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wc: 6.4k summary: in which Y/N is a fairly inexperienced romance author, and Harry is a bookstore owner who happens to be a big fan. What happens when he offers her one night to experience some of the things she’s written about? part two

a/n: hi there! can you tell I'm ovulating? that is the only explanation I have for this one. big shouts to my mootite patootie @celestie0 for being a real girls girl and being my beta reader and personal hype woman! she read the whole thing and she doesn't even like Harry like that! Ellie is a real one. (check out her story kickoff rn!🔪)

cw: bdsm dynamics, impact play, breath play, spit play, cum play, anal, anal creampie, p in v, facefucking, mild shibari, bondage, use of sir, degradation, edging, spanking, choking, toy usage (vibrator, butt plug), overstimulation, there’s a lot okay reader be warned.

“Hey, Jenny!” Your voice echoed through the phone. Your publicist had a habit of calling when you were trying to get your daily rough drafting and editing done. Currently you’re staring at a manuscript of the follow up to your latest release, still unsure what to name it.

“Y/N, I’m glad I caught you! I had something come up for you to start the press tour for your newest release!” Jenny, your publicist excitedly squeals through the phone. Her tone makes you peel the phone away from your ear for a split second. You glance over to your right to look at the book in question. “Little Freak” was your latest release. Another smutty romance novel full of things you’d never actually experienced; only dreamed about. You were experienced enough, but always craved more. But your books were a hit and people were snatching them up left and right.

“A press tour? I’ve never done anything like that.” You respond, balancing the phone between your cheek and shoulder, tapping away at your computer

“I know, but it’s a signing! At this local shop downtown.” She explains, “The owner says they’d love to host in exchange for the publicity.”

“A signing?” you question. Never did you think a signing would be an event you’d have. ”People want to meet me?”

“Oh yeah, girl. Loads of people.” She chuckles. “Do you know how many people have sent you fan mail saying you gave them a sexual awakening with your books? So many people want to meet you.” Her response makes you physically laugh.

“Wow, I'm just writing about fantasies I have.” you chuckle, “But I’m so glad people are finding themselves.”

“But about this signing!” She continues. “It’s booked for next weekend, but I’ll be going this weekend to meet with the owner and talk about the setup. You can be there if you want or you can just leave that to me.” She continues rambling about anything and everything pertaining to the signing. Ending the call she gives you the address and you tell her you’d meet her there on saturday.

You loathed taking public transportation, and requesting a car for a short trip seemed pointless to you. So hoofing it, it was. Weaving your way through the city sidewalk, you’d located the shop rather easily. You were shocked you’d never heard of this place before. You’d been through here many times.

“Y/N, over here!” You hear Jenny yell from the corner of the store. It was really nice. Big floor to ceiling windows. Full mahogany bookshelves lining the walls and aisles. A giant seating area with plush chairs, couches and bean bags. A coffee and tea bar near the windows. String lights hang from the exposed rafters. The aroma of the store wafting scents of natural wood, patchouli and vanilla. There’s plants everywhere. The cash register tucked in the corner with a “Owners Picks” section right in front. Harry’s House in big yellow bubble letters on the wall.

Your eyes just scan everywhere before they fall on Jenny, standing next to a man. A man with emerald eyes, dark chestnut curls, glasses pushed atop his head, and a smile plastered on his face.

“I can’t believe this place has been hiding here,” you state, walking towards her and the man. “Hi, I’m Y/N,” you’re holding your hand out to him. He eyes you before slipping his hand in yours and giving you a delicate shake. Your skin heats up at his touch.

“M’ Harry. S’nice to meet you,” he claims, “I haven’t opened yet. Your signing will be my grand opening.” He states, letting your hand go. What was that?

“That explains why I’ve never seen it before. It’s beautiful in here,” you gesture all around. “It’s so cozy.” Why do you want him to touch you again?

“That was the vision when I was planning everything. When I heard your team was looking for a place to host a signing, I knew it would be perfect for a grand opening as well.” Keep talking.

“You’ve heard of me?” you ask in disbelief with your eyebrow raised. He’s looking at you as if he’s ready to eat you alive. Please do.

“I’m quite a big fan, actually.” he chuckles, “I’ve read all of your releases so far. But, we can discuss that after. Jenny, do show us what your plan is.” He says, leading you both over to the seating area.

After your sit down meeting with Harry and Jenny, Jenny says she’s heading back to the office to send out the email to your team with the plan. Harry asked you if you’d stay to continue your conversation from earlier and go over more specifics, to which you happily obliged although you felt a tinge of nervousness once you were left alone with him.

You eye him as he prepares some tea for the both of you, getting a really good look this time. Glancing at the furrow in his eyebrows as he focuses on the task at hand. The fabric of his white dress shirt pulled taught across his shoulders as he moves around the space; the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The skin you can see is littered with black ink. The way the veins in his arms start to give you unholy thoughts about how they’d feel wrapped around your neck–

“You’ll have to forgive my shortness earlier, I’m not used to men telling me they’re a fan of my work,” you chuckle, trying to steer your thoughts in a different direction.

“Ah, not to worry. It takes more than that to offend me,” he says, walking back to the couch you’re settled on; tea cups in hand. “But, indeed I am a huge fan,” he hands you one of the cups as he takes a seat on the other end of the couch. “I believe the first book of yours I read was Lingering Smoke,” he ponders for a moment, “Or no, it actually was Whipped & Chained,” his recall of your titles make you squirm.

“T-those are my two most popular titles,” you start to speak, praying he didn’t notice the way he made you stutter. He did. You clear your throat before continuing, “but my latest release is wiping the floor with both of those at this rate,” you say, regaining your composure. He offers you a smile. A salacious smile.

“I’m not surprised,” he says, eyeing the pink tinge on your cheeks, “I have read them all though,” he says, shifting his seating position on the couch to now fully face you, “they often give me,” his gaze boring into yours, “ideas,” he’s lifting his tea cup to his lips. You swear you feel a chill down your spine.

“Ideas?” you question, your eyes searching his. Are they darker?

“Ideas.” He affirms. “You should know though. You write about them.” He chuckles.

“I mean, I guess,” you shrug your shoulders, “I’m just writing fantasies I have,” you laugh, but he doesn’t.

“Fantasies? You mean you’ve never done those things? Felt those things?” He asks in disbelief.

You shake your head with a light laugh. “I seriously find that so hard to believe.”

“Please, my college boyfriend could never,” you chuckle, setting your tea cup on the coffee table. “I just drum up some ideas–as you so call them–and put it into a story. Nothing special.” He stares at you in disbelief again.

“I jus–wow. I honestly expected you to be super well versed in those aspects. Pardon my assumption,” he says, holding his hands up.

“I mean, I guess it’s a pretty fair assumption, so no offense taken. Apparently I’ve given people sexual awakenings according to Jenny,” you laugh making him laugh this time.

The awkward tension seems to dissipate with the shared laughter, but a different tension seems to linger. He seems so stone-like; like he only has one goal; and that goal is you. Truth be told, you’d happily oblige.

“Would you like to?” He asks, repositioning himself on the couch again, slightly closer to you.

“Like to?” you’re feigning ignorance. You know what he wants, but you're playing dumb.

“Experience those things.” He leans his arm over the back of the couch, taking in the obvious look of desire in your eyes.

“I mean, sure. Who wouldn’t?” You snort, looking over to him but he’s just staring at you. “Oh, you mean like, with you?” you ask slowly, still playing dumb.

He smiles that smile again, “Sure, why not?” He asks. “I’m game if you are.”

“Harry. Do you hear how crazy that sounds? We’ve known each other for half an hour.”

“So? We don’t have to see each other after. I don’t really do ‘feelings’ anyways.” he’s gesturing air quotes around feelings, his tone rather repulsed sounding. “This could be a one time thing. You get to experience some of the things you’ve written about, and I get my rocks off. A win/win situation if you ask me.” He says, gathering the tea cups and sauntering back over to the coffee station.

“You sound so romantic, Harry,” you chuckle. Maybe this wouldn’t be a terrible idea. The last hookup you had was less than thrilling. And here you have a very attractive man offering exactly what you’ve been looking for. Regardless if it’s for one night, you’re willing to try.

“Interested?” He asks, leaning against the counter behind him.

“Sure. Why not,” You respond, mimicking his words back to him.

You make a mutual agreement to meet up and converse every day over the next week to discuss specifics, what each other's limits are—Harry all but told you he had none—and to remind you that this was all about you and what you wanted to experience. He gave you homework of coming up with what exactly you wanted. Your mind races as you think about what you’d want to experience first. There are so many options!

He adored the look of mixed emotions on your face; the excitement, the apprehension. The enthusiasm in your voice but also the way you shied away when he asked you to list what you wanted, and how you wanted it. The way you sit on the couch in his bookstore with your legs crossed as you look down at the notebook in your lap. Ever the author; making a rough draft of these taboo acts you want this near stranger to do to you. Harry may not make it out of this alive if you keep looking at him with those eyes.

After your signing is when he’d bring your fantasies to life.

The spare key to his apartment was burning a hole in your hand as you made your way down the hall. You stood in front of the door a moment, contemplating one last time if this was what you wanted. He reminded you before you left the bookstore that there was no pressure. He would understand if he got home and you weren’t there. But you’re certain you want this. If nothing, you’ll get more fuel for your writing,

Once inside, you set his key on the counter before making your way to his bedroom so you could prepare for his arrival. Nerves are sneaking up on you but they’re overtaken by sheer excitement once you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror on the wall on the opposite side of his bed. You begin to undress, watching yourself in the mirror as you pull your dress down your shoulders, revealing the dark red lingerie set you wore for the occasion.

The sound of his front door opening causes your breath to catch in your throat. Finding your spot near the bed, your hands find the tops of your thighs as you kneel on the floor in anticipation of his arrival; eyes cast down like he directed. His footsteps draw closer, causing the butterflies to stir awake inside your gut. The bedroom door opens, but you keep your gaze down. The tops of his shoes come into your vision. “Eyes up.”

Your head snaps up in response, eyes meeting his dark gaze. That salacious grin being the star of the show. “Hmm,” he starts, sliding his thumb across your cheek as he takes hold of your chin, “Already so obedient,” he clicks his tongue, “I like that.” The mild praise makes you grin.

His free hand slides down to fumble with his belt buckle, the sound of the metal clinking together sending shockwaves straight between your legs. You feel the leather being slung around your neck and he sinches the sides together, tightening around your throat.

Your breath hitches.

“Open,” he says. Your tongue immediately lulled out as you open your mouth, aiming to please him. You groan as a warm stream of spit falls onto your tongue and two of his fingers press down to smear it around the surface. “So pretty like this.”

A whimper escapes you in response.

“Do you remember your safewords?” You nod. “And what are you supposed to do if you’re unable to speak?” Reaching up, you tap his thigh three times. “What about if your wrists are bound?” You snap your fingers before resting your hand against your thigh again. Gurgling sounds fall from your lips as his fingers run over the back of your tongue. “Good girl,” he pushes a little further, “That’s a good girl,” he says as his fingers make their way down your throat, brushing against your gag reflex, causing you to gag slightly. “Ooh, a little training is needed I see,” he mocks.

Your core is on fire and he’s barely touched you. A few dirty words and his fingers in your throat and you’re ready to roll over and bark like a dog, Nevermind the fact that his belt is around your neck like a leash.

Whimpers leave you at his chastisement, making him grin. Spit rolls down your chin; your hands reach up instinctively to grip the front of his thighs. “No touching,” he reminds you, making you timidly retract them. “Do I need to restrict your hands already?” You try to shake your head in his hold to say no, causing the belt to tighten.

That was one of the only rules he gave you. “No touching, no kissing, and you have to ask me permission to cum.”

Tears burn in the seams of your eyes as he continues his exploration of the inside of your mouth; fingers prodigy at your gag reflex again. You cough and gag but he presses on just a little further until he feels you instinctively pull your head back. Harry withdraws his fingers as he watches you cough and heave. “Don’t know how you’re gonna take my cock, sweets,” he mocks you again, “you’re already a crying mess from two fingers.”

His words make you audibly groan. You want more. You need more. “Need it, sir,” you smile up at him.

“I know, pup,” he’s cradling your face. He taps your cheek with those same two fingers, telling you to open again. “You’ll get it,” he spits on your tongue once more, “Now, remember to breathe through your nose this time,” he says before he slides his fingers back in your mouth.

Your ankles are secured to the posts of his headboard; wrists hooked to the leather belt around your waist, and your head hangs over the edge of his bed. Harry’s hands roam your upper body, groping your breasts and pinching your perked nipples. His cock sliding in and out of your throat at an agonizingly slow speed; savoring the feeling of your tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft. “Fuck, sweets,” he groans. A hand sliding up to lightly grip the sides of your neck, “haah, feel that?” he asks, squeezing the sides where your throat bulges, “feel me deep in your throat?”

Drool pours from the sides of your lips; the wet squelching sounds of his cock gliding in and out of your throat is like music to his ears. “This what you wanted?” he asks, pulling himself from your mouth, tapping his length on your lips. You writhe before him, trying to catch your breath. He rubs the tip of his cock over the apple of your cheek, smearing the drool and precum across the surface. “Asked you a question, pet,” he says, giving an open-palmed smack to your right breast, making you yelp.

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe out, “T-this is what I w-wanted.” You wish you could clench your thighs together to feel some kind of friction. His condescending tone has a rush of arousal pooling between your legs.

“Yeah?” he mocks, “Wanted your throat fucked like some cheap whore?” He slides back in your mouth. A whimper escapes your lips as he reaches the back of your throat. Steadying your breathing through your nose, you focused on the task at hand; keeping your tongue flat and your cheeks hollow. You’re squeezing your fists together, creating crescent shaped indents on your palms. It’s like you can already feel him everywhere. You can’t wait to actually feel him everywhere. “Just wanted me to have my way with you?” he slides one hand down between your legs and swipes two of his fingers through your folds, “Such a dirty girl. So wet for me already,” your hips involuntarily buck at the contact with your neglected core, making him chuckle before shoving your hips back down onto the bed.

“Hold it,” he demands as he stills his hips with the tip of his cock nestled in the back of your throat. Five. Ten. The seconds tick by as he tests your breath holding ability. Fifteen. Twenty. You flex your hands before clasping them back shut; Harry keeping a close eye on them lest you need to perform a safeword act. Twenty five. Thirty. “Good,” he commends as he pulls out and you struggle to catch your breath. “Very good, Pup,” he taps your cheek with his fingertips.

Harry maneuvers himself around the bed, grabbing the spool of rope on the floor before moving to settle on his knees between your legs. He frees your left ankle before taking hold of your hips and pulling you towards him, letting your head rest on the mattress. “How’re you feeling up there?” he asks, smoothing his hands up your legs, over your hips and tummy, stopping and rubbing slow circles.

“G-good, s-sir” you stammer out, still breathing deeply; flexing your hands to get the feeling back in them. You feel his hands grip under your knee, lifting your leg into a bend; foot flat on the mattress.

“Yeah?” he smirks, “What’s your color?” He grabs the spool of rope to his right, beginning to wrap the rope around your bent leg in a frog tie; the back of your calf is flush with the back of your thigh, forcing your leg to remain bent and open.

“Green,” rushes out before you even think about what he asked, you just want more.

Harry smiles at your response, finishing up the last bit on the knots. He runs the tips of his fingers over the rope before lifting himself on his knees to lean over you. “Good,” he smirks. Leaning forward, he braces his weight on one hand near your head. “Well just look at you,” he mocks. Your mascara is running, the lipstick you wore is smeared, and half dried patches of spit and precum litter your skin.

His other hand reaches up to lightly grip the sides of your face, turning your head from side to side in his hold as he really studies his handiwork. “Seems I’ve turned you into a little throat slut, huh?” His degrading words send shockwaves to your cunt. “But, let's see what else your holes are capable of,” He says with a firm smack to your cheek, causing your head to jerk to the left and a masochistic smile to form on your lips. Harry slides off the bed before appearing above you again, a blindfold in hand.

Your vision has been taken from you as well as your mobility. He has you exactly where he wants you; pliant and ready for him.

Harry settles between your legs again; teasing touches linger up your legs towards where you want him most. You feel two fingers spread your lips apart. “Hmm, such a wet little pussy. Were you feeling neglected down here while I was fucking your face?” he teases. You whimper in response, making him grin. Ghosting his fingertips over your sensitive bundle of nerves, he slides two of his fingers between your folds before dipping them inside and curving them upwards. A strangled moan falls from your lips. “Let me hear you,” he’s scissoring his fingers in and out of you, “Let me hear how good I’m making you feel.”

“G-god, sir. S-so good,” you whimper. “N-need more, please,” your skin begins to heat up; a thin layer of sweat forming. Chills follow; goosebumps littering the surface

“Oh, I’ll give you more,” he chuckles at you, bringing his free hand down in a firm smack on your clit, making you jolt. Reaching to his left, he picks up a wand vibrator, sets it against your clit and turns it on the lowest setting; gradually turning it higher in tandem with his fingers. He’s working you up to the peak of the mountain, steadily keeping you on your toes.

“Please, please, please, can i cum, sir?”

“No,” he’s retracting his fingers and the wand as he watches you whine and writhe before him.

“Hnng, sir, please,” you beg him. “Put it back, please,” Tears begin brimming in your eyes at the loss of stimulation.

“Silence,” he slaps down on your clit again making you yelp. “You cum when I say you can,” his tone firm, “Do you not remember that part of our conversations?” his hand comes down on the bundle again. Warm tears start dampening the blindfold held against your face. You nod your head. Smack. Again. “Words,” he prompts.

“I-I r-remember, Sir,” your voice wobbly, “I’m s-sorry,”

“I’ll bet you are. Don’t worry though, I’ll make sure it sticks in your empty little head,” another smack follows.

He’s got you on your knees now, left leg still frog tied and the other reattached to the bedpost, your back in a full arch. Your hands are stretched above your head; wrists tied together with leftover rope. His hands are anchored to your hips as he drives his cock in and out of your cunt. “Sh-shit,” he grunts, “this pussy feels so good; sucking me in like there’s no tomorrow,” One of his hands glides down to tickle the bottom of your foot, causing you to jolt and squirm in his hold. He grins at your attempt to escape the sensations.

“Hnngh, sir,” you groan, turning your head against the sheets. “Feels. So. Fucking. Good,” each word sounding pointed with each thrust of his hips. Your body is addicted to the dopamine rush; still holding on to the feeling of every orgasm he ripped from you with the vibrator before he decided you were ready for his cock. But not before he nestled a dark red, heart shaped plug into your ass to prep for later. You feel so deliriously full with both holes being stretched.

Harry reaches up, gathering your hair in one of his hands before tugging you up to be flush with his front, keeping up the pace of his hips.

“Know it does, pet,” he switches his hold, gripping the front of your throat with one hand as he slides the other one down between your legs to rub fast circles on your clit. “Can feel you clenching down on me like a damn vice,” His grip tightens on your throat, his fingers speed up as you turn into a crying mess from his touch..

“G-gna cum,” you stammer, “P-please, let me cum, s-sir,”

“Cum,” he stills his hips against your ass, but continues his ministrations against your clit causing you to convulse against him’ your abdomen contracting with each wave of pleasure.

“S’too much, sir” you cry out, “Please! Too much!” you wiggle in his grasp. He squeezes the sides of your throat a little tighter as a warning.

“You know what to say to get me to stop,” he reminds you, continuing to massage the abused bundle.

You choke out a whine in response, your body trembling with red hot pleasure. He knew you didn’t want him to stop. You knew what words to use to get him to slow down.

“Dirty girl. You’ll take anything I give you, huh?” he chastises you, his words scratch an itch in your brain and send you into a second orgasm. He continues to pull delicious sounds from you; all the sounds he’s become obsessed with. Tossing you back down onto the bed, he braces himself on either side of your head as he begins to piston his hips into you, fucking you into the mattress and siphoning every ounce of your orgasm he can out of you. “Such a good little slut, creaming all over this cock.”

His hips begin to slow as you come down and he runs one of his hands down the expanse of your back, before pushing and pulling on the plug.

“Oh, f-fuck, sir. That feels s-so go–ood,” your voice muffled by the comforter. “W-want you in my ass, sir. Please,” you say, turning your face against the mattress so he could hear you.

“Yeah? Wanna feel me stretch that tiny ass open?” he starts to pull on the plug, your hips jerk in reaction.

“Mhm, need it.” you mewl. “Please, sir,”

“I’ll give it to you, pet, don’t worry,” he says as he slowly pulls himself out of you. Harry stands from the bed before pulling you towards him. Maneuvering you to lay on your side with your back and butt facing him as he stands behind you. He smooths one hand up your side, groping your breasts, sliding further along to grip your chin. “Open,” he commands, just like earlier. Opening your mouth, you invite two fingers inside. “Suck.” You happily oblige; wrapping your tongue around his appendages. His other hand reaches down between you to grasp the edges of the plug as he eases it out, toying with you in the process.

You whine at the empty feeling, but you’re too focused on his fingers in your mouth to really care. Feeling his free hand swipe between your cheeks, he pushes a finger inside, eliciting a gasp from your lips. He takes the opportunity to push his fingers further into your mouth and add a second finger into your ass; slowly pumping the two fingers in and out of the tight ring of muscles. Groans fall from you at the strange intrusion; but you’re craving more.

“M-more,” you moan, voice strained from his fingers pressing on your tongue.

“Didn’t anyone teach you not to speak with your mouth full?” He sneers at you, retracting his fingers from your mouth before colliding his fingertips with your cheek.

You smile.

“S-sorry, sir. Feels s–so good. N-need more,” you’re pushing your hips back against the thrust of his fingers.

“Are you a little anal whore now too?” He chastises, but adds a third finger anyways, stretching you as best he can.

“Mhm,” you whine. “Want your cock. Please, sir.”

“Yeah, know you do,” he says as he withdraws his fingers slowly. He spits in his hand and wraps his fingers around the head of his cock, smearing the spit over the tip. He aligns himself with your tighter hole before beginning the tight press inside. “Just breathe,”

“Ngh, fuck,” you groan as he slowly inches inside. “Sh–shit,” your body tenses at the intrusion. It hurts so good. The stretch. The fill. Your head is spinning. More. More. More!

“Mm, such a tight ass. Pulling me in so good,” he continues his shallow thrusts, easing his way inside until he’s fully sheathed. “T-there, we go.”

You’d never been comfortable enough to go beyond a plug in your ass with previous partners. Perhaps knowing you won’t see Harry after is what made you so feral for it this time around. You can’t describe the level of fullness you feel right now. His hands are gripped on your hip, thumbs digging into the supple flesh as he pulls you back to meet each thrust of his hips.

“S-sir,” you whisper out to him, your voice gone hoarse from screaming out in pleasure.

“What, pet?” he squeezes your hip, “you need something?”

“C-can you touch m-me, please?”

“This still isn’t enough for you? Such a greedy girl,” he brings his hand firmly down on your ass. Bringing his hand back, he lifts your leg from behind, tucking two fingers into your cunt; curling them to prod at that spot.

“Oh, f–uck y-es, right– right there, sir,” your sobs of pleasure are going straight to his cock. “Pl-please, please don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says with a smug grin etched onto his lips. “You want more?”

“Y-yes, please! Please, sir, more!” You aren’t sure what more he could give you but you’ll take whatever it is. You feel his fingers leave your cunt and his hips come to a halt against your ass. The sound of the wand vibrator coming to life fills your ears. He presses it against your sensitive clit, then tucks the end of the wand under the rope around your leg; keeping it firmly in place. You cry at the sensation. His fingers enter your pussy again, eliciting an animalistic like moan from your throat. “Oh–hngh–oh my god, sir, holy fuck.”

“That’s it,” he smacks down on your hip with his free hand, “Such a dirty little whore, just wants all of her holes filled like the girls she writes about in her dirty books.”

Your whimpers fill the air along with the sounds of sticky, squelching flesh and Harry’s grunts. You’ve never felt so full and empty at the same time in your life. The only thing you’re able to focus on is how good he’s making you feel. He’s kept true to his word; this was all about you and what you wanted. Every fantasy you told him over the week you met up with him at his book store, he brought to life. All of your senses are on fire, but all you can think about is how badly you want to cum.

“Sir, g’na cum! Please let me cum!” you scream. His fingers continue their assault on your g-spot, as he reaches down with his free hand to switch the vibrator to its highest setting before taking a firm grip on your throat and squeezing; sending you over the peak.

“Cum for me,” he demands, pulling the most intense orgasm you’ve ever felt in your life from you. A wet feeling forms between your legs and you hear Harry groan behind you. “Ohh, there’s a good girl. C’mon and keep squirting all over me, sweets,” his praises go straight between your legs as more moans and pleas escape from your throat. His fingers work overtime in your pussy; pulling every ounce of your arousal from you. The incessant buzzing of the wand on your clit puts stars in your vision and the feeling of his cock pounding in and out of your ass is the cherry on top. A second wave rushes over your senses, your body convulsing against Harry’s. “There she is,” he coos, “such a good, dirty girl.”

Harry eases his fingers from your core, and switches the wand off before untangling it from the rope and tosses it to the side. He grips your hip again with both hands as he pistons himself in and out of you, finally chasing his own orgasm. “Sh–shit, pet. Gonna cum. Where do you want it?” he pants out, digging his thumbs into the plush of your ass cheek.

“Pl–please cum in my ass, sir. Want it so bad,” you whine out, “Need it, please sir!”

“Calm down, gonna give you what you want, sweets.” His hips begin to stutter, grunts and groans fall from his lips along with cries of your name. He pushes in as far as he can as he empties himself into you–”Fuck, just like that, pet. S-so good”–before retracting his hips and pressing in again; fucking his release back into you.

“So, was that everything you wanted?” Harry asked as he unties the knots that were keeping your leg bent. You’re lying flat on the mattress, a warm washcloth in your hand as you wipe your face.

“Mhm, and then some,” you smile at him.

“Yeah? Happy to be of service,” he chuckles, beginning to help stretch and massage the muscles in your leg. You wince at the feeling of his fingers kneading the more tender areas. His calloused hands rub and dig the knots left behind. “I’ll take that,” he says, holding his hand out for the washcloth. He rubs it over your sensitive areas, not pressing too hard; really taking his time cleaning up his mess. “I’m going to run you a bath, and make you something to eat,” he stands from the bed, tossing the washcloth into the hamper before disappearing into the bathroom.

Your thoughts begin to take you hostage as he fiddles around in the bathroom. You’d just let basically a total stranger do unspeakable acts to you, and now you’re about to take a bath in his tub. He’s being sweet to you now, making sure you’re comfortable. But that doesn’t change the fact that he doesn’t want to see you after today.

Upon his return, he catches himself smiling at your naked form laying across his bed. Clearing his throat, he strides over to you and extends his hand. “Upsie daisy, sweets,” he chuckles at the pained look on your face after you take his hand and stand at full height. “How do those legs feel?” he teases.

“Shut up,” you stick your tongue out at him, “I just went through a lot,” you laugh with him.

“Indeed you did,” he smiles sweetly at you. A completely different kind of smile than he’d ever given you before. When he looked at you at the bookstore, it was like a hunter eyeing his prey. Now he’s looking at you as if you’re the reason the sun rises and sets every day. You’re trying really hard not to think too hard into it.

“He’s just being nice after figuratively beating the shit out of me,” you think to yourself.

“Are you going to get in with me?” you ask once you reach the edge of the tub. Your big doe eyes looking up at him so sweetly as the words leave your lips. He’d never done something like that before. He doesn’t do the sweet stuff. But with the way you’re looking at him now, how could he say no?

“D-do you want me to?” he asks quietly.

You nod softly in response, “If I only get one night with you, I’d like to make the most of it,” you turn to step into the tub.

Harry’s heart pangs in his chest. He nods slowly and swallows the lump in his throat. Leaning forward, you allow him enough room to slip in behind you before you lean back against his chest. His arms warily make their way around your body as he pulls you back as close to him as possible.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” leaves you before you can even think about it.

“You’re asking if I had a good time making you bend and break at my will? Yeah I think I did,” he says, making you laugh.

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure,” you say tilting your head to the side to look up at him. “I had a great time by the way.” you chuckle before turning back around.

“I’m glad. You did a great job,” He picks up the fresh washcloth he’s gotten for you, and dunks it in the water. “May I?” he asks, gesturing towards you.

“Sure,” you whisper, your cheeks turning a soft pink at the praise. He rubs the washcloth over the expanse of your chest and tummy; up your arms and down your legs, really taking his time helping you feel relaxed. “Thank you, Harry. For today.” you feel yourself lean into his hold.

“My pleasure, Y/N," he smiles against your temple.

“You sure you have everything?” Harry asks as he helps you put your jacket on, pulling your hair from underneath for you.

“I had everything the last three times you asked,” you giggle at him, the sound is like music to his ears. He’d do anything to hear it for just a little bit longer. He said he could do just one night. He swore he could. But why does the thought of you walking out his door make him feel like his chest is going to cave in?

“Just want to be sure,” He smiles that soft smile at you again, making your cheeks heat up.

How dare he.

“Please, stop looking at me like that,” you whisper, unable to hide your discomfort anymore.

“How am I looking at you?” his voice quiet and sad.

“L-Like you actually care about me.” tears collect in your waterline, “You said so yourself, this was a one time thing. So, please, just stop looking at me like that. It’s very confusing.” The words poured out of you before you could stop them. He just stares at you with sad eyes. “T-Thank you again, Harry. I really appreciate your help.” You say, your voice shaking as you avoid eye contact. He’s studying your face; The hurt etched across your features. The same hurt he felt in his chest, but refused to show. “Good luck with your store,” you say as you pull the door shut behind you, leaving him in the silence of his empty apartment.

c/n: oh my what a ride, right? this is not the last of our brooding pair. you'll see the ending of their story soon!

please like &/or reblog if you enjoyed!

#harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #harry edward styles #harry styles smut #harry styles writing #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry x you #harry x reader #harry styles x you

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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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i would die for your heaven

summary; everything jj would do taking a shower with you; headcanon version

authors note; this is a HEADCANON, i wanted to title it something meaningful though. requests are open, or if you’d like more of these that as well :) and this is a short one but i’m working on multiple things rn.

warning; this is fluff

pairing; jj x fem!reader

If JJ hears shower water running and he’s not there, he will pester you into letting him join always. He could literally be in the middle of smoking a blunt, either way he’s hauling it toward the bathroom.

Who does she think she is? To shower alone? Without me? He’d think to himself everytime.

Literally taken aback.

JJ always sees it as a two for one, he gets endless touching and everlasting glances at your figure from the moment he got in to the moment he got out.

But he wasn’t always languishing that shower in a sexual manner.

It was desirable to give his ethereal devotion to you.

In every way, all the love he kept hidden for years was reserved for a company such as yours.

This fascination of having you in any way you’d allow him to.

He’d always ease his way into the bathroom coming up with some excuse.

“Man, I suddenly have to brush my teeth”

“Whew what do you know, gotta’ piss now!”

Or he’d just just come out say “If you don’t let me shower with you, m’gonna make a scene!”

Either way JJ knew you’d give into him, there was no doubt in his mind. Reminding you of the time you said he was irresistible.

And a plus is that it’s JJ, like look at him.

You’d have some sort of melodic tune brewing into the steamy shower air

and he’d eagerly peek his head in through the curtain.

“Fuck, I made a good choice, when I chose you,” he’d ramble on to compliment you. “Sometimes a man just really needs a pat on the back for that.”

“You aren’t getting one.”

He’d smirk, knowing full well you were lying through your teeth.

“You know you want to, baby.”

“Don’t just stand there, get in!”

JJ would strip to nothing, nearly tripping over himself to gawk at you. He pulls the curtain open wide, happily stepping in, whilst you’d lean back under the searing water to wet your hair.

Hands immediately wrapping around your waist, like an instinct. Flesh got to the touch not only from the water, but because he’s salivating and his body was aching to be near yours.

“So, so pretty.”

He’d always mumble, skin sticking to yours whilst he greeted you with several kisses to your neck.

“Help me wash my hair?”

He would almost admit that it was his favorite part but it wasn’t, his favorite part was just being in your presence.

To breathe in your oxygen.

“Smells like yummy.”

“Vanilla bean, J.”

He said that the last time, but he did it again just so he could see that same wholehearted grin on your face.

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devotion-disorder · 5 months

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Look…im not weird…but what does Kuuya smell like? For uh…scientific reasons… and not bc i would steal one of his hoodies and wear is 24/7 and smell it bc it would comfort me bc i love him so much *cough* definitely not…👀

The honest answer is sweat. And musk. Crouching in the bushes near your house after some grueling office hours does not necessarily make for pleasant fragrances.

The idealistic answer would be laundry detergent and hints of tonka bean + vanilla.

#ask #anon #yandere oc #kuuya posting

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bokutosmochi · 1 year

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CREAMY, STICKY ♡ FUSHIGURO TOJI

fushiguro toji x fem!reader

"two orders of ice cream bites for fushiguro toji and anon please!"

ingredients? although used to the way people would stare at him, it still gets on his nerves when people try to pry into your private moments.

what's it? smut

allergen warnings? mean dom!toji, food play, hints of dumbification, toji calls himself daddy one (1) time, oral [f!receiving]

sugar level? 0.9k

regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet

parlor's note? toji would so do this, he told me himself!!

bon appetit!

most of the time, toji did not mind the way people stared at him. after all, it did not take a genius to find out why people would do so, whether that be because of his size - most people didn't see guys his stature, both in height and broadness outside of their weekly tv -, his attractiveness, or because of his title as sorcerer killer. but it was different when people would stare at him whenever he was on a date with you.

it was supposed to be private, intimate, some one-on-one time with his girlfriend, yet prying eyes kept on glaring holes onto his body.

the both of you are casually eating ice cream at the ice cream parlor near your house. it was his treat after being away for a mission worth half a million yen for such a long time. you missed him a lot, so you were very affectionate with him, sitting beside him in the booth instead of in front of him, cuddling to his side, and pressing sticky ice cream kisses to his cheeks. all thoughout your interaction, people kept on staring at the both of you, something that got on his nerves. with a huff and a roll of his eyes, he grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the store.

the distance between the ice cream parlor you were at and your house was fairly short, so it was only a five minute walk to get there, especially since toji was dragging you by the wrist. though he looked pissed off, his hold on you was gentle and you did not feel an ache in your hand while he ignored your questions about his sudden erratic behavior, "toji! toji! what's wrong?" has all fell to deaf ears.

you only got your answer once you got home and your boyfriend slammed you into the door, right hand planted on your hips, and the other still holding a cup of vanilla bean ice cream. "fuckin' people don't know how to mind their goddamn business." he growled out, smashing his lips against yours. "don't know how to keep their eyes to themselves." the kiss was filthy, your tongues licking against each other's and your teeth clashed as you kissed hurriedly, as if you were going to get separated from each other for a month-long mission again.

your hand that wasn't holding on to a cup of half-melted ice cream found their way to his hair, pulling him to you, and pulling him to the bedroom.

"fuck, sweetheart." he breathed out. the ice cream was now on the bedside table and you were under him, so, so close. so much so that you could feel his warmth breath on your face, then down your neck as he pressed wet kisses further down your body. "missed ya so fuckin' much, sweet girl. have no idea how much i miss those sweet little noises of yours." he growled out when you let out a tiny whimper as he sucked a loud hickey onto your collarbone. "i'll give 'em something to stare at." he murmured roughly.

he looked at you, addicted to the way you look during times like this, your half-lidded eyes, oozing lust and desire and the slight o-shape of your mouth while you lightly panted. when his eyes drifted from you, to the side, he smirked, lifting that scar on his lips that you always thought was dangerously attractive. "wouldn't want to waste these, eh, sweet girl?" he got the cup of ice cream and tilted it to the side, letting the beloved dairy product to drip onto your stomach.

its cold temperature made you gasp. it was such a contrast from everything that you were currently feeling, toji's hot breath on you, the humidity of the room covering his well-sculpted body in a sheen of sweat, and his warm hands palming up and down your body knowing how to set your nerves on fire like the way he knows exactly how to kill even the best sorcerers the jujutsu world had to offer. "t-toji," you grasped his thick wrist.

"aw, don't ya worry yer pretty little head, hun." he dipped his head to lick the creamery off of you. you were so starved of his attention that even the simple gesture made your back arch off the bed making him chuckle. "ya like that princess? when daddy eats ice cream off of ya?"

he did it again making you mewl. "tojiiii," his name dragged out of your pouty lips so lustfully, yet it reached his ears and buried itself into your mind like a prayer. "need you so bad."

he did it again and again just to tease you and you found yourself squirming in his hold, mindless and begging for something you no longer knew at this point.

he got the spoon and spread some of the sweet liquid on your inner thighs, then sucking on it.

he was so close to where you wanted him, mere centimeters away. you couldn't help but buck your hips helplessly, after all, you were at his mercy at this point. "toji, pleasepleaseplease." you babbled, much to his amusement.

"yer really enjoying this aintcha, princess? probably like me doing this to ya more than eating ice cream." he smirked before finally, finally burying his face between your legs to where you needed him the most.

i get: reblog

you get: ice cream

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popiastar · 11 months

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cuddling hcs with rain, dew and swiss? 👀

-🔪 anon

yaaaasssss! i love writing some fluff 👀

❗info: gn!reader, fluff, small bean ghouls, must protect baby rain, dewdrop being dewdrop as always, swiss being the pervert he is

- probably the one who request to cuddle, rain feels safe having you near him

🌧️ rain

- no matter where you are. he wants it, he got it

- two types of cuddles: casual cuddling everytime you both are in public, that's consist in holding hands, head resting on shoulder, cozy hungs and the other type is more intimate and reserved when you are alone. specially in bed. naked

- basically you are his peluche, squeezing you tightly

- rain is sooooo touchy, his hands caress every inch

- most of the time you talk about random topic, that's because you found cuddles very intimate and sharing throughs is a fundamental part of your relationship even if you can understand each other just by a gaze

- as i said, rain seems like a cat. his nose rubbing your neck and inhale your scent

- "why you always sniff me?"

- "well, mh... you smell like home"

- you imitate him, plus placing a chaste kiss on his shoulder, he smells like home too

- music plays in background or just him begin to mumbles one and you follow him

- rain can be inappropriate too, he squeeze your body a little bit... sexual?

- not really his intention, just his nature

- rolling in the bedsheets close like two koalas and giggle together

🔥dewdrop

- this happen almost every night, after dinner rain come close to you and straightforward asks you to "cuddle naked and don't lost your time with those insensitive idiots"

- not a big fan of cuddling, initially he can be like ew gross and then yeah, yeah, if you asking so nicely

- you have to do the first move, he don't even know how to do it

- hug him and let him resting over your chest, dew secretly loves the closeness and the heat of your skin against his

- mumble how disgusting is cuddles but stays still like a rock

- not fully relaxed, he don't know where he supposed to put his hands so they are still on his figure

- want him to stop complaining and being relaxed? stroke his damn hair and dew melt like butter

- "ya know dew, you can touch me"

- "and where the fucking fuck i have to put my hands huh???"

- take his hand and place it behind your back. dew is still unsure, however he starts roaming your back gently

- humming at the sensation of your soft skin on his digits

- call him cute, blushing dewdrop for free!

- more often cuddling session but don't expect him saying out loud, he just looks at you

- you pretend to not understand make him flustered and starts to yell

- "WHAT ARE YOU DOING, HUH? NO STUPID FUCKING CUDDLES? I'M WAITING"

💣swiss

- tease him about how much he actually loves cuddling and he blushing again. he also goes in self-combustion

- for swiss cuddle means inappropriate touch/make out session/vanilla sex

- imagine him jumping on the bed, laying down in a sexy pose and a rose between his teeth

- "what the fuck are you doing, sir?"

- "me, you... cuddles" *rising eyebrows up and down*

- laugh hysterically when he found out what cuddles really means and tells you he was joking

- your head resting over his buffy chest, squeezing your ass anyway cause they're calling me, he said

- caress his arms and you can see his hair rise up, swiss' skin is super sensitive

- kiss all over your face, he founds you cute and can't help by expressing with physical affections

- tangles his legs with yours

- swiss is hopeless romantic, sings love songs for you also mimicking slow dances

- take his hand and he probably starts crying, for him is equal as an i love you

- "are you crying, my black obsidian?"

- "yeah... i mean NO! hold on, are you really calling me like a gemstone?"

- hides his head on your shoulder, sobbing, how can you be so cute calling him by the way he calls you huh??????

- every time swiss spots you around he runs to you and rubs his head on your neck making you understand its cuddle time

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost headcanons #nameless ghouls #x reader #the band ghost #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #multi ghoul #rain x reader #dewdrop x reader #swiss x reader #fluff #fluff headcanons

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versadies · 2 years

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hehe i am as fast as lighting mcqueen /j

hi! can i request kazuha 7, 15, and morning. thank you very much and hope you have a good day :D

that one cute barista. (kazuha x gn!reader)

AIRLINE... THAT ONE CUTE BARISTA

STEWARD... kaedehara kazuha (w/ gn!reader)

LOCATION... galesong hill (coffee shop au), 15 ST. "is this a date?" / "are you trying to ask me out?"

PLANE... fluff/no-angst, modern!au, barista!kazuha, second-hand embarrassment (?), no tw as far as i know :D

PASSENGERS... @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @zuyoo @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @koshiisu @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade

LANDING... in which a friend of yours has enough of you drooling over that cute barista in the coffee shop you frequently go to and take matters into his own hands.

PILOT... here's my first fic for my 7k milestone event!! hope you enjoy this anon <333

PENPAL SERVICE... MASTERLIST

Every morning, the first place you go to is a certain coffee shop that’s near your place.

The place is to your liking with its jazz music, polite employees who make sure to serve everyone’s order fast, peaceful atmosphere, busy customers going about their day, and of course, the coffee shop’s cutest employee you’ve ever laid your eyes on.

The moment you entered the coffee shop to order your usual drink, you instantly spotted a cute white-haired man stationed by the cashier instead of the old barista who used to be there, and boy was he sweet and so.. So dreamy!

So who could blame you for falling in love right there and then?

Since then, you start to get ready for the day happily and make sure to not look like you’ve risen up from the dead. Sure, you sometimes spoke the wrong order that’s only available from another restaurant, but the way he’s staring at you with his dreamy smile makes your legs turn to jelly. Sure, you pronounced his name wrong, but he forgave you after you kept apologizing so many times. Sure, you always have the urge to squeal every time his fingers brushes yours or is just doing the bare minimum, but you always contain yourself. Sure, you’re a bit of a coward to make a conversation with him in fear of embarrassing yourself, but only a person can hope that something will happen right?

Your friend isn’t impressed to say the least.

As far as you know, Scaramouche is the only person who knows about your silly little crush thanks to you daydreaming while staring at Kazuha, and decided that he’ll dedicate his entire life on either teasing the crap out of you or comment about it every time he catches you drooling over the barista.

Usually, it’s the latter.

“You’re seriously not wearing perfume, are you?” Scaramouche comments, his nose scrunching as soon as the fragrance you’re wearing hits him. “Ugh, you are! All for that barista?”

You immediately feel your cheeks warm up in response, embarrassed by how loud your friend was. “Shut up, you’re embarrassing me! What if he hears you?!”

He scoffs in response. “What is he gonna do about it? Kick me out?”

You rolled your eyes. “Just go enjoy your weird order.”

“Weird?! How is quad long shot grande in a venti cup half calf double cupped no sleeve salted caramel mocha latte with 2 pumps of vanilla substitute 2 pumps of white chocolate mocha for mocha and substitute 2 pumps of hazelnut for toffee nut half whole milk and half breve with no whipped cream extra hot extra foam extra caramel drizzle extra salt and add a scoop of vanilla bean powder with light ice well stirred weird?!”

How does he not forget a long order such as that? You’ll never know. “...I think that alone explains it.”

You couldn’t help but look at where Kazuha is all the while Scaramouche protests about your comment. You hope he’s single, you would feel guilty if it turns out that he’s taken.

Unnoticed by you, your dreamy sigh made Scaramouche stop talking and raise an eyebrow at you. Are you seriously unashamedly watching a barista looking like you’re about to drool while ignoring him talking about how his order isn’t weird but just long?!

Disgusting, outrageous!

The sounds of Scaramouche grumbling and his chair moving made you finally look at your friend in confusion. “Where are you going?” You ask. Unfortunately he didn’t reply, heading towards the cashier counter with his hands buried in his pockets.

Huh, maybe he’s just going to order some food–

What. Is. He. Doing. You thought with your eyes slowly widening, watching Scaramouche talking to Kazuha about something, unsure if whether or not you should panic.

It was when Kazuha glances at your way while Scaramouche was talking to him that made you panic.

What is that buffoon doing?!

You could feel sweat in your palms as you overthink about what your friend is talking about with your crush, especially when the barista started laughing lightly. Surely, he can’t possibly be telling him about your crush as some petty comeback, right?

When Scaramouche comes back, he suddenly sits down with his arms crossed, an unexplainable expression on his face.

“What did you tell him?” You ask nervously.

“Just asked if they sell any chocolate since I’m craving one.” He spoke casually.

You furrow your eyebrows slightly, unsure if you should take his word for it or not.

“Why? Did you think I’d actually drag myself to the counter and tell him about how you’re basically drooling over him?” He brought up with a grin.

“N-No! Of course not!”

Oh well, it’s not like Kazuha didn’t look like he’s disgusted or anything, so maybe Scaramouche is telling the truth, giving you a reason to continue your day without thinking of it too much.

–

Turns out, he wasn’t telling the truth.

The next day after, you went to the coffee shop once more but without Scaramouche this time, the incident was long forgotten. As always, you order your usual and come to an available table that’s not too near to the cashier but near enough to gaze at him without him noticing (or so you hoped).

It took perhaps a few minutes until someone places something on top of your table, causing you to flinch in surprise and look up at the person–

No way.

“I hope you’re not allergic to cake or anything.” Kazuha spoke with a smile that made you want to swoon.

You blink a few times, using your still sleepy brain cells to process what’s going on until you immediately sit up straight. “O-Oh uh… I don’t recall ordering one– u-unless I did of course, but did I actually order one though–?”

“Consider this one on the house.” Kazuha interrupts with an amused laugh. “You can thank your friend for this. I’m free around 17:00 and will wait for you here.”

Your mouth opens agape. “Wait, what are you waiting for exactly?”

He laughs once again, causing the butterflies in your stomach to go crazy from such beautiful sounds. “For you, of course.”

…What?

You look like a fish already, trying to process what he’s trying to say as your heart beats in anticipation. Is he… doing what you think he’s doing?

“...Is this a date?” You ask hesitantly, regretting immediately when you realized that it’s probably not what he’s hinting–

“Do you want it to be?”

You feel your cheeks and ears warming real quick in response. “..Yes…?”

His smile reaches up to his eyes. Who knew such eyes could brighten up because of you? “Great then. I’ll see you later, ( Name ).”

“See… you later…?” You spoke in a trance, watching him walking back to the counter before he continues to serve more drinks to other customers.

…

Dear Celestia if you’re hearing this, I don’t ever wanna wake up. You thought, looking down at the cake with a now wide smile.

ONE DAY AGO.

Just as Kazuha finishes giving one last customer their order, he hears someone clearing their throat, causing him to turn around and see Scaramouche standing nearby.

“May I help you, Scaramouche?” The barista asks. “I hope I didn’t get your order wrong–”

“You gotta ask them out before I go insane, Kazuha.”

Kazuha almost chokes on his own saliva, taken back by surprise from his bold words. “I’m sorry, pardon?”

“Do you know what it’s like for me to spend my morning with that lunatic drooling over you and you drooling over them while we’re on our way home?” Scaramouche hissed. “If none of you won’t speak up and ask each other out for what – months? I’ll do it myself.”

The barista couldn’t help but glance at your way, his mouth twitches upward at the sight of your nervous face.

“Alright, just give me a day since you do look like you’re about to lose your hair.”

“Thank you.” Scaramouche spoke in a relieved tone, but stopped himself from walking away when he remembered something. “By the way, you added too much ice on my drink when I said it should be light.”

Kazuha sweatdrops. “...I see.”

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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Who is the kinky-est Riddler/has the most taboo kink(s)?

Kinkiest Riddler

General!Riddler Headcanons ok so i stand by a lot of my original assertions on kinks, so my gut instinct was dano, but then i realised there's probably something "taboo" about them all and then i realised a deeper truth so this is them ranked from least to most kinky with their kinkiest kink 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: "taboo" kinks mentioned but not described

young justice

he's just a sweet little vanilla pudding, he'll give anything a try but he's not kinky himself and he's not even a little bit sorry or embarrassed by that, and neither should he be kinkiest kink: lingerie

btaa

he thinks he's kinky and creative, but really he just likes the most obvious things like the lightest bit of a daddy!kink or changing up sexual positions mid-way through the act kinkiest kink: spanking

capullo

he likes to think he's a dirty boy who does filthy things to you, but he's just another run of the mill guy with a slight degradation kink and an inkling towards the most basic sub/dom dynamics kinkiest kink: exhibitionism

gotham

he's a little bit more adventurous, but still nowhere near the kinkiest of the mean green beans, but i gotta give it to him for his willingness to try things and his inadvertent admittal to some wackier kinks. and obviously the choking thing kind of... goes a bit harder with him kinkiest kink: pet play

twojar

he's pretty standard actually, but it's the commitment to it that gives him the edge. whatever he's into, or whatever you're doing, he's giving it 100% and doing it by the book, taking it to it's extremes kinkiest kink: bondage

unburied

absolutely filthy little deviant. he'd be up for everything and anything to try it at least once. he likes combining kinks with a bit of public/risky sex too kinkiest kink: cuckolding

arkham

he's so down for anything as long as he can be incredibly rough and cruel during and then offer some stifled but genuinely heartfelt aftercare. he likes being in control and being rough, and needs you to call him master kinkiest kink: humiliation/degradation

dano

disgusting boy, much to my absolute pleasure. i know he's into everything naughty. voyuerism, somnophilia, panty-sniffing and thievery, little bit of stigmatophilia too. you name it, if it would make the nuns at the orphanage combust, he's into it. kinkiest kink: cnc

telltale

ok i have no idea what peepaw is into. probably everything. i wouldn't put a single kink past him. he knows kinks i could only ever dream of. he's got an encyclopedia's worth of knowledge on the subject. and i don't doubt that some of them are incredibly dangerous and risky kinkiest kink: i don't even wanna know

#finnie writes #kind of!!

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spicelandwholesale · 28 days

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Indonesian Planifolia Extract Grade-B Vanilla Beans

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zipperrants · 1 month

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my Harry Potter/Royal dr as incorrect quotes since I can't remember anything out of context for this dr

Zipper: George, you love me, right? George: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

George: Crushes are the worst. Whenever I’m near mine, I start acting stupid. Zipper: You always act stupid. Zipper: Zipper: Wait...

George: Thank you all for coming. Fred, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here. George: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck George Task Force". Zipper: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

George: Love is weakness and an evolutionary mistake. Fred: You are literally making a Valentine’s day card for Zipper. George, pointing their hot glue gun towards Fred: You’re on thin fucking ice

Zipper: Ah, Hello again. We really need to stop meeting like this. Ron: Maybe we would, if you would sTOP BREAKING INTO MY FUCKING HOUSE!!!

Mattheo: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group. Zipper: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine? Mattheo: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.

Draco: Am I a good person? No. But do I try to be better every single day? Also no.

George: My head hurts. Hermione: That’s your brain trying to comprehend its own stupidity.

Hermione: Do I sound smart, or am I smart? Ron: You sound unbearable, to be perfectly honest.

Fred: And here we see Zipper and Draco in their natural habitat. Texting eachother variations of the word "garlic bread" to try to make eachother laugh. Zipper: Gaelic bread. Draco: Grueling brad. Zipper: Ha ha, glamorous beans.

Hermione: COMPANY IS COMING! I WANT THIS PLACE LOOKING LIKE DISNEY ON ICE IN ONE MINUTE! Hermione: GEORGE IF YOU HAVEN'T MADE YOUR BED THROW IT AWAY IT'S TOO LATE TO MAKE IT NOW! Hermione: GET RID OF THE COUCHES, WE CAN'T LET PEOPLE KNOW WE S I T !

Zipper, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti vanilla latte with um, seven espresso shots. Mattheo, in line behind them: Jesus Christ, just do cocaine.

*Zipper is considering cancelling plans, and Fred and Mattheo are advising them on what to do* Fred: Just don't go. Mattheo: Say you’re ill! Fred: Pretend to break your leg. Mattheo: Really break your leg!

Zipper: You ever see something that changes your life and you're just like "huh.." George: I saw you. Zipper: Honestly that's so cute and sweet but it kinda makes this awkward because I was gonna show you a picture of Draco in a turkey costume.

George: What's the most illegal thing you can do with one dollar? Mattheo: Exchange it for a hundred pennies, put them all in a sock, and then beat someone to death with it.

Ron: You know, it’s fine to admit you were wrong. Hermione: *Sipping their drink after accidentally adding salt* I just like the way it tastes.

George: What is your favourite mythical story? Zipper: The Story Of My Will To Live. George: I don’t think I’ve heard of that one before.

Mattheo: No thanks. Mattheo: I'm god.

Zipper: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

Harry: Think you can unlock the door for us? George: Sure, I just need a couple of things. Draco, can I have your credit card? Draco: Sure, just make sure not to bend it. George: Thanks. Now Mattheo, break down the door! Draco: Huh!?!

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the-type-a · 3 months

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Let me talk about my wedding real quick.

1. We planned everything within 2 weeks because we were so ready for this step.

2. My Wedding dress has pockets!!

3. The Wedding cake was made within 1 week. It was a cinnamon chocolate chip cake with vanilla bean frosting. It smelled just like ice cream omg!

4. I made my own bouquet the night before just because.

5. We got married in a different county/state because Philly is so backed up that they still haven’t responded to schedule an appointment.

6. My something old were our wedding rings (my parents). My something new was my dress. My something borrowed was my shoes. And my something blue were my nails and last minute sash on my bouquet.

7. The judge was an hour late :) but it still turned out perfect.

8. Marcus almost fought someone trying to barge into the courtroom while we were saying our vows—thankfully the doors were locked… it’s all on video though lmao

9. We will be having an official church ceremony and reception sometime in the near future. That way all our friends and family can be a part of it.

10. We’re so happy 🥰

#the-type-a #wedding things

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ashiristic · 1 year

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Hello! Can you do a flirty hero with an annoyed and flustered Villain (not a tsundere they're trying to keep their dignity) 👀 Hero lowkey knows about villains crush on them so they like to tease and villain tries to not make it so obvious anymore

Sorry if this didn't make sense- English isn't my first language ;u;

The savory scent of the coffee beans permeates the air with the whiff of chocolate and vanilla. The stirring of coffee with the taps of nails on the laptop, and the small chatter and laughter of the people, were the only sounds heard inside the coffee shop. On such a peaceful day, nobody knows that a certain hero and villain are talking at the back of the restaurant. Fighting?

“Isn’t this the so-called respectable hero?” the villain said, rolling their eyes when the hero responded with an annoyingly bright, smug smile on their face. They are outside their work right now, with no suits or masks to cover their faces. Fully exposed to one another.

“Oh yes, it is me. I feel delighted for such a gorgeous villain to recognize me with one glance,” they replied, eyes twinkling in amusement as he brought his hand to his mouth–covering a chuckle. The villain’s brows furrowed and relaxed, then they turned their head away with their arms crossed. A visible pout was on their lips and the hero would be lying if they said that the villain doesn’t look adorable.

An angel would gobble up beauty pills, and it wouldn’t be enough to compare with the villain’s beauty. Their cherry-red lips looked so tempting to kiss, but their eyes remained sharp and cold despite their facial expression. They fluttered their eyes on the hero, a tender glint sparkling behind those eyes eventually faded after they noticed the hero’s stare.

The peaceful coffee shop grew heated, especially in the back, where they are. A civilian glanced at them, curious about the events occurring, but the villain’s icy eyes are enough to make them tremble and look away. How could someone look so innocent with such an indifferent eye? Yet those eyes are gentle in the hero’s gaze.

The hero intimately grabbed the villain’s hand, bringing it up to their lips as they muttered, “You look adorable. How could someone like you be called the devil, Sloth?” They kissed the villain’s ring finger, claiming their treasure. The villain snatched their hand away, clearly embarrassed and excited by the hero’s gestures. But their expression remained indifferent.

The villain looks like a cat with flattened ears, as if disappointed by its owner’s actions. They cannot help but grin wider, not knowing how that smile almost gave the villain a heart attack. “I thought you’d look like an old man with arthritis without your suit,” the hero revealed their thought, resting their head on their hand as they traced the villain’s cheeks–unexpectedly, caressing the villain’s jaw with their finger. “I never expected you to be this adorable. Your suit never deceived me.”

The villain sat rigid in their chair as their lips cannot form any coherent words from the shock. If they were red earlier, they are bloody red right now from blushing like they are having a heart attack at any given moment. The only action they can create is raising their hand and mouthing the word waiter.

“What can I get for the both of you?” the server asked, clearly aware of their ministries or flirting. The hero frowned, glancing at the server with displeasure. “I apologize for destroying your moment. Shall I go away for you both to continue your—”

“No, I’ll have the usual plus a glazed donut,” the villain pushes the hero’s hand, nearing their arms again. The server looked at them both with a weird expression before smiling again.

“I’ll have an Iced Latte.” they glared at the server, wishing for their attempt to scare them off to work. “That is all,” crossed their arms, red flickering in their eyes as if a second was enough to kill the innocent employee. The server left without another word. Leaving the villain with their hero, alone.

“You scared them.” the villain said, trailing their gaze on the sweat dripping down the server’s side. And how the cashier reacted when the server flinched and almost cried, trembling. Oh god, are they that scary? The hero bit their inner cheek, distracting themselves from the truth.

“I never scared him,” they retorted, ignoring the small frown on the villain’s face. They cannot deny that it bothers them. The way the villain reacted to the server’s reaction was unexpected. It bothers them. They are willing to pull the villain’s chin and make them only stare at the hero.

“You are annoying,” the villain rolled their eyes. Though they expected the hero to react harshly, the hero only let out a light laugh, almost giving reasons to live for those who heard it.

“I know,” the hero said, and leaned against their table and caressed the villain’s forehead. “But you love me too much to hate me for that.” they flickered their finger, removing the tracker in the villain’s hair.

“What?” the little tracker evaporated, but before they could say something — the hero pressed their finger against the villain’s lips, silencing them.

“I just removed the possibility of someone watching me kissing you.”

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dejwrites · 1 year

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i had a large frozen coffee with caramel swirls and vanilla bean syrup and my stomach bubbling

lord keep me near the cross

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hobaworld7 · 1 year

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BTS REACTIONS - You bring them a coffee

Disclaimer : BTS doesn't belong to me. It's only how i think they would react if their someone bring them coffee! The pictures are from pinterest.

I'm a baby army so please be kind in the comment!

Enjoy and don't hesitate to ask for special request! ♥ ♥ ♥

SeokJin

Jin and his members were working hard these days. Especially Jin, he was struggling a bit with the new choreography since he just got better after his hand injury. So when you woke up at 7am, seeing that he already left for the studio, you know that he probably haven't have anything to eat or drink. He was always taking such good care of you, so today you decide to treat him a little. You got out of the bed, changing in some legging and one of his hoodie. You grab your wallet and your cellphone before leaving of your apartment.

You were walking in Seoul street with the best view of the sun rising over the capital. Your headphones in and one of Jin song in your ears, as you enter a coffeeshop.

-AnnyeongHaseyo, could i get an iced americano for me and an iced vanilla latte please, to go!

You know that he always preferred his coffee sweet. After receiving the good, you continue your walk to the BigHit building. You enter it, pretending you were working there so the fans in front of the building don't go crazy.

When you enter the dance practice room, you see Jin sitting on the floor.

-Jin oppa! Here's a coffee!

He look up to you, his face was all sweaty from his intense dance morning. You sit on the floor next to him, handling him his coffee.

-Ahh, Yeobo, you're the best. What would i do without you?

-Not drink coffee maybe?

He laughs and kiss you on the cheek.

Yoongi

Suga is a caffeine addict. So it didn't surprise the member when he present you as his girlfriend, a barista in a coffeeshop near their studio. You saw him everyday and one time you just write your cellphone number on his cup and here you were, one year later. He was so glad when you moved in with him. You had a literal coffee shop at home with an espresso machine, the coffee beans grinder and all kind of accessories to make the best coffee at home.

When you woke up from your nap, you could hear Suga in his studio practicing his rapping verses of his new album. He had been practicing all day. You got up of the couch and went to the kitchen. It was the perfect opportunity to bring him a snack and his favorite coffee, an iced americano. You were listening to one of your favorite band song, Just One Day, mumbling the lyrics and humbling the melody when you felt his arms around your waist. His head resting on your shoulder.

-Jagiya, are you making me a coffee?

-Yes and i even made some snack for you, look in the fridge.

-Ahhh, jinjja, you're the best babe.

He kisses your cheek and go grab the fruit plate you made.

-Go back in the studio, i'll bring you your coffee in a few minutes.

He smile and went back to his room to continue his practice. Once his coffee and yours were made, you grab two straws and go join him. You open slowly the door and go sit on his couch, watching him talking to NamJoon over the phone.

-Here's your coffee babe, enjoy!

You could hear NamJoon over the phone.

-Did she really treat you with a coffee again? You're lucky having a barista as a girlfriend.

You both laugh and after the call he approaches you. His lips slowly kissing yours.

-Your lips taste like coffee babe, it's my new favorite combo flavor.

NamJoon

It was 11pm and you were in a 24h coffee shop so you could study for your exam that was tomorrow morning. There was not a lot of customer in the building since it was Monday. Across the room though, a man was working in front of his laptop. He had light brown hair and a brown shirt. He was actually looking so cute, concentrating like that over his computer.

You got up to get another coffee, after ordering yours, a matcha latte, you look back at him, seeing the empty cup on his table.

-Do you remember what he took?

The barista look at you and then at him.

-He took a hot latte with one and a half sugar in it.

-Add another one on my bill, please.

Once you had both coffee in hands, you took a deep breath and walk over his table. You put his coffee in front of him, you could see his eyebrows flinching, he looks up, not really understanding what was happening.

-Hum, you look like you were working hard. I thought you could use another coffee.

You said with a big smile. He smiles back and bowed his head.

-Thank you...

-Y/N

-Thank you Y/N, i really needed another coffee. Wanna sit here and talk a bit before working again?

You pull the chair in front of him.

-Y/N, could I have your number too?

You chuckle and answer positively.

HoSeok

Hoseok just got back from LA. Him and his members were over the sea for music performances and some award shows too. It's been two weeks since you saw him so when he ask you out for a coffee date you were so happy. You've been dating for a few months, taking it slow because you were two busy idols. You just started your career in the music industry as a female solo rap artist and J-Hope had help you since the beginning. Putting all his passion and effort to make you a better dancer and performer. Rapping and dancing together was really hard when you were debuting.

You put on your favorite skirt and one of your crop hoodie to make it more casual. You bring your hair in a ponytail and put on a necklace he gave you the first time you kiss.

When you arrive at the coffee shop, 10 minute early, you didn't saw Hoseok so you decide to go order both of your favorite coffee and some sweets to surprise him. You sat at a table near the window and scroll on your cellphone, waiting for your drinks and for your partner.

-Jagiya!

You heard hobi's voice and look at him, all smile. He pull the chair that was in front and put it near you so he can sit and hold your hand. The coffee shop was empty, it was in the bighit building, away from the cameras and the fan. When you turns your face to look at him, he took the opportunity to quickly kiss your lips.

-Yah! Someone could see Hobi!

He laughs and took a sip of his drink.

-Thank you my love for the coffee. You're the best. I missed you.

-I missed you too Hobi.

You lay your head on his shoulder and he kisses the top of your head.

JiMin

You were working for BigHit. You started here a few months ago and you were a manager's assistant. Needless to stay that the said groupe he was managing was BTS. You were a fan and that's why you started working here. But no one knew since it would be kind of embarrassing.

-Good Morning Boss! What can I do today?

-Oh, hi Y/N. It's a big day for one of the member, he stayed here all night working on this new collab. Could you go see him and make sure he's alright and doesn't need anything? Jimin's working in the studio 403.

You bowed and thanked him before heading out. You started to know what they personally loved. You went to the cafeteria and bought an iced latte with some sugar-free vanilla. It was his favorite. You grab some fruits and sweets and then went to the studio.

You knock two three times before entering the studio. Jimin was dancing but he looked so tired that his movement were really weak.

-Jimin-ah! You should sit and rest a bit. You look exhausted.

-I need to perfect this choreography.

-What about a coffee and something to eat before you do that. I bought you some.

He joined you on the floor and lay on it, completely exhausted.

-Do you need a massage therapist or something?

-Can, can you just stroke my hair a little? That would be comforting.

You laugh and give him his food. He sat next to you and lay his head on your shoulder. You put you hair in his hair, slightly wet because of the sweat. You apply some pressure on his neck to relieve the pain a bit.

-Thank you Y/N, you're the best.

-Kinda get good to that in a few month, you always exercised too much. Go rest today, you'll be even better tomorrow.

He got up, bowed and headed out of the studio.

TaeHyung

-Hi welcome to MoKaFe, what can i get started for you today?

Your voice sounded tired, you were working since the sunrise. The shift leader called off so you were obligated to stay to close the store. You were looking at the register, waiting for the customer order but he didn't say anything. You look up and saw a men with a mask and a hat that was covering his eyes.

-Hello?

He yawned and look up at you.

-Sorry, big day. Can i get whatever could keep me up for another hour or two?

-What about a sweet coffee drink so both sugar and caffeine could maybe keep you up?

-Sound amazing, thanks.

You get over the coffee machine and make him a mocha latte. It was an espresso based drink but with some chocolate in it. Both sweet and strong. As it was pretty calm in the shop, once it was done, you got over him and handle him his coffee. You tell your colleague that you were off for your break before leaving the counter.

-Hey mister, coffee's ready. Mocha latte for you.

-My saviour, thank you so much pretty. Can i get your number with this coffee or is it bad to seduce the barista?

-I don't think my manager would accept it, but she's not here so.

You laugh and sit next to him as it was your break time.

-I have fifteen minutes to be seduce.

He laughs and he takes a sip of his coffee.

-Thank you, this coffee's amazing.

-My pleasure.

He had taking off his mask and you could see his particular smile. You were already falling for this boy. But who wouldn't fall for someone like him, right?

JungKook

You were working all night, until 5am. You were so tired but with all the projects going on in your own enterprise you couldn't do it in only the typical 8-hours-a-day at work. So you had spend the night, working and going over different marketing plans to make sure it will be alright for the teams today. You grabbed your bag and coat before heading out of the office. Once you were in your car, you open your cellphone and saw a message from your boyfriend.

'Hey babe, hope your night went well. I have to leave at 7am for the studio, i hope i'll get to see you before leaving.'

You smille and look at the clock, you had a little time to bring him breakfast before he leaves. You know that he never eat in the morning because he's too lazy to cook. You stopped at his favorite coffee shop and order a two iced matcha latte and some breakfast for him.

You silently enter your apartment and put your things on the countertop. You walk to the bedroom and lift up the cover so you could cuddle with your bf a bit before his alarm wake him up. Your presence was like waking up a sixth senses in him and it's not long that he turn over and put his arms around your waist.

-Babyyy. Such a good way to wake up. With you in my arms.

-I even bought you breakfast and a matcha latte.

-You really are the best.

He kiss you on the cheek.

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If you want to read more, here is the link of my masterlist : https://www.tumblr.com/kimtaehyung-taetae-writing/710423978560421888/masterlist?source=sharethank you army!

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