#put the lavender stripe where it looks the best

[hazardworld]

It’s that time again where i haven’t posted gay for awhile so all the bots start following me. Conveniently, it’s also WIP Wednesday, so here’s two WIPs for the world:

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1. Graduation

(As HS class of 23 also I claim the modern au kids as HS class of 23 because none of us returned to school after freshman spring break either)

Dustin groaned awake as his alarm blared in his ear. He scrubbed the sleep out of his eyes and squinted at the bright light of his phone screen—9:00 am—pressing the stop button.

He sat up and yawned, then reached for his glasses. The world came into focus as he put them on, both physically and mentally.

Today was May 26, 2023.

High School Graduation.

Dustin leapt out of bed, comforter flying. He put on his pajama pants and swept out of his room to the smell of breakfast food, specifically pancakes (or possibly waffles; the hard yet better option).

He was about to make his way out to grab a plate, but an alarm blaring further down the hallway caught his ear.

He made his way down to Max’s room, careful to open the door quietly. Her alarm was the worst one: the one that sounded like some sort of jail alarm, and it was always at max volume. Dustin plugged his ears (as best he could) and turned it off before shaking Max awake.

“Max, Max get up,”

A groan. Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Max, it’s grad day!!”

No response.

“Max,” Dustin smirked and whispered in her ear, “Lucas is wearing a sexy Sailor Moon costume,” he singsonged, and Max jolted awake.

Quickly, Max settled herself back down with a groan, and Dustin’s heart sank.

“Fucking fuck,”

“Wheelchair?” Dustin asked, resigned. Max had been trying to build up her strength the past few days to maximize the possibility of having an aid-free day. After 2 1/2 years of PT, aid-free days were just as common or crutch or wheelchair days, but planning one was near impossible. It was lucky Max had them in the first place anyway: she’d been told the day she woke from her coma that she’d never walk again.

What the doctors hadn’t realized was the best place for her to stay (one story, not in the middle of the woods, two people) was the Henderson home, and Henderson blood was some of the most stubborn around. Claudia and Dustin (plus Steve when he still lived with them, and the rest of the Party) all made sure Max got as much practice walking as she could get.

Max nodded solemnly, and Dustin grabbed the chair—the Party decorated it ahead, just in case—from the corner of the room. As he did so, Max put on her own glasses and re-sat up slowly.

“So, graduation. You ready?” Max smirked lazily, and Dustin raised his eyebrow.

“What do you think?” Max laughed, and seamlessly scooted herself into her chair.

“Push or no push?” Dustin asked.

“I’d take a chauffeur,” Max responded cooly, and Dustin pulled a section of her hair in retaliation. He was not a chauffeur. “HEY! Okay, okay, jeez. I should be fine,” Dustin nodded and walked towards the door so she could change.

Actually…he probably should too.

Stained pj pants and no shirt wasn’t really a look the school was looking for onstage.

“Call for Ma or me if you need anything,” Max rolled her eyes as she nodded, and Dustin left grinning. He made his way back to his room, shutting and locking the door behind him. He grabbed the dress shirt and pants he’d washed and hung up the previous night from his closet. The dress shirt was a light lavender with small vertical stripes, and was brand new for the occasion. His dress pants were black, and the same dress pants he’d used for choir or any other special event for the past 4 years.

God…4 years. 4 years at Hawkins High and now it was all over.

His thoughts weee interrupted by a heavy bang-bang-bang on his wall.

Dustin rolled his eyes and grinned, zipping up his fly before going back to Max’s room.

“Pants?” He asked immedeately as he opened the door. Sure enough, Max was in her pink floral blouse and pajama pants, with her own pair of black dress pants laid haphazardly on her bed.

She nodded. “Pants.” Dustin nodded in response and shut and locked the door.

When Max had a moderate amount of pain or more, usually it meant she needed help getting her pants on. Sometimes there were days where she needed help with nothing or everything, but if she needed help usually it was just for pants.

Dustin lifted her out of her chair and squinted his eyes shut while holding her sturdy from behind.

“Done!” Came Max’s voice, and Dustin opened his eyes to help her back into the chair. Dustin snatched her palm gloves from her bedside drawer, and chucked them in her lap.

“Thanks, ass,” Max smirked and slipped on the gloves, and wheeled herself out the door Dustin held open for her.

The scent of heavenly fatty food wafted through Dustin’s nose once again as he followed his sister out to the kitchen. Ma had her back turned, frying up something—sausage or eggs, probably.

“Ma!” Dustin called, before noticing her earbuds in.

“We should not have introduced her to noise cancellation.” Max commented.

“Agreed. She’s deafer than Steve with those things in,” Ma had forced Steve to go see a ear doctor after she noticed him not hearing anything unless he was facing her---something Dustin regretted not noticing sooner. Apparently, all the concussions had lead him to being hard of hearing, which lead to him wearing hearing aids and everyone in the Party learning sign.

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Sibling Summer Camp!

(A modern summer camp au with an inhuman twist. This excerpt is from the first chapter, where everyone is first arriving at camp.)

They parked and got out, walking to their luggage in the back. A few seconds into opening the van door, and another van raced past them, parking close on their right. Whoever was inside was blaring music, and singing along so loud Suzie could hear every word they said.

"Put your hands up and reach for the sky, CRY FOR ABSOLUTIOOOON!"

Rock music wasn’t Suzie’s fave, but yikes.

Suzie noticed their Florida license plate as the van shook to the song’s beat. 

Typical Floridians. Probably.

There were a bunch of various rainbow magnets and bumper stickers, though, so at least the rockers were safe. Their van was maroon and tan, though Suzie could see hints of washed off paint across the side and back. Had it been graffitied?

“Hey, Suze, a little help?” Oh, shit. Suzie pulled away from her people watching to help Argyle unload their suitcases. He had taken care of the larger few, but the smaller ones were all the way in the back. They were here for a month, after all, and while they were promised laundry service for their clothes, there were many things neither of them wanted to leave behind.

Suzie shuffled a bag sounding like a bunch of glass bottles, and paused, sighing.

“Argyle, how many bongs did you bring?” Argyle smiled and shrugged.

“I didn’t bring my whole collection, if you’re asking.”

She hit him with a glare.

“How many?” 

“…13?”

“YOU BROUGHT 13 BONGS?" Suzie exclaimed, and Argyle shrugged.

"Could be more, could be less, I dunno,"

Just because the two of them got on swimmingly didn’t mean they never got into disagreements. Usually, these disagreements had to do with bongs.

"Why are 13 ish bongs something necessary for camp! I’m sure you won’t even use half of them!” Suzie grumbled angrily. She couldn’t expect Argyle to not bring his stash, but an entire bag of 13 bongs??? In a state where recreational weed wasn’t even legal??

“I heard 13 bongs,” Suzie looked up, and standing at the mouth of the van was a lanky tall boy with the darkest color palette she had ever seen. Seriously, the black hair, band tank, and jeans were so stark against his pale skin, he almost looked like a vampire.

“Who the heck are you?” and “Wanna borrow one?” were said at the exact same time. Unluckily for Suzie, the boy only heard Argyle’s question, and not hers.

"Nah, I packed a few myself, but nice to know I’ll have a smokin’ buddy!" This guy—obviously from Florida—had southern slang with a midwest accent. Weird.

"EDDIE! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!" Called another voice, and Suzie’s question was answered. "YOU AREN’T LEAVIN’ ME TO DO ALL THIS WORK, YOU SLIMY SACK OF DICKS!" This was likely Eddie’s sibling, left to do all the work unloading their things. Argyle and Eddie exchanged goodbyes, and Eddie ran off to his sibling.

"I found a weed guy!" Argyle grinned, and Suzie shook her head while smiling. 

"Yes Argyle, you found a weed guy,” Suzie panned to the remaining luggage in the back, “now can we please get the rest of our bags out? Otherwise you won’t be seeing weed guy for a month,” Argyle nodded and started pulling the luggage onto the ground.

#disabled max mayfield #hoh steve harrington #little choir boy dustin #suzie the sanity keeper #both of these include (later on) heavy #steddie #argyle #florida man eddie munson #specifically central florida #eddie is a ghost fan #wip wednesday

[artdecosupernova-writing]

Relationship Snippet Tag

was tagged by @outpost51, thanks!! tagging @drippingmoon, @drabbleitout, @pertinax--loculos, @druidx, and anyone who wants to do this ✌🏽

Rules: Share a few lines or a snippet that sums up the main relationship(s) in your WIP.

As usual I went ham oops.

A few from the Darkspace Portent series, centering Warren and Thrive:

Thriving: Eternal—

"Groundmasters," Thrive said. "The most expendable of the ranks." "The higher-ups must have a lot of faith that you won't obliterate them," Warren said. "Mostly unfounded." Warren snorted and climbed into the shuttle. A silver tendril whipped out and grabbed him by the wrist, the sharp edges digging into his skin, and though he couldn't feel it, Thrive stepped up and separated the limb from the beast's body with an effortless tug. It wailed and slammed itself into the wall as the other two did nothing. Black fluid leaked from its wound and Thrive carefully freed Warren's wrist. The cut wasn't too bad, not compared to every other wound he'd received during his never-ending adventure. It stopped bleeding as soon as Thrive touched it.

Thriving: Meridian—

[Vriea] looked around the comm hub. "Well...we're hanging in there. If you're looking for [Thrive], I can grab him real quick." "No need. Can you run me through to his office?" "Sure...I need to warn you, though, he's not in a good mood. He's just returned from Leviathan." Warren stretched his back. "Great. I'll handle it." Vriea signed off and routed his call to Thrive's office, and after a second he connected on what appeared to be the wall panel beside his desk. He stood at the picture window, staring outside, a deep frown on his face. "Hello, love of my life." Thrive turned his scowl onto the screen.

Centering Guetry and Scotty and his other partners:

Thriving: Aurora (Guetry/Scotty/Mercury)—

"I am now in control of armor and form suit regulation," Scotty said. "Provided I choose not to completely take over autonomy and run a rampage through Torris before fleeing the planet via any one of you, I will monitor your vital signs and administer temperature control." Warren snorted, yanking the lever back on his rifle and setting off the neon stripe on the side. "Guetry, get your boy." "Bad Scotty!" Guetry barked. "If you're gonna take over anyone's body, it's gonna be mine." "That's a visual I really am not proud of having," Mercury groaned.

Thriving: Rebirth (Guetry/Scotty)—

[Guetry] pointed to the empty stretch of space, where the Palace's cloak failed and fell away like the petals of a dead flower. His port eased into a low lavender shine, and he stared as it traveled down his arm tattoo. "I apologize for the delay," Scotty said. "Traffic was heavy." Guetry let out a deep exhale and screwed his eyes shut, the ghost of a smirk crossing his features. "…Feels so good to have you inside me again, Scotty." "You'll just say anything at all, won't you," Warren muttered.

From WASTE:

Guetry and Oren—

[Oren] snickered and leaned back, throwing an arm over the back of the couch. "Alright. Maybe I deserved that. What's the set for the next gig?" "Don't pretend you give a shit about my music," I laughed, already halfway into loading the beat guitar with loops from our latest tracks. A couple of favorites, actually—ones Alec had put together and got bouncy whenever she played them. "Hey, I'm trying my best, here." A bit of Oren's levity faded and I desired very strongly to see if I could make it disappear altogether. Before I could, though, he leaned toward me and rapped the instrument on my lap with the tip of a finger. "I'm here, and I'm asking, and I'd actually like you to play me something right now." I dropped the tablet onto the couch next to me and folded my arms. "How about instead of doing that, you come see a fucking show? Throw a few slats our way, buy a couple shirts, stop being a goddamn deadbeat for once in your life, Altavian?"

Uh...Guetry and Oren 😬—

I kicked a discarded box over to the couch and perched on it, pipe and bottle in one hand and the other still clutching my gun. I used the edge of the bottle lip to scratch my temple. "I'm so fucking tired of you," I grunted, my hoarse voice breaking an unknown curse of silence. Oren leaned forward, frowning deeply. "Look...you didn't deserve that. I never should've done it." "Did you fuck her in my bed?" "No," Oren said immediately, which meant it was a lie. Fantastic. "I wouldn't do that to you." "Oh, but you'd go behind my back and hurt me like this, no problem!" "Can you blame me though, man?!" Oren bellowed at me. "Whenever I'm with a guy I get to a point where I start craving pussy real bad. You can't provide that for me, so I lose my head a little. I'm weak!" "You're weak?! You're pathetic!" Anger building in my chest again, I got to my feet and punted the box across the room. It smashed through a glass wall and embedded itself into my bedroom door. "Fucking Christ, Altavian!" "Hey, don't lose your head, Guetry. I love you, okay? I'm sorry. It's never gonna happen again." I'd already halted dead in my tracks, frantically dragging from my pipe to erase the path toward a total meltdown from in front of me. "You love me," I muttered. I eyed the shards of glass on the floor, dreading the cleanup. Prickling arced over my face and down my throat. My heart startled against my ribs. "You're fucking trash, dude."

Guetry and Scotty—

You've done more than most, Guetry. How many humans out there are willing to hold children of a different species in their last hours and tell them repeatedly that they are loved? This quality is rare, a precious gem hidden among humankind. You have given your life to protect others. My eyelids pried themselves open, nearly glued shut with a layer of crust, and through a blurry film, right over my head, beneath the dimmed lights of my hospital room, floated a gently spinning ball of glowing neon purple, bigger than my head. It seemed like he was smiling at me, but I couldn't have even told you my name at that point. For all I knew, I'd hallucinated everything. Scotty's mechanical rings rotated around his nucleus and I watched them with wide, barely-functioning eyes, a breathing tube doing a fine job of making sure I still had no gag reflex. It is high time someone protected you.

Guetry and Mercury—

"This is where we part ways, I'm afraid." I tipped my head, my lips curling into a bittersweet smile that I didn't want to maintain for too long. "You sure?" "Yeah." Mercury turned away from me to watch the ships coming into dock for a moment. "I think...maybe you've got a lot goin' on." "I'm pretty unattached, actually. I've got some time off and I haven't had any of that in a long while, and…" When Mercury imparted a knowing and sympathetic look onto me, I sighed, nodding. "I know. It's...a lot. And I wouldn't ask you to deal with it." Mercury searched my face. "We'll see each other again. I know it. If we're supposed to, we will." I sniffed. "Are we supposed to?"

#tag game #haha I hate Oren #which is funny because I've been parasocially stung too many times by Guetry's face claim and Oren's is fine lmao

[francesderwent]

happy 33rd birthday, Taylor! (a tag game)

six taylor music videos:

ME!

You Belong With Me

Mine

Out of the Woods

I Bet You Think About Me

Delicate

six taylor looks:

glittery green asymmetrical dress at the AMAs, dress of my DREAMS

red patterned ballgown for the Cats premiere

the blue sunflowered gown of staring into joe alwyn’s eyes

the black and gold reputation tour outfit with the slit up the side and the boots. you know the one.

the lavender begin again dress. you definitely know the one.

the red tour outfit with the high-necked lace shirt and the high-waisted leather shorts and the red shoes OR tbh bleachella. she really had it OR the rainbow striped dress in the Endgame mv

six taylor songs which are among my personal favorites:

Enchanted

tis the damn season

peace

Long Live

That’s the Way I Loved You

I’m Only Me When I’m With You (and Paper Rings and Labyrinth and Story of Us and Last Kiss and Mary’s Song and Safe and Sound and Hits Different)

six taylor songs which I believe are objectively her best:

All Too Well

happiness

Cornelia Street

New Years Day

Tim McGraw

Better Man (and Cruel Summer and Getaway Car and evermore and Betty and Mine and If This Was a Movie and White Horse and You Belong With Me and peace)

six taylor songs which are the most me:

I Wish You Would

right where you left me

august

This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

I Forgot That You Existed

State of Grace (and Don’t You and Place In This World and Ready for It? and Never Grow Up)

three taylor albums:

Speak Now

reputation

folklore

tag your friends: @itspileofgoodthings @thelonelybrilliance @madamescarlette @contagiousgrace @imissthembutitwasntadisaster @magpie-trove @nuttmeg13 and tbh ANY AND ALL OF YOU, I can never remember who’s in deep with Taylor and who is kindly putting up with the general furor but if you could come up with six items for each list then you’re tagged, baby!

#this is me admitting I need a music tag #the numbering adds up to 33 in case that was not obvious

[tinyglitterrose]

The Colors On Your Back

Lashton, 18+

Bottom Ashton, Top Luke

There's no actual smut though, basically just Ashton in panties and Luke likes that a lot.

Warnings: NONE

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The first time Luke saw it, he thought it was the light of the stage playing a trick on him. He stood behind Ashton and his drumkit on stage to finish one of their songs and Ashton was right in front of him so how could he not have looked at him. The stripe of intense blue right on the gap where his shirt and pants left a stripe of his skin visible caught his eye, but before Luke could check if he imagined it he had to get back to the front of the stage.

He didn't think about it again after the show.

And it didn't cross his mind again until the next show, but this time the stripe was an almost light shade of green. Luke's eyebrows scrunched up in confusion, but again he forgot it when the show continued.

Their next show was in Mexico City. The song was coming to and end and when Luke made his way behind Ashton, he suddenly remembered ths stripe on Ashton's back that seemed to be changing color everytime.

He didn't think much of it, honestly just curious of what color Ashton's back would have today, he was pretty sure it had to do something with the lights on stage.

Today it was purple, close to lavender. But what Luke didn't expect was the tiny bow in the middle of the colorful stripe.

He blinked in confusion, maybe the light made him see shapes, but when he leaned in closer, making it seem like he was just really into his guitar playing, he could see the outline of the small black bow more clearly. And that also wasn't the light. That purple stripe - it was cloth.

Was that part of his pants? Why had Luke never noticed that?

Ashton's arms went up high in the air to emphasize his next part of the drumming and Luke almost forgot to move his fingers on his guitar.

More of the purple strip got visible and - those were panties.

Ashton was - why was Ashton wearing that?

Luke tried his best to forget about it for the rest of the show, maybe his mind was just spiraling, but the picture of the tiny bow placed on Ashton's lower back kept replaying in his mind.

So, when the show was over he decided to follow Ashton.

Ashton usually went straight to the showers with his stage clothes still on to wash his face off all the sweat, whils everyone else would just change into their regular clothes and quickly dry themselves off any sweat with towels. Time for real showers for all of them was either on the tour bus or in the hotels.

Luke waited until Michael and Calum were busy slapping each other in the faces with their towels, then he followed Ashton's path to the nearest bathroom.

He carefully opened the door, not wanting to make any noise and was met with - well, an ordinary bathroom. Sinks on one wall, three stalls on the other.

One of them was locked.

Luke should probably just leave.

But he couldn't. He was too curious. So he did the stupidest thing he ever did and if anyone ever asked him about it, he would profusel deny it.

He tiptoed up to the locked stall and tried to peak through the slit in the door. It was mere milimeters and Luke could hardly make out anything.

A sliver of Ashton's shirtless back, the hair at his nape, a hand ruffling through that mop of curls.

Then sweatpants that had been hung over the door where pulled into the stall and Luke almost screeched because one of the pant legs slid over the side of his face.

Shit, he was being such a creep.

Suddenly Ashton bent down. Of course he bent down, he was putting the sweatpants on. But all Luke could focus on was Ashton's butt. Ashton's butt that was pushed right into his view as the man bent down to get the pant legs over his feet. Ashton's butt that was covered in a lavender colored cloth.

Those were indeed panties.

Cute little lavender panties with a tiny black bow on the back that clung tightly to his cheeks.

Okay, Luke needed to leave. He needed to breathe. Gasp because he was in utter shock.

Back at the hotel that was exactly what Luke did. No, he didn't mind Ashton wearing panties, he would be the last one to critize that, but what he did mind was his own reaction to it.

He almost craved seeing Ashton in them again. He wanted to get a better view, no door or stage pants hiding the sight. He wanted Ashton to show them off to him, twirl on his weirdly big feet to let Luke get an all round view.

And he wanted Ashton to bend down infront of him, so far that he would almost be touching his toes and thw lavender fabric would get pulled between his cheeks and - no! No, bad thought, Luke! Why was he thinking that?

This was still Ashton, no, he didn't want to see him in his panties, showing off his butt for his bandmate.

But he did. He really did.

Before his own mind had caught up with what he's doing he's already entering Ashton's hotel room. They always have each other's key cards, just for emergencies, and in Luke's fuzzy mind this definitely was one.

The room was lit, clothes sprawled on the floor from the open suitcase, but Ashton was nowhere in sight.

He must still be in the bathroom, Like thought, hearing the humming of Ashton's toothbrush coming from the bathroom that was connected to his hotelroom just like in his own.

So after locking the door again, he quietly sat down in the chair right next to the door.

He didn't have to wait long, until the humming stopped and shortly after his bandmate emerged that bathroom in his infamous colorful robe.

Luke started feeling like he was invading his private space all of a sudden, he should let Ashton know - but his thoughts stopped, completely stopped when Ashton stood infront of the bed, back to Luke and let the bathrobe slip from his shoulders, softly landing on the floor.

Luke's blue eyes bugged open like never before. Ashton's tanned skin was shimmering a little, like he had just finished his shower and then put lotion all over himself and he was naked all for one article of clothing.

Panties. A pair Luke hadn't seen before.

A beautiful and soft baby pink hugged the tan cheeks, a bow - black again - but this time the size of probably a tennis ball clung to it.

Like Ashton was a present, waiting to be unwrapped by Luke.

And he gulped. Loudly.

Ashton turned his head at the weird sound, eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

Upon seeing the tall figure sitting next to his door, he shrieked highly, eyes getting even bigger when he realized it was Luke and that he had just given him a show of himself exposing his secret to him.

He bent down to retrieve his bathrobe, stumbling to get it back on.

Luke could only stare at Ashton and his panty clad butt, while the man crouched down to his bathrobe.

"I- i-", Ashton stuttered, when he had finally hid away all of his gorgeous body again, fully turning around to face Luke with a deep blush all over his face.

Luke just stared and let Ashton stutter along. He didn't know what to say.

The drummer shook his head, as if trying to clear his mind, then gave an accusing look. "What are you doing in here?"

Luke still just stared.

"Luke!", Ashton said more loudly and more angrily. He didn't want to show how humiliated he felt, so he opted for being angry.

Luke blinked.

"I-", he stopped and cocked his head to the side, mind finally clearing up a little, "Just wanted to see your panties"

He grinned when Ashton's mouth dropped open a little.

That just made Luke more confident, as he stood up, walked around Ashton and sat down on the bed, right behind him since Ashton hadn't turned with him, still facing the door.

"Now", the grin was so clear in his voice, his hands going to hold onto Ashton's hips, "Let me get a nice view of them, will you?"

"I - Luke...what?"

Luke just tugged at the bathrobe, making it slip down Ashton's shoulders by a few inches.

"C'mon" he mumbled, giving an encouraging squeeze to the wide hips.

Ashton stuttered out a few incoherent words, then lessened the grip he had on the bathrobe. It fell down his back, stopping right at his hips.

Unsurely, he turned his head then. His face was beet red when his eyes met with Luke's. Luke who gave him an encouraging excited nod and another squeeze to his hips to make him go on, before his hands left Ashton.

"Please", Luke whispered up at him, big blue eyes pleading now. Ashton's cheeks turned even redder if that was possible.

He couldn't look into Luke's overly excited eyes any longer, so he turned his head back around.

It took another whispered "c'mon, Ash, show me" from Luke, then Ashton breathed in deeply and began to lower his beloved bathrobe. Slowly, very slowly. Just a few tiny inches.

Just so that the waistband of his delicate underwear became visible.

Upon hearing Luke's breath stutter behind him, he lowered it further, continuously now, enjoying the way Luke's breath got louder and more unstable the more he exposed.

When his backside was almost on full view, he closed his eyes for a second, then breathed out and let the bathrobe fall. Down to his feet, letting Luke see all of him.

The stuttered breath and heavy swallowing coming from behind him almost made him grin.

"I- holy shit, Ash", Luke mumbled, sounding fully in awe.

And he was. Ashton really was a present wrapped up for him. The pink of the panties tightly hugged his soft cheeks, the dimples in his back emphasized by the black bow inbetween them.

Slowly, not wanting to shock Ashton, the blonde lifted his hand, carefully stroking two fingers across the lace.

Ashton still twitched in surprise, but didn't pull away.

"They're so pretty", Luke mumbled, lost in the sight in front of him, "You're so pretty."

Ashton blushed again, but fortunately Luke couldn't see that right now.

He wasn't sure if it was the way Luke reacted to him or just the confidence that wearing panties gave him or most likely both, but he stuck his butt out towards Luke a little and shook it.

He repeated the action, when he heard Luke gasp behind him.

A small giggle left his lips when he got the same reaction once again. It was making him more confident, making him want to see what other reactions he could draw out of Luke.

Hopefully, Luke would never tell a soul about this, but Ashton gripped the soft material covering his right cheek and pulled it upwards, exposing his skin to Luke. His carefully tucked in balls almot slipped out of the cotton, but it was totally worth the gasp from the man behind him. A pretty loud, pretty shocked gasp.

Ashton shook his butt again for him, just to hear his breath stutter.

Then he went another step further. He couldn't stop somehow, feeling addicted to Luke's reactions, while Luke was addicted to his actions. The singer voiced that, when Ashton stuck his thumbs in either side of the panties and pulled them down about two inches, causing Luke to get a close up view of the beginning of his crack.

Luke whined unhappily, when the other pulled his hands away, making the panties snap back up to cover him.

But he didn't have to wait long, until Ashton repeated the action, this time pulling them down almost halfway over his cheeks, letting Luke see a good part of it. When he let go of the cotton this time, they stayed in place, digging into the fat of the soft cheeks.

Luke gulped again. He was hard now. So hard. And he wanted nothing more than to pull those pink panties all the way down Ashton's legs. He had never thought of any of his bandmates like that, had never thought he'd enjoy seeing one of them naked. Craved it so much. And, heck, he had seen Ashton's naked butt before, but somehow this was different. Well, probably because he was so close to it, allowed to stare and touch, even though he had never had the deisre to do so before.

But suddenly all this was taken from him.

Ashton pulled up the pink cloth, hiding away his beautiful cheeks and then stepped away from Luke and crawled under the covers.

"Goodnight, Lu", he smiled at him like none of this had ever happened.

"I - wait, what?"

"Goodnight", the boy under the covers repeated, still with that goddamn smile, like he knew exactly what he was doing. Of course he did.

"But-"

Ashton interrupted him with a shake of his head and for a second, Luke was scared that he had overstepped a line. But Ashton's next words made it clear that those worries were rootless: "This is enough for today, I got a lot more pretty ones that I want to show you, before you get to wreck my ass."

"Wreck your-", Luke's eyes almost bugged out of his head. He hadn't actually thought that far yet.

Ashton hurried to roll back with his words: "I mean, only if you want to. You don't have to, of course. I can just show you the panties, you don't have to -"

"No, no, I think" Luke now interrupted him, "I think I want to."

They smiled warmly at each other then.

And five minutes later, Luke cursed Ashton and his plump ass because now he was stuck with a boner, when all he wanted to do was sleep so he could see a new pair of panties on Ashton as soon as possible.

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This will probably get at least a part two soon. Also I still haven't figured out how to create one of those masterlist things, so you can find all my fanfictions much easier, but I promise I'm going to look it up soon and hopefully make one.

#5sos gay smut #5sos masterlist #ashton 5sos #ashton imagine #ashton irwin #ashton irwin smut #ashton smut #bottom ashton #fanfic #imagines #luke hemming imagines #luke smut #luke 5sos #lashton #luke hemmings #lashton smut #5sos imagine #5 seconds of summer #5sos #5sos fic #5sos smut #top luke

[jimmypesto]

for the valentine’s day prompt can u do wearing each other’s clothes + older, established chloe and louise?

Louise/Chloe + wearing each other’s clothes

Why did I put off doing the laundry until now?

Sunday Louise curses Friday Louise, who couldn’t be bothered after a grueling shift at the restaurant. Now it’s time to go grocery shopping, and all of her good clothes are dirty.

After an entire two minutes of searching her closet, Louise comes up empty. Every flannel, T-shirt, and stained hand-me-down in her usual rotation is crumpled in the hamper, leaving her with no viable clothing options.

She glares at her closet again, willing a new item to appear. Should she just wear one of her long sleeved shirts? The green one with the stripes? Nah. Tina got the worst of it, but she’s not immune to the genetic curse of heavy sweating. Anything with sleeves would be too suffocating now, in the heat of summer.

If Louise could do the laundry before heading to the store she would, but the deli closes at six and it’s already approaching 4:30. She’s craving Reubens, and she’s making them even if she has to show up to the store in her bathing suit.

Maybe she should just bite the bullet and wear a dirty shirt. She doesn’t love the feeling of grime sticking to her skin, but it seems she’ll be unhygienic either way. Unless…

She spares a glance at the other end of the closet. Lots of dresses—pass. A few strappy tops that Louise doesn’t trust herself to put on correctly—nope. Not happening. Fortunately/unfortunately, her girlfriend’s wardrobe extends far beyond the reach of their humble closet. Louise sighs, walking over to the dresser.

Reluctantly, she opens the top drawer. Unlike her own, Chloe’s designated drawers look like something out of a catalogue. Every shirt is folded nicely, no wrinkles in sight, and her pants are sorted by material.

“Blech.” Louise says aloud. “How do you wear this stuff, babe?”

Also in stark contrast to Louise, Chloe owns heaps of clothing. One week is far from enough to put her endless collection of crop tops, blouses, and cardigans out of commission.

There are a lot of pastels happening, because she went through a big pastel phase the previous spring. Logically, the pale colors should’ve washed out Chloe’s practically translucent skin, but her appearance defines logic. No matter what she wears, she’s the prettiest girl in the room.

Where did all this girly crap even come from? Louise thinks. Her dirty, B.O. covered t-shirts are starting to look better and better. Going out smelling rank is a far superior alternative to being caught dead in one of Chloe’s preppy tops.

As she heads for the laundry basket, she recalls the scent of soggy, mildewed dish rags already mixed in with her clothes. Shit. Maybe she can pretend it’s Halloween, and she’s dressed as, like, the biggest cliche to ever cliche. The reformed mean girl with perfect skin and daddy’s money.

Before she can resign herself to putting on something with a v-neck, Louise catches a glimpse of lavender folded in the very back of the drawer. A memory of Chloe hanging fairy lights in this jacket appears in her brain.

“Score!” She whispers, trying not to ruffle the other clothes as she’s pulling it out.

The color isn’t ideal, but a hoodie is gonna be Louise’s best bet. She knows it’s from some upscale boutique, so she’ll try to avoid spaghetti sauce for the day. It looks thin enough that it might even stay comfortable in warm weather.

Pulling it on over her bra, she decides to do a load of laundry before going out. Though Chloe’s jacket is surprisingly comfortable, she isn’t about to make a habit of wearing her clothes. The mere idea of her girlfriend seeing what she has on is mortifying enough.

Slipping out of the bedroom, Louise stops her keys from jangling as she grabs them off of the bookshelf. She snatches the hamper from the bathroom just as quietly, stepping through the living room where Chloe sits on the couch. She has both feet on the coffee table, painting her nails a demure pink.

“See ya, Chlo.” Louise says quickly. “I’ve got some business that needs attending to. Gotta see a man about some corned beef.”

Before she can make a hasty exit, Chloe speaks.

“Louise?” She asks. “Wait. Slow down. Something’s different about you.

Grinding to a halt, Louise braces herself. Chloe is always hinting about wanting to re-style her, and this is as close as she’s ever going to get.

“Different? Nope. I’m afraid you’re mistaken there, Chloe. All that perfume must be clouding your brain.”

They toss casual insults at each other all the time, so that one doesn’t phase Chloe one bit. She raises her brows.

“You’re wearing my jacket.” She observes. “Finally decided to step up your fashion game, huh?”

“It was this or Bam Bam, and he’s in the hamper.”

Louise found her favorite shirt at the thrift store: a gray top with a hideous clown drawing on the front. In red lettering, it reads “I eat children”. It’s funny on multiple levels, and it gets a rise out of Chloe every time. Hilarious.

“Gross. You could’ve asked before stealing my things, you know. I thought you left petty theft in high school.”

“A girl steals your lip gloss one time, and you never let her forget it!”

The image of sixteen year old Chloe scrambling for her missing item is still funny, even going on six years later.

“Whatever.” Chloe says. “You know…maybe you should wear my clothes more often.”

She surveys her, lips pursed in thought, and Louise feels a little bit like the prize pig at a county fair.

“That color is nice on you.” Chloe says, actual sincerity encroaching on her usual attitude. “Keep it.”

“What?” Louise asks. “Hey, I told you this was a one time thing! I don’t need your charity clothes.”

Chloe rolls her eyes.

“Babe, come on. It’s from three seasons ago. It’s like…the opposite of a big deal. Just take the stupid thing.”

Louise rolls her eyes just as hard. Sometimes she thinks it’s a silent competition they have, where they see who can roll them harder.

“God, thank you for the blessings you’ve bestowed upon me today. The great Chloe Barbash has deigned to give me her hoodie.”

Noticing the slightest peek of self doubt hidden under her sarcasm, Chloe’s face softens.

“It really does look good on you, Louise.” She says. “I mean, it’d be better if you let your hair down, but—“

Louise glares.

“Alright, let’s not get too carried away here. I’m doing the laundry now, and then I’ll never have to resort to wearing your things again.”

Chloe shrugs, returning to her painting, and Louise starts toward the front door. For the first time, she realizes the jacket is soaked in the distinct smell of strawberry perfume.

It smells just like Chloe. The same smell that washes over Louise when she leans on her shoulder or plants a parting kiss on her cheek. It’s girly and snooty and everything Louise hates. When she gets another whiff of her girlfriend’s signature scent, she suppresses a groan. This was a bad idea. She should never have put this dumb jacket on.

“How come you’re still standing there?” Chloe calls from the couch. “Did you forget something?”

Louise shakes her head, more to clear it than anything else.

“Nope. I’m all good. Allll good. No problems here.”

Chloe snorts.

“Whatever, weirdo. Buy the good raspberries this time, okay?”

Louise nods, but she’s still flustered. Damn it. She should’ve just worn something dirty. She should’ve done anything but put on this ugly jacket that smells like Chloe.

Because she knows, even as she tries to deny it, that she never wants to take it off.

#I was so caught up in the euphoria of you requesting Chloe/Louise #that for a moment I lived in a world where this wasn’t supposed to be Valentine’s Day themed #this was so fun to write thank you :) #bobs burgers

[returntosaturn271995]

Friday, September 22nd, 2023: Integrity and Style

It's one of those deceptively hot rainy days. I threw on a teal fuzzy sweater, black leather pants, and my black, heeled timberlands, black beanie, and black leather backpack and walked to Palmy's. Other people seemed to have the same idea and I am now sitting with a sprinkle of rain on my computer and a sprinkle of sweat misting my stomach.

I was trying to romanticize my life and ended up uncomfortably answering emails in a very cute outfit. Still, while I most definitely am going to end up ubering home (update, I did walk home out of sheer spite that the lyft cost $8), it's good to get outside and enjoy public life outside of my runs. There's a winding tree in front of my table outside with a chain of old bells running down the front, rusted by the sea breeze. Light bulbs on string wrap around the crooked branches. This place would look beautiful at night. Inside there's a poster for hibachi nights Tuesday through Sundays, maybe I can drag someone to go with me.

Speaking of which I just got an email from the PB half-marathon and 5 K. My packet arrives next Thursday, the 28th and I am stoked! Also nervous. It depends if the butterflies in my stomach are actually just fat-ass caterpillars that refuse to race. I plan to run an actual 5 K tomorrow or Sunday. The point isn't to be fast, the point is to finish.

Which I can do.

Credit card paid. Emails emailed.

Lately, due to increased book reading and lack of alcohol consumption, I've been writing more and more little scenes in my head. Some are for stand up and some are for THE BOOK that continues to roll around in my head and some are just kind of moody. I'm transferring them to my computer from the truly hideous handwriting in my notebook.

There's probably an 80% chance I'm a terrible fucking writer, but I mean, damn, I do know how to make myself laugh. That's a skillset.

Another funny/meta thing as this journal ages past a year is that I know what I did/thought exactly a year ago:

"There’s such an aimlessness that promotes drinking and fucking up. This subtle but anxiety-inducing restlessness collects like stray crumbs into the nooks and crannies of your mind. That’s where the bullshit behavior, the habits you developed to distract and soothe, really kick in. 

Maybe I don't want to be distracted anymore. Maybe I like it when the woman on the street compliments my outfit as “amazing for a Thursday”. Maybe I want to be amazing and stop waiting for a special fucking day to put on my best. I don’t need to clean my room on a “who-is-coming-over-for-sex” basis."

This is an example of a lesson I remind myself of a lot. Today is the special occasion. Don't wait to burn nice candles or wear a fabulous outfit. Look good regardless of who can see you. Dress up and clean your room for yourself. You deserve it. It starts as self-esteem and develops into integrity- who you are when no one's watching.

Your habits end up being less performative even if you're technically more adorned. Romanticizing your own life is wearing a suit during the apocalypse. Cinematic. Ridiculous. Symbolic. A signal that you care about yourself and have a firm idea of who you are.

Today at Palmy's there was a Black girl with long shiny braids in a lavender hoodie in white writing that said "Got Privilege?". Immediately I felt like I knew her a little. She has experiences and a perspective, a sense of humor and a boldness.

Clothing and style will always be important to me.

When I got home, I peeled off the sweater and pants I thought went with the weather. Literally peeeeled in the case of the leather pants, I do not think they would have come back on with the sweat and my recent muscle gain. Then I dressed in a multi-colored striped yarn dress. I'm way more fucking comfortable and it matches my mood.

[lycheesuwa]

Sounds of a Saxophone (Part 6)

Previous Part 5 here

About the Agate Festival~

The next day you go over to Hazuki’s house to get ready for the Agate Festival.

“What?!” you cry. “You’re not going to wear the Yukata? But you dragged me all over to get that…” you whine.

“I don’t think he’ll wear one either…” she says blushing furiously. “So…”

You sigh. “Fine, just put on a cute outfit. I won’t wear the dress either.”

“No!” Hazuki cries. “You have to!”

“Why do I have to?” you ask shocked.

“Because Takigawa—” she cuts herself off. “I just think that maybe something could happen between the two of you… and there’s nothing… I don’t want to get my hopes up too much.”

You pause, debating telling her about his feelings for Kumiko now. You can’t do it. She’s on top of the world, and you can’t be the one to bring her down.

Reluctantly you pull on the dress, loving the material flowing around your legs, and Hazuki gives you a pair of low heels to wear, two inches. White and strappy, a tiny flower on the strap that crosses near your big and second toes.

“You’re gorgeous [y/n],” Hazuki breathes happily handing you your white purse. You pull that over your shoulder and smile hesitantly. You pull your hair up into a low bun, and when you’re finished turn to look over Hazuki.

She’s wearing a cute pink shirt over an orange and white striped shirt, blue skirt, blue sweater tied at the waist. “Cute!” you exclaim. “Tsukamoto-kun better think so too,” you say grinning.

Hazuki smiles somewhat uncertainly.

You look solemnly at her. “If something goes wrong, I have my phone, you have my number. Do not hesitate to call, and I will be right over, without Chikao-kun.”

Hazuki nods and hugs you. “Thank you [y/n], you’re the best friend in the world!”

At the festival you run into Midori-chan. Midori is with her sister, and her sister looks like an angel. They help Hazuki with her hair, and after she leaves, you, and Hazuki are left on your own.

You smile, “I’m going to go find Chikao-kun,” you tell her.

Hazuki nods, and waved to you, you leaving.

“[y/n]-chan!” you hear a voice from in front of you. Hazuki is a little ways behind, and you recognize the voice of Tsukamoto. You stop and let him catch up to you. He’s wearing a green plaid shirt, which accents the green in his eyes more. It was a good choice, and you smile in approval. He chose well.

His eyes widen at the sight of you in the lavender dress, but he ignores his red face. “Where’s Katou-chan?” he asks instead, sounding a little bit sullen.

“She’s up there. Do you know where Chikao-kun is?” you trade him. Secretly you’re glad he’s looking for Hazuki.

“Back there,” he says. “Good luck.”

“You too,” you say shooting him a warning glance.

Tsukamoto nods once and you part ways.

You spot Chikao before he sees you. He’s wearing a blue plaid shirt and his black uniform pants. The blue on his shirt brings out the blue in his eyes. You stand and look to the side, hands clasped behind your back, waiting. You know he’ll see you soon enough. You catch him turning his head in a shiny bauble hanging from a small stall, and turn to face him, smiling broadly as you make eye contact from down the street.

You walk up to him, and he takes your hand. “[y/n]-chan…” he whispers. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you, you look very handsome tonight, Chikao-kun.”

You walk along the shops hand in hand, stopping to look at small trinkets, and so Chikao can get some curry bread.

“Do you want any?” he asks you as you guys sit down on a bench overlooking the river.

“Sure,” you say. Honestly, you’re just enjoying your time with him.

Blushing his rips off a piece and hands it to you. You eat it and lean against him. You can hear him chewing and his heartbeat, the city lights glowing around you.

He puts his arm around you. “I like you,” he says softly into your hair, the bread all gone.

You look up at him, your noses almost touching. “Me too,” you whisper.

Slowly you close your eyes and tilt your head to the right, Chikao tilting his head to your left. He moves in, and the two of you kiss, a rush of heat spreading though out your body.

His lips are warm and soft, a few crumbs of bread there, but they fall away as you kiss him deeper, pressing yourself closer to him until your figure is carved neatly into his. His arm winds its way around your waist, his other hand on the back of your head. One of your hands is under his jaw gently guiding him, and the other raking a hand through his hair which is softer than you thought it would be.

Slowly the two of you break away, breathing heavily, and Chikao takes his hand from behind your head to rub the back of his neck. “Uh, I don’t—”

You hold a finger up to his lips. “Shh, it was wonderful,” you say smiling as your place a short kiss on his gorgeous red lips. Chikao takes your hand with his and you sit there letting the night engulf you in its warm light

(fin.)

A.N. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed. It's been a while since I wrote this and interacted with the Hibike!Euphonium world so if things are wrong let me know and I'll rewatch the entire thing (x

I do not own Hibike!Euphonium or the characters, all rights go to Takeda Ayano (author)

Relink to my masterlist

#fanfic #hibike! euphonium #takigawa chikao #kumiko oumae #katou hazuki #fluff #sfw

[ittybittytatertot]

#I get it 'put the stripe symbolizing diversity up top to show its important' #but if the stripes were in top to bottom order of importance then why is sex above all else? it's not a numbered list #put the lavender stripe where it looks the best #happy pride! #pride flags #edit: tumblr CHaNgED the colors I used #specifically the hot pink

[erodasfishtacos]

Can I request a prompt of dad!Harry where maybe it’s just him And Sasha and they get mobbed and her slightly hurt but he is furious

JUST A LESSON

word count: 5k+ (how'd i write this in one day)

warnings: language, smut, blood, minor injuries

- If you'd like more from dad!harry verse - check out my masterlist! (pinned post)

- PLEASE NOTE: DAD!HARRY & CEO!HARRY ARE TWO DIFFERENT TROPES.

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Harry was quite stressed out. He wasn’t sure how his wife did it all the time. She was constantly packing up Sasha and toting her around the globe to meet up with him for concerts and events when he was away.

The little family had been staying in their Los Angeles home for nearly three months now as Harry had been writing for his third solo album. It involved a lot of late nights were Y/N were putting Sasha to bed by herself.

Harry was eternally grateful that she was so patient and understanding when he snuck into bed quarter past three after finding a rift that fit a new song perfectly or when Mitch had an idea that had Harry on Skype for hours with him.

The stress was overwhelming for her though. She was usually good at self-care and taking time for herself but Sasha had been so needy lately and crabby when her father wasn’t at her beck and call.

The toddler was going through a bout where she struggled to sleep through the night and had a tendency to scream bloody murder when she didn’t get her way.

It was nearly three weeks of this and she hadn’t mentioned it too much to Harry because she didn’t want him to be as stressed out as she was.

Tonight, Y/N had rocked, sang, hummed, and read to her daughter to stop the angry tears that were rolling down her cheeks but nothing was working. It was near eleven at night and she had took Sasha out in the car for a long ride where she finally fell asleep.

But as soon as Y/N unlocked the front door, she startled awake even angrier than before, squirming out her mother’s grip and bolting through the house. When she tried to round a corner, she slipped on her bum.

Y/N felt her anxiety level break.

Sasha began screaming once again, “Mummy! No! No!”

When Y/N picked her up after her slight tumble, she was absolutely not hurt but had become even more frustrated. Y/N was starting to feel overwhelmed - which didn’t happen often.

“Baby, what do you want? What can mummy do?” Y/N asks with desperation, searching her baby’s watery green eyes. She looked so much like her dad it was absurd.

“No! Down! Stop!” The two year old orders with a furrowed brow, lips in a tight line with her nose scrunched up in displeasure.

“Sasha, you just hurt yourself. You can’t run in the house, the floor is slippery,” Y/N tells her firmly despite it falling upon deaf ears.

“Bad mummy,” Sasha shrieks, “Daddy! Want Daddy! Now!”

Y/N is embarrassed to admit that she has tears welling up in her eyes. She was trying everything in her power to soothe her baby. It’s midnight at this point and she’d been at it since seven this morning.

Sasha had refused a nap all day - giving Y/N no respite at all. Harry had left at eight in the morning and hadn’t returned yet. Even though Sasha was only two and a half, Y/N felt a pang at the words ‘bad mummy.’

She didn’t feel any other option at this point than to call Harry for help. She wanted to be capable of being at stay home mum but sometimes it was really fucking hard but she felt guilty because she should be able to do this. Harry was out there working hard, providing, constantly.

When he doesn’t answer, the tears freely start streaming down her face in silence. She scrubs at them quickly so that her daughter doesn’t see them but it’s hard to catch them all - sobs threatening to bubble through her lips.

“Daddy’s working, we need to go to sleep,” Y/N replies to her daughter, jaw clenched to hold back the upset she feels. She needs a minute alone but she doubts her toddler will let her.

“Pool?” Sasha piques, “Swim?”

Y/N wants to laugh, it’s so fucking late and Sasha should have been in bed nearly four hours ago. The mother was so beyond her routine at this point, that she actually just gave in to her daughter.

Sasha’s mood turns around when Y/N wrangles them both into their swimsuits ***and trails out of the back patio, switching on all the lights around as well as in the pool. The California air was still extremely warm, enough to cause a sweat. ***

She tugs a little donut raft into the pool with them that Sasha can float around on while Y/N guides it to keep her safe. She was so tired by this point that her bones felt like they weighed a million pounds.

Sasha’s eyes droop until they finally flutter close within minutes of being in the warm water. Her eyelids splotchy pink from all of the fits and tears from the day. And when she is completely asleep, Y/N lets herself cry as she continues to float the baby around the pool to keep her asleep.

She hasn’t been doing it for more than ten minutes when the patio door opens and Harry is stepping into the back with a confused expression that she can’t see because her back is turned to him.

“Love, why are you in the pool? S’late,” Harry asks softly but he doesn’t get an answer, so he’s slipping out of his plain tee and striped pants, dirty vans kicked to the side ***.

Just in his briefs, he quietly enters the pool to not disrupt the ebb and flow of the water. When he makes his way over to her, he slides in front of his wife, alarmed at the exhausted, tearful expression on her face.

“Baby, what’s happened? Talk t’me,” Harry whispers, hands coming to cup his wife’s face in between his large hands. Rings cold against her hot, wet cheeks. He looks to his sleeping daughter, running his eyes over her a few times and decides she seems completely okay.

“M’fine,” Y/N chokes out but the lie causes a fresh wave of tears.

Harry frowns, “Don’t lie to me, pet. Please, don’t shut me out. M’always here for you.”

“I’m a bad mum,” She sobs silently, her eyes closing as she leans into his palms before moving to rest her head heavily on the crook of his tattooed shoulder, his chest damp from the salty tears.

“Wha-What’s brought this on? Y’the best mum in the world, best wife in the world. The best at everythin’, why are you doubtin’ that, my heart?” Harry murmurs, taking over the rocking motions of Sasha’s raft.

“She wouldn’t settle today, Harry. Like at all, refusing to nap, eat any healthy food, or bathe. She screamed at me the whole day no matter what I did and then she told me I was bad and she wanted you.”

“Love, she’s in the midst of her terrible twos. She loves you more than anythin’ on this earth. Y’her mummy and a damn good one at that. Why didn’t y’call me? I’d come home, work is never more important than our family.”

Y/N doesn’t bring up the fact she did try to call, “I need to be able to do this myself, Harry. M’a stay at home mum, taking care of Sash is literally my only job and I can’t even do that.”

Harry’s face hardens but he tries to not take it personally, knowing his wife is just upset with herself, “That’s not fair to me, dove. M’her daddy, she’s half mine too. She’s just as much of my responsibility as yours, no matter what my job is.”

“I don’t want to stress you out more than necessary,” Y/N mutters into his skin.

“Me coming home to my wife in tears and my baby in the pool at midnight is more stressful than you ringin’ me to come home,” Harry tells her, smearing a few kisses to the top of her hair.

“I’m sorry for worrying you. I’m just tired.”

Harry pulls her back so he can look her in the eyes, “Never apologize for somethin’ like that. Go get a bath and let me put the bub to sleep, okay? I love y’mumma.”

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Harry calls his mum the next morning while Y/N is out getting a manicure with Glenne. He’d called her favorite salon earlier in the day, coercing them into opening a spot for her with a monetary bribe.

Y/N had hesitated at the door as Sasha threw a fit at her mother leaving the house. She clung onto her calf until Harry had to physically pull her off and hold her tightly in his arms.

Currently, Sasha was playing with a set of dolls on the floor of her bedroom as Harry sat next to her. She’d originally been happy with the presence of her father until he told her he needed to make a phone call.

Harry had to be stern with her when she went to grab at the phone pressed to his ear, gently gripping her wrist and frowning, “We don’t do that, s’not nice.”

Sasha had attempted to grab at it again and managed to tangle Harry’s long locks into his fist, tugging at them. Harry unraveled the small fingers before telling his daughter, “If you do that one more time, y’going on the step for two minutes.”

The threat had her pouting harshly but turning back to her toys to occupy herself, sighing when his mum finally answered the phone, “Hi darling.”

“Hi mum, you alright?” Harry asks, relaxing at the sound of his mother’s melodic voice.

“I’m perfect, you don’t sound okay, dear,” Anne replies with a concerned twinge.

Harry didn’t call much to complain, didn’t like worrying her and most of the time Y/N was able to provide the support he needed or Jeff.

“Y/N’s really overwhelmed,” Harry tells her before choking up a bit, “And I don’t know what to do mum, I feel like m’bein’ a bad husband. Came home to her crying last night and she feels like she’s a bad mum.”

When Sasha hears her father’s voice crack, she looks up at him curiously before recognizing that he’s upset. She crawls into his lap, fitting herself against his chest before playing with a doll there. Comforting him.

Harry wraps his free arm around her, pulling her as close as possible. His precious little baby. A little blessing as sweet as her mother.

“Oh honey, that happens. Mums, good mums especially are so critical when they don’t need to be. Baby’s are overwhelming, plus I know she’s been alone a lot with her. But you’re not a bad husband, dear.”

“It feels like it,” Harry sniffles, burying his face in his daughter’s lavender-scented curls from her bath earlier.

“If you were, you wouldn’t be calling,” Anne chuckles at her son, “Now how can we make this situation better?”

-

The phone call helped Harry not feel so hopeless in helping his wife. He’d come up with the plan to fly to England with Sasha so that Anne could see her but Y/N could have some alone time for a long weekend.

When Y/N enters the front door after her appointment, she’s met by a very excited little human who rushes to her mother and demands to be picked up. Of course, Y/N obliges, looking a bit more refreshed and awake as she tucks the baby against her hip.

Harry had ordered their favorite salads from a shop in the city and had it ready for her, “Oh, looks delicious. Thank you, H,” She smiles at him, leaning to give his stubbly cheek a kiss.

As they dig in, Y/N feeding bits of chicken and veggies to her daughter as they eat, Harry clears his throat, “I’m taking Sash to Holmes Chapel for the long weekend to see my mum.”

Y/N smiles, “That sounds great!”

Harry gives her a perplexed look, he’d thought she’d put up a fight. She despised being away from Sasha - couldn’t go a day without seeing her daughter.

“Really?” Her husband asks, putting down his fork.

“Mhm, I just have to pack a bag for Sash and I. When are we leaving?” Y/N replies eagerly, ready to go back home and get away from California for a bit.

Harry’s stomach clenches, “Erm, I meant just me and the baba? I thought you could stay here and relax for a weekend. Sleep, hang out, shop.”

Y/N’s face falls and is replaced with a devastated look, “You don’t think I’m being a good mum.”

Harry backpedals, realizing he shouldn’t have approached it in the lax way he did.

“No, no, of course not, baby. I think you’re such a good mum that you need a break. You never get breaks, m’the one who always does. S’not fair to you. I just need you to have some time to take care of yourself,” Harry explains, his heart shattering a bit at the tears brimming again.

“I don’t want a break, don’t leave me here,” Y/N begs, tucking a piece of tomato in her daughter’s expectant mouth before Sasha chews and smiles at her mother.

“Mummy, more please?” Sasha chirps, her mood a little bit brighter than it had been the last few days.

“Thank you for using your manners, here baby,” Her mother responds, popping another into her mouth after she sliced it in half.

“Did you book a commercial flight?” She asks her husband with an angry tone.

“No, private but we have to catch it at LAX,” Harry explains, the private airport they usually fly out of was filled to capacity at the moment.

“Either I’m coming or you’re going alone. You’re not taking Sasha without me,” Y/N replies firmly. She stands up and shuffles Sasha into his lap before leaving the room without another word.

Harry didn’t expect that. He should have thought it through more. If Y/N wanted to come, of course she could, but he’d never meant to offend her or act like he was taking Sasha away from her.

--

Harry had attempted to reason his way out of going to the studio with Jeff today. However, with the final cuts and adjustments were being made - he was quickly turned down and demanded in the studio.

When he’d trailed into the quiet house that night, relieved to find his baby in her crib instead of the pool, he went to his bedroom where the lights were still on.

The closet doors were open and Y/N was on the ground folding and sorting Sasha’s clothes before placing them in her suitcase. ***

Y/N’s suitcase already laying zipped and ready to go by the entrance of the closet. Her toiletry bag was placed neatly on top of it. Then his heart pings a bit when he sees that she’s already packed up his suitcase as well.

Harry pads over to his wife, plopping down behind her and tugging her back into him - long arms wrapping around her upper chest.

“Missed you, mumma.”

She hums, “I missed you too. Miss you always.”

“Y’the love of my life, y’know that?” Harry asks, kissing the back of her neck.

“I better be or you married the wrong person,” Y/N laughs softly, her tone still off but lighter than before.

“Married the right person, knocked up the right person.”

Y/N barks out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “How romantic.”

“Baby, y’know what I’m getting at. You’re the best mum and wife. I just wanted you to have a few days to yourself. To lower your stress level and let you do some self-care,” Harry murmurs, pushing the baby clothes out of her hands.

“But your mum can watch her for a bit while we’re there, right? I don’t want alone time, I need the exact opposite. I need company,” She tells him, twisting herself until she’s seated in his lap - straddling him.

“Mmm, can definitely have some alone time,” Harry agrees instantly, his mouth finding her throat - beginning to lay a path of wet, hot kisses down the column down to her collarbones.

“H, I have t’pack, we’re leaving tomorrow morning,” Y/N weakly argues but can’t help but bear down against her husband when she feels him harden in his loose pants quickly.

“S’just a quickie? Yeah, pet? Lemme fuck you,” Harry’s hands dragging the shirt she’s wearing up and over her head. Eyes lighting up boyishly when he realizes she didn’t have a bra on.

She can’t argue as he darts down to wrap his lips around her pert bud, sucking between long swipes of his tongue - just how she liked it. “Missed y’body so much,” Harry states against her heated skin.

“Just had me two days ago,” Y/N laughs but it cuts off into a moan when his hand slides into her pajama shorts and finds her clit over her thin underwear.

“Never enough,” Harry replies easily, “Remember the song I wrote f’you?”

Y/N snarkily asks, “Which one? Nearly all your songs are about me.”

And well...Harry can’t even argue how true her statement is. “The one titled ‘Never Enough’, pet? Remember?”

Before she can speak, he lowly croons out the chorus of the song he wrote for One Direction years ago, “Lips so good I forget my name. I swear I would give you everything. It’s never enough, never enough.”

Harry knows his sweet as syrup singing gets her immensely turned on and so he’s not surprised when she whimpers against his lips, “Fuck me, c’mon.”

He’s delighted at his wife’s pleas and quickly moves them, leaning forward with her until she’s on her back on the ground of their walk-in closet. He accidentally kicks over a pile of Sasha’s dresses but neither even notice.

There is no time wasted as Harry removed every single article from Y/N’s body quickly as well as his own. He’s leaning forward to suck a few more kisses to her chest as his fingers slip down to crook right up into her hot center.

“No teasing,” Y/N complains, wrapping hands around his biceps and bringing him on top of her more fully. She’s squeezing around his two fingers with need, it has him groaning when he brings them up and sucks them between his pouty lips.

Then she’s not waiting any longer, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his thick length. Harry lets out rumble from his chest at the contact before she’s guiding him into her without any further ado.

“Baby,” Harry chastises as soon as she starts goading him into thrusts with her feet against him bum, pushing him into her harder than he’d usually start, “Y’squeezin’ me s’tight, you missed me too?”

Y/N nods, whining every time he pushes against her spot and sends a zip of arousal through her body. His trimmed hair around his base brushing against her clit causing delicious friction for her.

“No, y’need to tell me,” Harry huffs, hand gripping her jaw harsher than he would if they were having slow, intimate sex. He knew she loved it by the way her eyes twinkle with stubbornness.

“No,” She replies coyly, heels of her feet pressing hard against him to the point it itches with a slight pain. Harry loved his wife so much it was looney.

“It’s fine, don’t need y’to come for me to get off, dove,” Harry replies simply, speeding up his thrusts with his hand holding her jaw for him to press bruising kisses against. His teeth are coming to pull her bottom lip in between.

Something switches in her demeanor though without warning, her voice softer and pliant, “Tell me you love me.”

It has Harry slowing down his hips until he’s rocking deeper into her, going down on his elbows so their noses are bumping. He releases the grip of her chin and instead moves to her bum to encourage her to meet him halfway.

“I love you, s’much it hurts most days,” Harry replies obediently, knowing what his wife needed at that moment. Reassurance. “Most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, then you made us a perfect little baby.”

She’s looking up at him with loving, grateful eyes, landing a gentle peck to his upper lip and letting her head fall back onto the floor. This is what she needed right now from her husband and he was so good at providing.

“Breaks my heart when y’don’t think your a good mum or wife. ‘Cause you’re everythin’ I ever wanted. Why’d you think I write every song about you, lovie? S’cause you’re my soulmate.”

“H,” She whimpers, emotion thick in her throat as she meets his eyes, “I love you so much. You’re the best husband and dad ever.”

“Baby,” Harry murmurs into her cheek, picking up speed as she starts to clench around him in a warning of her oncoming orgasm. He slips his hand down to press a few light rubs to her clit before she’s arching her back and moaning with pleasure.

“You look s’good, coming ‘round my cock,” Harry tells her, helping her ride through it before hitching her hips up even further and thrusting harshly until his hips stutter and he’s coming as well.

“Harry,” Y/N sighs, her breathing coming back to normal as she roams a hand down his shoulders and back - scratching lightly.

“Hmm, dove? Y’want my cock again? Need a few,” He replies into her neck, ever the teenage boy.

She giggles, “No, we have to catch a flight at eight in the morning and it’s currently four-thirty.”

Harry grunts before pulling out and sitting up, “Y’better have packed my favorite pajama pants or I’m goin’ to be cross with you.”

--

Y/N now regrets the second round of fun as soon as their alarm goes off. Her body sore from the position he’d twisted her into against the shower wall after they packed the rest of Sasha necessities.

They were nearly at the airport with Sasha nodding back off in the carseat. She was excited to see her Nana and Aunt Gemma once again.

Their daughter was in the cutest, comfiest jumpsuit with comic hearts all over it *** and adorable little sock sneakers*** that slide right on and off her feet.

Harry had chucked on black sunglasses, a black jumper with green lettering, black joggers, and blue checkered van with white socks. He was attempting to fly under the radar as much as possible because he knew paparazzi just sit outside the entrances to spot celebrities. ***

It was annoying but he could deal with it when he was mobbed at the airport when he was by himself. But when it was with his wife and baby - he couldn’t stomach it. It’s part of the reason they fly private from a private port.

When they pull up to the curb, a staff member is waiting for them and helps Harry as well as the driver put his luggage on a cart to be brought to the awaiting jet.

Y/N unbuckles the baby who is awake now but bleary-eyed as she’s sitting on the curve of her mother’s hip.

And well - that’s when the madness begins. A pap spots them within seconds of exiting the car and is pulling up his camera for the first shots, the other photographers sitting around follow suit.

As soon as one of them screams, “Harry Styles - look this way!” The jam packed area looks towards them, seeming fans of his start murmuring before following behind the paparazzi pulling their phones out.

Y/N is used to the crowds by now - but just like Harry, not with Sasha around. They tried to avoid situations like this as much as possible. The lights and loud noises were scary to the little girl.

“Mummy,” Sasha whines, picking her head up from her mother’s shoulder to stare wide-eyed at the gathering in front of them.

Harry started to feel anxiety because this was becoming a massive crowd - scratch that, it wasn’t a crowd it was a fucking mob of people. They were all too close, blinding the family with their flashes despite security attempting to push them back.

Fans were shoving and thrusting their phones in Harry’s face, shoving random things for him to sign in front of him. Paparazzi were screaming questions and taking thousands of pictures in a minute’s time.

Harry grabs onto Y/N’s hand tightly, their diaper bag on Harry’s shoulder, and begins to attempt to guide them through the swarm. It was like trying to move through cement, the crowd not budging despite security’s screams.

Sasha is full blown crying at this point into her mother’s neck. Y/N’s hand cupping the back of her head to keep her head down and out of the photographs - holding her as tightly as possible.

Y/N can hear Harry began to curse - signaling that he’s becoming stressed out because he would usually never be rude to the public despite their actions. But he couldn’t give a fuck when it came to his family.

“Move out of the way.”

“D’you not see I have a fuckin’ baby?”

“Get those fuckin’ cameras out of their faces.”

“Back the fuck away from my wife and baby.”

Then Y/N is being shoved by a teenage girl who trips when she thrusts her arm towards Harry. She tumbles into Y/N with her full weight and Y/N’s loses her footing, falling forward - letting go of Harry’s hand.

When she falls, she manages to catch herself with the arm that’s not holding her daughter. But she feels pain in her knees and Sasha emits a sharp wail that alerts Y/N her daughter is hurt.

“Sash, fuck,” Y/N gasps, her motherly instincts automatically kicking in and she’s cradling her daughter as tightly to her chest as she can, shielding her from the swarm who had quieted only a bit.

It must take Harry a second to realize that something had happened, he turns around - eyes frantic as he absolutely roars, “Back the fuck up! I’ll fuckin’ break each and everyone of your cameras! Fucking leeches.”

With that, he’s helping to pull you up and grasping at the two, “Are you okay? Wha’s hurt?”

Y/N just shakes her head, having a panic attack as she shuffles the crying baby into his arms. “Please, just...Sasha. I think she hurt her arm when I fell.”

“Daddy, ouch,” Sasha shrieks loudly into his sweatshirt as he hikes her up onto his chest, her little legs wrapped around his midsection.

“Ssh, y’okay,” Harry tries to reassure her, matching his wife’s panic.

The crowd seems to give way now, the parents rushing their daughter into the airport.

Employees guide them to the medical office on-site where it’s now silent and calm but the family feels anything but.

Sasha’s sobs have turned into moans and whimpers at this point - but come back with a vengeance when Harry has to set her on the exam table and wrestle her out of her clothes until she’s just sat in her diaper.

The nurse was so amazing and kind. She checked Sasha thoroughly for any signs of trauma or broken bones but luckily, it was just a nasty scrape on her forearm that was hurting her. It wasn’t anything serious.

The parents had such concern for their daughter that Y/N didn’t even realize she had bled through her white joggers at the knees ***. The nurse frowns, “Honey, you’re still bleeding.”

“I’m fine,” She insisted even though her knees were aching.

“I’d like to examine your legs, dear,” The nurse tells her sternly, signaling that Harry can dress Sasha again.

He’s digging into the diaper bag for a spare out that they were always ready with. She was calming even more when Harry dressed her in a comfy pink set of clothes with little deer on them. ***

“Love, please let her,” Harry asks softly, pulling Sasha back onto his chest. Her thumb tucked into her mouth and her father hands her a plushie that Y/N had shoved in the bag last minute.

Y/N obliges with the pressure, wiggling the loose fabric down her legs until she’s just in her underwear and shirt - sits up on the table with her knees off to the side for her to examine.

Harry grimaces when he sees the multiple cuts and scrapes tainting her skin. A few slow trickles of blood still oozing from the gashes. The skin is already slowly covering purple and blue with bruises.

The nurse cleans her up, Y/N wincing when the alcohol brushes the cuts but Sasha is smiling again like nothing ever happened and cooing at her mum. It makes them both feel a lot better.

--

When they’re finally on the private jet, up high into the clouds away from the crowds and paparazzi - it feels like relief. ***

They had tucked their daughter onto the couch with her favorite fuzzy blanket and she’s asleep nearly as soon as her head hits the pillow.

They trail back into the other part of the cabin so that they don’t disturb her, cuddling up on the couch together.

“M’so sorry, I’m such a bad fa-”

Y/N cuts him off before he begins, “If I’m not allowed to be a bad mum - you’re not allowed to be a bad father. It wasn’t y’fault that happened - it’s those careless, crazed people who have nothing better to do.”

Y/N was always the voice of reason in Harry’s head when he started to spiral.

Spiral because his fame was so overwhelming and got his family into difficult situations sometimes. She brought him back to reality.

“Hey, we’re both okay. Just a few scrapes. It was just a lesson, Harry. We just need to be safer and plan better, alright?” Y/N assures him softly, kissing under his chin before resting back - ready to sleep.

“Y’the best. Best mum, best wife,” Harry tells her, encompassing her in his loving hold.

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slow dancing in the night

→ Pairing. Taehyung x reader

→ Genre. established relationship, fluff, slice of life, model!taehyung, model!reader, taehyung missed you a lot, he is starving (his words not mine), gets a bit hot by the last 40 lines, mentions of oral (f) so I guess this counts as mature content, implied smut, making out (kinda), there is a bit of swearing

→ Summary. what could possibly be better than coming home after a long day of work to someone you love and missed a lot ?

→ Word count. 3.2k (!!!)

→ because I wrote this over a year ago when I still didn't know what I was doing with my writing, I had to go through a deep process of editing and re-writing before posting it. This might not be my best work but it's still a fic that I really really like :,)

→ song rec. slow dancing in the dark, Joji// still with you, Jungkook

Fridays have always been exhausting days for both you and your boyfriend, especially on runways weeks. As models, you were put under a lot of pressure.

Pressure to be perfect, to smile but never smile too much, to look good, to not fall on stage.

Falling has to be the most tragic thing that can happen to your carreer as a model, the hungry stares of thousands of photographers and reporters ready to share the latest news to the press.

Yeah, it was exhausting.

This week was no exception... or maybe it was since, this time, you were the only one working until late.

It’s four in the morning and you’re already on your way out - kind of running late, oBviOusLy - quietly wishing your boyfriend a good day.

He is not working today.

That lucky bastard.

He gets to enjoy his free day in bed, lazing around, while you work your ass off all day. He mumbles something that you assume is a sort of goodbye. He is still asleep.

You look at him one last time before leaving the room and smile. He looks so peaceful.

You still remember the day you met, by pure luck even though you both call that fate. That was 5 years ago, when you just debuted your career as a model and were not that comfortable around high heels.

Okay no. Let’s be real.

You hated wearing them because you couldn’t walk in heels higher than 5 cm.

It’s still a wonder how you managed to make it in the first place.

Were you wearing flat shoes for the audition ? Damn you really must’ve done an impression on the judges if they made you pass without the heels try-on.

Your first day at the agency was chaotic to say the least. Your manager made you walk around the building, to visit she said. She made you wear heels. HEELS. That devilish person.

But, thank to that, you got to meet Taehyung. Your eyes landed on him as you were visiting the lounge and couldn’t tear them away from his figure. The poor man had to witness you fall down because you weren’t watching your steps anymore.

I mean.

Who could blame you ??

That was Kim frEaking Taehyung

!!!

He even came to help you get back on your feet and asked if you were alright, kind of amused.

It’s not everyday you see someone falling down in here, let alone a newbie

Let’s be honest, you were so embarrassed.

First day of work and you’re already failing falling.

That night when you came home, you spent the night wearing heels and prayed really hard you’d never have to face him again. After all, the building was big enough and there were enough workers that you could avoid Taehyung easily

If only

The NeXt day, you were told that you had a couple shooting, with none other that Kim Taehyung.

GreaT

He would occasionally tease you about your fall and check on you to see if everything was alright. He watched you carefully as you were walking around with heels.

From up close he looked even more handsome.... :)

After this day, you started talking with Taehyung more and more. He introduced you to everyone around the agency. You met outside of work, got to know each other. You both became regally good friends but there was something lingering in the air, in the way you’d look at each other or stood so close to him after a couple glasses of wine that you could breathe his air.

So what was bound to happen happened and you went from friends a to lovers without really noticing it.

He was still your best friend...somehow

Eventually, you took things to the next level and moved in together... maybe a half and a year ago or so ? You’ve never been happier in your life

And, well, you’d actually be happier if you could spend the day with boyfriend instead of running around trying to find god knows which accessories you need for the rehearsal.

8 in the morning is noT a time to be doing cardio.

Especially while wearing heels

Become a model they said, it’ll be fun they said

“Y/n! Come here please I need you to try on this dress before you go!” Your personal stylist calls “I made sure to fix it yesterday so it’d be a perfect fit for the show”

You stop your tracks and go to her “make this quick i have to go get changed before 9 otherwise I’m screwed. Why did they even decide to do the rehearsals so early today ?” You sigh, frustrated, and put on the dress she’s handing you “thank you”

“Okayyy...it looks great. Gold looks amazing on you.” She smoothes the dress and gives an approving nod, visibly satisfied ; “You’ll look perfect for the Grand Finale. Oh god it’s already 8:30 you better go before Mr.Kim throws a fit because you’re late”

You both giggle ; “thank you for fixing the dress Naeun, see you later today. Well, probably tonight. Byeeee”

The rehearsal seems to never end. You’re squeezed in dozens of different outfits, gorgeous for sure but sO tight. Mr. Kim, the one who organised the runway, is such a perfectionist that you have to re-do some things multiple times before he’s satisfied. One time the lighting isn’t right, the other the models are walking too fast, not on beat and so on.

Everyone hates him for that but he always makes the best shows so you just follow.

After multiple tries, the rehearsal finally comes to an end. It’s already 4PM. You barely get time to breathe and go pee before you’re back into the ‘running-around-to-find-my-dress-and-fix-my-makeup-oh-god-i-gotta-be-on-stage’ crazy mess.

Walking on the runway feels amazing, running backstage is terrible.

It’s so hot and small back there you can hardly move around well.

It takes 2 hours for the whole fashion show to be over, one more for pictures outside the catwalk and chat with reporters. Since you’re kind of a famous model now, you get invited to the afterparty and spend few extra hours interacting with some celebrities that attended the show. Other models were invited and you’re happy to see familiar faces amongst them. Jimin, an old colleague and friend of yours, comes your way and compliments you. You chat with him for a while before deciding you’ve had enough for the day and leave the party. A few more people greet you on your way out.

A taxi takes you back to you company, where you left your stuff in the morning. You spend an extra thirty minutes getting rid of your heavy makeup and striping off that gorgeous but awfully tight golden dress you’ve been wearing ever since the end of the runway.

Now, you can FinaLLy go home. yassssss

It’s almost 12am when you leave the agency and climb into yet another taxi. The ride is quiet, background music playing over the car’s radio, and you take some time to look at what you were gifted for your performance : fancy makeup products, accessories, pieces of clothing-but not those from the runway, you sadly never get to keep those. Being kinda famous has its perks :,)

You then decide it’s time to warn Taehyung you’ll arrive soon and send him a few texts. As if he was waiting for them, he instantly replies saying he’ll be waiting for you and proceeds to spam you with heart emojis. Sometimes, it looks like this man just discovered what emojis were and is trying to use them as much as possible. What a child…

It’s way past midnight when you finally step into your duplex and the first thing you notice is that the place is way too quiet.

Maybe Tae went back to sleep, who knows, it’s super late after all…

:(

You remove shoes and jacket and drop your bags in the entrance before going further and you call out quietly “anyone here? Tae, you sleeping?”

There is a faint glow from the tv on your right but the sound has been muted.

Weird…

“Taehyung ?" You call one last time

Suddenly, two strong arms wrap themselves around your waist and you’re pulled into someone’s chest. You gasp, almost scream, but soften up when you feel the warmth on your back

“Hi baby” a deep voice says in your ear, sending chills down your spine “I missed you”

You turn around and are very pleased to see a handsome face and a warm exposed chest your boyfriend smiling at you.

“Mhm, missed you too” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head against his chest, happy to hear his heartbeat. Taehyung places his head atop of yours and gently strokes your hair. You tighten your grasp around him and hum.

Few seconds later, he lifts your chin up and gently lays a kiss on your lips.

“How are you doing?” He asks, his right hand cupping your cheek. The warmth of it is comforting.

“Exhausted, but you know how it goes” You shrug and he smiles

“Not too tired for dinner ? I could cook something if you want”

“Mhm... let me just go shower and put something else on” You sadly let go of him

“Sure, go ahead” he whispers and you give him a kiss before regretfully tearing yourself away from him.

You walk up the stairs to your bedroom, where you find the bed undone. You smile, Taehyung never really liked making the bed and, very honestly, neither did you. You slump onto the mattress and bury your face into the pillows, inhaling his scent. Lavender. Relaxing. Just like he is.

After a warm shower, you find a t-shirt Taehyung left on a chair in the room and wear it. It’s big enough to reach your thighs and, if you were more energised, you’d probably stay like this. You grab large pants and put them on.

Once again, you smell lavender all around you.

When you’re back in the living area, you see Taehyung busying himself in the kitchen. He hears your steps and his eyes find yours as a smile appears on his face when he notices that you’re wearing his shirt

“My shirt looks better on you than it’d ever do on me” He teases, his gaze longing on your frame.

“maybe I should keep it then” you smile and ask ; ”Do you need any help?”

“no no no no no, you’ve worked enough already. Go and have some rest. I'll call you when everything’s ready okay?”

Too tired to argue on this anyways -and thankful for the given rest-, you go lay down on the couch, your body oriented to let you look at Taehyung.

As he hums and moves to the chill music that was playing in the background, you start to detail his beautiful figure. From the curl of his dark hair (which you knoW are so so soft to the touch) to his beautiful profile and his nose you love so much down to his broad shoulder and then his tanned abs you see from time to time when the opened shirt of his pyjama moves according to his steps.

oH! Let’s not forget his perfect hands gripping at the pan’s handle while he cooks… vegetables? Something like that yeah.

Taehyung is giving his best into what he’s cooking. Vegetables with rice, that’s the only thing he could do quickly.

Quickly as in less than half an hour, unlike his friend Namjoon who’d take this time just to cook the rice.

The music he put earlier is slowly starting to bore him. After washing his hands, he reaches out for his phone and plays a different playlist. It’s one you name yourself when the two of you were still friends (aka not dating yet). “Taetae fm” because you once joked he should have his own broadcasting channel on the radio. He’d always criticise the music playing so why not have his own channel 👀

“You know Y/n, I actually watched the fashion show live this afternoon. I mean, of course you know because I always do that haha. Anyways, you really were the highlight of the runway tonight. And I’m not saying this in a biased point of view. Okay I might be a bit biased as your boyfriend but I swear that it’s true!! You literally shone back there, especially in that gold dress you were wearing and even the audience was impressed by your looks maybe you didn’t see it on stage but some cameras filmed their reactions and everyone was looking at you. Really, you were so gorge-oh” Taehyung looks at you and smile fondly “Of course you’re asleep, baby”

He lets his phone aside and checks the now cooked food before making his way to the couch. There’s a blanket on the sofa, he covers you with it, scared you might get cold. Taehyung put a loose strand of hair behind your ear and places a kiss on your chin.

You slowly open your eyes and find yourself face to face with him. You both smile.

“Hi there beautiful” He whispers

“what time is it? Did I sleep until the morning?” You’re scared of having slept through the entire nap without realising

“almost 1:20am, I just finished cooking. I thought you might be cold so I went to cover you with the blanket. You should go enjoy the food while it’s still hot, imma go to the toilet”

You nod as an answer and watch him leave upstairs. Getting up from the warmth of the couch is the hardest part so you keep the soft blanket draped around your shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. You grab two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks that you place on the counter along with glasses and a bottle of water.

You then go take care of the rice and the vegetables, which you mix in the pan. The song playing changes and your favourite nighttime tune starts.

“I don’t want a friend, I want my life in two” you sing along

“Waiting to get there, waiting for you” Taehyung’s voice startles you as he grabs your wrists and pulls your back close to him. You smile as he makes the both of you dance slowly. You put his arms around you so it’s like he’s hugging you from the back. You swing around for a little while, enjoying the close proximity as you both softly hum the song, making your body vibrate against each other, moving in perfect coordination.

“I love you” he whispers in your ear and then kisses it, sending chills down your spine, before lifting one of your arm up to make you turn so that you’re now facing him “did my baby sleep well?” You nod as you place your arms around his waist, paying attention to go under the shirt so you’re touching as much skin as possible.

Taehyung chuckles before asking you in that same, chill-sending, low deep voice ; “Still hungry? Because I’m starving”

If you didn’t just wake up, you would’ve definitely caught that lust in his eyes and also the fact that this wasn’t as innocent as it seemed.

As an answer, your stomach growls pretty loudly, making Taehyung laugh . “I’ll take that as a yes. Sit down, princess. Let me take care of you”

You do as he says, jumping on a stool, detailing all of his moves. You only realise how hungry you actually were when you start eating. Rice with vegetables has never tastes better. You eat everything in less than 5 minutes when you’d usually take your time to finish your plate.

“Damn, that was a well needed dinner! Thank you Tae” you mess a bit with his soft locks

“Imagine me who was waiting for you all evening!! I was hungry too” He pouts.

“Oh come on, I was working today. Cardio in heels isn’t the best way to wake up, let alone spend the whole day standing in tight clothes. When I think you has a day off… pfff. I saw the bed, I’m sure you stayed there all day, you lazyyyyyyyyy ass.”

He mumbles some gibberish and you giggle, knowing that you're right. He looks away, crossing his arms and obviously sulking. You leave your stool and stand behind him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a few kisses on his cheek and neck

“- Don’t be such a babyy. You know I love you.

- You do?

- of course, you dummy” you bop his nose "Sooo, what do we have for desert?

- You. Uh I mean!! Yoghurt, fruits, cakes, fruits…anything” he clears his throat

“Great! What do you prefer?” You open the fridge

“ I’d very happily eat you out honestly but an apple sounds good”

“Oh sur- wait whaT!?” You snap your head to him, eyes wide open

what did he sayyyyyyyy?????

whaT am I even supposed to say noW oh my goddddd

You close the fridge’s door, suddenly not so yogurt-hungry.

There’s a sudden silence between the two of you, only disturbed by the music still playing in the background.

“Mhm? What is it?” He turns around to face you, asking so innocently “did I say something wrong ?”

This man knows what he is doing for sure. Has he ever been that straightforward before ?

Taehyung stands and closes the distance between your bodies, now towering over you.

He lowers himself slightly to speak in your ear “what is it baby? Mhm?” You feel his smile on your cheek when he lays a kiss on it “what happened to my all proud and fierce y/n who was so confident telling me I was being lazy all day, huh? Tell me” He lays another kiss on your temple

OkaY

now he’s being a tease

Great

1 A.M. fluffy and bare chested teaser Taehyung

gReAT

Anyhow, it’s a good turn on.

Really.good.freaking.turn.on

Being tired and turned on was definitely not a good mix for you. You could feel the heat rising in your body and hear your heart pounding in your ears.

“Tae…”

He laughs gently seeing you silently begging for more, brushing your face with his lips, teasing another kiss.

“Tsk tsk, you gotta speak darling, I cannot guess”

You should calm down and go to sleep, it’s 1am and you have work tomorrow you should definitely-

“Fuck-“ You sigh and grab his face, sealing your lips together while closing your eyes.

It doesn’t take long for that kiss to turn into a heated make out session.

You grab and pull some of his dark curls while his hands travels under his your shirt.

You break the kiss just a second to catch your breath.

“Have i ever told you you have the perfect body?” Taehyung asks

“Did I ever tell you how perfect you are??” You reply

He laughs, deep raspy laugh.

You’re too tired for this

And because you’re tired, you’re even more horny :D

Taehyung puts his hands behind your thighs and you jump, locking your legs around his waist, hands still in his hair, lips against his while carries you to the bedroom.

He leaves your lips to travel down your jaw and then collarbone. You throw your head back.

Taehyung gently lays you on the mattress of your king sized bed and makes it his personal mission to pleasure you tonight.

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[justice4canyonmoon]

what if sub!h was like really inexperienced

anon asked: Hiii can you write something where Harry is riding her strap on and he’s bouncing as stuff and he comes really hard and goes into subspace

Hi!!! Hope you two don't mind that I combined these, I thought they would fit pretty well together. I made this so the two of them had sex together a minute amount of times (I'm picturing like 4 or 5), but he had never been pegged before, hope that works for you! It also turned out kinda long lol. I'm also using this as a little thank you for 400 followers! Thank you all, and I love you to pieces. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: smut!! 18+ only!! sub!harry, anal fingering, harry get pegged for the first time, subspace, Y/n is the best girlfriend ever

WC: 2.2k

At first, when Y/n brought up the idea of Harry being pegged, he was a bit nervous. He had never tried something like that before. He was afraid it would hurt, or that since he was a bit more inexperienced in this area, that he would do everything wrong and make it a bad experience for his partner. But, in the few times they had had sex so far, Y/n had always taken care of him. Harry knew that she would never do anything he was uncomfortable with; she was beyond patient to wait until he felt comfortable enough to have sex with her, and she was so gentle with him. He figured that he would be safe with her. And he knew how much she liked to dominate.

The two of them shopped for a strap-on together. Y/n wanted Harry to have some input on one that he liked, since it would be inside of him, after all. They settled on a sparkly, silver number, and about a week later, it arrived in the mail. Y/n wasn’t subtle in showing how much she wanted him when she opened the package after dinner, her eyes wandering up and down his chiseled features. He blushed furiously whenever she did this; he liked the attention, but it still made him blush every time she did it. When her eyes made it up to his face, she smirked at the pink tinging his cheeks.

“Wanna test it out?” she asked him.

He nodded, “Yeah. Still a bit nervous, but I wan t’ try it.”

“Promise I’ll take care of you, honey,” Y/n assured him.

Harry smiled, “I know. I trust yeh.”

She smiled back at him, placed a short and sweet kiss on his lips, and took his hand, gently tugging him toward their shared bedroom. Y/n guided Harry to the center of the room and closed the door behind them before joining him.

Her first command was simple, “Undress me.”

He reached forward with trembling hands, reverently removing each article one by one. The first thing to go was the lavender sweatshirt covered her figure, followed immediately by the black and white striped t-shirt that was underneath. He kneeled down to remove the fluffy socks that adorned her feet, and slowly, he dragged her jeans down her legs until they joined the rest of her clothing in a pile on the floor.

All she was wearing now was a simple black bra and matching cotton panties. To him, she looked absolutely delectable, like a meal he would never be able to have his fill of.

He was unsure of his next steps, so he asked, “Do y’ wan me t’ take those off, too?”

She shook her head, “Leaving these on for now. While you’re down there, why don’t you put this on for me, too?”

Y/n lowered her hand to his level, holding the glittery silver strap-on. He took it from her, turing it over in his hand. It looked much bigger now that he was the one holding it, and his nerves from earlier returned in full force.

“It’s, ehm, awfully big. Will it all fit?”

She smiled comfortingly at him, gently rubbing her thumbs against the apples of his cheeks, “It will. It’s about the same size as yours, and if you can fit inside of me, that can fit inside of you.”

He nodded, still staring at the dildo, but she could still see the hesitance in his eyes.

“Hey, bub, look at me,” she ordered softly yet still dominatingly.

Harry complied, his eyes travelling upwards until they were locked with his lovers.

“We don’t have to do this tonight if you’re still uncomfortable with it. Hell, we don’t ever have to do it if you’re uncomfortable with it. I don’t want you to feel guilty by saying no. If you want to stop here, we can.”

He smiled. He had to have the most loving and supportive partner in the universe. And yeah, he was definitely nervous. But he did want it. He absolutely wanted it.

“I wan this,” he replied, “I really do. Like I said earlier, I trust yeh.”

Y/n smiled back softly, “Okay. I’ll have to stretch you open a bit first, but it’ll all get in there, I promise. I know it’s a bit intimidating, but I’ll take care of you.”

He blushed a little and nodded, “Okay. Will it hurt?”

“Maybe a little, since it’s unfamiliar to you,” she answered, “but it should quickly fade to pleasure. If it doesn’t, please tell me, and we’ll stop, okay?”

“I will, promise,” he replied, “now how do I get this on yeh?”

She stepped through the straps and Harry clasped everything together, making sure every part was perfectly in place. When he stood back up and looked her over, all he could think about was how hot she looked. Y/n looked like she belonged in this position; her strong stance and confidence radiated off of her in waves, making him feel a lot more secure in what was about to take place, despite his unfamiliarity with the situation.

“Strip for me, darling. The whole way,” she commanded, and Harry rushed to obey.

Compared to the reverent manner he stripped his girlfriend, he was quite clumsy in his rush to listen to her. She couldn’t help but giggle a little bit at his impatience. Soon, he was standing before her, completely nude.

“Get on the bed on your hands and knees. Gonna prep you,” she said.

Harry’s immediate obedience made her smirk. He was wrapped around her finger. But as she was opening their nightstand to grab the lube, she knew that she was, too. She was head over heels, and she knew she had to do everything in her power to make him comfortable and happy.

Y/n knelt behind his form and smirked a bit. The sight of her boyfriend, who was much stronger than her, bending over for her was incredibly erotic. She leaned forward slightly and kneaded his cheeks in her hands.

“So good for me, Harry,” she murmured.

“T-thank yeh,” stammered Harry in response.

“Gonna start now,” she told him, and she saw him nod.

Slowly, she spread his cheeks apart until she could see his pink hole. She held them open with one hand as she popped the cap on the lube with the other. The feeling of the lube being drizzled on his hole make him shiver, both from the cool temperature of the liquid and the anticipation for what was to come. She temporarily pulled away from him to coat her fingers in lube.

“Ready?” she checked, and he nodded once again,

Slowly, she sunk the first finger in him, and she nearly moaned at the feeling of him clenching around her. He was so fucking tight. He whimpered at the foreign feeling. It wasn’t a bad type of foreign, he thought, just a bit different.

“Okay?” she asked.

He nodded, “Yeah. ‘S a bit strange, but not in a bad way.”

She smiled, “Good.”

When she crooked her finger inside of him, it got the first real moan of the night. Harry realized that yes, he definitely liked this.

“Wan more, please,” he requested.

She added her second finger in response, and continued to stretch him out until he felt loose enough for the strap on. Harry moaned the entire way through it; though this was really new for him, it felt amazing! But sooner than he had hoped, she pulled her fingers out.

“Stand up for a sec, Har,” she told him.

Though he was confused, he still obeyed.

At the confused expression on his face, Y/n clarified, “I want you to ride it, honey. You’ll be a little bit more in control of how it feels.”

He nodded and she layed on the bed, gesturing for him to rejoin her. He straddled her hips, leaning down to kiss her. Y/n smiled against his lips, kissing him too sweetly for what was about to occur.

“Lube up the strap-on for me,” she mumbled against his lips.

He pulled away with a flush on his cheeks. He reached for the bottle of lube that was behind him and slathered a generous amount onto the fake cock. His heart was pounding, but he trusted Y/n. He knew she wouldn’t make him do something that would make him uncomfortable, and if he did end up not liking it, he knew she would be more than okay with stopping. With those comforting thoughts in his head, Harry slowly started to sink down onto the dildo. His mouth parted in a ‘o’ as he took in about a quarter of it; it was much girthier than Y/n’s fingers. However, it didn’t hurt to take it at all, he had the thorough prepping by his girlfriend to thank for that.

“Doing so well, babe,” Y/n told him, watching him almost in awe.

He looked positively sinful taking the fake cock. She was glad she had asked him to ride her so she had the perfect view. His head was already thrown back in ecstacy, his chestnut curls hanging in front of his closed eyes. He moaned lowly as he took it, finally bottoming out after what seemed like a long time.

“You look so fucking perfect, Harry. So good for me,” she praised.

He shivered, “Th-thank yeh.”

“How does it feel, love?” Y/n asked.

“Really good,” he confirmed, “doesn’t hurt.”

She smiled, “Good.”

She took hold of his hips and began to guide his movements. His pace was slow at first, barely lifting off of the cock before lowering himself back down, just trying to get used to the pleasurable feeling. But soon, he couldn’t help himself, and he curated a rapid pace, lifting himself quickly and slamming back down onto the cock. Filthy moans were spilling from his lips as he pleasured himself. Y/n smirked as she gripped his hips tightly and helped his pace, thrusting back up into him with all of her strength.

“Feels good being filled up, doesn’t it?”

Harry nodded vigorously, not able to find any words for the feeling. They weren’t even finished, and he knew he wanted to do this again. He knew he was right in trusting Y/n; he really liked this. He already felt like he was extremely close; he could feel his orgasm building up in his tummy, and he didn’t think it had ever felt this strong. One of his hands moved itself from bracing on her chest to stroking his cock while he bounced on the strap-on. Y/n could see his eyes getting glassy and saw that his rhythm had become erratic and sloppy.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart?” Y/n questioned, squeezing his hips.

“Y-yeah. ‘M really close,” he whined in response.

Y/n took more control of his movements then, tightening her grip on his hips and moving him up and down on the dildo. She leaned up and pressed sloppy kisses to his chest, sucking lightly on one of his nipples. He cried out at the wetness encasing his nipple, speeding up his strokes.

She gave his other nipple the same treatment, then pulled away to whisper in his ear, “Cum for me, Harry.”

When she slammed him down on her cock one more time, he sobbed as he came to his orgasm. If the few orgasms she had given him before felt like a wave, this one was a tsunami. Seemingly unending ropes of cum spilled from his cock as he stroked himself through his orgasm. The white hot heat flowed from the tips of his ears all the way to his toes. Y/n continued her movements as well, thrusting up into his until he had seen his orgasm through. He slumped over in exhaustion almost immediately, and Y/n knew that she wasn’t going to cum at all tonight. Taking care of Harry was her main priority, and that was only confirmed when she tilted his chin to look at her. His eyes were moony and doe-like, little whimpers still spilling from his lips.

He was definitely in subspace.

Gently, she eased him off of the strap-on and removed the ties holding it to her body. She helped his wobbly legs meander to the bathroom, where she took a cloth and wiped off the cum that had gotten on both of them. Y/n helped him get ready for bed and gently guided him back to their bed, laying them both down. She held him close to her, one of her arms was wound around his waist, rubbing his lower back, and the other was stroking his hair.

The first thing Harry heard when he regained his awareness was Y/n whispering soft praises into his hair.

“You were so wonderful, my sweet boy. So good for me.”

He flushed at the praise and mumbled a soft, “Thank yeh.”

He felt her smiled against his curls, “Back with me now?”

“Yeah. Does it always feel like tha’?” he asked sleepily.

“It will when we do it, Harry,” she replied.

“So tha’ means we can do it again sometime?”

“As many times as you want, baby.”

Harry fell asleep immediately after, the exhaustion quickly overtaking his body. Y/n smiled gently at his sleeping form, running a finger along his jawline. He was utterly perfect.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Light My Fire(Neji Hyuga x Fem!Reader)

Word count: 1,917

Pairings: Neji Hyuga x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, swearing, jealousy, pining, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

Summary: Reader and Lee have been going out for a while, and Neji absolutely hates it. He’s loved reader for a long time, and he’s jealous. When he learns that Lee and Reader aren’t together anymore, he takes his chance.

A/N: This is for @beneathstarryskies ❤

Neji hated seeing you with his teammate. It drove him crazy that Lee had you, and that he couldn’t have you in his arms. He hated being jealous like this, but he knew that he couldn’t get between you and Lee. It wasn’t right and he wasn’t going to fight for you, even though he so desperately wanted to. Neji would watch you and Lee have so much fun, while he had to hide his emotions.

If you’d talk to him, he had to sometimes bite back on the things he wishes he could tell you. He has to act cold and distant with you, which makes his heart ache and his head spin. He just wants to be able to come out and say how he truly feels, but he’s unsure if that would even be a good idea. Neji doesn’t think you like him at all, and with the way he treats you, it’s obvious that he’s not helping his situation.

One day, you’re walking in the village and just enjoying the day. You and Lee decided to split up, amicably and remaining friends. You both realized you were more friends than lovers, so it was time to break up. Besides, you could no longer keep your feelings for a certain someone contained. You were madly in love with Neji, although he despised you.

Lee and Guy told you to go for it, and as usual, you wanted to take their very passionate and youthful advice, but it was tough. Neji never seemed to like you at all. You were very confused about your feelings, so you had decided to take a walk to clear your head.

It was almost nighttime, the last remnants of the sun just peeking from the horizon. You were in awe at the beautiful sky, barely watching where you were going. Somehow, you managed to walk down some alleyway, and you decided to just continue walking from there. Suddenly, you felt someone push you into the wall.

You were surprised to be looking into the very lavender eyes of Neji Hyuga. He was smirking at you, his hands pinning your wrists above your head. He was standing so close, you could feel your heart start to beat quicker. What was happening?

“Neji?” You asked, finding the courage to finally speak.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was to watch you and my teammate date while I stood in the corner watching and waiting for you?” he asked in a dark voice, and you were stunned.

“What are you talking about, Neji? You’ve hated me since day one.” You tried to counter his confession, but you couldn’t deny that it made you excited.

“Don’t play dumb with me, y/n. You know I don’t hate you, not even a little bit...in fact, it’s quite the opposite.” Neji says, leaning in closer to you.

Your eyes flicker from his own to his lips, and you want to kiss him so badly. This has been your fantasy for a little while now, but you weren’t sure if it could even come true. Now you were pinned up against a wall in a dark alleyway and Neji was leaning closer to you, staring into your eyes deeply. You could see so much emotion on his face.

“Neji…” you breathe out before he pushes his lips roughly against yours. It takes you completely by surprise, but you are loving everything about this.

His hands let go of your wrists and you can’t help but tangle your fingers in his luscious hair. It’s so soft and you’ve been dreaming about touching it and playing with it for so long, you can’t deny yourself this chance.

His lips are soft and he tastes a little like ramen, which is so inviting somehow. It feels good to have him pressed up against you. You both pull away for air and Neji presses his forehead to yours. His eyes are boring into your own, and you swear your heartbeat has skipped three times already.

“I’m in love with you, y/n. I have been for so long, but I never wanted to get between you and Lee. Once Lee told me you guys broke up, I knew I had to find you.” Neji’s voice is a lot calmer and softer now, and you can feel your heart melt a little.

Then he grabs you by the waist and he hoists you into his arms, and he’s jumping on rooftops just to get back to your place. He’s been there a few times to hang out with the rest of Team Guy, so he knows the way there. Finally, you’re in front of your door with Neji holding you tight. 

He’s kissing your neck and biting it, making you squeal in delight. You feel almost breathless as he continues his ministrations, and your head is spinning. You struggle to unlock the door to your apartment, in which you live alone.

Finally, you’re both inside the apartment, and Neji is quick to start undressing you. His kisses are frantic and wet. They leave you reeling and relishing in every single touch. His hands slide under your shirt, and he’s undressing you with not only his eyes this time. Once your shirt hits the floor, Neji buries his face in your chest. His lips and teeth attack your tits, still in the black bra you chose to put on this morning. He’s groaning and grunting, telling you how beautiful you are. You can feel your mouth hang open in surprise at the sudden attack of kisses and bites, and you try your best not to buck up against him. His fingers pry open your bra, revealing your tits to him. He’s in awe.

“Fuck, you are gorgeous.” He can’t help but swear a little at the sight of your partially nude body.

Neji coaxes you into the bedroom with kisses and groans. He’s sufficiently turned on and he definitely has waited way too long to be able to do this to you. He needs you now and he will not wait any longer. 

On the bed, Neji starts to pull off your pants. You’re blushing a little now, as this is your first time...with anyone. Neji notices how timid you are at the moment, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he comes up for a sweet kiss on the lips.

“Are you a virgin, y/n?” he asks you, kissing you softly and slowly. You’re enjoying the way his tongue feels in your mouth between questions.

“Yes,” you confess. He smiles down at you, his hair coming around the both of you like a curtain. It’s adding to the intimacy of this.

“I am too,” he confides in you. You smile at him, then wrap your legs around his hips. He involuntarily thrusts into you, causing you both to moan out and pant a little.

For a virgin, Neji knows exactly how to touch you and undress you properly. You are so turned on by the point that he has you completely naked, that his fingers slide deep within you with ease.  You cry out as he hooks his fingers deep within you, finding that special spot.

You can’t help but thrust into his hand with every movement he makes. He’s proud of himself for making you this wet. His cock is incredibly hard in his pants, and it’s starting to strain a little. It’s crazy how badly he’s wanted this for so long, and now it’s finally happening.

Neji leans down to your wet slick, licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. You shudder at the contact. You can feel your heart race as Neji sucks on your clit, making you whimper and grind against his face as he continues to finger you. You are definitely soaked, and you know that losing your virginity will not hurt now that Neji has sufficiently prepared you for it.

He pulls away, coming back up to kiss you on the lips. You can taste your own juices on his lips and tongue, which makes you even more aroused. Neji starts to strip in front of you, and you look down to see his cock. It’s a lot bigger than you were anticipating, and now you were a little worried about how it’s going to fit inside of you.

Neji smirks a little when he notices your looking at his hardened member. He’s proud of his size, but he most definitely does not want to hurt you. He leans in once again to kiss you on the lips, this time he takes his time to enjoy making out with you. Between the two of you, Neji takes his cock in his hands and rubs it up and down your wet lips. It feels so good, you can’t help but whimper and moan against his lips as he continues to kiss you.

“Are you ready, y/n?” he asks, kissing you once again.

You nod yes, and then you feel the tip of his cock slowly start to penetrate you. You feel amazingly full as he continues to enter you, making sure not to hurt you by thrusting too fast or too hard. Finally, he’s bottoming out and groaning and cursing under his breath.

“You feel so fucking good,” he sighs. “So fucking tight…” he hisses a little as he starts up a slow pace, and you can feel your pussy twitch with every movement.

The fullness never disappears but you definitely find yourself starting to move against Neji. He’s picking up his pace and holding onto your hips as you wrap your legs around him. It’s deeper and closer this way, which makes him shudder a little. 

“I love you, y/n,” Neji confesses as he ruts against you, making you squeak and squeal with every movement. Having Neji balls deep inside you feels so fucking good, you’re also cursing under your breath as he continues to fuck you.

“Love you too,” you mutter as he grabs your legs and spreads them far apart. This new angle makes you gush all over him, and you’re shaking and shuddering as your orgasm takes you by surprise. 

Neji smirks as he realizes that you’ve just squirted all over him, and he’s definitely going to be bragging about this later to Lee. He laughs a little as you shake underneath him, but he’s quick to come back down to kiss you. This time, your ankles are on his shoulders and he’s drilling into you deeply and quickly. Neji is starting to chase his own high, so his kisses are sloppy and he’s calling you his girl.

“Such a good girl you are. You gonna be my girl now?” he asks between gritted teeth, his orgasm only seconds away. 

“Fuck yes, Neji!” You cry out as he continues to fuck you nice and hard. Finally, with one final thrust, he spills his seed deep within you. You’re both shuddering and grinding against each other, trying to prolong that high.

Once you’re both spent, Neji pulls out and lies next to you. You smile shyly at him, a little embarrassed about all of this. He brushes some hair from your face, giving you another sweet kiss.

“I’m so glad you’re mine. I’ve loved you for so long, y/n.” He whispers as he pulls you close. You can feel his heartbeat while you lie on his chest.

“I’ve loved you for so long too, Neji…”

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[kerie-prince]

clumsy

Hermione Granger x fem Slytherin!reader (fluff)

requested: (@chokemepansy) im terrible at requesting because i blank on ideas BUT anything for hermione please <3 take your time ily 💓

warnings: a single curse word, but mainly just soft hours

summary: Hermione has her very first date with you at Hogsmeade (song inspo from Fergie's Clumsy) (pardon my lame ass summary)

a/n: ty for requesting, luv 🥺 hope you like it! i made the reader slytherin just bc of you <3 and yes, i put in an outfit inspo but it's not like the cringy ones from wattpad

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

You came to love the smell of parchment and books. The sound of pages being turned, the feeling of a new book in your hands. You loved them because it made you think of Hermione.

Merlin, you were infatuated with everything about her. The excitement in her voice when she talked about her favorite books, the small paper cuts on her fingers from turning the pages – she didn't mind them as it was normal for her – and the look on her face when she received praise from professors.

She was all you thought about and you wanted to go to the top of the Astronomy Tower and yell out "I LOVE HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER" for the whole school to hear. And you were positive she felt the same. Hermione would refuse to let go of your hands when you walked together from class and on some occasions, you'd catch her staring at you during study sessions. Just like she was doing now.

"Miss Granger, for the last time, I am asking you what are the contents of polyjuice potion?" Snape was hovered over her desk. Hermione jumped in her seat and turned to face the brooding professor. Your Slytherin housemates who sat at the back of class laughed at her startled state as she named the contents. You looked back and glared at them all. When Snape left your table and continued his lecture, you leaned closer to Hermione and whispered as low as you could, “Are you okay? You seem kind of distracted,” you noticed.

“Y-yes, I'm fine,” Hermione stuttered. Snape excused the class and Hermione waited for you to be done packing your things just so she could hold your hand to the Great Hall. “Are we still going to Hogsmeade on Saturday?” you asked.

“Harry’s got detention with McGonagall for ‘ accidentally’ turning Crabbe into a water goblet in class,” Hermione used her free hand to make air quotations, “and Ron’s busy with Lavender that day.” She had a sad look on her face, thinking that they wouldn't be able to go to Hogsmeade after all. You picked up on it and had an idea. “So, just the two of us then?”

Hermione’s chest became warm, “Okay. It's a date.” Your eyes slightly bulged out and to Hermione, you had an indistinguishable smile, “I mean, not like a date date, but a girls date.” You weren't sure if she meant it like that, but you laughed at her stumbling her words. The always composed girl becoming a cute, blubbering mess for you. Not that you knew for sure it was because for you but you’d given it a lot of thought.

She never held Harry’s hand like she did yours unless he was upset about something and she was comforting him. And she certainly never held Ron’s hand. Nor does she ever hug him knowing Lavender would go ballistic. Not that she’d ever want to. He was her best friend, yeah but she had never gotten used to it. They both had an unspoken thing to not hug.

“Sounds fun,” you chirped, “can’t wait for it.” You gave her a lingering hug before going to your table. You sat in between your best friends Pansy and Daphne. Pansy had a smirk on her lips once you were in her line of sight, “Did you finally tell Granger?” You knew what she was talking about and nudged her arm with your elbow, “Shut it.” The two girls chuckled and gave each other knowing looks. “I might tell her on Saturday,” you disclosed.

They had matching shocked faces; for nearly a year, they’ve watched you pace around their shared dorm debate with yourself whether or not to tell her about how you feel. You’d have a sparkle in your eyes every time you talked about her and nearly spent every day with her. They weren't upset about it. In fact, they couldn't wait to see you two together. But you were unexpectedly insecure by thinking of the worst case scenario in which she’d reject you.

“That’s great, Y/N/N. I’m so happy for you. I know everything will turn out well,” Daphne supported. Pansy nodded and pointed to Daphne as to say ‘Me too’. You grabbed the hands of both girls and held them tightly, “Thanks, girls. I love you guys.” You wrapped an arm around both of them and brought them in for a hug. Daphne returned it while Pansy made a fake coughing sound. “I can’t b-breathe,” she exaggerates. You held on for a couple seconds more before letting go and started eating. “Okay, so how is this happening?” Pansy asked.

“We’re going to Hogsmeade together on Saturday,” you inquired. “So the whole lot is going as well?” Pansy was talking about Harry and Ron of course.

“No, just the two of us alone,” you replied, taking a bite of the chicken on your plate.

“You mean, this is a date?” Daphne exclaimed. “We’re going to help pick an outfit, no questions asked.” She had a stern look that dared you to talk back. As sweet as Daphne is, once her mind is set to something, she doesn't budge. You accepted it and was met with her usual warm smile. Inside, you were ecstatic and couldn't wait for Saturday. Your crush has gone on for too long, and you were tired of waiting.

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

Your dorm mates got you up at the crack of dawn. And by crack of dawn, it was actually 10 am at most. They made you change into every outfit they picked out which totaled in 8. You appreciated everything they were doing, but some of the outfits were too much for a day in Hogsmeade. Daphne picked out tennis skirts with cropped argyle sweaters. Pansy picked short dresses that stopped at your mid-thigh and black wool turtlenecks to go over them. They had completely different aesthetics which is what probably made them perfect friends.

You settled on something casual; a thick striped long sleeve polo with light blue jeans and white trainers. It was going to be a nice spring day and you didn't want to wear something that would be too short and you get cold later. Daphne did your hair in two French plaits and Pansy did your makeup modestly. Once you were done, it was noon and you rushed to meet Hermione for your ‘girl date’.

She took the air straight from your lungs. She looked more breathtaking than the night of the Yule Ball. You distinctly remember being incredibly jealous of Viktor Krum and beat yourself up for not asking her before he did. But now, if he was here, you were sure that the famous Quidditch athlete would be jealous of you.

Hermione’s usually wild hair was tamed into smooth wavy curls that framed her delicate face. She wore a floral print button up that was definitely new as you’ve never seen it before. Or did she save it just for you? Her navy jeans hugged her ankles and she donned light pink flats. And probably for the first time since the Yule Ball, she had mascara and lipgloss on. Casual, but perfect.

Your face was flushed, and you weren't sure if she was also blushing or if maybe she was just wearing blush. “Shall we?” You reached out to grab her hands – her soft hands – and waited for her response. She didn't say anything when she laced her fingers with yours and started walking on the path to Hogsmeade. Hermione was about to say that you looked pretty when she tripped over a small rock on the pathway. “Are you okay?” you expressed concern. She was still holding onto your hand as she steadied herself up, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

:｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

You snorted and had to hold the butterbeer in your mouth, “Ron did what?” Hermione laughed as she told you how Lavender exploded on Ron for forgetting their anniversary and when he tried to make it up by giving her chocolates that he got from his older brothers, Lavender instantly grew a huge chin that drooped over her neck. Ron had gotten so mad at them and in unison, they told him ‘Why’d you think we’d ever give you real ones?’

“So that’s why no one has seen her for a couple days!” you noted. She was nodding as she laughed. You could only imagine what it was like to see it in person. Poor Lav. You went back and forth talking about whatever went on since the last time you were together.

Hermione went on talking about a new book she read about over the winter holiday. The way she expressed her emotions and passion for it made you fall for the Gryffindor girl more. When you hadn't said anything, she stopped and lowered her head, “I’m boring you, aren't I?”

You sat straight in your chair and fumbled your words before reaching out to grab her hand from across the table, “No, no, no, of course not. I could never be bored of you, I love you.” Your eyes widened. You didn't exactly expect to let it slip out like that, but you studied her reaction to see if you could leave it at that or otherwise. She sat still with a poker face. “Y-you’re my best friend, Mione–”

“I love you, too,” she confessed. “Huh?” Please, please, please tell me I heard her right. You didn't get to fully process what she said because after a few seconds, she gathered all her courage and reached over the table to give you a quick peck on your lips. It would've been a sweet moment hadn't she accidentally knocked her glass over in the process. Everyone in the Three Broomsticks had their eyes on you, Hermione’s face beet red and lowered out of embarrassment. You tried cleaning the mess and out of nowhere, Hermione ran out. Fuck this you thought as you ran after her.

“Mione, wait!” She hadn't gone far and luckily for you, she listened. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes averted from yours. “Where are you going? Aren’t we on a date?” Confidence had finally kicked in when you asked her. Hermione’s breath hitched. She couldn't see anything in your face that showed you were joking. Because you weren't. “Yes,” she grabbed your hands and started walking towards the other shops in the small village. Until once again, she nearly fell back when she nearly slipped over another rock on the ground. You supported her back up and giggled, “You’re so clumsy.”

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[gucciwins]

it’s your birthday?

As luck would have it you once again find yourself in a breakout room with Harry

Word count: 3296

A/N: Hello friends, it’s a new semester and it felt only right to continue breakout room, a story that was well loved by you. The inspiration once again came to me during class and also because it’s Harry’s birthday. Thank you to the lovely @soullikestyles for reading this over. Here it is, enjoy!!!

I hope you love this, it is a continuation from Breakout Room 

Please shoot me a message of what you thought!!!!

i love you, take care xx 

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It's the start of a new semester. It's safe to say you did not make any friends last semester due to this ongoing pandemic, but what you did manage to get was a 3.9 G.P.A for the Fall semester. It was probably because you did not leave your apartment, and when you did, it was to go grocery shopping with your roommate, who would be dead without you because, as she liked to put it, you're the chef, and she's the taster. 

Well, you maybe did make one friend. 

Harry Styles.

He was the person to talk to you during a zoom breakout room in your women's gender studies course.

Sure, you were never in the same room again, but you might or might not have pinned his face during one of the professor's long ramblings that is no longer related to the course. 

He was pretty to look at; you would never deny that. 

No, with the floppy curls that he almost always seemed to run his hand through, then stopping when one of his rings got caught in a knotted ringlet. His camera would instantly turn off, and in thirty seconds, he was back as if nothing had happened. The glasses framed his face just right, making his eyes look soft and inviting. Also made his dimples stand out. He almost always wore a different colored cardigan. Your favorite from the semester was when he wore a multicolored cardigan. That looks like it was knitted; there was a hole by his heart. Honestly, you were hoping he had, would have made him even more endearing. 

Also, might one day ask him to make you one, or he could even teach you. You're a fast learner and have patience. 

He's got a great choice in clothing from what you was able to observe in such a short time—also a lovely personality. 

After his initial email, you decided to answer, thus creating a chain of messages back and forth. He was honestly funny, and that was just on paper. He had asked for her number and said no, and he respected that. It doesn't mean they never helped each other in the class; Harry asking for more help than Y/N. She sent him over her notes and explained the readings he found harder to grasp. 

As soon as finals week hit, she received her last email from him with the subject as Goodbye. It took you by surprise, and you erased the draft you had waiting for him that had your phone number wanting to keep talking to him. Still, clearly, he thought of them as just classmates for the semester, so without even opening his last email, you trashed it. 

You felt guilty about it, so you then transferred it to your archives, where it sits with other unwanted emails. 

_____

The holidays are over, and since you could not make the trip home, you celebrated with Amy, your roommate. You both help each other buy your family's presents, looking for the best discounts and adding extra items to get the free shipping. Together, well, mostly you as she handed you pieces of tape you wrapped present after present in brown wrapping paper. It was harder to tear and more comfortable to decorate in any way you wanted. On each box, it had everyone's name written in beautiful handwriting, courtesy of you. Then you would add snowflakes or stripes to make it stand out. 

It was a success from their looks when each gift was open through the zoom call. 

The month break flew by, and the next thing you knew, it was time to be back at your desk for hours of learning. It was fun until it wasn't sure there was a lot to look forward to, but you would miss sleeping all day and eating snacks in bed with no fear of forgetting to submit an assignment. 

This semester you had four major courses. Psychology of Personality and Psychology of Aging were the two courses you were most looking forward to. You decided on taking the women's gender studies class called Politics of Sexuality. You had gotten the recommendation from the department's head to take it and did so without a second thought. Yes, fifteen units was a lot, but you were close to graduating, and you knew you could handle it. 

The first week flew by because it was merely going over the syllabus. You had your camera on, but you did not bother to look at your other classmates. Sasha, a fellow person in your major, would be your study partner as she had been all semester. Sasha might not always be in the class section, but she did take the same professors and courses. It makes studying and taking notes easier. You know you won't always have Sasha, but having a study partner has ever made you do better. 

February 1st. The start of the second week of the semester. 

You woke up at seven, got the tea that Amy had ready for you, and were sitting at your desk by eight. Your professor droned on about the first chapter of the book. You felt confident knowing you understood the significant points. 

It's 11:30, and your second course of the day is going to start. You were not looking forward to the class simply because Dr. Rossi had warned you he would be putting you into breakout rooms of two. That person would be your partner for the semester. You had a project due at the end of the semester, and he wanted you to be acquainted with someone rather than having a person working alone. 

You sat there, Baby Yoda ceramic mug in hand, as you waited for your breakout room to load and to see who you were destined to work with for the next fourteen weeks. 

There was a knock on your door that distracted you from seeing the video of someone else load. 

"Sorry, I know you're in class, but I was wondering when lunch was to see how big of a snack I should have." Amy shoots you a small smile. 

"No worries, Ames, I'm out at 12:45 and will need half an hour to cook, so roughly 1:30. Is that okay?" You tell her feeling a little awful, making her wait. 

"It's perfect. Have a good class." Amy shuts the door.

As you hear the click, you turn back to your computer, and they're staring at you in a lavender cardigan with a white shirt underneath is the one and only Harry Styles.  

His curls are shorter, meaning he recently got a haircut, and they are just growing back. You wished he had let it grow out, wanting to see how much more ruly they would have gotten.

You feel your face heat up, remembering you did not do your hair, instead of letting it sit messily in a low ponytail, small hair framing your hair. You were sure the black sweatshirt you had one had a hummus stain but too afraid to look down to check. You weren't even aware he was in this class; it shows you should be paying attention more to your classmates. 

He shoots you a small smile, and you grimace, trying to force one out, but you're still a bit shocked. 

You see his microphone go white, meaning he was about to speak. You leaned forward in anticipation, a bit desperate to hear his smooth accent through your computer speakers. 

"Hello, it's been a while." Harry raises his glasses to hold back his hair. 

You reach forward and unmute yourself. "Hello, Harry. It has been a while. It's a new year and everything." You joke. 

He chuckles, scratching his chin. You aren't sure what to do; it was never this awkward the first time you chatted. 

"Guess we're partners, huh." 

"Apparently." You sigh, a bit loud, forgetting he can hear you. 

"Ouch, don't need to sound too excited." He tells you not at all hiding his frown. 

"No, I didn't." You stop not knowing how to go back from that. "Sorry, that was rude of me." 

He nods, not saying anything more, and you take it as a sign to continue. 

"I-i, well, after our last class ended, I figured that was that. You said goodbye in the last email, so I figured that was the end of our friendship, if you can even call it that." 

"I thought my email would give the opposite impression, but not everything can translate as smoothly when talking." He tells you, which causes you to pause. 

"Your email literally said goodbye," You blurt out before you can stop yourself.

He hides his smile, "My subject said goodbye, the content said quite the opposite. You did read it, right?" 

You duck your head, not allowing yourself to meet his eye even through a computer screen, too embarrassed to be caught. "Well, no, I didn't. Hurt my feelings, just seeing the goodbye." You look up and see his eyes soften, giving you just a bit more courage to continue. "I've always struggled to make friends, I have like three good friends, and it's hard putting myself out there, and I didn't actually if you considered me a friend or not." 

"Y/N" He breathes out your name.

You stop him before he can continue. "Do you mind if I read it now?" 

Harry shakes his head. 

You restore down the zoom and open up your Gmail on the split-screen. You find it reasonably quickly; you look up at him to see him patiently sitting back chipping at his nails. They are a pastel yellow; it makes you smile, knowing just yesterday you went from that color to a deep red. 

[email protected] 

Subject: Goodbye 

Y/N, 

It's been enjoyable emailing back and forth. I honestly would not have passed this class without you. I think you are brilliant and if I had you in every course, I would finish with A's in them all. So, thank you for having the patience to teach me. 

Also, thank you for being my friend. I know we mostly talked about school work. Still, you did help me decide on what coat to buy for my sister, so I know that makes us friends, and I did help you get that switch for your little brother. (That was like trying to buy floor tickets for Lady Gaga.)

On another note, after emailing for twelve weeks, I was wondering if I could have your number. I would like the chance to give you a call and formally ask you on a date. I know we're in the middle of a pandemic, and dating is hard, but we can do zoom dates before we try in person. 

I understand if it's a no, but I am really grateful to have met you.

Your friend (although I do want to try to be more)

Harry Styles 

City Pointe Apt 32 (in case you want to send a care package, I would gladly return the favor)

"Oh, Harry," You inhale, "I'm so sorry." 

"No worries." He shrugs. 

You pause, thinking your next words. "I live in Rose Villa." Those were not the words you wanted to say, but you don't take it back. 

"That's across the street from my building." He gasps. "We could have run into each other." 

You nod. "Small world." 

Harry brings his focus back to something you skipped over. "I realize you didn't mention the part of asking you on a date." 

"Oh, I figured you over that now. It's been well over a month since I ignored your email." You grimace, starting to feel awful about it all over again. 

"I guess it was email abandonment this time." He jokes.

You laugh, and it gets Harry laughing as well. He was always good at that, making you laugh and not be so serious even if he didn't know it. 

"Y/N," Harry's voice was strong, no signs of laughter in his trace. You lock eyes as best you can through a computer screen. "I would still very much like to take you on a date."

A date with Harry. 

You want to say yes, but it's like you're frozen. 

"Can I say something else before you give me an answer?" You nod, waiting for him to go on. "Sarah Jones, do you know her?" 

Sarah Jones, you rack your brain trying to place her. 

The theater composer. She's written original tracks for the theatre department for the original plays they've done and remakes. She's won countless awards.

Sarah even won the talent show. Played a killer drum solo that no one else could ever think of topping. 

If you're honest, she's the definition of your girl crush. 

"We follow each other on social media. We met at a paint night; she was really easy to talk to." You tell him, remembering how sweet she was to you when she saw you walk in, and just as you were about to walk out, she introduced herself to you, asking to sit with you. 

He nods. "Sarah is my roommate's girlfriend. Mitch and Sarah practically live together; he's so in love with her it truly is the sweetest thing. Back to the point, she overheard me talking about you to Mitch and spoke how she knew you. Then I proceeded to stalk your Instagram on her account. I hope that's not weird." 

You laugh, and it causes Harry to calm down, "Not weird at all. I would have done the same thing, but as you can see, I rarely upload anything." 

"Well, the things you do have, I think, are wonderful." He rambles on explaining how your beach photo on a bike with a pretty pink basket was one of his favorites and how cute you look wearing sweaters. 

As endearing as Harry was being, you decided to put him out of his misery. "Harry," you interrupt. 

"Yes." 

"I'd love to go on a date with you." 

"You would?" He gasps in surprise. 

"Yes." 

"That's fantastic. I think this is the best birthday gift I could have received." He tells you, but you're stuck on the last thing he said. 

"It's your birthday?" 

Harry smiles sheepishly. "Yes." 

"Happy Birthday, Harry." You tell him softly, a big smile on your face.

A blush overtakes his face; you can tell he wishes to cover up his face with hands but holds back from doing so. "Thank you." 

"Do you have any plans?" 

"No, well. Mitch and Sarah are coming over for lunch in a bit. Then they are off to study at Sarah's for the week. Her roommates are gone for the week." 

You frown, not liking that he'll spend the rest of his birthday alone. 

"Would you-never mind" You stop yourself from being able to invite yourself over to celebrate with him?

"Hey, it's okay. Whatever you wanted to say, I wouldn't judge you, love." His voice was soft and reassuring. 

"Well, I'd love to come over and hang out with you if that's okay. I can make us dinner, I make delicious enchiladas. Also, my carrot cake is to die for." 

Harry is surprised at her offer but nods his head quickly. "That sounds wonderful, but you don't have to cook for me. We can order takeout."

She shakes her head. "Consider it my gift to you." 

"Well, okay. Is six okay for you?" He bites his lip, not believing this is happening.

"Perfect." 

You sit there smiling at each other. 

When a message pops up overhead, "You have five minutes left before we join back as a group."

Your eyes go wide, having forgotten you were in class. "We didn't even discuss the assignment." 

Harry shakes his head in laughter, a smile spreads over your face. He has an adorable laugh that just rings through your ears, and you can't wait to hear it in person. 

"We've got time, now that it seems we'll be getting to know each other better." 

You relax, settling a bit, you have weeks before the assignment is due.

"I'll email you my number, love. Easier to communicate for later."

"Sounds great." You respond. 

_____

It's five-fifty, and you're standing outside his door. You're more than a little nervous. You're wearing high waisted jeans paired with a black off the shoulder top with floral embroidered sleeves. You decided against a sweater knowing the short walk would keep you warm enough. Your mask is red, with three small hearts stitched on the lower right side. Perfect for February. 

You shift the items in your hand to the right and lift your hand up to knock. After three gentle knocks, you hear footsteps and take a step back. 

"Hi," Harry breathes out, a big smile on his face.

"Hello, Harry, happy birthday." 

"Thank you." He smiles wide, blessing you with his dimples. Definitely look better in person. "Please come in." He grabs some of the items from your hand and allows you to step in before locking the door behind you. 

"Your mask is lovely. Did you make it?" 

"I did!" You share excitedly. "My roommate, Amy, and I spent lots of our free time making a different kind. We took old shirts we no longer wanted and used for the material. It was a lot of trial and error, but we're pretty solid at it now. My embroidery could use some work, but I think it's lovely. 

"It really is. Would you make me one?" He asks, staring at you as you pocket your mask. No longer needing it in his home. 

"Yes, I'll send you pictures of the fabric I have, or you could come over, and I can teach you as well." You tell him, excited at the prospect. 

"Sounds like a wonderful date." You nod, feeling your body get warm at the word date because today could also classify as a date. 

Harry knocks you out of your head when calling your name. "Turned the oven on like you requested." He informs you. 

"Thank you, my mom showed me how to make them, but I learned about the melted cheese on my own. She wasn't a big fan of it, but everyone else I know loves it, so I hope you will as well." 

Harry grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. "I'm sure it's wonderful." He bumps your shoulder gently. "Go finish up; I'll set the table." 

He pushes you into the kitchen, and you go in and place your stuff. Harry is whistling, settling down on the table two glasses and two forks when you turn back around towards him. 

Harry turns around just in time for you to wrap your hands around his waist. You fit perfectly in his arms, taking in his musky scent. "Happy birthday, Harry." You whisper against his chest.

He squeezes you tighter, leaning his head on top of yours. "Thank you, love." 

He pulls back, holding you by your shoulders. A big smile on his face, you reciprocate it feeling his happiness warm your heart. 

"Run along now; I'm starving." He jokes.

You walk backward, creating distance; as his left-hand trails down your right hand slowly until he's touching your fingertips, do you pull away. Although you, more than anything, wanted to hold his hand. You want to feel the weight of it in yours; you want to know if his hands are soft or calloused. How cool his rings will feel against your palm. All in due time. 

"I'm happy to be here." 

"Me too, love. Me too." 

It's safe to say you were more than luckily going to have yourself a valentine for the first time in a long time. 

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[the-dendrophile-bookdragon]

I Hate You (Affectionately) Part 6

Summary: Once you were friends. But everything changed one day…

A/N: I finally restarted writing for this series. It's been a while. I will get into a chedule again, I keep you updated. Or you can join my taglist. Enjoy!

Pairing: Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x fem!reader

Warnings: childhood friends to enemies to adult lovers, slow burn, dramatic Santi, sleeping problems, weird feelings

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You were in your room, reading by your window. Out of the corner of your eye you saw other kids playing outside the cold weather. You weren’t a fan of the cold. You liked the fresh air and warmth of spring. When everything came to life and woke up.

Your fluffy socks prevented the cold to creep into your bones. You hated cold toes and feet, so Santi bought you warm, cosy, fluffy socks. He saved all his pocket money to buy you the pink fluffy socks with gray stripes.

You heard a knock at your door and it slowly opened and in came the teenager with dark curly hair. “What are you reading bubbles?” You huffed as he called you your most hated nickname, “Stop calling me that. And you know what I read.”

He sat down where your feet were resting. He put his arm on top of your bend knees and laid his chin on top, “Wouldn’t it be nice to just disappear through a wardrobe and end up in a magical realm? I even could be your knight in shining armour.” He waggled his eyebrows at you. With a light kick of your foot you kicked him in the rips. Santi, overdramatic as ever, simulated his ‘pain’. He ‘fell off’ your windowsill and rolled onto his back on the floor, “I have been hit by the Queen of all Queens. I will die the most painful death I will ever have to endure. I see the light.”

He held his arms up before he let it flop to the floor. He closed his eyes and turned his head to the side. To add more drama to his performance he stuck out his tongue. You snickered. Before you closed your book you put a bookmark between the current pages you were reading and laid it down. Slowly you sunk down to where Santi was laying and sat next to him on the floor. You took a deep breath to muster all your courage and kissed your best friend on the cheek.

You felt hot all over your body. Like it was lit on fire. Looking down you saw Santi’s brown eyes looking at you. His cheeks were tinted, “Well look at that. The Queen saved me from the prink of death. I will forever be in your dept, my lady.” He sat up and kissed your hand.

After the realisation you couldn’t sleep. He called you his freaking girlfriend. Your mind was reeling, eyes burning from the lack of sleep. He once called you his girlfriend. It was in high school. He saved you from a creep on Prom.

Staring at your sealing you curse your overthinking brain. So you try everything you know what can make you fall asleep. Warm milk and honey let you run to the bathroom because your nervous bladder couldn’t wait till morning.

Counting sheep made you angry because you kept on losing count. You didn’t have sleeping pills at home. So there was only one solution. You went to a box hidden in your closet and opened it. As you opened it the earthy, rich smell of lavender wafted in your nostrils. Your eyes grew heavier instantly. You took out the small cushion and closed your wardrobe.

You dragged your feet across your room and plumed into your bed face first in your pillow. You turned around so you were laying comfortably. The lavender cushion right next to you. In a matter of seconds you were out like a light.

The next morning you woke up refreshed and ready to start your day. You dressed, cleaned your face and made your makeup. Ate breakfast and brushed your teeth.

Walking to work was without any casualties. Even during work there were no difficulties. This whole day felt weird. Like something could happen if you just snapped your finger. But nothing happened.

After you left the office building you called Benny. The phone rang only two times before he picked up. “Benny, I had a weird day and I need to relax.” You heard humming on the other end. Something rustled at Benny’s side. “I will be right there. Don’t worry, I bring the good stuff you get the unicorn mask ready for me.”

Benny didn’t get an answer. All he heard was a loud explosion and car sirens going off.

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

IFJAJHWJJF OKAY ONAY ONAY HI I JUST SAW YOUR POSTS PLESE WRITE YANDERE ORC STUFF NO ONE DOES FHANKZKA IM SO EXCITED

Hello my fellow orc loving anon, I hope you enjoy the food, Smutty second course will be on it's way (at some stage). Also since you let me choose I had to pick Risotto.

Of monsters and men

(yandere orc Risotto x female reader)

For generations your family had established peace between your village and the clan of monsters that ruled the land. In exchange for part of your village's crops they would spare you all from rampage.

Everything seemed like a nightmare as you saw the same clan betray centuries of trust. Houses were on fire, men were mutilated and women were forced upon. It all made you sick to the stomach to watch as you ran in the scanty outfit you had to wear. Today was meant to be the day where the village and clan would indulge in festivities, yet it was all chaos instead.

Tears threatened to spill as your dreams of following in your family's steps broke like porcelain. You looked to your side as you heard the wails and screams of young children being forced into a cage like vermin by two ogres. You stood by and watched. Part of your mind telling you to keep running but the other half wanted to save the poor children.

You sighed as you ran towards them and grabbed a nearby pitchfork and hit one of them with the hilt, knocking them out for sure before hitting the other.

"You have to get out of here kids!" You ordered them.

'but I can't find my parents" one of the young girls cried. A frown formed on your lips, you felt so bad for them.

"I know, but you can't stay… your parents would want you to be safe" you explained as you kneeled down and scruffed up her silken hair, trying your best not to cry.

"Do it for your family's sake" you continued.

"Will you come with us lady (Y/n)?" Another asked.

"I can't… as a member of the noble family I have to try and figure out a way to fix this" you explained. You had hoped that maybe your father was already talking to the clan leader, coming up with a solution to the issue.

You helped guide all the children to the edge of the village with the pitchfork you had used to knock out the ogres firmly in your hand before something delivered a low sweep. You fell to the ground and watched them all scream and scatter into the dark forest as something pulled you back.

You were yanked up by the arm and forced to confront your captor as their long forked tongue slid up your neck, leaving a trail of saliva and venom that burned your skin like acid.

"You're a rather feisty lady" a seductive tone hissed as a scaly tail that glimmered like obsidian wrapped around your lower body. Stray locks of lavender coloured hair came into view as the male leaned into you.

"You smell so fertile… I expected nothing less of a noble" he chuckled before turning you around so you could finally see him. A tall Naga with an asymmetric bob, bearing his long fangs.

Your blood froze as you realised the gravity of your current situation. Your heart pounded inside of your chest, threatening to explode any minute.

"What… whatever you intend to do with me… please make it quick" you plead though your shaky breath as you squeeze your eyes shut.

The Naga reacted with a cruel laugh as he watched you squirm in his tails tight grip. Almost prideful of the fear he was inducing.

"Oh I don't intend to do anything with you, but I can't say the same about our ruler" he chuckled.

Your eyes lit up a little, you could try to negotiate with him to leave the village and return to prior times. Yet your stomach also twisted in fear, you had no idea who the ruler of the monster clan was. No human dared to speak of him, not even your father.

"Please take me to him, maybe we could come to some agreement!" You please.

The lavender Naga laughed before leaning in towards your face. His long, forked tongue feathering over your cheek.

"The perfume of fear is intoxicating, Lord Nero could smell it from a mile away" his comments made the hairs on your neck stand.

"But if you are so insistent, then I can only let you try" he continued, his words dripping in sweet venom.

"Yes I do want to go!" You almost yelled.

"Oh so eager, I can't refuse to that" he chuckled as his form wrapped around you more before tightening his grip on you till you couldn't breath. His long body slivered over ground with ease as he deprived you of oxygen. You coughed and weezed as your vision impaired. Your neck hung loosely like an old doll as your limbs starved. Shortly darkness fades in and out of your vision as you struggle to stay conscious.

You closed your eyes and when they opened once more you were in your house. It had been trashed beyond belief, like someone had been searching for something.

Finally the Naga let you go and let you drop to the floor. You took a few deep breaths as you got to your hands and knees. You knew something was hovering above you but you couldn't bring yourself to look up at whoever it was.

"Melone, you can leave now" a deep voice ordered. The Nagas named Melone slivered back before leaving you with whoever the voice belonged to.

"(Y/n)" the male said your name, a sweet and soothing tone on the edge of the previously gravely tone.

"How do you know my name?" You finally asked as you looked. Your blood went cold as you finally saw the large pale orc in front of you. You swallowed your saliva as you studied the intimidating monster's features.

Short hair as white as fresh snow, ruby eyes amongst jet black sclera and a single tusk protruding from his lower jaw. He was extremely tall, even for an orc, his chest broad and exposed with a black leather straps decorated with various jewels. To put it simply, he was an orc of a high class and ruling over a clan of various monsters further proved his status as a ruler.

"I saw a few photographs of you over the years. However your father never spoke of you, so I had to find out more about you myself" he explained. You remained quiet towards the creature.

"Quiet are we? I thought you would have tried to say a few words at least after attacking two members of my army" He muttered before kneeling down.

"I came here to make a deal with you, in exchange I want you to stop this attack" you responded.

"Well I doubt your father is going to repay his debts" he said before pulling you up.

"What are you talking about? We had our taxes raised numerous times because of your demands!" You hissed as you pulled your arm out of his grasp.

The orc gave you a stern look before his features softened.

"Well I was told that there was little money amongst the town, I was kind enough to ask him for alternative payments" he explained.

"He's been paying me almost nothing for the past two years" he continued.

You looked at the orc, trying to figure out if he was lying or not but deep in your heart you could tell he wasn't trying to trick you, he had no reason to.

"Perhaps we can end this conflict now and I can repay you the debt" you suggested.

"I'm not going to just let this brush off so easily, I want a payment now!" he responded with slight anger in his tone.

"I'm sure I can talk this out with my father-" you were saying however the albino orc quickly interjected.

"Do you not realise that your father had abandoned this town" he mentioned.

"No he wouldn't, I don't believe it!" you argued.

"Well read these for yourself" he replied as he grabbed several notes from one of the pockets of his striped pants.

"I found these in your father's quarters" he explained as he handed them to you.

You read only one of them before you dropped them all on the floor. I was undoubtedly your father's hand writing, such a scandalous conversation between him and a woman who was obviously taking him for his money. You were in absolute shock, he had left you all to die.

"Surely I can offer some form of payment here, give me a chance" you begged.

"I doubt it, I've looked everywhere and there is nothing" he replied.

“However if you really want to save this town so badly, I think I could reach an agreement.” he mentioned trying to hide the lust in his eyes.

“State your terms” you stated.

“Eager” he responded.

“Well… I will stop this attack and our clan will leave your village in peace but I have one requirement, I want you” he explained before grabbing your hip.

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