characters was not going to do him any favors but he didn’t want to switch the books and admit such a thing. Not only would you throw him out to preserve your PG-13 status, he wasn’t ready to test his own resolve in such a manner. That poem was pushing it further than it’s ever been. Seeing your reaction, made him want to continue but he manage to put on break. Say nothing of the images it invoked in him.

He gave a heavy inward sigh.

Alhaitham could not believe that he was willingly reading books like that for his research. Had you told him, he would come to do so, he was sure he would have stared in disbelief and told you to quit wasting his time. But he found he wanted to experiment with such things. Something he never saw himself doing but that was where life was at.

He glanced down at you, a small smile playing on his face.

And he found he did not mind. He was equally looking forward to the future.

Ahh, but he really needed to focus on on this book about languages and not the fact that even you in his arms right now.

FIN.

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fanfic #alhaitham x reader #cyno #tighnari #collei #kaveh

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