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you to love | lowkey drabble

you to love // drabble four

↘︎ ft. the lowkey!couple

summary: jungkook misses you while you're away and feels the need to show you when you return.

words: 2.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, phone sex ouwee 🤪 - mutual masturbation, kissing, slight marking, unprotected sex, praising, quickly edited so pls excuse any mistakes!!

a/n: i whipped this up a year or so ago, but never got around to sharing it! enjoy 💞

Jungkook lays on his bed, propping up a leg on the bed while his hand rests behind his head. He smiles to himself as he scrolls through your text thread mindlessly, remembering the events that transpired the other night.

⇥ F L A S H B A C K

The room is dark, space feels empty, bed feels cold. Jungkook sighs as he closes his eyes, phone resting against his wall while he watches you rustle through the sheets to get yourself settled in bed.

"Hm, that's better." You let out a content breath, letting the sheets wrap you tightly as you adjust to the hotel bed.

"You okay, peanut?" He turns to fully face you, head now propped up on the palm of his hand.

"Just cold. The bed is so.. big and so.. cold." You run your hand around the empty space. "I wish you were here."

"I know, I do too. But you'll be back before the weekend ends. You've had a lot of fun with your mom and aunt so far, right?"

"I am having fun." You chuckled, agreeing with him. "It's been a lot of fun going around town and staying by the beach. Who knew a gem like this was only two hours away?"

"Wanna take me on a date there?" You giggle and nod.

"Sure."

"Cool, it's a date then."

"I really do miss you, though. I can't wait to see you."

"It hasn't been long, princess."

"Why can't you just say you miss me, too?" You pout.

"You know I miss you." He says softly, a small smile creeping up on the corner of his lips. "I miss you all the time, it's kinda embarrassing to admit."

"No it's not. Stop it." You stare at him for awhile, admiring his beautiful skin, his jawline, his lips, his eyes— the way he's shirtless, the way the sheets drape his waist loosely.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I dunno. You're nice to look at?" You laugh a bit. "Just feel lucky to have you." You smile at him softly, making him smile that cute little bunny smile of his.

"I feel the same, pretty."

"I wish you could be here to hold me."

"I'd like that." He smirks a bit, eyes wide and full of curiosity. He watches as you bite your bottom lip, grabbing the phone to give him a new angle to look at. Either way, he always thought you were the prettiest thing he's ever laid eyes on. That had never changed, would never change for him. The moonlight bounces off your skin so flawlessly that yeah, he really fucking wishes he was next to you doing what you wanted him to— whether that was cuddling you, or doing other things. He wanted to give everything to you, the world to you.

"You know what else I'd like?" He's come to learn you had another side to you, one that he's steadily trying to keep up with. Although he was still learning, he loved that he could learn everything from you without feeling scared or shy about it. You were never one to judge him, never one to rush him into things. You always eased him into new territories in your relationship. When he says he truly feels lucky to have you, he means that with every fiber of his being.

He had you to love, and that itself, was the best thing he could ever ask for.

"Hm?" He hums, watchful eyes following your hands. He watches as you sit up a bit, his white tee loosely hanging over your body but he could still make out your shape, can make out the fact that you aren't wearing a bra— which of course you wouldn't be, you're going to sleep, you never wear a goddamn bra to sleep. He can see your nipples poking through, phone propped up against something so that only your lips and everything else from below are in view. "P-peanut, what are you doing?" He clears his throat a bit, boxers already suffocating the hell out of his dick when he sees your hand traveling down to your lace thong. You raise it enough for him to see your fingers slowly trailing down towards your clit.

"Showing you what else I wish you could do."

"Aren't your mom and aunt around?" He freaks out a bit because he's not sure how to handle this? Like, phone sex? Was this real? "Are we really going to do this right now?!" He had so many question marks and exclamation points going off in his head, but who was he to even turn this shit down?

"I'm in my own room, Kook. Relax." You let out a small, breathy moan before biting onto your bottom lip again. He watches you touch yourself through Facetime, dick incredibly [and painfully] rock hard as he watches you give off small twitches from time to time, back slightly arching at the pleasure spreading throughout your entire body. "Wish you could touch me like this right now."

"Feels good?" He asks, licking his dry lips as he continues to watch. This— this probably tops everything he has ever seen and watched [forgive him].

"Mmmyeah—" You moan. "Touch yourself for me, babe. I don't wanna do this alone if I can't have you here."

"Y-you sure?"

"About you? More than anything." He lets out a breath, adjusting his phone so that you could see him play along. He feels a little weird, honestly. Guilty in a sense. But, this was a little bit more different for him— you were his girl, his peanut, his princess. He never wanted to do you wrong. He never wanted to make it seem like you were just an object, something to get off to. Because no, you weren't. You were more than that. He adored you in so many ways you probably didn't even know.

"P-princess." He grips onto his member underneath his boxers, still hesitant about pulling it out in full view. What if they heard you two? "Your mom and—"

"No, they can't. My door is locked, they're both asleep on the other side of the suite. Kook, please." You almost whine, and he can hear how wet you're getting through FaceTime alone. He nods, shoving his boxers down just enough for his length to spring free and get some air. "God, I want you so bad."

"Want you too, pretty." He responds shakily, pleasure quickly surging through his veins as he strokes himself and watches you. "Fuck, you look so hot in my shirt." He lets out a small moan, continuing to watch as you pinch your own nipple and grind into your hand.

"I'm so wet."

"Wish I could feel you." He responds, picking up his pace to keep up with you. Your soft moans through the phone are driving him insane, he almost wants to hop in his car and ruin this girls weekend just so he could be inside of you. But he won't— he'll be good, to an extent. This will do until he sees you. "Wish I could touch you."

"Jungkook." You moan his name, imagining his large, veiny hands caressing your body.

"Wish I could taste you, too." He was never one to be super open during these times, and you never forced him to be on a certain level if he wasn't comfortable. Yet, he always found his own little way to match you and turn you on like no other. He hums prettily as a follow-up response, letting out another moan himself.

"I'm gonna cum soon. Are you close?" He nods.

"Yeah, princess." His tip is coated with pre-cum, glistening under the light. He imagines running it through your pussy lips and staying there before he edges himself into you little by little. He hears your breathing hitching, pussy making those slip and slide noises he loves to hear. He hears you pant a bit, watches your chest rise and fall repeatedly while you whimper. Your back arches as your fingers rub endlessly at your clit, making it incredibly hard for Jungkook to hang on until he sees you reach your peak. And it doesn't take long— you reach it rather quickly after this point because he sees your body twitch, followed by repeated curses and pants. He could almost see your pretty pussy pulsating from here.

"Oh fuck, fuck! Oh my god— Kook." You moan a bit loudly, but it still isn't enough to wake up a household. Jungkook continues to pump himself a bit more, watching as you slip your glistening fingers from underneath your thong and into your mouth— that being the exact thing that makes him explode.

God, you were so fucking hot.

"Oh shit—fuck—" He pants and groans, white cum spurting out and landing onto his stomach and abdomen. "Princess, holy shit—" He says, while it's your turn to watch his chest rise and fall, Jungkook adjusting himself in his position as he tries to bring himself back down from his high.

"You're hot." You say with a giggle.

"Says you." He chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Shit." He says, grabbing a tissue from his nightstand to clean himself up. "Gross."

"Yeah right." You snort.

"Would rather let this out inside you, you know?" He says nonchalantly as he cleans himself up, making you laugh.

"You're funny."

"Yeah, I mean, how else did I get lucky with you?" You shake your head and smile, adjusting the phone so that your boyfriend could look at your face. You yawn as you settle back into the sheets, the quick session enough to tire you out for the night. "Sleepy?" He catches your yawn.

"Tired now, yeah." He chuckles.

"Go to sleep, peanut. I'll be here." He smiles as he watches you close your eyes, snuggling deeply into the sheets. "I love you."

"I love you, too." You respond sleepily. Jungkook begins to sing softly, knowing it's something you enjoy before drifting off, pulling his nintendo switch towards him so he could play until he felt himself getting tired.

⇥ E N D F L A S H B A C K

He couldn't wait to see you, and honestly, he had been counting down the hours before you would finally text him and tell him you were home. He remembers how pretty you looked touching yourself, how gorgeous you were in nothing but his white tee and that lace thong—

"Woah, what the fuck dude?" Jungkook is startled out of his thoughts when Jimin swings the door open and stands there. He doesn't say anything besides smile shyly, making Jungkook raise his brow while sitting up. "Are you broken?" Jimin chuckles a bit before taking a step further into his room with a big [mischievous] smile.

"Why won't you play another round of Red Dead online with us?"

"Because I'm busy." Kook responds, still laying back on his bed while Jimin eyes him.

"Clearly." He jumps onto his bed and attempts to pinch Kook's nipple.

"I'll drop kick your ass if you do it." Jimin laughs.

"Just one more mission with the boys."

"We just finished so many missions an hour ago. We got so much shit done, you can't tell me otherwise."

"One. More." Jimin says at a faint whisper, one finger up in the air as he dramatically pretends to be dying while he waits for Jungkook's approval. Suddenly, Kook's phone vibrates next to him, making the two shoot their eyes over at the device. He picks up his phone, eyes glowing when he sees the beloved, long awaited text come through on his lockscreen:

[peanut] 6:47pm: i'm home, babe! sorry it took me so long, we had dinner before they dropped me off. i have some food for you!

"And I'm off!" Jungkook says, springing off of his bed to grab his keys and wallet.

"Welp, mission aborted." Jimin says, following Jungkook out of the room. "Tell Peanut I said hi."

"Me too!" Hoseok yells from the couch.

"Me three!" Taehyung says, gobbling up his sandwich at the kitchen counter.

"And when the hell did you even get here?" Jungkook points at him as he heads out the door. He loved his friends, everyone knows this. They were his boys, his solid day-ones even though he treated them poorly at one point. They never gave up on him. And don't get him wrong, he loves spending time with them. But a whole weekend away from you felt like eternity, and he couldn't wait to get to you.

Just wanting to hold you, touch you, feel you.

You had offered to drive to his place, but Jungkook insisted on coming by— mainly so he could have you to himself without any other distractions. He could use the private time with you, even if that meant kissing you until the clock hits midnight;

Even if that meant rounds of whispering sweet nothings against your skin while he showed you just how much he missed you.

Even if that meant simply holding you in his arms and singing you to sleep.

Luckily for Jungkook, he gets to do all of the above.

“Kook!” You excitedly say when Jungkook walks through the door. Just as you wrap your arms around his neck, Jungkook pulls you into a deep kiss— carrying you and wrapping your legs around his waist. You squeal into the kiss, feeling Jungkook’s large hands grip your ass and press you flush against him. “Kook, what’s gotten into you?” You giggle when he pulls away and smirks, gently placing you at the edge of your bed.

“Just missed you.” He says, helping shed off your clothes rather quickly. “Missed you so much, peanut.”

“Did you now?” You tease just before he locks his lips with yours for another deep kiss.

“Always. Think it’s my turn to show you just how much I missed you. If that’s alright with you?”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.” You respond with a sweet smile. He continues to kiss you, tongues fighting for dominance while he sheds off his own clothes in between. He wastes no time lining himself up at your entrance while he keeps you steady on the edge of the bed and he inches himself in— easily gliding inside of you with the help of your slickness coating him. The sight itself makes Jungkook let out a breathy moan, shutting his eyes to keep himself together.

Though, it’s easy to remember the call and just how goddamn beautiful you looked through the phone screen; touching yourself, feeling yourself, imagining Jungkook doing the things he’s about to do to you right at this moment.

Jungkook lowers his body enough so that you feel his warmth against yours, hand tangled in your hair as he whispers how pretty you are against your neck— gently nipping and sucking at the surface in between praises. He quickens his pace when he hears your moans get a little louder, grip on his biceps a little stronger. His movements are getting sloppier, especially when he feels your walls squeeze him; signaling that you’re only moments away from reaching your peak.

“Jungkook—” You pant, hips matching his movements to feel more friction, to feel more of him. “Close, babe. Close—” You respond in between pants, not able to concentrate on your thoughts as you feel yourself spiraling.

“That’s it, pretty.” He coos, hitting all your spots deeply. It takes a few more thrusts before you finally unravel and writhe underneath him— face contorting in pleasure, a silent moan leaving your lips. “Fuck. You’re so good to me.” Jungkook says, letting himself go. His head falls to your shoulder as he paints your walls, letting out small groans against your skin. You let out a few more whimpers, sensitive from the orgasm that rippled through your body seconds ago. “So perfect.” He murmurs as he raises his head and looks at you. He brushes the hair out of your face, planting sweet kisses on your forehead. Nose. Lips. “Really missed you, peanut.”

“Missed you too, Kook.” You smile, giving him one last peck on the lips before he pushes himself off and begins to clean you up.

Once you’ve both gotten cleaned and freshened up, Jungkook helps himself to some of the food you brought home for him, while you lay in bed binging one of your favorite dramas. You feel the exhaustion from the trip hit you even though it isn’t too late in the evening yet, your body hoping to catch up on some sleep and make up for all the adventures you’ve done with your mom and aunt. Jungkook can tell, too. He knows you’re tired, and he doesn’t mind it one bit. He slips in next to you and throws on a show to watch, knowing he’ll be up for a few more hours before he finds himself feeling sleepy. He pulls you close and lets you snuggle against him— finally ending the night with you in his arms while he sings you to sleep.

He smiles when he hears your soft snores, brushing your hair as he continues to hum softly.

He had you to love, and that itself, was the best thing he could ever ask for.

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sipsteainanxiety · 11 months

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rotten to the core || bkg k.

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

word count: 4k

mentions: no pronouns i blv, pro hero bkg, aged-up chars (24+), meet cute(?), slight fear of heights, bkg being a dick but what else is new, ur kinda used as a scapegoat for him, part of the meet fruit collab hosted by @willowser !! check out the other fics posted!! & ty to my friends who helped me brainstorm a title LOL (kissa u will!)

🍎 in which you get stuck in an apple tree... and have to get help from a certain pro-hero to get down 🍎

In hindsight, maybe you shouldn’t have taken your walk today.

It was just—perfect weather, though. The first wink of sunshine that’d blessed the earth after a week of non stop rain. The air was cool and crisp with the gentle grip of Autumn, vibrant leaves colored in all shades of tangerine, burnt red, and daffodil yellow lining the trees and roads. You had to get out and stretch your legs after wallowing miserably at your window, confined to your little apartment for what felt like forever.

Your skin basked happily in the soft caress of the sun as you walked down a bricked path through one of the parks in your neighborhood. It was a delight to venture through since it was nice and tranquil—able to leave you to your thoughts as you watched the way light filtered happily through the canopies above you. Occasionally you’d see another pedestrian walking in the distance, but they hardly ever bothered you.

A sigh left your lips as you stretched your arm out and glanced at the watch on your wrist. You never brought your phone with you when you went on these little outings. You didn’t really need it, after all, and all the notifications you’d get would only serve as a distraction when you were supposed to be clearing your mind and enjoying the bumbling outside environment for once in your technology-infused life.

It was just after three in the afternoon. Nice. You stuffed your hands into the pockets of your jacket and continued on. Maybe you could stop by one of the café’s on your block for a warm drink later. A motivating thought.

As the path took you past a small, open field, you noticed a group of children loitering around one of the trees lining its perimeter. They were loud as they chattered and argued with each other, pointing up at the tree’s branches and making attempts to climb it to no avail. You’d fully intended to walk by, sparing them not much more than a curious glance, but one of the kids had spotted you and started loudly shouting and waving his arms.

“Hey! You!” he called across the field, and you paused for a moment and looked around before pointing at yourself in confusion. Was he talking to you? “Yeah! C’mere!” Apparently he was.

You slowly made your way over, wondering what the kid could possibly want with you. His friends all turned to look at you curiously as you approached. A few lingered at the base of the tree they’d been attempting to climb. Suddenly, you had a little audience and you weren’t quite sure what to do.

“...Yes?” you eventually asked to break the silence. “What’s up?”

“You’re tall,” the kid pointed out bluntly. You blinked down at him owlishly. To him maybe you were, but you weren’t going to say anything. “Can you get those apples for us?” He pointed up at the tree—your gaze following—and you realized they’d been attempting to pick the small, honey-crisp fruit that was way out of the reach of their tiny limbs.

There was only one problem. “I can’t reach those either. They’re too high up,” you told him with a frown.

He made a face at you, but before he could say anything, one of his friends piped up. “You can climb, can’t you? Please! We’re trying to fill this basket.” A weaved basket was held out in their arms, a few apples already rolling around in it. They all looked up at you in anticipation—nearly half a dozen little faces with hope glistening in their eyes.

You hesitated. This was not what you had expected to be doing on your little walk. “I dunno—”

“Please! Pretty please!” You were almost immediately interrupted as they all started begging you at once, a chorus echoing in your eyes. A few small hands reached out to tug at the bottom of your jacket. You were frozen, the weight of their tiny expectations weighing heavily on your shoulders. “Please! With a cherry on top?”

“Okay! Okay,” you acquiesced as you side-stepped towards the tree, your hands raised up as though in surrender. They were persistent, and you doubted they’d give up even if you’d said no. They all immediately started cheering as you trudged your way over to the apple tree, a grumble under your breath. This was fine. You would get them their apples and then continue on your path. Maybe you’ll get a drink and a pastry at that café later, you thought to yourself.

You stopped at the base of the tree and eyed the trunk for a second. A quick glance behind you showed that the kids had followed you, surrounding your figure in a half circle as they eagerly waited. You didn’t know why they thought you would be able to climb the tree to get the fruit when they’d obviously been failing at it before, but you supposed that was them placing you—an adult—on a more capable pedestal than them—little kids. You sighed again and started the arduous task of climbing your way up to the first thick branch you could see.

The tree’s bark was rough under the soft skin of your palms. Your feet braced themselves against the trunk as you used the strength of your legs to push yourself up. Your hands gripped onto the branch and you pulled yourself on top of it carefully, ensuring that it could hold your weight. It could. This branch—and the ones surrounding it—was bare of any apples, unfortunately, so you’d have to go higher. You huffed slightly as you stood on the branch—knees bent to help with your balance—and climbed your way to the next sturdy branch using the smaller ones around you.

It took you longer than you’d like to admit, but eventually you plopped yourself down on a higher branch and wiped the sweat from your forehead. You could hear the kids yelling encouragingly at you from below, telling you to Go higher! The good apples are higher! You rolled your eyes and looked around. They could make do with what you could get now.

It was kind of nice sitting in a tree. The leaves around you were mostly green, though you could see many of them starting to dip into a yellow color with the Autumn weather. There were a few ripe apples on a branch to your right that you could easily reach without having to move too much. You picked them easily and looked down so you could find the kid holding the weaved basket.

“Catch!” you called as you dropped the apples one by one. There was a flurry of motion from all the kids as they scrambled to move the basket up to catch the fruit before it could hit the ground. They sounded delighted and a small smile lingered on your lips as you watched them.

“More! More!” they chanted once you’d tossed down all the apples you could reach around you. Guess you really did need to go higher, then. Unfortunate.

Up and up and up you went, adhering to the whims of the children who watched you safely from the grassy ground. You picked more apples and dropped them carefully to the earth. Until finally, finally, their basket was full to the brim.

“Thanks stranger!” the original kid who’d caught your attention called up, his friends already rushing away as they giggled and laughed. He waved up at you, a bright smile on his face, and you thought to yourself that maybe helping them out had been worth it. “You’re the best!” And with that he ran off, hollering at his friends to wait for him.

You watched him go, then sighed wearily. At least you’d gotten some sort of workout in. Already your arms were starting to ache from hoisting yourself up the tree. You stretched them out, then moved so you could start to lower yourself to the hand holder branch below you.

The moment your foot placed weight on it, however, it let out a sharp snap!

Something in your gut dropped. You yelped and scrambled back on top of the branch you’d been sitting on, your foot having met nothing but air. Your heart pounded a steady beat in your ears as you sat solidly on the branch and looked down. The branch had broken and the next one for you to put your weight on was too far away. Shit. You swallowed heavily and found yourself looking at the ground. It seemed… awfully far away. And now that you were staring—realizing just how high up in the tree you were—you noticed there was this odd feeling in your stomach that only got stronger the longer you looked. Your jaw tensed and you forced yourself to bring your gaze to the tree trunk in front of you as you slowly moved to straddle the branch. A better position in case you… fell.

You took a moment to just calm yourself down. Damn it. Were you really stuck in a fucking apple tree? You chanced another look down and felt a bit lightheaded once more at the height. You guessed you were. You never should’ve taken that goddamn walk. You breathed in deeply, then exhaled it all in a loud sigh. No, no way you were going to be stuck here for who-knows-how-long. You needed to get it together and just climb down. Like a normal person.

You peeked around you, looking for any other branches you could use to climb down. But there were none—none that were within reach, that is, or that could hold your weight long enough for you to get to the next sturdy branch. Fuck, had that one branch really been the only one? Just your luck. Climbing up a tree was one thing, but climbing down? It was terrifying.

Maybe you could call someone for help? But no, you realized with a curse, that wouldn’t work. You didn’t have your fucking phone. You slapped a hand against your face in agony and mentally shook your fist at your past self. Well, you never would’ve expected something like this to happen, so maybe you should cut past-you some slack. Still, you think this is a sign to start bringing your phone with you on your walks, technology-cleansing be damned.

You slumped forward and resigned yourself to being stuck until you could call out to a passerby for help. There was bound to be someone walking the paths through the park—even though it was a rather… lonely place. It was only the afternoon, though. You could wait.

…

You were going to die up here.

Forget the café, you grumbled to yourself as you wearily held your head in your hands. An hour had gone by with no one in sight and you were slowly losing hope with each minute that ticked by. You were going to need a strong ass drink after this.

You sighed and reached above you to pick one of the honey-crisp apples innocently hanging from a branch. At least you wouldn’t go hungry while waiting. You glared down at the apple, its skin gleaming slightly with the golden sunlight that winked at you from the West. This is all your fault, you thought unhappily. You huffed and bit into the apple, the juicy sweetness of its flesh flooding your mouth and dribbling down your chin. You hoped those kids were enjoying their basket of apples.

Actually, it tasted rather good. Crisp and honeyed—fitting for its name. You reached up to grab another apple and stuffed it into the pocket of your jacket. Might as well take one home. At least you’d gain something out of this venture.

A movement caught your eye. You looked up from the apple in your hand and immediately spotted someone making their way down the path you’d been on not so long ago. It was a kid, from what you could see, holding a ball in her hand that she bounced occasionally. Your heart seemed to soar in hope. You swallowed the bite of the apple down so quickly that you nearly choked and raspily called out to her as loudly as you could. “Hey! Kid with the ball!” Your voice almost seemed to echo across the little field.

She paused and looked around curiously. You tried again. “Over here! By the trees!”

Once she’d turned in your general direction, you waved your hands and—after realizing she wasn’t looking up—shook the nearest branch to you so that the leaves would flutter around with a rustle. It worked. She slowly approached, clutching onto her ball, until she was standing at the base of the apple tree and looking right up at you. “...Whatcha doin’ up there, stranger?”

“I got stuck,” you confessed to her, the hand not holding onto your half-eaten apple gripping tightly onto the branch you were sitting on. You dared to feel just the brief twinges of relief. “Listen to me. Can you go get help? Any help, really. The fire department, a hero, a construction man with a ladder. I can’t get down and I’ve been up here for hours.”

The kid cocked her head at you and blinked, her weight shifting onto one leg like she was waiting impatiently at a bus stop. “And what’s in it for me if I do?”

What the— Were all kids like this? You tried not to let exasperation bleed into your voice. “Don’t you wanna be a hero or something? Please help me.” You were not above begging.

“I wanna be a doctor,” she told you smartly instead. Good, great. Could she hurry up and go already? You were starting to lose feeling in your legs.

Your teeth gritted together, but you let the frustration building up inside you fade away. She was just a kid; she didn’t truly know about your circumstances, though you’d practically spilled everything to her just a second ago. You licked at your lips and heaved a sigh. “Doctors are heroes too, you know,” you told her. She only looked expectantly up at you and you grumbled a little before reaching out to pick another apple. “Okay, fine. Catch.”

You dropped the apple down. She caught it in a small hand and looked closely at it for what felt like a long time. She held up a finger. “One more.”

This kid was really testing your patience. You rolled your eyes and grabbed another apple to drop down. She caught it again, and after a small nod to herself, started walking away. “Be back soon.”

Oh thank god. You felt like crying from sheer relief. You watched her disappear down the path and slumped forward, bringing your apple up to your mouth so you could take another bite. And now to wait some more. You tried swinging your legs around a bit to regain some feeling back in them. Hopefully she wouldn’t leave you out to dry. You grumbled to yourself as you finished off your apple and chucked the core as far as you could out into the field—an oddly satisfying action. It’ll decompose eventually.

You didn't know how much time passed as you waited for the kid to bring help. It was all a blur, honestly, broken up occasionally by you checking the watch on your wrist and not really processing the time on it. But eventually, as you found yourself boredly counting the number of fully green leaves on a branch to your left, you heard someone call up to you in a gruff voice.

“Hey! You the dumbass who got stuck in a tree?”

You looked down and made eye contact with what appeared to be a pro-hero. He had ruffled ash-blond hair that stuck up around the black mask over his eyes. Arms crossed over his chest as he glared up at you with glinting carmine eyes that reminded you of the apples surrounding you. A quick glance to the park’s path showed the kid with her ball, waving a hand at you before she disappeared out of your line of sight.

Aw hell, you thought as you recognized the hero’s costume of orange, black, and green. She’d brought fucking Dynamight—a hero known for his short temper. What were the chances of something like that happening? He must’ve been on patrol in the area.

“...What's it to ya?” you grumbled down at him, wishing you could conflagrate on the spot to avoid this embarrassing encounter. Just suck it up, you told yourself. You needed to get home, and the only way you were going to do that was by letting this hero get you down. Man, you’d really hit an all new low, hadn’t you?

“Right.” He scowled up at you and you wondered why he looked so angry. Maybe that was his default face. “I’ll jus’ leave, then, since ya don’t need my help—”

“Wait no! Nonono!” you called out only just a little bit desperately as he made a move as though to turn around. “I’ve been stuck here for hours, man! If I don’t get down I think I might die.”

Dynamight rolled his eyes and uncrossed his thick arms as he looked back up at you critically. “Yeah, yeah. Gimme a sec’.”

You watched as he seemed to grumble to himself for a moment, then positioned his arms with his palms pointing towards the ground and tensed his legs. You blinked at him. Was he going to—

‘BOOOOM’

You yelped and nearly toppled right off your branch at the sudden explosion that erupted below you like a miniature volcano. Dynamight shot up into the air, a plume of smoke in his wake, and grabbed onto a branch that could support his weight. Then he set off another smaller explosion to propel himself up further, jumping from branch to branch until he finally landed next to you. Or rather, behind you, with the way you were sitting on your own branch.

You twisted your head back to look at him. He hardly seemed out of breath, and you were a bit impressed at his parkour skills. “Uh. Hi.”

“Shut it,” he groused. Without even a warning, he grabbed you around your torso. You yelped as he tucked you close to his body—the warmth that radiated from him that was a comfort in the chilly Autumn air, not that you’d admit that out loud—and promptly leapt off the branch. You had to swallow down a scream, your hands holding onto the singular arm wrapped tightly around your body for dear life as he used his other one to set off an explosion to offset his fall.

You both landed on the ground with a gentle thump and he immediately let go of you so you could stumble forward. Sweet Earth, how I’ve missed you so. Your heart raced in your chest—from the jump or from his unrelenting grip, you would never know—your hands moving to brush your windswept hair away from your face. What the hell, he really didn’t hesitate. Could’ve grabbed you a bit gentler, though, you frowned as you rubbed your chest. You were probably going to bruise later.

You turned around to face him, fixing your rumpled clothes in the meanwhile. He was much taller than you now that you were both on the ground, all muscle and attitude as he glared at you like you’d just spat in his dinner. You paused. “...I was gonna say thanks, but you look like you wanna kill me.”

“Don’t get stuck in a fuckin’ tree, then,” he snapped. You recoiled slightly at his words, then frowned up at him in offense.

“Excuse me?” You placed your hands on your hips, incredulous with his behavior. “Like I had wanted to get stuck up there in the first place! For hours, might I add!”

His jaw tensed like he was going to retort, but he scoffed instead and turned around to start storming over to the bricked path. “Whatever.” You gaped at his back and jogged after him. He was going in the same direction as you anyways, might as well figure out why he was being such a dick. Weren’t heroes supposed to be, you know, nice?

Though, you supposed you were dealing with Dynamight, after all. You’re not sure if he had a single nice bone in his body.

“No! Not ‘Whatever’,” you mimicked his gruff voice as best as you could once you’d caught up to him and kept pace with his long strides. The thick soles of his boots stomped against the ground with each of his steps. He shot you an annoyed look out of the corner of his eyes, but didn’t say anything. “Who pissed in your bed? Huh?”

You could practically hear his teeth gritting together before he responded. “Nunya business.”

Maybe it wasn’t, but it really didn’t excuse him treating you like this. “No, tell me why you’re being such an asshole right now. Aren’t heroes supposed to be not-assholes?”

He turned his head to give you a withering glare with carmine eyes that appeared nearly aflame in the sun’s golden light. It almost made you regret pressing in the first place, but you had at least some self-respect, and you weren’t going to let this guy walk all over you like this.

“‘M a fuckin’ hero, yeah,” he eventually hissed. “Supposed to be fightin’ villains ‘nd not dealing with dumbass extras who’ve gotten stuck in trees.”

You huffed at his response. Okay, maybe—just maybe—you could see why he was so aggravated. Didn’t let him off the hook, though. “Okay, first of all, ouch. Second of all, you’re a hero because you’re supposed to help people.” He opened his mouth to snap back at you, but you were too quick and cut across him. “Whatever. Look. I’m sorry you didn’t expect to be spending your afternoon helping me out of a tree. I didn’t expect to spend it stuck up there either. I appreciate the help, for what it’s worth. You saved me from a very uncomfortable night.” Even if he was being the biggest dickhead on the planet right now. Maybe he had a rough day, who knew. You decided to be the bigger person about this whole… situation.

Dynamight stared at you for what felt like a long, long time. It made you realize that you’d both stopped by one of the entrances of the park, just outside of it along the desolate sidewalk. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets as you waited for him to say something—anything, really—and almost startled when you felt the cool skin of the honey-crisp apple you’d picked come into contact with your fingers. You wrapped them around it.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and let out a deep, deep sigh. Tension that you hadn’t realized was present along his shoulders seemed to melt away as they slumped slightly down. He sniffed and jutted his head out to the side slightly, sunlight painting smooth planes across his face and turning his hair into a pale blond in a way that was honestly pretty gorgeous. You’d take that admission to your grave.

“...Yeah.” And then he added a mumbled “Sorry” under his breath that you figured was the best you were going to get at the moment. He didn’t seem like someone who apologized often, from what you knew about him. “Rough day.”

“I figured,” you said lightly. Then, you brought your hand out of your jacket and grabbed his own gloved one to place the apple you had within his palm. You patted it gently. “Here. As a thank you.” Then, after just a quick moment of hesitation, you added, “Hope all goes well for you.”

And with a small nod at him, you turned around and started to make your way back home, hands in your pockets and an eagerness to your steps at the prospect of getting to rest after what felt like a very long day.

Dynamight stood there, at the entrance of the park, and looked down at the small apple within his hand after he stared at your retreating back for a few moments. His lips twitched for a slight second and he turned to head down the street in the opposite direction as you, his hand bringing the apple up to his mouth so he could bite into it with a crisp, sweet crunch.

#wrpte this in a frenzy dunno if its good but bone apple teeth #HAHA bone apple teeth get it? bc its apples HAHAHAHAHA- /shot #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x you #katsuki x you #katsuki bakugou x reader

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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Hi Amy,

Can I pls request reader and eddie waiting for a special moment to ‘do it’? Like maybe they planned it after prom but then everything they planned went wrong. So in the end they give up and it just happens in the most natural way.

It can be without the actual smut if you don’t feel comfortable. I love your writing and I’m going through each fic you have out. Thanks a lot ☺️☺️

I love this idea so much! It’s so cute, thank you so much for sending it in 😊

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up)

Words: 2.6k

“Are you kidding me?” You smack your fist against the bathroom counter in anger.

“Hey, you okay?” Nancy gently knocks on the door.

“Fine.” You sound far from it.

Nancy patiently waits in the hallway for you to come out. She raises an eyebrow at you.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“I’ve got my period,” you tell her as you walk past her and back into her bedroom.

“That sucks,” she says as she trails behind you. She shuts the door once you’re both back inside and you flop down face first on her bed. You mumble something against the mattress but Nancy can’t make it out. “Want to try that again?”

You groan and turn your head to the side so she can understand you.

“I don’t wanna go to prom on my period.”

“I know,” Nancy says sympathetically. She sits down next to you and pats your leg. “At least you have a dark dress.”

Shaking your head, you roll onto your back and stare at the ceiling.

“You don’t understand,” you say. “We got a room. Eddie and I… We were supposed to have our first time tomorrow night.”

“Oh.” Nancy lays down beside you. “Yeah, that really sucks. I hadn’t realized you guys haven’t done it yet.”

“We said we were going to wait for the right time,” you say with a sigh. “It was supposed to be prom.”

Nancy turns her head to the side to look at you.

“You two are disgustingly and grossly in love. Any time will be the right time.”

A blush heats your cheeks and you let out a chuckle.

As soon as you get home from Nancy’s, you call Eddie to break the news to him. He’s bummed, but would never let you know that. Instead, he brings chocolate and a heating pad and cuddles you the whole night after prom, in the big comfy hotel bed.

The next attempt is after graduation a few weeks later. Eddie finally graduating makes you want to just pull him into a bathroom once all the caps were thrown in the air, but it’s hard when family and friends swarm both of you in congratulations. The plan is to go to the party at Chrissy’s for a while, then head out to your house, empty and just waiting for the two of you to get down to business.

All your friends are at the party, dancing, drinking, having a fun time. Eddie doesn’t really want to dance, but you manage to convince him. Neither of you drink too much because you don’t want anything to take away from experiencing everything with each other tonight. No disorientation, numbing, nothing. You both want to be fully aware of every little touch.

Eddie raises his eyebrows at you sometime just after midnight, silently asking if you want to get going. Not hesitating for a moment, you grab Eddie’s wrist and drag him to the front door. The warm summer breeze hits your skin as you step outside, a nice departure from the stale air in the house that reeked of alcohol, body odor, and weed. Just as you step off the porch, someone barrels out of the front door behind you.

Steve stumbles forward, eyes glazed, the scent of whiskey wafting off of him. He steps forward, and though both you and Eddie are only three feet in front of him, he doesn’t seem to notice you.

“Steve?” you ask. His eyes search at the call of his name and they finally land on you, causing him to smile.

“Hey!” He’s loud and his voice sounds carefree, happy. “What’re you doing here?”

“It’s a party, Steve,” you tell him. “We’re all here.”

“Oh yeah,” Steve says and he stumbles to the side.

Eddie steps forward to make sure he doesn’t fall, but still rolls his eyes at his friend.

“Where are your keys?” Eddie asks.

“Dunno,” Steve says with a shrug.

“Are they in your pocket?” you ask.

Steve pats at his ass and hips, and his face lights up when he feels them in his front pocket.

“Got ‘em!”

“I’ll take those,” Eddie says as he snatches them from Steve’s hand.

“Hey,” Steve pouts. He looks at you, eyes wide like he’s hoping you’ll back him up.

“You’re not driving,” you tell him.

“Fine,” Steve says with a sigh.

Eddie takes his own keys out of his pocket and replaces them with Steve’s.

“Come on, we’ll take you home,” Eddie says. He sighs as he lets Steve hold on to him for balance as they walk down the stairs.

“Cool, thanks,” Steve says. He stumbles down the steps and stops. His brow furrows for a minute and he stands completely still before darting over to the bushes and bends in half as he vomits loudly. You grimace and turn away, trying to block it out.

You move into Eddie’s arms and hide your face in his neck as you wait for Steve to finish. When he’s done, he stumbles back over to the two of you, but he’s decidedly less happy than he was before. He looks pale and his eyes have gone from glassy to bloodshot.

“Shit, Steve,” Eddie says as you step out of his arms. The both of you help Steve into the back of Eddie’s van, where he can lay down, and head to Steve’s house.

When Eddie pulls up, you frown when you see the large dark house. There’s not a single light on in the whole place and you can’t bring yourself to take Steve inside.

“Eddie, we can’t leave him alone,” you say.

“I know.” Eddie sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “Fuck.”

He puts the van back in drive and does a U-turn in the Harrington driveway to head back in the direction of your house.

Your room is the closest to the front door, so you pull down your blankets as Eddie half carries Steve into the room. A sigh of relief leaves Steve’s lips as his head hits your pillow.

“Thanks, guys,” he mumbles.

“Whatever,” Eddie huffs as he walks out the door.

“We’ll be down the hall if you need anything, Steve,” you say as you turn out the light.

Eddie’s standing in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest. You walk over and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Guess we’re sleeping in my parents' bed.”

“I’m guessing that’s a no, then?” Eddie asks.

“Um, duh! I’m not doing it on my parents’ bed. Or with Steve in the next room.”

“Why do we have to be such good friends?” Eddie asks through clenched teeth.

“Because we’re good people,” you tell him. “Now come on, let’s make a new plan for our first time.”

Everything was all planned out for your birthday. Eddie was going to take you out to lunch, go see the new horror movie you wanted to see, then a trip to your favorite book store, and finally back to his place where he was going to cook you dinner. Wayne would be at work for the night and you’d have the whole place to yourselves. Your perfect moment had finally arrived.

Your stomach tumbles as Eddie pulls the van up to his trailer. Both of you are so excited and fidgety that neither of you notice the other truck out front.

“Hey, kids,” Wayne says as you step through the front door.

“Wayne,” you say in surprise.

“Um, aren’t you going to be late to work?” Eddie asks.

“Took the night off,” Wayne says with a grin. “Thought I’d take you both out to dinner to celebrate this one’s birthday.” He looks at you and gives you a wink. “I couldn’t just let you eat Eddie’s cooking.”

You force a chuckle as Eddie’s hand tightens around your own.

“Well, let’s head on out,” Wayne says.

Eddie’s quiet the majority of dinner, but eventually loosens up and gets back to his old self. You’re disappointed too, but it’s still a very thoughtful thing Wayne did and you make sure to tell him that you appreciate it. When you get back to the trailer, Wayne lets you pick the movie and you snuggle up on the couch with Eddie as you watch.

Wayne didn’t have an issue with you spending the night at their place, and you still consider it a great birthday present to sleep in Eddie’s arms.

Waking up with Eddie was also wonderful. He’s awake before you, just holding you against his chest until you woke up. He smothers your face in kisses until you giggle so hard your stomach hurts.

When you get up, Wayne’s left a note saying he’s gone out fishing and Eddie heads into the kitchen to get breakfast.

“Cereal?” Eddie asks.

“Sure.” You go over to the couch and flip the television on. Eddie’s old hole-ridden Ozzy shirt tangles around your body as you curl up.

Eddie walks in with two bowls of cereal, and you can’t help but smile at his bedhead.

“Nice hair,” you say.

“Look who’s talking,” Eddie says with a smirk.

You reach up and feel that your hair isn’t much better than his.

Eddie hands you a bowl before sitting down near your feet, digging into his own breakfast. He finishes first, slurping his milk loudly, and once you’re done he takes both bowls back to the kitchen. When he comes back, you move so you can lean against him, but you stop with a chuckle as he sits.

“What?” Eddie asks as he plops down.

“You have milk on your face.”

“Where?” He wipes around his mouth, but misses the spot by a mile.

You lean forward and wipe it off with your thumb. Eddie catches your wrist in his hand and presses a kiss to your palm. Your eyes lock and a shiver runs up your spine. Looking into Eddie’s eyes, you feel so close to him. You love him and he loves you. Why were you two trying to create the perfect moment for your first time? Any time with Eddie is already perfect, and your first time would be special no matter when it happens.

He tucks some of your messy hair behind your ear and you’re certain he’s thinking the same things that you are. You tilt your chin up and he slowly leans in, slotting your lips together. As your hands go around his neck, his arm wraps around your waist and he gently lays you down. You spread your legs and Eddie rests his body between them, hands running from your waist down to your hips as his tongue delves into your mouth. A moan escapes your lips as you slip your hands up Eddie’s shirt, parting your mouths only for a moment to slide it off over his head. He copies your actions and slips his own shirt from your body. Kisses are pressed against your neck and your body arches up into his, giving Eddie the perfect opportunity to squeeze your breast in his hand.

The vibration of Eddie moaning against your neck causes your hips to buck up against his. The hard length of his cock rubs against your thigh and the feel has you letting out a whimper.

“Eddie,” you breathe out.

“Yes, baby?” Eddie whispers against your throat.

“Need you.”

“I’ve got you, princess,” Eddie says.

His hand slips down the front of your pajama pants and rubs over the thin material of your panties. Legs spreading wider for him, Eddie kisses down to your collarbone and starts to lick and nibble at your skin, determined to mark you up as he moves your panties aside and runs two fingers through your slick folds.

Chanting his name over and over again like a prayer makes him smile against your skin. When Eddie takes his hand out of your pants, it causes you to whine at the loss of contact. He shushes you gently as he starts to tug the pajamas down over your hips. Once you’ve kicked them off completely, your hands tug at his pants, which he sheds himself of, along with his boxers.

Eddie’s fingers travel south again, collecting the wetness that’s pooled between your legs before finding your clit with his thumb, rubbing small circles against it. Blunt nails dig into his shoulders and you whine out in ecstasy.

“Want you,” you say. The feeling of his precum leaking on to your thigh has you getting even wetter.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready,” you say.

With one hand, Eddie cups your jaw and presses his lips to yours, kissing you firmly but lovingly. His other hand lines himself up with your entrance and slowly pushes in. You gasp against his lips at the unfamiliar intrusion, fingers digging even harder into Eddie’s shoulders.

“Fuck,” Eddie moans against your lips. “You okay?”

“M’good,” you say.

He eases further into you and there’s a pinch. You wince, but the pain quickly subsides and all you feel is pleasure as Eddie bottoms out.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Eddie says. He pulls his hips back and slides back in again, making both of you moan.

“So big,” you counter.

“Baby,” Eddie says with a soft breathless chuckle. “You feel too perfect. I’m not going to be able to last long.”

“S’okay,” you tell him. “Touch me?”

Eddie’s fingers come down to rub at your clit. The sounds that come out of you only make Eddie sure he’s going to cum even sooner.

“I love you,” you tell him.

“I love you too.”

His nose nudges against yours as he gives you sweet kisses. The feeling of him being inside of you is weird, but in the best way possible. Being connected to him like this has your emotions bubbling to the surface and you try to hide the tears that are prickling the corners of your eyes. Of course, Eddie notices though. He immediately stills inside of you.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?”

“No!” You almost shout it out, cupping his face in your hands. “This is just…perfect.”

The relief washes across Eddie’s face and he leans in to press his lips to yours.

“It is perfect,” Eddie agrees.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as he presses soft and sweet kisses up your jaw to your ear. His hips stutter and a moan comes up his throat.

“Gonna cum, sweetheart. Fuck.”

“Please, baby. Want you to cum in me.”

Eddie sees stars when you clench around him, and he’s spilling inside of you, coating your walls.

“Wow,” Eddie pants out against your neck. His body collapses on top of yours and you giggle as his hair tickles your face.

“That was hot,” you say against Eddie’s ear, pressing a few kisses against it.

“Yeah?” Eddie licks over his lips, trying to catch his breath. “It was good?”

“I meant your face was hot when you came,” you say with a smile. “But, hell yes. That was amazing, Eddie.”

“But you didn’t-.”

You don’t give him the chance to finish, smashing your mouth against his in a messy kiss. It’s only when you need a breath that you pull away from him.

“Doesn’t mean it didn’t feel incredible,” you tell him. “Being connected to you like that was basically the best thing ever.”

“It was,” Eddie agrees. “We didn’t need a perfect moment.”

“Nope,” you say. “We made our own one.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #request

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gaybananabread · 7 months

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Hi!!! 💖 If 21 isn’t filled yet for tickletober, do you think you could do ler Asmodeus and lee Fizzarolli from Helluva Boss? The new episode has me craving for some tickle content for them they’re so cute!! Hope you’re well and take all the time you need. 💖

TickleTober Day 21 - New Discovery

Writing this one made me happy. I dunno what it was, but writing the scrunkles just boosted my happy brain chems. I know I’ve been squeaking these in at like 11:50 something at night, but I actually paced myself this week and loved getting this out! Hopefully you like reading this as much as I did writing it. Enjoy!

Lee: Fizzarolli

Ler: Asmodeus

Summary: After a shitty day, Fizz is more than ready for some love from his partner. Ozzie is happy to help, though he does it in his own silly way. After all, what's love without some laughter?

Warnings: swearing (obviously), implied murder (don't worry, they deserve it)! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

Hell's worst kept secret…

Not wrong, but the title still pissed the pair off. Ever since the kidnapping incident, they had been a bit more open with their relationship. They obviously weren't announcing it; all of Hell didn't need to know that Ozzie and an Imp were together. But around the factory and his quarters, the fruits were showing more PDA and less shitty excuses when they were caught.

The workers knew better than to say anything.

Still, the occasional whisper or snide comment outside of Asmodeus's safe zone got the jester's blood boiling. Especially when they were about his man.

"Did you hear about Asmodeus and that little imp? Man, what a way to fall. Never thought the embodiment of Lust would do that to himself." The second demon nodded, smirking. "Oh, Fizzer-something? Yeah, a big rooster and a clown. Sounds like the plot of a shitty porno." "Heh, they kinda are!"

Oho, Fizz wanted to rip their throats out and shove them so far up their-

Whooo-kay. Deep breaths, deep breaths. He promised Asmodeus that he wouldn't let small-minded loudmouths get to him, especially sinners. But they so deserved it, and he was just a few feet away…

They just had to keep talking, though. "And hey, he didn't even pick a working one! The thing's defective! Robotic limbs and shit. Dude really needs higher standards."

That was it. The jester turned, running at them with nothing but rage and hate in his eyes. The dumb fuckheads barely had time to begin a plea before Fizz went to town.

When his Fizzie got home, Ozzie immediately knew something was wrong. His partner’s colorful clothes were coated with black blood. The sin hurried over to him, surveying the imp for injuries before scooping him up into his arms. “Fizzie, babe, what happened?”

Asmodeus’s voice radiated concern, comfort and love for the jester. Fizzarolli couldn’t have gotten any luckier when him and the demon connected for the first time. Or the second. Or the many, many times after that. Eh, who needs labels?

“Some…assholes, spewing shit about you and me. I tried, but…they needed a lesson on how to shut up.” One of the robotic arms was damaged in his fit of rage. Apparently the loudmouthed sinners had a bit of fight in them. Fizz still disposed of the garbage; he just got a bit messy.

Ozzie sighed, nuzzling his feathery head against Fizz’s smooth skin. “Froggie, I love that you wanna defend me, but it’s not worth you getting hurt. I’d take all the shit-talk Hell has to offer if it meant you’d be okay.”

So mushy… The imp rolled his eyes, secretly melting inside at the sweet words. “Alright, alright, I get it. No more fighting over your honor. Tell Hallmark the message worked.”

Then he did Fizzarolli’s most favorite thing ever. He laughed, a deep snort kicking off the rumbling chuckles. Fizz laid his head on Ozzie’s chest, feeling the vibrations and listening to the short burst of amusement. The sin stood, sighing out a final huff before carrying his partner to their bed. It was the only one big enough for Asmodeus, let alone Fizz, to fit.

Following their pattern, Ozzie removed his elaborate suit, slipping on his robe instead. He then helped the jester peel away the blood-stained outfit, quickly drawing a bath for him. They were at the point where it was just second nature; one of them has a bad day, they get a warm bath, cuddles and shitty RomComs until they fall asleep. That day was Fizz’s day to be pampered.

After some calming back rubs in a nice bath, all blood was clean and the imp was feeling a bit better. Ozzie got him a new arm, making sure to give him little forehead kisses as he worked. Finally, they were ready to lay down.

Surprising no one, Ozzie was the big spoon. He hugged Fizz close under the covers, rubbing his back soothingly. The Lust ring’s RomCom channel played distantly on the TV. It was barely a minute before the jester was dozing off. The sin’s touch softened, absentmindedly wandering across Fizzarolli’s bare skin.

His feathery fingers eventually made their way to the imp’s sides. Fizz was drawn from his sleepy stupor by an unexpected buzzing along his side. A feeling he hadn’t felt in quite some time. He squirmed a bit, feeling the fingers go back to his back. The moment he settled back down, however, they returned.

A quick glance at Ozzie’s dreamy expression told him that the sin wasn’t doing it on purpose. The rooster just thought he was giving him soft affections. Sighing, Fizz squirmed again, adjusting himself so the tracing was closer to his lower back. That was apparently a big mistake.

The moment one of the feathery fingers brushed his back, he squeaked, flinching away from the touch. Asmodeus immediately went into Mother Hen mode, lightning his touch and looking for injuries. “Fizzarolli, why didn’t you tell me you hurt yourself? Back injuries are serious!”

Ugh, why did he have to care so much? “I-I didn’t…” The lighter touch was somehow worse, sending a flurry of butterflies to attack his stomach. Fizz’s tail twitched, trying to wag; he made sure to force it still. Unfortunately for him, that also meant he took a small amount of focus off his verbal reactions. The smallest, teensiest little giggle slipped past his lips. Ozzie immediately stilled his fingers; as a sin, he easily heard the noise. Then something clicked.

“Froggie…are you ticklish?” Shit…Fizz tried to run, a burst of adrenaline pulling him from the sleepy peace. Ozzie was on him before he could move an inch. The little imp didn’t stand a chance.

“W-wait! Ozz, don’t you fucking dare!” His robotic arms wrapped around the sin’s body, trying to push him off. That was nearly impossible, as Asmodeus was over four times his size and much stronger than the prosthetics. Still, he could only try.

The rooster smirked, his demeanor doing a complete 180. Ozzie went from concerned and soft to playful and smug in seconds; it was almost scary how fast he could switch like that. “Oooh, babe, I definitely fucking do~”

Before he could get another protest out, ten feathered fingers attacked his torso. Five running along his back, five snaking around to his stomach. In seconds, small giggles slipped past his lips, a blush tinting his scarred cheeks. “N-nohoho! Ohohozzie you dihihick!”

“I know it’s one of your favorite features, but let’s leave my dick out of this.” Stupid, cheesy words; it was unfair how blushy they made him. Fizz tried to wiggle away, but even with his insane flexibility, Ozzie’s strong arms kept him trapped.

He twisted and kicked, his limbs swinging and flailing as he tried to escape. He didn’t fully mind the tickling, but Fizz had an image to protect. The amazing, alluring, ass-kicking Fizzarolli couldn’t be seen getting reduced to a giggly puddle; even if nobody was watching but his boyfriend.

“Tickle tickle tickle, Fizzie~” He just had to tease… If there was one thing that killed Fizz, it was Ozzie’s silly teases. Normally, they were just flustering. Those teases, though; they drove him nuts. “Shuhut the fuhuhuck uhuhup!”

Ozzie loved the sight of his squirmy boyfriend. The genuine laughter, happy smile, vibrant blushes and adorable noises warmed his loving heart. He genuinely couldn’t be happier than when he was with his Fizzie Frog; especially when the imp was all giggly like that. “Awww, babe, I’m just tryna cheer you up! Are you not feelin’ just a teeny bit better?”

Okay, that wasn’t fair. He was definitely feeling better than when he arrived, but that wasn’t totally because of the tickling. Being around Asmodeus, as evil as he was, immediately boosted his mood. “Thihis- ihit’s nohot fahahair! Youhuhu suhuhuck!”

“Only for you, Fizz~” Just to be evil, Asmodeus fluttered his fingers on the jester’s hips. FIzz squealed, his arms swinging to try and grab Ozzie’s hands. Oh, that asshole! “SH-SHIHIHIT! AHASMODEHEHEUS! NAHAT THEHERE!”

Ozzie chuckled, loving the high-pitched cackles from his partner. “But right there is my favorite! C’mon babe, you gotta admit that this is pretty cute.” Fizz groaned through his laughter, thrashing under the sin’s tickly assault. His robotic appendages were no help, merely bouncing off the sin’s feathered skin instead of actually deterring him.

“NOHO IHIHI”M NAHAT! OHOZZIEHEHEEEE!” Fizz could feel his tail wagging, the tip making a gentle thump against the sheets. At least the rooster wasn’t teasing him about that. “Ooh, Fizzie, your tail’s wagging. Are you enjoying yourself?” Spoke too soon…

Seeing that he was working his partner up a bit too much, he moved away from the imp’s hips, deciding to focus on Fizz’s neck instead. “Alright, alright. I won’t kill you, Fizzie babe.”

“F-fuhuckin’ feehels like ihihit!” Fizz whined, his laughter dying down to squeaky giggles. He turned his head, burying his face in the pillowy mattress. The muffled giggles only made him cuter, in Ozzie’s opinion. He leaned his head down, peppering the jester’s face with light kisses. Fizz scrunched up his shoulders, both loving and hating how the ticklish kisses made him melt. “Bahahahaaaabe!”

Ozzie chuckled, basking in the way his boyfriend reacted to the silly affections. The faces in his hair were smiling wide, portraying his obvious adoration and love. So fucking cute…

It was almost comical, the way the large sin cuddled up to the smaller imp. The love they shared was like no other; based on good communication, mutual respect and pure affection, it was about as healthy as you could get. Sure, they weren’t officially public, but nobody else needed to know about them for it to be wonderful. Especially in the cutesy moments like those.

As much as Fizzarolli loved the attention, he was wearing out. Dealing with the dicks from that morning, combined with the goofy fun, had him pretty drained. “Ohozziehehe! Plehease, noho mohohore!”

And just like that, it was over. Asmodeus respected boundaries more than any other creature in hell; the moment Fizz wanted him to stop, he would, no questions asked. He did, however, pull the imp against his chest, rubbing small circles into his back to help calm him down. The sin’s voice was soft once again, save for a teasing edge. “Easy, babe. You okay? I didn’t go too far, did I?”

Fizz took a few deep breaths, getting out the last few giggles as he snuggled against his man. “Uhum…no, you’re good. But *damn*, did you have to go for my hips?” Ozzie snorted, nuzzling his head against the imp’s. “You know I did. It’s adorable, how can I not?”

He held Fizz tight, flipping them over so the jester was laying on his chest. It was their favorite way to sleep; Fizz could feel the warmth of his boyfriend, and Ozzie could sleep peacefully, knowing his partner was safe while he was with him. Fizzie grumbled, but didn’t protest the movement. He was tired, and he couldn’t deny that the sin’s chest was rather comfortable.

The covers were pulled over the pair, concealing almost all of Fizz’s body. His concealing hat was removed, placed on its holder for the night. It was nice, affectionate and calm; just the way the pair liked it. They drifted off, the small yet happy smile never leaving the imp’s face.

#hb tickle #lee!fizzarolli #ler!asmodeus #ler!ozzie #ticklish!fizzarolli #augtickletober2023 #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #tickle #augtickletober 2023 #augtickletober #helluva boss tickle #hb fizzarolli #hb asmodeus #hb ozzie #fizzmodeus #fluffy tickles #the skrunkles

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Learn about Dominik Mysterio’s sleeping habits and more in the latest chapter of my Rhea Ripley x lady!reader fic Absolute Smokeshow.

Warnings for this section: Sleepwalking, somnophilia, hickies, cannabis mention

Absolute Smokeshow (Part 70 of ?): Demons In Her Dreams

Something made you startle awake. You weren’t sure what, or when you had fallen asleep, but one thing was undeniable, even in the darkness: Dom had somehow migrated away from Rhea when the three of you had been cuddling and was currently latched onto your arm like a koala.

On your other side, your girlfriend had one hand resting on your hair and the other arm swung loosely over your midsection.

Then, you heard what must have woken you up in the first place: Rhea mumbling in her sleep.

It was incoherent at first, muttered against the pillow. Then, she shifted her head suddenly and her fingers twitched, grabbing at the empty air.

“Leave ‘er ‘lone,” she huffed, shifting onto her other side with a heavy slump.

Then silence.

Just when you were starting to drift off to sleep again, Rhea yelled out your name and sprang up to a sitting position. You tried to sit up as well, to soothe her, but you were tethered to the bed as Dom kept holding onto you tightly.

“Rhe, I’m right here, it’s okay!” you tried to reassure her.

“Where did they go?” she asked, putting an arm in front of you to block an invisible foe, “I’m going to get them. I’ll get all of them if it means keeping you safe.”

“It was a nightmare, babe,” you told her gently, putting your free hand on her tense defending arm.

The realization seemed to hit Rhea gradually as she slowly relaxed her muscles.

“So you’re okay?” she checked, sounding less disoriented.

“I’m okay! We’re all safe; it’s just you, me, and Dom here. I would turn on the light and show you, but he doesn’t seem to want to part with my arm.”

The mattress shifted and a second later, Rhea was turning on her nightstand light with a click. Despite the raised voices and sudden light, Dominik was still fast asleep.

“Awww,” she cooed, stress dissipating from her face as she looked down at the two of you, “Yeah, he’s my sweet little koala when he gets tired.”

“Does he always sleep so heavily?” you asked, trying to slowly pull your arm from his grasp with more and more effort - and no results.

“Usually, no,” Rhea explained, “But after a show, a chase sequence, getting stoned, and having a threeway…”

You give an understanding nod, but your arm was asleep at this point and your girlfriend noticed your discomfort.

“I might have a way to get him to let go of you,” she began, standing up, “But I can’t promise he won’t start grabbing some other parts of you instead.”

“I just want my circulation back,” you groan, watching her move over to where Dom was.

Stretching and cracking her knuckles, Rhea looked as though she was preparing to do hard manual labor. Cozying up behind Dom, a mischievous look on her face, Rhea moved his shoulder and head to expose his neck. Then she bit down hard, keeping a hold on his hair as he started moaning - softly at first, until she started sucking on his skin and growling.

“Mami?” Dom whimpered, slowly releasing you to reach for her instead.

You winced as your arm felt the blood return like far too many pinpricks, the pain passing over you.

“How did you wander away from me, hm?” Rhea pulled away to ask Dom, “You were my cute little koala on the other side of the bed when I fell asleep.”

“Dunno,” he mumbled, touching a hand to his new hickey, “Sorry, Mami.”

“I’m not the one you should apologize to,” she said, nodding her head in your direction. You were currently trying to speed up the process of your arm waking up by curling your fingers into a fist and letting go, over and over.

“‘M sorry,” he said to you, rubbing his eyes, “Are you both awake ‘cause of me?”

“No, love, don’t worry,” Rhea muttered, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Just relax - Mami’s here.”

It worried you that she hadn’t mentioned whatever nightmare she had woken up from, but rather than saying anything, you watched Rhea pick up Dom as if he didn’t weigh a thing and set him down on the other side of the bed again. She tucked him in, sat between the two of you, and stroked his hair until he fell back asleep.

“There,” Rhea whispered with finality, turning to look at you. Then, seeing the worry on your face, she asked, “What is it, gorgeous?”

“You woke up from a nightmare,” you said gently, watching her expression change, “It sounded like a lot. Do you want to talk about it?”

When she hesitated, you put your hand between the two of you, palm facing up. Giving you a small smile, Rhea took it and sighed.

“People were running after us. Trying to hurt you. Every time I looked back there were more of them and they kept getting faster,” she didn’t look at you as she spoke, but you could tell recalling the nightmare still scared her.

“You’re safe,” you told her, giving her hand a squeeze before pulling her into a hug, “I’m safe. No one is coming after us.”

Rhea hugged back tighter and you made a mental note to offer her a joint if and when she let go.

[end part seventy of ?]

Part 71: https://www.tumblr.com/specialinterestshows/748965042676006912/absolute-smokeshow-part-71-of-news-to-me

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piratecaptainscaptainpirates · 5 days

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tiny prompt for you: Ed and Stede have a “pamper yourself” kind of spa day

"You know," Ed said, pushing his sunglasses down his nose so he could actually look at Stede (the plastic sunglasses from Claire's were cute, but not great for actually seeing out of), "this is fun. This is really fun."

He'd thought Stede might be falling asleep at the other end of the bathtub, but at that he wrinkled his nose, reaching up to slowly remove the cucumber slices from his eyes. "This is fun," he agreed. "I think I heard a but coming on, though."

They'd just properly moved in together, and it had been a long fucking week. Ed had been living out of a drawer at Stede's place for a while, and when their leases were both up, they'd decided to go in together on a bigger apartment, one with room for an at-home painting studio for Ed and a big kitchen for Stede.

It had been a long week, full of moving boxes and painting and assembling new furniture, but now it was the weekend, and Ed woke up with a sore knee and Stede had a sore back, so they just...hadn't done any of that stuff today. A spa day, Stede suggested, and they quickly discovered they'd neither of them ever really had something like that before.

It had been pretty amazing, honestly. They'd gotten dressed in fun, comfy clothes, Stede choosing to just wear his favorite golden robe and Ed deciding to try out a soft, fun rainbow pastel skirt he'd been a bit too nervous to take outside the house yet. They'd made DIY face scrubs, did each other's hair up with fun hair clips, painted each other's nails, and now they were finally getting to chill in the bathtub they'd picked specifically because it was big enough for the both of them.

"It's a very silly but," Ed hedged, scooping up a handful of bubbles from their bath and arranging them carefully along Stede's chin.

"I love all your buts," Stede said, far too earnestly for a guy with a bubble beard. "Well - maybe one butt more than others -"

"I knew it," Ed pretended to groan, tossing his head back in faux dispair. "I knew you were just in this relationship for my ass."

"I mean, your ass is great," Stede laughed, "but right now I'm waiting to hear about that but."

"Alright, alright." Ed pulled his knees up, rubbing his pruned thumbs over the soap-slippery skin, looking down at the iridescent water. "This is really fun. But. It kinda feels like...I dunno, that I'm not supposed to get this. Y'know what I mean?"

"Mm, yeah," Stede hummed thoughtfully. "Like...like someone's gonna come in here and start yelling at us."

"Yeah," Ed mumbled, resting his chin on his knees. "That's it, that's the feeling exactly."

"Well." Stede got himself a handful of bubbles, and he put his right on the tip of Ed's nose. "That's not gonna happen. Because - because fuck anyone who says we don't deserve this."

It still sounded like Stede was trying to convince himself, too.

"Yeah," Ed whispered, and then - "fuck you, dad!"

"Whoo!" Stede cheered, accidentally flinging bubbles when he tossed a hand in the air. "Fuck your dad, and my dad - fuck you, Nigel!"

"Yeah, fuck 'im!" Ed whooped. "Fuck you, Hornigold! We're taking a bubble bath and there's not a damn thing you can do about it!"

"We're not getting out of this tub until we please," Stede announced. "Just try and make us! We're relaxing!"

"We're unwinding!"

Stede rested his hand on the rim of the tub, smiling when Ed reached out to lace their fingers together. "And no one can tell us we don't get to do things like this. Ever again."

Still hard to believe that, maybe. But even once they got out of their bath, they'd trade shoulder massages, and feed each other pieces of cake, and Ed would pout until Stede carried him to bed. And, as it turned out, Stede was quite right - no one would ever get to tell them they didn't deserve soft, sweet days like this, ever again.

#ofmd #pccp's kidney stone fics #thanks so much miles! <3

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bloodandtime · 1 year

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savage good boy

uhhh inspired by this post of eddie wearing a skirt!! everyone say thank u @eddiemunsonwillbethedeathofme! wrote this in just a couple hours so this has not been edited whatsoever so have fun!! wc: 7.3k

cw: 18+ mdni, oral (m receiving) fem!reader (actually could be gn!reader i don’t think there’s description of r other than having hair!!) eddie wearing a skirt, ass smacking, bad writing, too many uses of the word ‘you’, too many pet names, weed, cum sharing, i think that’s it?

“Hey, Edwarrrrrd,” you say, letting yourself into the trailer. The music that was playing decreased in volume, “You in your room?” you call out, toeing off your shoes at the door.

You can hear Eddie grunt followed by an expletive before he calls out, slightly pained, “Yeah! I’ll be out in a sec!” Not feeling the need to respond you take a familiar path to the kitchen to grab two waters and back to the couch.

You’ll for sure be smoking, which means coughing so water’s always essential to have at your fingertips when you’re with Eddie.

You’re settled when his door creaks open, Eddie’s nervous voice rings out,

“So, I’m wearing something new.” He’s still hidden in the hallway, “Will you tell me if I look stupid?”

Your heart aches at the nervousness in his tone, “Eddie’s there’s no way you look stupid. You know I love your style.” smiling, even though he can’t see you, you continue softly, “Please come out, Eddie.”

Eddie steps around the corner and you gasp, warmth already spreading in your lower belly, and down, down, down. You grip the arm of couch, tight.

“Holy Shit, Eddie.” You sound breathless, looking him up and down, slowly drinking him in.

Eddie’s got a cropped faded black sleeveless shirt on, the exposed skin shows his happy trail leading down to a black plaid skirt that ends mid thigh, with a chain on the waistband. His pretty pale thighs are covered in fishnets that lead into his black biker boots.

His hair is in a half up half down do, with space buns. Dangling from his ears is a cross earring and two gold hoops.

You’ve been quiet a little too long and now Eddie’s nervous. One leg crossing in front of the other, closing in on himself.

You immediately stand up and take his hands, asking him to look at you. Once his watery brown eyes meet yours, you let it all out.

“Eddie, you look fucking insane.” You breathe out, he flushes a deeper red, “Like… un fucking real. You’re so beautiful.”

Eddie all but beams, finally squeezing your hands in return. He pulls you into a warm hug,

“Thank you,” he whispers, breath warm on your neck he continues “you being so kind, means a lot to me, loser.”

Pulling away to meet his gaze, you say, “I’m not just being kind, dummy” pulling on a strand of his hair teasingly, he glares but a smile is glued to his lips “you know I wouldn’t blow smoke up your ass, Eddie.”

You maneuver so you’re standing beside him with an arm around his waist and decide to be bold.

The smack you land on his ass honestly kind of stings your hand but look of shock and indignation on Eddie’s face is worth it, “Now let’s smoke sweet heart.” You smirk and move toward the couch.

“You just smacked my ass.” He deadpans.

Sitting and smiling up at him, “I did. Don’t act so scandalized, you’re a grown ass man.” Eddie finally sits, still pink in the cheeks and clearly shocked, “You’ve definitely slapped my ass too, so I really don’t know why you’re so shocked.”

He shakes his head and laughs, curls bouncing, “Why’d you smack mine though?” He presses, as he sits down, close but not touching.

You smile, shy. “I dunno, you just look cute, I felt the need to.” You finish with an embarrassed laugh, heat rising up your neck burning your cheeks.

Eddie splutters, “I am not cute. I am hot and sexy,” he finishes with a wiggle of his eyebrows and you laugh as you lean back into the couch.

You watch him roll, his long fingers make quick work of producing two joints, your eyes glued to his hands the entire time.

Watching him light up is a treat. Something about Eddie manspreading in this particular outfit sends your brain haywire. You’re usually better at hiding your crush on your best friend but today is going to be unbelievably difficult.

Eddie leans his head back on the couch as he releases the smoke from his mouth and passes you the joint, you’re too stuck in your head to notice him staring at you.

He’s curious about your reaction, smacking his ass and you really truly looked like you wanted to eat him alive when he first stepped around the corner.

Christ, if he knew this was all it took to get you going he would have bought a skirt a long time ago.

Eddie is ashing the joint and you’re both now thigh to thigh on the couch. Eddie had moved closer after he had put a movie on. Which you haven’t paid attention too, alo you can focus on is Eddie’s tummy sticking out of the crop top, and taking in every inch of his thighs that’s exposed when adjusts in his seat.

Watching him ash the joint pushes you over the edge, your self control vanishing.

“Eddie, can I suck you off?” He chokes on the exhale of his last hit, his brain just a little fuzzy so he’s worried he misheard.

“What did you say sweetheart?” He asks, brown eyes wide staring into yours. You want to fold in on yourself and run out the trailer door but you’re already in this deep.

“Can I suck you off?” Reaching out to run a hand on his thigh, you continue “I’ve not stopped thinking about it since you came out in that skirt.” You sound desperate, Eddie’s cock twitches at your tone.

“Please, Eddie.” You slide down to the floor between his legs, kneeling with your hands on your thighs.

Eddie can barely breathe, so he musters all his courage to nod his head. Placing your hands on his ankles you run them up to his thighs so slowly, then back down again, then up again, repeating. He thinks he could cum from the sight of you on your knees and the feel of your hands on him alone.

“Need your words, baby.” You say as you squeeze his thighs.

He inhales, “Please. P-please suck my cock.”

You press a kiss to the inside of both of his thighs right where his skirt ends, soft and sweet. “Good boy.” He whimpers in response and you flip up his skirt.

You gasp again.

He’s not wearing anything underneath other than his fishnets. His hard cock is stuck to his thigh, pointing up to his belly.

You groan, pressing your head against his other thigh as you look up at him. His pupils are blown wide, his cheeks are flushed and his buns are starting to fall out. He’s stunning.

“Eddie, I can’t believe you’ve just had your cock out this whole time.” You mouth at his thigh, nipping at it as you pull away and he sighs.

His cock is pretty, long and thick. It would be a stretch but you know if would feel so fucking good.

You lean forward to mouth at one of his soft balls, his cock still stuck under his fishnets. He gasps and lets out a long fuuuuuuuck as his hands find the back of your head.

“I’ll buy you new ones,” you say as you pull away and rip his tights, his cock springs up finally free. Eddie gasps, jerking his hips as you take the head of his cock in your mouth, tongue laving over his frenulum.

Eddie tugs at your hair with a long lew moan followed by, “Holy fuck, babe.”

Relaxing your jaw and pressing forward, you take him deeper. Eddie’s right hand travels a path to your cheek, his thumb stroking the apple of it.

“Look at me.” He says, voice strained.

You look up at him and he’s even more of a mess than before. You want to wreck him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” His thumb strokes your cheek as you bob up and down on his cock, gazes locked “taking me so fucking well. You like sucking your best friend’s cock?” You groan around him and pull off.

Gasping, you agree, “I do, Eddie. Always want your cock” One hand goes to massage his balls and you lick long languid strokes up his shaft. “I especially love sucking your cock while you look so pretty in your tiny little skirt.”

He grasps at your roots and tugs. as you place your mouth back on the head of his cock and hum. You press further down on him, trying to reach the base.

What you can’t reach, you’ve started jerking off. The shlick sound of your hand loud in your ears, but all you’re really focused on is Eddie’s whimpers and moans and sweet nothings he keeps saying.

“Baby, baby, baby” he bables as you swallow around him, “i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

You hum in response, pressing further down.

He’s a whimpering babbling mess above you, gripping tight onto your hair he starts to jerk his hips up, fucking your throat.

He’s cumming in your mouth soon after, with a long pretty whine and sweet call of your name.

He yanks you up off him, and kisses you full on the mouth. You settle in his lap with a thigh on either side of his as your hands find their way to his hair. He moans as he tastes himself on you, practically licking your mouth clean of his essence.

Pulling away he licks up the rest of his cum that had leaked out and down your chin and neck. He pulls you back into a bruising kiss.

You both pull away to breathe, warm in the face and chests heaving. Eddie has both of his hands on your face, his thumbs take a gentle path back and forth on your cheeks. Closing your eyes you sigh happily and lean into his touch.

You feel his lips on yours once again and your grips tightens on his shoulders where your hands have made home.

Eddie pulls away, just enough thar you can hear him say, his lips still brushing yours with every word, “Give me 10 minutes, sweetheart and I’ll show you just how good I look in this skirt while I’m fucking you.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcannons #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson smut headcannon #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x reader smut #stranger things smut #alright lets see if it shows up now #title is a japanese breakfast song

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lottienatsgf · 10 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚👼 angel baby - e. williams

“i love you, angel baby,” you hum.

“angel baby…” ellie considers. “that’s a new one.”

“just trying it out.”

ellie williams x reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ synopsis : it’s your three month anniversary with ellie, and she has a few gifts to give you.

⋆｡𖦹 ° notes : literally just all fluff, makeout sesh but that’s as far as it goes, use of pet names instead of y/n, established relationship, both of you live in jackson together, i wanted to make this one longer but i really like the way it ends so i don’t wanna mess with that !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc : 1376

edibles and flowers. those are the two things that ellie sits down on the wooden table where you sit. she stands on the other side of the table, balancing her weight on one leg and awkwardly wringing her hands while waiting for you to react. the right corner of your lip twitches up into a smile upon looking at these items, then back at ellie.

“you…uh…you like it?” ellie says slowly.

“i hate it, actually,” you tease. ellie’s face falls, clearly not aware that you aren’t being serious. “joking, babe. joking,” you clarify, and she looks relieved.

“picked these up on a run through some old house. i thought we could try them together,” ellie tells you, motioning towards the infused gummy candies. “i hope they’re still good.” then she quickly adds, “and the flowers are just for you. i dunno… i thought they were pretty.”

“they are pretty,” you tell her. just like you. “thank you, els.”

“yeah, it’s no problem. i wanted to give you something special today, since it’s… yaknow…”

you giggle, absolutely loving how awkward and flustered your girlfriend is getting.

“our three months,” you finish for her. ellie breathes deeply, smiling at you. she hums lightly, walking over to the side of the table where you sit in your chair. a few minutes ago, ellie had instructed you (multiple times) to sit down and close your eyes so she can lay out the gifts. “okay, close your eyes,” she had said. “are they closed? keep them closed. okay, i’m coming out now.”

it was very important to ellie that you closed your eyes, apparently. but you thought she was adorable, so you didn’t interject.

now you still sit in your chair, butterflies rumbling in your stomach as ellie creeps up behind you, rubbing her firm hands on your shoulders and ever-so-lightly over the baby hairs on the back of your neck. her touch is so soft despite her fingers being rough and calloused from years of guitar playing and handling weapons. they graze your skin for a few seconds, just enough to leave goosebumps that ellie definitely notices, because she giggles quietly to herself and says, “you’re cute,” in that tiny happy voice that you love so much.

“shut up,” you croak, even though you never want her to stop talking. you would never want to stop hearing her compliments, her corny jokes, her praises and her embarrassed laughter. but it’s okay, ellie knows you’re just messing around.

“how bout we try a few of these?” ellie suggests mischievously, grabbing the bag of edibles and waving it slightly in the air.

“fuck it, let’s do it,” you tell her, and ellie rips open the bag, taking two of the gummies for herself and handing you another two.

“on three?” ellie holds both gummies over her mouth, waiting to drop them in.

“you’re so dramatic,” you laugh, nudging her in the ribs as she chews on the edibles. you take yours as well, and then the two of you find yourselves huddled in bed together waiting for them to kick in. ellie has turned the lights off, letting only a small sliver of the now purple sky seep in from her partially covered window. she lies flat on her back to the left of you, breathing hard enough for you to visibly see her chest and stomach slightly expanding and deflating with each inhale and exhale. next to her, you lay on your side, legs curled up to your stomach and your head on ellie’s shoulder. her hands lazily tangle themselves in your hair. you know it’ll be a mess to fix later, but it feels so soothing and euphoric in the moment that you don’t stop her. the two of you are mostly silent; every now and then a small hum will escape from ellie’s throat, or you’ll grunt as you shift positions next to her. you think you can feel the edibles kicking in. you feel a hazy sense of relaxation, but mostly just tiredness.

“you feel it yet?” you ask ellie.

“mmm, i dunno. maybe?”

your chin nestles closer to your girlfriend’s body, tucking itself away right in the nook of her collarbone.

“someone must have missed me,” ellie teases, and you can already see the smirk on her face even though you’re not looking directly at it right now. but yes, you did miss her. days when ellie has patrol are always the worst ones (not to mention the fact that she was gone for most of today, your three month anniversary.) she’ll be gone all day, sometimes even multiple in a row, leaving you behind to occupy yourself. of course, you still have work to do, but that work sadly doesn’t include spending time with your girlfriend on patrol. you always miss her and long for her company during those days, but her return makes everything worth it, especially when she’s breathless and giddy from the pure adrenaline of being out or when she’s missed you so much that the first thing she does is envelop you in the tightest hug you’ve ever felt.

“i did,” you reply to ellie, fake pouting. “i hate when you leave me.”

“aw, well that’s no good, baby,” ellie frowns, tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear. “let me make it up to you.”

you hum, repositioning yourself to face her directly as she looks at you with pure adoration in her eyes. “how?” you ask her.

“shhh,” ellie whispers, almost inaudibly. her pointer finger meets your lips in a way to silence you, and then it slowly pulls on your bottom lip, making room for ellie’s mouth to reach yours. her soft, pink lips brush softly against your own, almost like she’s sampling your taste. then, as if she’s decided she likes the flavor, they come crashing into you all at once. it’s gentle and it’s passionate and it’s fiery and it’s intoxicating and it’s nurturing all at the same time. it drives you mad, the way her simple touches and gestures can entrance you so deeply. her hand cradles the back of your head, her other one rested lazily on your waist as it plays with the hem of your t-shirt and slides back and forth on your bare skin. after pulling apart only to breathe, ellie’s eyes stare into yours. her lips are wetted a little bit from your saliva, and her eyes are literally gleaming.

after a few seconds of staring, ellie bites her lip, giggling. “ugh, it’s kicking in now,” she groans, burying her face in your chest.

you pull her closer, secretly inhaling the earthy scent of her hair.

“you’re smelling my hair,” ellie declares. so much for secretly.

“no i wasn’t,” you lie, making your voice high and shrill on purpose.

“fuck off,” ellie giggles, picking up her head and playfully pushing you backwards. in return, you grip her wrists, pinning her down closer to your body. “mmm,” she grumbles.

“you’re so cute,” you murmur to yourself. ellie looks up at you, pressing a light kiss on the tip of your nose.

after a moment of peaceful silence, ellie speaks up. “happy three months, babe,” her voice is gentle and sweet, a fierce coat of genuineness behind it.

you smile, your cheek pressing into hers as you snuggle up next to her. “i love you, angel baby,” you hum.

“angel baby…” ellie considers. “that’s a new one.”

“just trying it out.”

with a soft smile, ellie’s eyelids flutter shut, and she squirms closer to you, your warm bodies radiating heat off each other. your hand finds itself back on her head, slowly tracing each one of her facial features. you draw over each inch of skin with your fingertip, making slow, purposeful movements with each stroke. her breath is steady against your skin and your other arm wraps around her and holds her close as if you were guarding her, protecting her from everything that stands outside of this room.

in this room, with just you and ellie in the dim lighting, lulled by only the sound of ellie’s soft snoring, you are safe.

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villxinmiixx · 11 months

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“Ten Rounds” part i.

Daveed Diggs x female! reader

♡ reader is a well known singer, rafael invited forced daveed to come with him to a concert of hers and he's enamored of reader.

♡ warnings; all characters are 21+. rpf ( real person fiction ). sexual tension?? idk

♡ wc; 1.7k

♡ notes; also i have a new writing format soo yeahhdeuf. the female named “imani” is intended to be black. feel free to change some things with your imagination. the song performed was sativa sung by jhené aiko ( you sang her parts ) and swae lee ( imani sang his parts ).

ㅤTODAY WAS THE DAY OF YOUR COLLABORATION PERFORMANCE with you and your friend, imani (ee-mah-knee) her stage name being destiny. she is a great singer, but not as well known as you. you figured you can help her popularity and make people realize she’s a great singer by collaborating with her. imani was ecstatic when you invited her to a collab. soon enough the song “sativa” you both made went viral, and today was the performance for that song ( and the other songs you and she made. )

ㅤ“girl you do not know how excited i am for this shit!” imani was excitedly jumping around, her teal-green outfit making some ruffling noises, as you put your manicured hand in front of your lips as you laughed at her enthusiasm. “oh right! i heard that THE gOD FUCKING DAMN rafael casal will be in the vip section” imani grabbed your shoulders and shook you “isn’t he that actor? from blindspotting?” you asked your friend. “yeah, bitch!” she waved her hands around in excitement. “ didn’t he have a friend acting with him in blindspotting?” “yeah, uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh daveed diggs!” imani snapped her fingers when she recalled his name.

ㅤ“YO, RAFA WHAT’S UP?” daveed greeted his best friend that just busted open his door as he was splayed out on his own couch glancing at rafael and went back to his phone. “YO I GOT US SOME VIP TICKETS TO [STAGE NAME]’(S) PERFORMANCE TONIGHT.” rafael shouted at the top of his lungs. “huh” daveed looked up from his phone as he raised an eyebrow. “you don’t have a say in it, diggs. we goin’.” rafael smirked while waving around the gold tickets “get’cho ass ready, man!” he laughed and threw himself on the couch next to daveed. “man when does it even start” daveed inquired looking at his phone’s clock which showed 5:28 pm “thirty minutes.” rafael responded “..and how far is this concert?” daveed slowly looked at his friend as he questioned once more, squinting his eyes. “twenty minutes.” his best friend smiled. “this motherfucker..” daveed got up from his spot and quickly went to his closet grabbing a few clothes before rushing to the bathroom.

ㅤ“so why’d you even get the tickets, man?” daveed asked, his hands on the steering wheel of the car. “dunno, heard [stage name] was cute so i wanted to check the real deal.” rafa huffed with laughter “you didn’t even search her up? the fuck, you didn’t even look who was on the website when you bought the tickets?” the dark skinned best friend deadpanned at the guy on the passenger seat. “hell nah! i wanted it to be a surprise and you better not look at the billboards!” daveed rolled his eyes before he chuckled. “alright fine. this better be good though, rafa.” “oh i know it’s good, at least that’s what i heard on tik tok.”

ㅤthe two arrived at the arena where the concert would be taking place, daveed parked the car, both men getting out of the vehicle and going to the VIP usher. where they got a stamp and went inside. they were escorted to their VIP seats. it was only a few minutes before the performance, a countdown on the large screen in front of everyone.

ㅤ“THERE’S SO MANY PEOPLE!” imani peeked out the curtain. “you’ll be the first one out there since the first verses are you, make sure to give it your all!” you smiled at imani, adjusting your costume. “yeah, i will! again, thank you so much for this opportunity, girl. i love you so much!” your friend hugged you tightly and you did as well. “girls, the show will start in one!” your manager called out. “just like we practiced, okay? i’m so proud of you!” imani nodded, before running to the elevating platform. the large screen counted down from five, the fans were screaming. “THREE! TWO! ONE!”

ㅤ“yeah, oh, oh, yeah” the both of you sang, not showing up on the stage yet. the platform where imani was standing, started to rise up onto the main. “why you make it so complicated? off the drink, we concentratin” your friend sang on the stage, her glittery green costume shimmering from the light focused on her.

ㅤ“IS THAT [STAGE NAME]?” daveed asked his friend next to him, rafael was about to shrug before a fan screamed “GO DESTINY!” “ah, it’s a collaboration performance.” daveed was getting into the beat, shifting around his seat and moving his body. it was really catchy, he had to admit. rafael followed suit. “is it hot in here or is it just me?” you came out from the red curtain in the middle of the stage, you sang in a rather sultry voice. people started screaming your stage name including imani’s.

ㅤdaveed’s eyes widened pleasently, his eyes focused on you. “i said , now go and take a shot on me.” oh hell yeah, he was definitely going to do that ( sooner or later but not today ). “but i lasted ten rounds like a fre~ak like a g” you and imani started dancing along with the backup dancers. the way your body moved so swiftly, and your flirty attitude on stage just captivated the curly haired man. as you and imani sang there was a moment you looked into the crowd and saw daveed, you winked at him before you resumed looking at the other fans.

ㅤ“holy shit, rafa did you see that?” “oh hell yeah, man. i saw that clearer than daylight!” rafa hyped his best friend up “we better go backstage later to meet her, dude!” “bruh, we can’t do that-” “trust me, she’ll be okay with it!” “alright fine.” daveed grinned as he shook his head gently.

ㅤTHE SONG ENDED AND THE CROWD WENT WILD, screaming ‘i love you’ and stuff similar to that. “i’d like to thank [stage name] for this, if it wasn’t for her i really would’ve never been up here!” imani wrapped an arm around your shoulders before hugging you completely. “she’s the best, really!” “destiny, you absolute sweetheart! i just wanted people to see how much of a great singer you are!” you smiled at her. the people aww’ed at your friendship ( some even saying “they look cute together” something like that )

ㅤ“we’ll be taking a twenty minute intermission! feel free to leave your seats, get some snacks and drinks or take a look around the merchandise. make sure to not push anyone when leaving, and please be careful with the food! you might spill it!” you said before waving and walking backstage with imani. ”holy fucking shit, girl! at first i was so nervous but excited and when i finally got on the stage, OOOOOH girl, my confidence went up!” you giggled along with imani as she explained her first time singing live on stage. the knocking on your door hushed both of you.

ㅤ “[name], imani, two people wanna see both of ‘ya and i’m sure you wanna see these guys.” you can practically see the smile on your manager’s face despite not seeing her yourself. you looked at imani silently asking her if she wants to. “i mean- why not y’know?” she grinned. you raised a brow as you smirked before nudging her with your elbow. “alright, i’ll escort them here.” you removed an uncomfortable piece of your costume while imani was moving around and humming your guys’ song. after a minute or two you heard your door being knocked on again.

ㅤ”the door’s unlocked.” you call out. the door was opened by your manager and two ( hot ) men stepped inside. you were applying lipgloss and glanced at the two before smacking your lips “ oh, it’s you two.” you smiled up at them as you closed the container. “daveed diggs and rafael casal, correct?” imani’s eyes shot up when she heard the two names being mentioned looking at the two men. she screamed “HOLY SHIT” before grabbing onto your arm “oh uhm! you can sit down on that couch over there!” and ran into a corner where they couldn’t see in their spot. your friend grabbed onto your shoulder blades and shook you. “what are they doing here?! let’s get their autographs! how old are they again? holy mother of- they’re so hot” imani was rambling.

ㅤyou giggled at her, telling her to calm down and breathe so she did. “seriously though, why are they here, girly?” “weren’t you the one that said you heard rafael casal will be coming?” “WELL I DIDN’T KNOW THEY’D ACTUALLY COME TO US PERSONALLY!” “let’s get to know them more, it wouldn’t hurt!” “alright, let’s go.” she grinned and you chuckled before the both of you leaving the corner to greet your two guests.

ㅤ”sorry for the wait, do you guys need anything? why’re you visiting us?” you questioned them, pouring water in two glasses and giving it to them. “ah, no nothing in particular. we just wanted to see the singers personally!” rafael exclaimed, nudging daveed’s upper arm. “uhhhh we wanted to ask if y’all wanna hang out after this or maybe sometime. both of ‘ya seem nice.” daveed said, smiling. “i’m down, how about you, destiny?” you asked your friend behind you that was reapplying some highlighter.

ㅤ“hell yeah, i’m down!” imani grinned at you, the two guys snickered from the couch. “uh yeah, girl, this ain’t gon’ work. it ain’t fair if ‘ya know our names but we don’t yours.” daveed smirked. “I'm not sure if i should be surprised or not that you guys don’t know. usually people would search it up themselves.” you said, placing a hand on your hip and smiled smugly. “i’m [name, last name]. she’s imani moore.” you pointed to your friend with your thumb.

ㅤ”heyyo!” she smiled and posed a peace sign. “now we all know each other!” you beamed, and clasped your hands together. you looked at your phone’s clock and realized you and imani had two minutes to get on stage for your next song. “we gotta get ready for the upcoming track. let’s get some drinks after, yeah?” you said putting your hands behind your lower back “hell yeah, girl! we’ll come back here after the show or the next intermission.” rafael smiled at you and stood up to leave along with daveed and left.

ㅤbefore daveed could fully leave the room he glanced at you and you winked at him. he smirked and left the area. ‘he’s cute’ you thought and looked at your friend who was smugly looking at you. “i saw that.” “how-” “there's a mirror next to the door y’know.” “please shut up.”

ㅤ©𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘅𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗶𝘅𝘅 - 𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗡𝗼 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝗲𝗱, 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗱, 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝘁; 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱.

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im-a-matt-girl · 1 year

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in honor of the new video, matt fic where his gf helps him dye his hair and its a cute moment between them!! (can't help but think black hair would look great on him)

"Dye"

"Okay, hold still," I say, getting ready to put the dye in your hair.

"Do you think this is gonna hurt?" you ask.

"Pft, no," I chuckle. "Why are you just asking this now?"

You shrug. "I dunno. It didn't occur to me until you were about to put it in my hair."

"You're ridiculous," I roll my eyes at you. "But no, I promise it won't hurt, even a little bit. If it does, it means you're having an allergic reaction, and we'll have to stop and take you to the hospital."

"Can that really happen?" you ask me, your eyes wide with worry.

"I mean… probably? But don't overthink it. I'm pretty sure it won't happen to you. Just let me do this; I'm tired of having this dye in my hands."

"Okay, okay," you say, finally stilling yourself.

I carefully start putting the dye in your hair. It instantly turns your hair black. For some reason, I didn't think it would have such a drastic effect, since your hair is already dark brown, but the difference is startling to me. "Oh, my gosh…" I gasp.

"What? Is it bad?" you ask me.

"No," I answer truthfully. "It's just… surprising. Let's keep going."

You wiggle around a few times on purpose, causing me to smear some dye on your ear. We both start laughing. "That was your fault," you tell me.

"You wish!" I say. "Totally your fault."

You grow contemplatively quiet for a while. "Do you think my brothers are going to like it?" you ask.

"They'll love you no matter what," I reply.

"I know," you say. "But does it look good?"

"I think so, but it's kind of hard to tell for sure until it's rinsed and dried," I say.

"How long do we have to leave it in?" you ask me.

"Let me consult the box," I tell you.

We follow the remainder of the instructions on the box, and your hair looks amazing. "It feels soft," you remark, running your hands through your fluffy, wavy hair.

I reach up to touch it. "Ooh, yeah it does," I smile. "That's because of the conditioner."

You look at yourself in the mirror, and I can tell that you like it.

I actually love it, too. It contrasts so nicely with your pale skin and blue eyes, adding an air of mystique to your already attractive looks.

"Ready to show my brothers?" you say.

"Yeah, let's go," I say, taking your hand in mine.

When we enter the living room together, Chris is the first to notice. "Oh, my God…" he says.

Nick looks up from his phone. "What the fuck!?" he exclaims. "What did you do to your hair!?"

"I dyed it," you say, smiling. "Actually, she dyed it," you add, pointing at me.

Nick touches your hair and sucks his teeth. "You're just trying to be hotter than me," he jokes.

Chris and I burst out laughing.

"Shut up, Nick," you tell him, swatting at his shoulder. "I'm already hotter than you."

Nick makes a silly face at you. "Whatever," he says.

You're right, but I don't want to add fuel to the fire, so I say nothing.

"What do you think, Chris?" you ask him as he approaches us.

"I like it," he answers you, also touching your hair. "Makes me wanna kiss you so bad."

You immediately turn away from him and towards me. "Okay, I'm done," you say, throwing your hands up. "Can you dye my hair back, now?" you ask me facetiously.

"Aw, but I love it," I tell you honestly. "Makes me want to kiss you, too."

Chris giggles while Nick makes a retching sound, pretending like he's about to puke.

I am glad that we dyed your hair, though.

#matt sturniolo x reader #fic #op #ask #anonymous #pov: yours #criticism from requester accepted ♡

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katiesharms · 1 year

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from the prompt list “I’ve never done this before…” - “Well, neither have I.” with old men in love hangster

okay uhhh anon i love u with all my heart here is so many words of old men being horny together. cw for light bondage and daddy kink and a tad of come eating. might post this one to ao3 if people like it!

“stop looking at me like that.”

bradley crinkles his brow cutely, his brown eyes wide and beseeching. frankly, it’s far too adorable than any 52 year old man has the right to be.

“what am i looking at you like?”

“like i'm the bull at the county fair and you're about to ride me.”

"i think you're the one doing the riding," bradley teases, and jake shoots him a look.

"you look both incredibly scared and incredibly horny."

bradley laughs, chest moving with it on the bed. “look, i’ve never done this before.”

he tugs gently at the ropes wrapped around his hands. jake’s eyes flicker to them.

“well, neither have i. that’s why we researched.” he punctuates his point with a tug at the rope tied around Bradley’s wrist. it comes undone easily, like it’s meant to in case of any issues.

"yeah, i know," bradley says. he keeps his hand up against the headboard, even as the silk falls away and frees his arm. jake sucks in a breath at that. "it's just...new."

"we don't have to if you don't want to," jake insists. "i know that we've been talking about it for a while, but if you've changed your mind, that's fine."

bradley shakes his head vehemently. "no, no. i definitely want this. definitely. it's just a little, i dunno, strange to be so new to an aspect of sex so late in life."

jake smiles, understanding. "i get it; it's weird. i just never had someone i felt comfortable trying stuff with before you."

"not even jeremy?" bradley asks, though jake knows he knows the answer.

"no, not even jeremy," jake confirms, and bradley grins, self-satisfied. "it may be weird, but i'm glad that we get all these firsts together, even though it took us so long to get together."

bradley's smile softens. "i'm glad, too."

jake drops a gently kiss to bradley's lips, and then redirects his attention back to where the rope has come untied. bradley's hand is still held up, the muscle straining even though he could've broken the posture at any moment. jake's desire grows at the thought.

"did you keep yourself still all for me?" he asks sweetly, wrapping the silk around bradley's wrist. bradley whines. "nothing holding you here, but you still didn't move. because you're being so good for me."

"jake," bradley whines, body shifting. jake loops the rope and ties it. bradley tugs on it to test the hold, and it stays strong, making them both hum in appreciation. "they feel so nice."

"they look nice," jake hums. he runs a hand along where the rope meets bradley's skins. bradley shivers, goosebumps rising on his skin.

he reaches over bradley to run his hand along the other binding as well. bradley shifts and wiggles below him, movements limited by how his hands are tied to the bed frame.

"so pretty for me," jake mutters, mostly to himself, but the words hit bradley all the same.

he hears bradley whine below him, desperate for attention, more than what he's getting. jake gives it to him. he trails his hand up bradley's arm and cups his cheek, turning his face towards jake. his eyes are wide and trusting, and the look nearly bowls jake over.

jake kisses bradley, deeply and languidly. bradley whines into it, and jake can hear the silk slide against the headboard as bradley tugs at the binds. jake places his hands on on bradley's chest. he flicks bradley's nipples with his thumbs, eliciting another groan.

bradley arches a little off the bed, chasing the feeling. jake smirks, pushing him gently back down. he pulls back from bradley's mouth to readjust, straddling bradley's torso. keeping his hands on bradley's pecs, jake grinds down onto his soft belly.

bradley's gotten hairier as he's gotten older, and the coarse texture of his body hair sends tingles up jake's spine. he moans, looking up at bradley.

he's propped up on the pillows, ropes holding his arms aloft and keeping his upper body bent a little forwards. he looks so goddamn beatuful, staring at jake, tied up just for him with baby blue silk.

“you’re looking at me like that again,” jake smirks.

“like what?” bradley smiles but the expression on his eyes doesn’t change.

“like you’d trust me with anything.”

“i do,” bradley says easily, and jake’s heart constricts. “i can stop, if you want.”

“now, i didn’t say that,” jake drawls. “just a bit softer than i expected this night to go.”

“i can be harder,” bradley smirks, then he transitions his voice to the breathy one he knows drives jake insane. “ride me, jake, make me take it. ride my cock until you come and don’t let me touch you until you get what you need. use me, daddy.”

“jesus christ,” jake breathes out. desire floods through him. “something’s hard, alright.”

bradley snorts. his cock has been half hard since jake wrapped the first binding around his wrist and, like always, jake’s body responds to his. their desire builds on each other’s, all consuming and desperate.

jake shifts back, and bradley's hard cock rubs against his ass. they both moan at the sensation. bradley white knuckles the rope, clearly desperate to get his hands on jake.

"being so good for me, baby," jake praises. he scratches lightly at bradley's chest, making the other man hiss. "i know how badly you wanna touch me, wanna speed me up. but you're letting me take care of you."

"jake, please," bradley pleads, but not for anything specifc.

jake crawls up the bed, pushing bradley down until his head hits the pillow, framed by jake's knees. jake brushes his hard cock along bradley's cheek, smearing precome there. bradley's eyes fluttter shut at the sensation, his mouth falling open in a silent moan.

"wanna suck my cock?" jake asks sweetly, and bradley nods his head jerkily. "gonna let me ride your face before i ride your dick?"

"plea-"

bradley's cut off by jake sliding his cock into his mouth, resting the head on his tongue. bradley loosnes his jaw, widening his mouth so jake can slide all the way to the back of bradley's throat. when the head of his cock bumps bradley's throat, jake pauses.

saliva builds in bradley's mouth, enveloping jake's cock in a wet heat. bradley's throat flutters, and jake moans, his cock leaking precome into bradley's mouth. he swallows around jake's cock, and jake curses.

"god, i love your mouth," jake says, thrusting shallowly. spit dribbles down bradley's chin and jake can see tears forming. "wish i could fuck it for hours."

bradley's eyes close and he moans, sending vibrations through jake. jake grabs bradley's hair tight to keep him still, and then starts fucking slowly into bradley's mouth. he keeps the movements measured and slow, so he doesn't hurt bradley.

his cock slides over bradley's tongue, each thrust seemingly making bradley's mouth wetter with spit. bradley keeps his mouth loose, though he occasionally swallows around the head of jake's cock. spit and precome leak out of his mouth and tears streak down his face.

"you look so pretty, baby," jake praises, petting bradley's head. "doing so well for daddy."

if bradley could, jake knows he'd be preening at the praise. instead, he just opens his eyes and looks up at jake, eyes almost black with desire. jake's hips stutter and his balls draw up tight. he slides slowly out of bradley's mouth before he comes. bradley laps at the head of his cock, and then licks around his lips, gathering the precome and moaning at the taste.

"god, b, you're a fucking dream," jake chokes out, and bradley smiles, slow and dirty.

"can i touch you know?" he rasps, throat wrecked, and jake almost gets in.

"not yet, baby."

"but i wanna open you up," bradley whines. "get daddy ready for my cock."

jake curses, but ignores him, reaching for the lube himself. he had stretched himself out a little before they started, so the prep shouldn't take too long. bradley's offer is too tempting to resist if it was going to be a long process.

"you're gonna stay there and watch me prep myself for you," jake says in what's supposed to be a stern voice but comes out as too breathy. "gonna get myself ready to ride your big cock."

he slicks up two fingers and then reaches behind him to prod his hole. jake gasps at the sensation, and then eases his fingers in up to the first knuckle. he's loose enough still that they slide in easily, so he pushes them the rest of the way in.

jake moans as he slides his fingers in and out, clenching around the tips when he pulls them almost all the way out and then cursing when he slides them back in. he keeps his eyes trained on bradley, watching the way he strains against the ropes. bradley's gaze is heavy and desperate. his face shines with spit still, and his mouth hangs open in a silent plea.

jake braces himself with one hand on bradley's chest, grabbing a handful of his pec, and then fucks himself back on his fingers. his back arches. he can never get his own fingers as deep as he wants them, and bradley's offer seems more and more tempting. he manages to brush his prostate and jake lets out a lewd moan, the noise bouncing around their bedroom.

"jake, sweetheart," bradley moans. "let me at least watch you. let me see you open yourself up for me."

jake pulls his fingers out and turns around. their hard cocks make contact, making them both moan. jake applies more lube to his fingers and slides three into himself. he hears bradley curse at the sight.

jake moves his fingers inside himself, stretching him. he rubs their cocks together, listening to bradley's desperate moans. bradley's dick is leaking precome, jumping untouched. jake can't wait to have it inside him.

"jake," bradley whines. "let me touch you, please."

instead of answering, jake pulls his fingers out with a whimper and turns back around. he swallows bradley's whine with a kiss, tongue diving into his mouth. bradley kisses back eagerly, pushing up as much as he can given his position. jake hears the thud of the headboard against the wall as bradley tugs on on the binds again.

"patience, baby," jake mutters as he pulls away. he lines up bradley's cock with his hole, grinding against it. "you said you’d let me use you.”

jake sinks down a few inches onto bradley’s cock, moaning as it stretches him open. he grinds his hips forward, and then rises up and slams all the way down. bradley lets out a broken moan, his eyelids heavy as he watches jake grind on his cock.

the head pushes against his prostate and jake pauses his movements. letting out a low moan, he circles his hips slowly. bradley’s cock jumps in his ass, filling him with warm precome.

“fill me so well, b,” jake moans. he rises a couple of inches and thrusts back down. “always fuck me so good. best sex i've ever had, baby."

"me too," bradley breathes out. "always so good with you."

jake grins as he starts to bounce on his cock, bracing himself with a hand on bradley's chest. he threads his hand through the thick, grey chest hair. he can feel bradley's heart thunder under his palm, a steady, but fast, beat that spurs jake on.

"love you," jake mutters, and then he kisses bradley's sloppily.

their mouths move together, uncoordinated and messy. jake can taste himself on bradley's tongue, and he groans. they trade uncoordinated kisses as jake moves on bradley's cock. their bodies glide together, moving in a rhythm they've long established. jake is hot and flushed all over, sweat dripping from his brow onto bradley.

jake pulls back and runs his hands up bradley's arms. he clasps around bradley's bound hands. the silk lights him on fire, pushing into his palms. he lifts off bradley's chest, grappling for leverage on bradley's wrists as he rides him.

bradley's hips flex under jake, meeting him as he thrusts down. pleasure racks through jake. their hips collide harshly, bradley's balls slapping against jake as his own cock smears precome over his stomach.

"fuck, bradley," jake whines. his digs into bradley's skin and bradley gasps.

jake’s hands flex over the silk ties, his thumb running along where they push into bradley’s skin. bradley moans, his eyes fluttering closed. he pulls against the binds, rattling the headboard.

“please, jake,” he moans. “let me touch you, daddy, please.”

jake hums, considering. he grinds his hips forward, gasping at the sensation of bradley’s head brushing his prostate. bradley thrusts shallowly up into jake, making them both moan.

“i’ve been so good, daddy, please,” bradley pleads.

“you have, baby,” jake mutters. he traces a finger down bradley’s face and bradley pulls it into his mouth. “so good for me.”

he undos the ties with two tugs, and bradley’s hands are all over him. tangled in his hair, running down his back, grabing a handful of his hips. jake whines at the touch, hips stuttering.

“can i come?” bradley mumbles into jake’s chest, where his lips are matched around jake’s nipples.

“not yet,” jake grounds out.

bradley bits the meat of jake’s pec, whining. "please, daddy," he whines, muffled. "you feel so fucking good, need to come."

"i'm letting you touch me, b, and i haven't come yet. i'm already giving you more than i promised."

bradley whines again, but he doesn't argue. instead, he brings a hand to jake's cock and starts stripping it. he runs a thumb along the slit, gathering the precome, and using it to ease the glide.

jake's hips stutter. heat pools in his gut and his balls draw up. he's so close he can taste. bradley squeezes under the head of his cock, and jake's orgasm slams into him.

he grinds his hips down on bradley's hard cock, riding out his orgasm. come shoots over his chest and bradley's hand.

"always so pretty when you come," bradley groans. he swipes his fingers through the mess on jake's stomach and brings them up to his mouth, moaning as he sucks them clean.

jake's hole flutters around bradley's cock, and bradley thrusts up instinctually. jake's cock is softening, but the feeling of bradley's cock in him has him on edge still.

"keep going," jake groans. "c'mon, b, fuck me like i deserve. show daddy how good i can make you feel."

"jesus, jake," bradley groans, thrusting shallowly into jake. he hits jake's prostate and jake whines, pleasure mixin with oversensitivity.

"c'mon," bradley groans, moving bradley's hands back to his hips. "give me what i need."

"fuck," bradley curses, and suddenly, jake's on his back and bradley's pounding into him relentlessly.

"always look so good bouncing on my cock," bradley babbles. jake wraps his legs around bradley's back as his thick thighs drive into him. "a fucking dream, all for me."

jake moans, pleasure dancing up his spine. he might actually come again, something he wasn't ready for as he nears 50. bradley collapses forward, moving harshly in jake. their foreheads brush. jake's cock is trapped between them, and the friction of bradley's belly has him whining.

"come in me, bradley," jake whines. "fill me up, baby."

bradley comes with a shout, pumping into jake as he rides out his orgasm. jake clenches around him, a second orgasm moving through him as bradley grinds against his prostate.

bradley slides out carefully, laying next to jake to catch his breath. jake brings one of bradley's wrists to his mouth and kisses along the indents left by the rope. bradley hums softly at the feeling.

"so...this one was a yes?" jake teases, and bradley shoots him a look.

"shut up," he mumbles, flushed. jake threads their figners together and rests their hands over his heart.

"next time i wanna be tied up. see what the hype is about."

bradley's eyes darken. "oh, we're so doing that."

#hangster smut #hangster #my writing #prompts #top gun #help this is sooooo long and i love these old men sooooo much

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dollhouse-tales · 2 years

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[concerning magical malevolence…]

COLLEGE *dies*

I’m sure you’ve all been wondering… what happened to Magical Malevolence! It’s been so long, where is it?! Good question! I have some good news and some bad news and some… slightly better news!

In short, the good news is ya girl isn’t failing her college classes! However, it took up SOO much of my free time that I just could not work on it. However! I’ve finished one of my classes for the semester which means my free time schedule has opened up which allows me to balance my free time with my work time!

However, now comes the bad news… Inbetween my very little free time I worked on the essence. This resulted in designs that were cute but looking back now? It isn’t the kind of final design I want to put out. It didn't represent what the essence was supposed to stand for! So... the bad news is I have to start over or else I'll just never be satisfied!! In the meantime, I've also studied different fantasy-esqe outfits on Pinterest, as well as actual IDV A-tier and S-tier costumes and different styled outfits [like Twisted Wonderland's Halloween Event, or my various different dress-up games lol] and I have a better idea of what I wanted to do!! Which is NOT what I rush finished oops.

And the slightly better news??? I am better now and I'm restarting the essence. yay! I am going to reveal the old designs below the cut but I'm not keeping them as the final designs so! Yeah! I'm also going to edit the line-up list a little! [Don't worry! Any roles that are already filled won't be removed or changed! New/changed roles are still up for grabs!] Just a little bit, some characters will be swapped or removed entirely but don't worry don't worry! I'll post the new list soon enough! But! I am working on them! They will [hopefully] not take forever and a decade!

TLDR; i don't like the old rushed designs i did before i got swamped by college work so the designs are all back at square one. But the essence is still on! look under the cut for rushed designs because what else am i gonna do with them/lh

yeet

"Mister Mushroom" HIS DESIGN IS CUTE I LIKE IT STILL BUT I think I can do better!! It doesn't really represent the type of character he is supposed to be, so!! Let's try it again!!

"Innocence" it was a really rushed design and it's just so. hmm. I don't really like it as much as I did at the time it's not. it's just not the vibe!! i love the colors though.

"The Voices" had a very rough sketch set that never got finished due to not getting the other 3 voices but they... they're kinda plain ngl but I do have more planned for them and their outfits! At least now I do lol

"The Storyteller"... funny story but my app crashed while i was in the middle of drawing her and I lost my good sketch and I was so. so angery. i know angery isn't a word but damnit it is now!!! and i wanted to separate her from her Neonized counterpart but I just. hmm. i can do better >:) might make her more fantasy based than how she is in reality i dunno yet

"The Narrator" was probably my favorite design of old,,, it just captured the childish fantasy vibes the essence was supposed to have and it's a nice mix of the fantasy world and the real world [or his ties to the Narrator] he's just a silly guy. Still, I feel like there's something more than can be refined sooo here we go >:)

those were all I got to do before I got swamped :( but thankfully it's all i did before i got swamped so i don't have too many to redo!! anyways I'm sorry it took so long but!! hopefully! I can give you all updates soon!! real updates!

okay bye off to do Kitty's skin then cry and redo lets goooo

#announcement #magical malevolence #grabs you. squeezes you.#ooc | mod post #long post #i think if i'm gonna do something i should do it right so!! here we are!!

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lucy-shining-star · 10 months

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So I keep mentioning of Scooby Doo and Reluctant Werewolf and it’s Dracula, how he is pretty acurate to book, and outright evil, not made for sympathy and now I decided to rewatch to fresh my meomory and talk about how Dracula is presented and maybe some of other things that will make me think of Dracula daily or fandom

So narrator’s first introduction to Dracula is calling him ‘World’s most evil menace’. Strong start

Well so Dracula is boss of some monsters and one just freaking. Decided to go on retirement and wrote a postcard with ‘Glad you are not here’.

Oh there is woman that I kind of assumed was Dracula’s wife when I was watching this when I was kid but know I think there might be nothing saying it at all. ...I mean I checked tv tropes and wiki and she is called ‘Dracula’s assistant so. ...Well it’s kind of weird what I assumed given something’s later. Oh also I don’t know if she is vampire or even a monster? She has like normal human skin

I was also kind of wondering if she was meant to be like vampire Mina or Lucy dunno like creators watched some adaptation and took her kinda from here and changed her? ...Although that was mostly to make some jokes later

Now there are playing to make new werewolf so making someone moster motive is here

‘It shows the one to became a werewolf’ Well that makes me think of all that ‘Jonathan is supernatural and Dracula/being around Dracula activated it’

Dracula’s assistant says ‘Mmm man he is cute’ at Shaggy’s picture when she is standing right next to Dracula and it’s not like I forgot about that when I was a kid I saw that woman swooning about another man openly and I still assumed she is Dracula’s wife. Anyway so about jokes I wanted to make is that if she is inspired by Mina or Lucy and is Dracula’s wife when she doesn’t show any signs of being attracted to him and swoon over food-loving, fast-running, brown haired guy with dogs. ...Oh and American. ...I don’t have anything to link him to John, sorry John :(

Dracula’s reaction ‘a cute werewolf. Blah’ hmm I must admit I don’t think that would be Dracula from reaction

‘If it fails it means unspeakable torture’ -Dracula

Hmmm. Shaggy is sceptic in this. Maybe he has something of John

Oh Shaggy is turned into werewolf (he doesn’t know that yey) and as he is escaping from Dracula henchmen shouting ‘monsters’ people are wanting to catch him shouting ‘monster’

Hmm assistant adressed Dracula as ‘Draccy, honey’ so maybe my assumptions weren’t wrong. Or ast least not baseless

When they are awake in Castle Dracula Shaggy think at first it’s a nightmare. Even when Googie (oh btw, Googie is Shaggy’s girlfriends, there is also Scrappy here. Neither Daphne, Fred or Velma are here) asks ‘all of us?’ he is like ‘it has to be’

Oh rest believed him it’s a dream. Or at least are willing to prove this theory ‘If it’s all a dream let wake up’. I don’t know why though Shaggy did a good job with turning monsters against each other by saying mean things and making monsters argue about which it isXD

Dracula says to gang they can leave just like that. They are surprised Dracula ‘Would I lie?’ All other monsters ‘Aaaa? Yeah! Sure!’ ...Hmm did what’s happening to Shaggy happen to any of them?

Shaggy and Scooby got tempted to stay by promise of food

Hmmm. That Dracula definitelty doesn’t sure book Dracula knowledge of how to cook for humans. That’s tough luck for Shaggy and Scooby

He didn’t let them go

Scrappy got the ‘go by window down the castle’ idea(with help of rope made of sheets). That castle is lower, or at least that tower is lower but it’s also surronded by water. And instead of wolves there is crocodile)or alligator)? Let’s not think to much about how they are in Europe. Maybe that Dracula also went to zoo to steal

Trap door leading to Dracula’s henchman telling them ‘I did request you do not try to escape’

They tried another hidden door and now ghost is chasing them and I dunno why they are so scared of ghost after seeing all of other monsters

They ended up on party

Hmm Scooby and Shaggy ate something and they liked it until Dracula said what it is but I didn’t understand what it is. Maybr that Dracula can cook after all...If it was he who prepared that

These witches likes dogs. Funny considering witches are associated with cats

Did Scrappy just kill mummy

Now they ended up in a trap room with wall full of spikes that is moving towards them. And Dracula is speaking from above

Dracula said if Shaggy agrees to do race he will change him back to human and send them all back to home

Dracula teleported to their room in morning at the cockrow

Hmm. That Dracula had to stay out of daylight but now he wears sunblock. Number ‘5022′

Oh again something tasty but suspicious cause it’s made of beans that grow in torture chamber. And makes who eat this howl. (...though it’s also werewolf and dogs that ate those cause Googie didn’t touch so I dunno if it would make everyone howl)

Gang want to test ride and Dracula didn’t allow to take werewolf car for that saying there are some changes made for Shaggy but did allow their own car after some hestitation. Later one henchmen asks if that was wise cause what if they try to escape but Dracula said they won’t if Shaggy want to turn him back to normal and that’s it’s also chance for some good rotten fun

Also now I’m wondering if they did escape before Dracula promised to turn Shaggy back to normal if he wins how would Shaggy live later? Would they even escape from people in Transylvania and would having two speaking dogs help in that situation? I doubt it

Oh there are more crocodiles/alligators. That Dracula went to zoo more often

Scrappy called them ‘crooks’ so I guess crocodiles. Also Dracula just put their car on some tiny piece on land on this water intentionally

LMAO AT SCOOBY AND SCRAPPY JUST MAKING MARSHALLOWS IN DRAGON BREATH TUNNEL THAT DRACULA’S HENCHMAN MAKE HOTTER TO SCARE THEM

Oh they were later with it so it wasn’t that hot alright

...Did Dracula just call his henchman bimbos

Oh Dracula’s hechnman are named Crunchy and Brunchy. Probably was mentioned before but I forgot now gonna adress them like that

Dracula wants to make Shaggy not sleep

They didn’t manage to do anything to disturb Shaggy’s sleep yet he still is super tired? I thought maybe they decided to start race earlier but even if. Scooby, Scrappy and Googie don’t seem sleepy so idk

Peasants seems more tired than scared of Dracula though

Shaggy seems sleepy still maybe changing into werewolf cause him to be sleepy during day

Oh kiss from Goggie woke him up

I don’t know if Dracula made something for Shaggy’s car to work worse but he played himself if he did cause Shaggy just caused huge crash before race started cause he couldn’t control it

Oh there is a gun. I mean Dracula’s assistant or whoever that is to him anyway her name is Vanna Pira has a starting gun

Vanna Pira shot Dracula and it didn’t even really look like accident to be honestXD

Dracula wanted to shoot Crunchy and Brunchy but something happened with gun and he shot himself. Peasants cheered

Hmm. Dracula called Vanna Pira darling

‘That hunch bunch would break my heart. If I had one’ -Dracula

Oh there is spider here. Big spider

Vanna Pira called Shaggy ‘Cutie Pie’

Dracula causing Shaggy to get lost

Scrappy used pepper to save Shaggy and Scooby from monster

Oh there is train

Dracula got hit by train

Vanna Pira called Shaggy precious and said that he is so cute in his fur

Oh she wants to have fur herself

Dracula stole Shaggy’s engine

‘And now that he can’t win, Shaggy will a werewolf forever and under my power’

Shaggy did you really have to say it would be bad if anything happened to Googie and Scrappy. You gave Dracula an idea

‘The monster is not real’ ‘Yikes. Like are you sure the monster knows that?’ lmao

Hunch bunch kidnapped Googie and Scrappy so now Shaggy and Scooby are out of race going to rescue them

Vanna Pira is sad at perspecitve of Shaggy not being werewolf anymore

Shaggy won race and Dracula is denying to change him back

He claims there isn’t a way

Vanna Pira says it’s not true and holds a book that can do it

Dracula took book from her Scooby stole book from him

There was a bit of taking book back-and-forth

They are escaping Dracula still trying to catch them

He destroyed his own transportation by one way in which he was trying to catch them

They landed on plane

Shaggy transformed back at home

Dracula is being chase by shark. I guess that Dracula can swim

#gonna make true comparision post someday but just wanted to rewatch and #got sidetracked noting down things

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watchmegetobsessed · 3 years

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An Ocean Away - Harry Styles

Sequel to Tastes Like Strawberries 🍓 !

a/n: ahhh! thank you so much for the love you showed TLS! i already had more planned for the story, but all your comments motivated me to do this part 2! it’s an emotional one so brace yourselves! further in the chapter i placed the song that inspired the title and i listened to it while writing so i suggest you do the same!

pairing: professor!Harry x Reader

warning: sexual content

word count: 12.7k

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You walk down the familiar hallway texting back Eden that you are not spending the night at home again.

Eden: You really need to tell me about the dick that keeps you so busy these days.

Y/N: I never said a thing about any dick.

Eden: Oh please, you surely got yourself a rebound after Harry, you can’t tell me otherwise.

Y/N: Don’t you get a rebound when you broke up with someone? I was never together with Harry, so it doesn’t make sense.

Eden: You had a thing!! Okay, whatever. Keep your little secrets, I guess it’s fine…

Y/N: Love you!

Chuckling to yourself you put the phone away and stop at the door you know all too well, knocking two times before you open it and poke your head inside.

Harry is sitting at his desk, his reading glasses sitting low on the bridge of his nose as he is vigorously scribbling something down into his notebook. He lifts his head at your arrival and you shut the door closed behind you.

“Hello, professor,” you smile at him teasingly, walking around his desk as he pushes himself back a little so you can sit on his lap, pecking his lips gently.

“Hey, done for the day?” he asks, his fingers tenderly stroking your thighs over the fabric of your jeans.

“Yeah. We can leave if you’re done,” you nod.

“Just a few more minutes, alright?”

“Sure,” you nod, standing up from his lap so he can finish his work while you sit on the little loveseat he has in the corner, right under the window.

It’s been six weeks since New Year’s Eve, the new semester has officially started, you’re working your way towards your degree as this is officially your last semester, but what’s more important that you and Harry have been a couple for six weeks following the heated actions of New Year’s Eve.

Harry is still quite anxious about the whole thing, always on high alert and he even asked you to lie to Eden and Nat too. You tried to fight him on that, but you could tell how much he wanted to protect what you had so you decided to feed them this elaborate story about how you and Harry had a fight on New Year’s Eve and realized that it would have never worked out so you agreed to stay just friends. It seems like they believed, because they’ve been keen on trying to set you up with someone while you just keep dodging their attempts, sneaking around with Harry behind their back.

Other than the continuous lying and sneaking around, things have been going well with him. You’ve been spending a lot of time at his place, the only hiding spot where you can be carefree around each other without always watching out for others around you.

Today is Valentine’s day and though your opportunities to celebrate are very slim, having anything that’s slightly public crossed out of the list, that still doesn’t stop the two of you from having a good night in.

You watch him curiously as he is reading the lines of someone’s essay probably, or some test, whatever. Holding the pen ready to use whenever he finds something incorrect, he furrows his eyebrows at something before crossing out a line, mouthing the words he writes to the side of the page. He doesn’t wear his glasses that often, but he’s been complaining about having dry eyes these past days so it’s no surprised he switched to them from his contact lenses.

“You look sexy in your glasses, have I told you that?”

He glances at you, a small smirk tugging on his lips before he returns to the paper in front of him.

“Think they make me look older,” he mumbles under his breath.

“Nah, not more at least than your grandpa sweaters,” you tease him, earning a ‘Really? This again?’ look from him that makes you chuckle.

You busy yourself while Harry finishes his work and then you head out together, strictly keeping the distance between each other. Walking out of the building Harry heads to the left where the car park is while you take a turn to the right. It’s been your usual, since you can’t have anyone see you get into Harry’s car so casually, so you usually walk down to the small café near Building D, because there’s a very narrow little street running behind it where you can get into the car without anyone noticing you. You do the same now too before finally heading back to Harry’s place. Sinking into the comfortable seat, you stare out the window, thinking about how it’s just been six weeks since New Year’s Eve, but it feels like you’ve been together with Harry for months. Despite his many doubts and hesitant act, it was easy to fall into a kind of routine with him, and even more easier to get used to the thought that he is yours and you are his.

During these six weeks you’ve learned quite a few things about him, things women on campus would die to know and they were handed over to you on a silver plate by Harry himself.

One, he is a very touchy person, of course, when he has the chance for it. In the safety of his home or when you have a few minutes for yourselves in his office, he always likes to have his hand on your back or waist, he loves touching your hips or cheeks, caressing the skin wherever it shows from under your clothes. He is also very cuddly, likes to wrap you in his arms when you’re watching TV and when it’s time to sleep the first thing he does is to pull you into his embrace. You usually wake up in the morning with him completely wrapped around you, limbs thrown over you, face buried into your chest or stomach. He is a messy sleeper, but also a fucking adorable one.

Two, he is a good cook but not that good at baking. He says it’s the universe’s sign that he shouldn’t eat as much sweet stuff as he does, but in reality he just sucks at measuring the ingredients. He never follows the recipe, easily goes with things his own way and then he is surprised when it doesn’t turn out as it should.

Three, he notices the smallest things you’d never. Like how you hate it when the Sun is shining right into your face so he always makes sure to draw the blinds in the evening, or that you prefer sleeping with more pillows so he just simply gives you an extra without even asking every time you’re spending the night. He cares so much about you to the smallest details, it always makes your heart flutter.

And four, though he keeps a tough act in school, he is a lovesick puppy when no one is around, likes to be the small spoon when cuddling, absolutely adores it when you cup his face in your palms and kiss it all over. Loves it when you play with his hair or when you hug him from behind, kissing between his shoulder blades. He always tells you how pretty you are and never misses a chance to sneak a kiss from you. You couldn’t imagine him do any of these before you really knew him, but now you see that all these little things are just as much parts of him like the version of him he shows at school. You feel lucky to be able to see him like this and you’ll probably never get bored of it.

Arriving to his place you drop your bag off at the bedroom before you join him in the kitchen, already eyeing the flyer to the nearby Italian place that delivers.

“How about pizza?” he hums, eyebrows knitted together as he scans the menu.

“Sounds good. Can we order dessert too?” Walking past him you kiss his shoulder before grabbing a glass for yourself, filling it with tap water.

“Oh, no need,” he shyly answers, glancing at you. “We… have dessert.”

You watch him with curious eyes as he disappears in his little study before emerging with a plate filled with pink cupcakes. They look wobbly, the cream on top is not the same on either of them, but because you know he made them, they are the most perfect you’ve ever seen.

He places the plate to the counter with a shy smile before turning to you.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he murmurs, hands finding your hips as he pulls you in for a kiss.

“Oh baby, did you stay up last night to make these?” you ask, touched that he took the time and energy to surprise you with something. Harry nods and you kiss his dimples softly.

“Mm, they are strawberry flavored,” he smirks boyishly.

“We are never escaping strawberries,” you chuckle softly as you dip your fingertip into the cream on top of one of the cakes, tasting it. “Hmm, this is actually good,” you tell him.

“Yeah, the cream is kind of okay, dunno about the rest though,” he admits chuckling.

“As long as it’s not poisonous, I’ll love it,” you giggle kissing his lips again softly. “Alright, but I can’t go over the fact that we agreed on no gifts for Valentine’s Day,” you say giving him a look.

“S’not a gift, just… a little gesture,” he shrugs innocently.

“Okay, then you can’t get mad over my little gesture,” you smirk at him, peeling his arms off you before you run into his bedroom to get his gift.

You really weren’t planning to give him anything, but you had a good idea last minute and couldn’t just not do it. Digging into your bag you pull out the little box and join him in the kitchen again, handing it to him.

“It’s not fair if you spent money on it,” he pouts, but you just roll your eyes.

“You spent money on the cupcakes too. But besides, I didn’t spent a penny on it. Open it!” You urge him.

Harry huffs but takes the lid off, revealing a stack of Polaroid photos. In this not too ideal situation the two of you are living in, there’s no chance you can ever post anything about him, even though there are quite a few cute photos of you with Harry. Eden recently bought a Polaroid printer and you borrowed it to print your favorite pictures of the two of you. There’s one from the morning after New Year’s Eve, just a silly selfie you took in bed, then one with the band from Harry’s birthday recently, a photo of the two of you backstage of one of his gigs you took in the mirror, he has his guitar in his hands as you stand next to him smiling widely. There are a few more with Sarah, Mitch, Charlotte and Adam and at the very end of the stack… some special ones.

You watch him go through them smiling warmly until he reaches the last few and freezes. You took the courage to take a few spicy ones of yourself in your favorite lingerie and thought it would be sexy to print them out as well and give them to him.

“I hope you’re not thinking about selling them already,” you chuckle. Harry glances up at you before shaking his head with a playful smirk.

“Was just a little surprised by them,” he admits.

“Do you… like them?”

“Oh baby, I love them, you look… wow,” he breathes out going over the pictures one more time. “But I’m gonna have to lock these away so no one finds them. Adam likes to go over my stuff when he is over, I definitely don’t want him to find them.”

“You better keep them safe because if anyone sees them I’m burying myself,” you snort.

Harry puts the stack of photos back into the box before leaning down he cups your face and kisses you gently.

“Thank you, love the pictures. All of them,” he adds cheekily and you feel yourself blushing.

He leans in to kiss you again, putting the box aside to the counter and this time it’s not just one short kiss, he carries it on, taking his time with your lips, savoring and tasting you without a worry in the world. It grows more and more passionate, tongues clashing and you tug at his hair, lacing your fingers through his locks, a moan escaping his pink lips.

You start inching backwards until your backside meets the edge of the counter. Harry doesn’t hesitate to pull your sweater off of you, throwing it behind before his lips are pressed against yours again. It doesn’t take long for his shirt and pants and your jeans to end up on the floor somewhere behind him, leaving you both in just your underwear. You kiss down his neck and collarbones, your lips gliding across his tattooed chest as you slowly slide down to your knees, hands moving over his growing bulge.

Hooking your fingers into the elastic of his boxers, you tug them down and pull his erection out, already so hard for you and you barely even touched him.

“What does my Valentine deserve for making me cupcakes?” you hum, teasingly pumping him a few times with your hands. Harry whimpers under your touch, but doesn’t answer so you stop your hands and look up at him. “Talk to me, what do you want?”

“Your mouth,” he breathes out, his eyes meeting yours, filled with lust and hunger only for you. Smirking to yourself you lick his length up before gently kissing the head, swirling your tongue around the tip before you slowly take him into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby!” he pants when you start bobbing your head, pumping the base in sync with your head’s movements.

His hand comes to the back of your head, fingers lacing through your hair. He doesn’t force you, he never does, just likes to hold onto you. You try to take him deeper and deeper with each movement until you fit his whole cock into your mouth, keeping it there for a few seconds before pulling away and letting him go.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mumbles, helping you up from the floor, kissing your lips hard as he is already pulling your panties down your legs. “How do you want it?”

“From behind,” you tell without hesitation, turning around so you can lean onto the counter and push your ass up for him.

You feel one of his hands stroke down your spine while the other one reaches between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, drawing gentle circles on it at first before he goes a little harder, making you moan his name.

“Harry, please!” you beg, the need to feel him growing with each passing second.

He pulls his hand back, grabbing his hard cock as he lines himself up with you, one hand on his shaft, the other one holding your hip firmly to keep you in place. First he pushes just the tip inside and when he is sure you’re ready to take more, he slides all of him inside, filling you up perfectly.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good. Always so good,” he breathes out, both his hands coming to grip your waist as his hips meet your ass from behind.

He starts moving, going a little soft at the beginning before he gets rougher, his hips smacking against your ass with each thrust. You arch your back and push your ass up so you’re angled just perfectly for him, he runs a hand up your back, sliding it under the clasp of your bra and he leaves it there while fucking you from behind oh so well.

“Harry, oh my God!” you groan when he starts hitting that one spot that makes you go crazy.

“Feeling good, baby?”

“Fuck! So good!” you gasp, feeling the pleasure building up with each thrust. “Go harder!” you beg and once he has both hands on your hips again he does as you asked, railing into you hard, making you keep gasping for air.

“Getting close? Tell me when you’re about to cum, baby.”

“I’m close, please don’t stop!” you pant, hands holding onto the counter’s edge for dear life.

He reaches around you, a hand coming between your legs as his fingers find your clit again, adding to the sensation as he starts playing with it just the way you like it.

“Fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum! Harry!” you moan uncontrollably and he growls deeply from his chest.

“Cum with me, baby. Give it to me,” he breathes out sharply and he just keeps railing you hard, fingers working on your clit until he feels your walls clench around his dick. “Oh fuck, yes, baby! Cum on my cock!” he gasps and at the same time as you go through your orgasm, you feel him twitch inside you, coming hard with you at the same time. “Jesus fuck! I love you, Y/N!”

You gasp at his words, eyes snapping open in the middle of your orgasm and all air pushes out of your lungs for a moment.

He whimpers and moans, thrusting into you a few more times before he comes to a halt, both of you panting like crazy, coming off your high. When he slowly slides his softening cock out of you, you turn around and look into his eyes. For a moment you thought he just said it in the heat of the moment and he didn’t even realize it, but when your eyes meet his, you can tell he is a little afraid of what your reaction is going to be.

“Did you mean that?” you quietly ask as he tucks his dick back into his boxers, pulling them up, but you don’t bother to put your underwear back on, standing there in only your bra.

“I-I did. I didn’t mean to say it now, but I did mean it,” he nods. “Is it… too soon?”

“No,” you smile at him, stepping closer so you can cup his face in your palms, kissing his lips softly. “I love you too.”

“You do?” he asks, surprised at your reaction.

“Of course, silly. I wouldn’t give my nudes to someone I don’t,” you joke making him chuckle, his arms coming to curl around your waist.

“Sorry, this wasn’t too… romantic,” he breathes out and you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“You said you love me while fucking me on Valentine’s Day after exchanging cute gifts. I think it’s romantic,” you chuckle, finally making him smile. “Besides, I don’t care about the setting, just feels nice to hear you say it.”

“Yeah?” “Mhm, care to say it again so I can see your eyes as well?”

“I love you,” he softly murmurs, his forehead resting against yours.

“Yeah, feels better when I can actually look at you,” you chuckle kissing him softly. “I love you too.”

It’s definitely not just fun and games, being in a secret relationship that no one can know about. It surely adds a lot of tension into the situation, having to be so careful all the time and be reserved to the point where you can’t even be seen too often together.

As the semester carries on you always keep your ears open if there’s anything going on about you and Harry. Though you only limit your time together on campus to the bare minimum, only talking on rare occasions, you still want to make sure no one is getting the wrong (or right) idea about what is going on between the two of you.

The worst part is probably having to lie to Eden and Nat all the time. You spend about three nights at Harry’s every week and you have to lie every time you leave. After a while you tell them that you’re dating this new guy but he wants to keep it low-key because he recently broke up with his previous girlfriend. That gives them enough peace not to nag you all the time but you can tell they really want to meet this new man in your life.

You’ve tried to discuss it with Harry, tell him that they won’t tell anyone but it ended in a fight and you kind of gave up. Harry is way too keen on keeping it a secret and it’s clear he is not gonna make any exceptions. At least it’s the same with his friends, the two of you act like just friends when you’re out with the band though you have a suspicion that Sarah can see through the act. However she chooses not to talk about it so it’s kept hidden.

You don’t fight much with Harry, but when you do, it’s major. You both can get really into the argument and it easily gets way too heated, turning into a screaming match until you both realize you should just talk it out and have a little more understanding for each other. The makeup sex after a fight however… that’s something that makes up for every nasty thing that’s said in the heat of the moment.

Nearing the end of the semester you both start to grow more stressed, you about finishing your last classes, your thesis and studying for your finals, Harry about the growing pile of essays and tests waiting to be graded. A lot of the time when you’re at his place you both are busy with your own stuff and only have the chance to actually be with each other when you go to bed. It takes a toll on the both of you, but you’re determined to make it work. Despite the unfortunate nature of how you are forced to maintain your relationship, it’s the healthiest one you’ve ever head and you definitely won’t give up on it too easily.

Though you, Nat and Eden turn in your thesis works mid-April, the semester is still not done for the three of you, the final exams are threateningly close at this point. Spring has officially kicked in, the weather is mostly clear and sunny, allows you to stay outside again and you take advantage of it.

One particular afternoon the three of you are lounging under the pergola, all three of you buried in a book or your notes when you spot Harry walking towards the building. You keep your eyes on him as he slowly approaches you, his gaze meets yours and he smiles at you shortly. It’s all you can get out in the public, but it’s more than nothing.

“Isn’t it hard to see him?” Eden asks and glancing her way you see that she is looking at Harry who is now busy with his phone.

“Why would it be?”

“I don’t know, you clearly had a thing for him and it wasn’t even just a one-sided flirting like every other women had with him. I couldn’t be around him if it happened to me.”

“It’s not like anything major happened. It was all bad timing and the situation wasn’t good. It’s better this way,” you tell her, trying to sound convincing while the guilt is eating you on the inside. All these lies are clouding over your head and you have a feeling they will come down on you pouring one day.

“Still crazy that you are friends with his friends though,” Nat chimes in, squinting her eyes in the sunshine.

“Yeah, you are literally the only person on campus who gets to see him in his private life,” Eden nods. If only they knew how much you see him privately!

“It’s not that crazy,” you shrug, turning back to your book.

You all get back to work, forgetting about Harry, or at least Nat and Eden does, because you get a text from him shortly after he disappeared in the building.

Harry: You look very pretty today :)

Y/N: Flirting with me on campus, professor?

Harry: Can’t help it.

Y/N: You look handsome too, it’s a shame I can’t kiss you stupid!

Harry: Patience!

“Y/N? Did you hear what I said?” Nat grabs your attention from the phone and you realize she was talking to you.

“What? Uh, sorry.”

“I said that we should go out this weekend. It’s been ages since we last did anything other than studying.”

“I’m not sure…”

“Don’t come with your usual, rambling about how we shouldn’t have any fun before we finish,” Eden rolls her eyes.

“That’s not what I say. I just think that we have priorities.”

“I don’t know about you, but it’s a priority for me to have fun, so I’m down for a night out.

“I think I’m passing,” you mumble. You already made plans for the weekend with Harry, take a hike up the hills since the weather has been nice and it would be great to spend time together outside the house. The hiking routes are far away enough from town that uni students don’t like to take the hustle to drive all the way out so you’ll be fine being together outside.

“If you want to say that you have something planned with your mystery man, don’t even bother. If it’s not his birthday, we are overruling him,” Eden scoffs and you roll your eyes at her.

“Just go without me.”

“That’s not the same!” Nat whines. “Come on, Y/N. For once choose us!”

“That’s rude I choose you guys a lot of times!”

“Not since you’ve been spending half your life with some man and the other half in the library.”

“Yeah, we feel abandoned!” Nat pouts at you, trying to make you feel bad and in all honesty, she is succeeding.

“We can doll ourselves up, have fancy cocktails and all that, it’s gonna be fun! Come on, just one night! I can’t take another Saturday sitting in my room, reading my notes,” Eden growls and you sigh in defeat.

“Alright, I guess I’m in,” you mumble and your friends start cheering as if you just declared that men and women are going to get paid equally from now on.

You can tell Harry is bummed that you have to cancel your weekend plans, but he is also trying to be understanding.

“I couldn’t bring up a relevant argument so they made me say yes,” you growl when later that day you’re cuddling on his couch after dinner.

“S’fine,” he sighs, leaning down he pecks your lips shortly.

“Wish I could just tell them that I had plans with you,” you breathe out.

“Y/N…” “I know!” you roll your eyes. “It’s just that it would be nice if I could at least tell them the truth.”

“We already talked about this,” he sighs.

“I know, but that doesn’t change the fact that it bothers me,” you point out. “Am I not allowed to feel that way?”

“You are, I just don’t get why you keep bringing it up when there’s literally nothing I can do about it,” he retorts.

“Well there is, you just choose not to.” And with that, you officially pick another fight with him.

It’s not that you enjoy fighting with him, not at all, but the situation is so not ideal and you find his overprotectiveness a little too much at times. You don’t understand why you can’t share it with your two closest friends. You could at least tell Sarah or the other guys, have anyone know about the two of you, but literally no one on Earth knows that you are a couple and it’s bugging you way more than it probably should.

“Why are you so damn keen on making others know about us? What does that have to do with anything?” he growls throwing his hands into the air, standing in the opposite end of the room as you keep pacing the floor, the urge to keep on moving taking over you.

“Because—“ you snap, but stop yourself. You know if you say it out loud, he’ll think you’re stupid.

“Because what?!”

“Because i-it makes me feel like we are not even real! I can’t talk about us, I can’t touch you outside of this house, no one knows we are a thing and it’s so fucking nerve-wrecking, Harry!” you break down, feeling your throat closing up. You didn’t mean to get emotional over this, but you’ve been bottling it up for a while now.

Harry’s shoulder fall forward as he sees the change in you, the heat of the fight long forgotten. He crosses the room, hands reaching up to cup your face in his palms, his thumbs running across the soft skin under your eyes as he wipes the tears away.

“Baby, I know. You think I don’t want to show you off? I want to hold your hand and just take a walk with you, kiss you whenever I want to, show all the horny fratboys on campus that you’re taken. I know it’s hard, but we really don’t have a choice until the end of the semester.”

He gently kisses the tip of your nose before pulling you to his chest, your arms circle around his waist as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, trying to stop your sobs.

“I’m sorry. I really wish it was all different,” he murmurs, kissing into your hair softly.

“No, I’m sorry for bitching about this all the time. I knew what we were getting into,” you exhale sharply. “It just… really sucks.”

“It does. But we just have to be patient.”

You manage to put the fight behind and move on in peace, but a tiny thought remains buzzing in the very back of your mind. What happens when you finish school? Will it all be different? Harry will still be a professor and if people see you around together, they will know you were one of his students. What’s gonna be the difference? If he is so on edge now, something is telling you he won’t be changing dramatically and it concerns you. A lot.

Not willingly, but you go out with Nat and Eden on Saturday. You go to a place that’s quite popular between students, you can most likely always find familiar faces from lecture halls and classes. It’s close to campus and more on the cheap side, the perfect spot for uni students for a night of fun.

As expected, you run into some people from school and they invite the three of you to sit with them at their table which comes in handy, because there’s no empty place by the time you arrive.

One drink follows the other and you easily get tipsy especially because you skipped on dinner before heading out. Though you weren’t in the mood for tonight, you find yourself enjoying the conversation and the company. It really has been long since the last time you went out with the girls and it’s nice to spend some time with them without the books and notes.

A debate starts about whose course one of the boys, Jace should take next semester.

“Professor Peltz is fucking boring, dude,” Nat growls, taking a sip from her drink. “Had him last semester, I could barely stay awake during his lectures.”

“Yeah, but they say he gives good grades easily,” Jace argues.

“Okay, but who else can you choose from again?” Lydia, a girl who lived a few doors down from you when you lived in a dormitory your first year.

“Um, Professor Makley and Professor Styles.”

You freeze at the mention of Harry, especially upon hearing Lydia’s reaction.

“Jace, choose Professor Styles! He is so fucking hot!”

“Not that it matters to me, Lyd,” Jace chuckles.

“Oh come on, I know even guys think he is hot.”

You feel like an intruder in the conversation, keeping quiet as you listen to her rave about how hot she finds Harry. It’s like you are eavesdropping on something that wasn’t meant for your ears, but it’s just the guilt bubbling inside you once again, because you know you won’t be able to say a word without having to lie.

“She has a point,” another guy, Garrett chimes into the conversation. “The man is handsome and I’m not even ashamed to admit it.”

“See?” Lydia chuckles. “He is sexy and smart, the whole package. I’ve been daydreaming about him since first year.”

You catch Eden’s look, but you just busy yourself with gulping from your vodka cranberry, feeling uncomfortable in the situation but not even for the reason she thinks. Eden must think it’s weird because you had an actual thing with Harry, but the truth is… that thing is still very much ongoing.

“I would let that man do whatever he wants with me,” Lydia adds sighing longingly, and you are having a hard time to hold your tongue. Unfortunately, you don’t succeed.

“Not sure he wants anything to do with you,” you mumble into your drink and though you hoped your comment would stay unnoticed, but you are out of luck.

“You don’t know that for sure,” Lydia slyly replies, a bit too full of herself for your liking. Yes, she is pretty and definitely doesn’t have problem with guys, but she is a little too confident about Harry if you’re being honest.

“I’m sorry?” you ask with a soft, bit annoyed chuckle.

“I’m just saying that we’ll never know who he finds attractive, because we all know he keeps himself so far from his students.”

“Yeah, maybe because he is not interested in any of his students,” you point out.

“As if he would ever make a move on any of us,” she snorts and you are losing your temper. You shouldn’t have had so much to drink, because now you really can’t hold your tongue.

“You can never know, Lydia. You can’t know if he acts the way he does because he is just trying to be professional or because he is, and consider this, not interested in you. Maybe he would actually act up on his feelings but you’re just not his type.”

Your comment is more like just a harsh comeback to Lydia’s words, but Nat and Eden kind of catch on that something is up with you. Ignoring their questioning looks you chug down your drink and soon excuse yourself to get some fresh air. No surprise that they follow you like puppies.

“Girl, what was that inside?” Nat asks as the three of you stand near the entrance of the bar, a few smoking guests littering the area.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” you mumble, clearly avoiding to look at any of them, wrapping your arms around your upper body as if you were trying to keep your shit together physically.

“You snapped at Lydia for saying Professor Styles might have a thing for her,” Eden points out, but you just bite the inside of your cheeks.

“Because it was bullshit.”

“Why does that matter to you? Not that you’re together with him or something,” Nat argues and you roll your lips into your mouth, trying to keep a straight face but they know you way better than that. They gasp at the same time, Eden grabbing your forearm forcefully that makes you scowl.

“Hey! That hurts!” you whine, but she couldn’t care less.

“Are you fucking around with Professor Styles?” Nat whisper yells at you, eyes wider than ever.

“I mean… we’re not fucking around,” you mumble, looking down at your shoes as you kick the dirt around. “We’re kinda serious.”

“Holy fucking shit!” Eden snaps, drawing some attention at her and you let out an awkward chuckle at the glances the three of you get. “Are you fucking joking right now?”

“No, I am… not,” you admit, feeling a little relieved that you finally said it, but you also feel like you let Harry down with it.

“How long?” Nat questions in shock.

“Since New Year’s Eve. So… almost four months.”

“So he is the one you’ve been seeing all this time? The guy you didn’t want to talk about?”

“Um, yeah. It’s not that I didn’t want to talk about him, we just agreed that it’s safer if no one knows.”

“I’m speechless, Y/N,” Eden shakes her head in disbelief. “I can’t fucking believe you kept it from us for this long!”

“I know, I felt so shitty, but it’s such a complicated situation, it’s so risky, we don’t want it to ruin us.”

“Obviously,” Nat nods understandingly. “And now I see why you snapped so harshly at Lydia.”

“I just couldn’t stand her talking like that. You guys have no idea how hard it is to keep every fucking thought to myself.”

“Why do I have a feeling it has a little more to it than to just Lydia drooling over Harry?” Nat arches an eyebrow at you, folding her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, you’ve been oddly tensed lately,” Eden agrees.

“It’s just pretty stressful to have a secret relationship, it causes a lot of tension. And I’ve been… I’m not sure anything is going to change after I graduate, if I’m being honest.”

“What do you mean?” Nat asks.

“I just…” you sigh, all your thoughts you kept to yourself flooding back to you at once, overwhelming you in a situation that’s already a bit too much to handle. “We keep saying that it’s gonna change when I graduate, but I don’t see it. He is so overprotective and even if I graduate, people will find out that I was once his student. And it might not be against the rules anymore, but we’ll be judged. I didn’t think it through before, but it’s now starting to be more and more clear for me and I just… don’t know if we can make it work.”

You feel the tears forming in your eyes, you’ve been keeping this to yourself for way too long now and saying it out loud just broke the dam. When Nat and Eden sees your lips trembling and the watery eyes you’re trying to blink away, they don’t hesitate to pull you into a tight hug.

“Aw, don’t cry! It makes me want to cry too!” Nat chuckles softly as they sandwich you between them.

“It just sucks so much, because I love him, but I feel like we met at the wrong time and place,” you sob, letting them crush you.

“It happens, baby. It happens. You’ll figure it out!” Eden kisses your forehead before they let go of you. “Want to go home?”

“It’s still early, don’t want to kill the party. I think I’ll just… head over to Harry’s for now. Is that okay?”

“Of course, do whatever makes you feel better,” Nat assures you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry I was such a party pooper.”

You call yourself an Uber and text Harry that you are going over. Twenty minutes later you are walking up the stairs to his house and he opens the front door before you could even reach for the doorknob.

“Hey, baby,” he breathes out softly and you don’t say a word, just wrap your arms around his waist, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “Hey, what happened? Didn’t have a good time with your friends?” He delicately caresses your hair, walking the two of you inside so he can close the door before wrapping both his arms around you, holding you close to his chest.

“Don’t really want to talk about it,” you mumble and it’s the truth. You’re tired of these thoughts though you know you should talk to him about how you’ve been feeling about the two of you lately. Part of you is hoping something will just magically solve the whole situation and you won’t have to deal with it yourself.

Harry makes you a tea while you take a shower and once you are both in bed, you cuddle to his side while he reads some. You are just genuinely enjoying his closeness, because despite everything that’s been haunting you in connection with Harry, you really love this man. Like no one else before and the possibility of the two of you not making it long term scares you more than it probably should.

The next few weeks come and go in a sense of numbness. Following your emotional breakdown in front of the bar, you kind of push the whole thing to the back of your mind once again, putting all your focus on finishing school. Neither you nor Harry has the energy to put up more fights though you both can feel there’s a lot to talk about, but the end of the semester is just keeping you both way too busy to acknowledge the problems waiting on the corner.

At least there’s one less weight on your shoulders now that Nat and Eden know about you and Harry. You made them swear to their life they won’t tell anyone and you trust them to keep this heavy secret. They’ve been very supportive of the two of you, interrogated you one evening about everything that happened so far, they wanted to make sure Harry treats you the right way. No surprise, he does.

A few weeks before your state exam Harry extends his contract with the school to have him as a professor for another academic year so he is able to keep his visa as well.

You spend your last two weeks buried in your notes before your state exam and Harry gives you all the time and space you need, knowing well how much it means to you to earn the best grade possible.

When you are finally over your exam, you are celebrating at his place. He has bought a little cake and some champagne and you can’t wait to finally spend some time with him without having to worry about your studies.

“I’m proud of you, baby,” he smiles at you, clinking his glass against yours.

“Thank you, feels nice to be finally free,” you chuckle before taking a sip from the champagne.

“My smart girl, knew you’d kill all your exams.” He kisses your lips shortly before squeezing your hand. “How about I run a bath for us, we eat the cake in the tub and then we can watch a movie?”

“Sounds fantastic,” you smile at him before he disappears in the bathroom to get everything ready.

Finishing your champagne you wash the glass quickly and you’re about to cut the cake when your phone buzzes signaling that you’ve just gotten an email. As pull down the notification bar your lips part reading the first few lines. You open the whole thing and read through it eagerly.

It’s a job offer, but not just some lame one that also sounds sketchy at the same time. This one is from one of the biggest investigation offices in London and they are offering you a trainee position as a forensic document examiner with a possible secured spot on their team after one year. The money sounds amazing, the position is perfect, just what you’ve been dreaming of once you are done with school and they are looking forward to hear back from you about a possible interview in the near future.

“Alright, bath is coming together nicely, want to cut the ca—Wha’s up?” Harry questions upon returning from the bathroom, finding you staring at your phone’s screen with widened eyes.

“I, uhh—I just got a… a job offer,” you stutter, still rereading the lines, trying to find a sign that tells you it’s just a joke, but it seems completely genuine.

“What? Baby, that’s amazing!”

“Yeah,” you nod swallowing hard before you look up at him. “It’s in London.”

You watch his face fall from excited and happy to shocked and kind of panicky. You both know what that means, it doesn’t have to be said out loud. Harry just signed another year with the university that’s gonna tie him here for the next 12 months and if you accept the job you’ll be all the way across the world in the UK. Kind of ironic, him, the British guy stuck in the States while you, the American in the relationship, eager to go to the UK.

“That’s… wow. London.”

“Yeah, London,” you nod biting the inside of your cheeks.

“Are you… Are you gonna take it?”

“Well, they want an interview with me, but this is clearly a huge opportunity for me,” you say, not wanting to say the actual words. You feel like saying them would hit you harder than what you can take.

“It clearly is, it’s just that… You want to leave?” he breathes out, eyebrows knitting together.

“This is my only job offer and probably the best I’ll ever get.”

“So you do want to leave,” he forces and it’s pushing your limits.

“Career-wise, of course!” you finally say out loud, unwillingly.

“And what about everything else?”

“I clearly don’t want to leave everything else here, but I will never get a chance like this, Harry. This is the greatest push for someone like me, fresh out of school. I can have a secured spot in a year at a well-respected place. I’m not really in the position to reject offers like this.”

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair, clearly unsure about what to do or say in the situation on his hand. You can tell he has a lot to say, but you’re not sure you want to hear all of them.

“Say something?” you softly plead and his eyes meet yours again, filled with concern.

“I just… It took me by surprise, I guess.”

“I wasn’t expecting it either.”

“No, not the job offer,” he shakes his head.

“Then what?”

“That you are ready to leave so easily. It’s like you never even wanted to discuss a version where you stay here, you just decided that you are leaving and that’s it.”

“Did you hear me? I cannot pass on this opportunity, Harry.”

“I did hear you,” he nods, pressing his lips together. “I heard that you didn’t even think about saying no.”

“Why would I say no?”

“Because I’m here, Y/N!” he snaps. “Good to know that I’m not a factor when it comes to decisions as big as leaving the country!”

“You are, Harry, but I need to think about my future career now. I’m not planning to work at an office for the rest of my life and if I pass on this job I might never get anything as good as this one,” you explain, but it seems like the two of you are having two different conversations.

“But why do I feel like it was never an option for you to stay?”

You give him a confused look. He really doesn’t see your point.

“Okay, why was only I supposed to change plans for us? You coming to London doesn’t feel like an option either, why are you trying to turn this against me?”

“I just extended my contract, you know that.”

“I do, and also, while we are at it, you didn’t ask me about that either. You didn’t even wait for me to figure out what I want to do after school, you just assumed that I would be here, but I never said that.” You can tell it hit him hard in the chest but somehow still, he thinks he is right when he isn’t.

“How could have I known you’d want to move across the globe?” he throws his hands up into the air.

“You’re saying this as if I didn’t just get the email and I’ve been plotting this the whole fucking time!”

“I’m just saying that it’s a huge fucking step and you decided so easily, it says a lot about the nature of our relationship.”

“Why are you saying that?!” you snap at him. “Why are you trying to make me the bad guy?”

“I’m not! I’m just saying that it would have been nice if you at least pretended like it was up for debate. You know what it’ll do to us if you move to London.”

“Then come with me!”

“I can’t!” He raises his voice, clearly losing his temper. “I can’t break my contract and you know that too.”

“Well, I can’t afford to say no to the job either and if I’m being honest, I don’t think we could have made it work even if I stayed.” The words leave your mouth before you could think about them, and the cat is finally out of the bag. It seemingly shocked Harry and he is now staring at you with a blank expression, shoulders falling forward.

“What?” he breathes out and you can actually hear his heart breaking. You take a deep breath and rub your face with your palms, trying to collect your thoughts and not just blurt everything out.

“I’ve been thinking and… Even after I’m officially out of the school, people will know that I was your student if they see us together. And I know how important your reputation is for you so I would never put you through any of the shit we might get for us being together. People would judge, no matter what the situation is. I don’t… I just don’t think we can ever make it work here.”

He stays silent, just stares at you, taking in your words and once again, you wish you could read his mind. You almost start begging him to say something when he finally speaks up.

“So you think we don’t have a chance?”

“Not here… maybe not now. I feel like this has been the perfect example of wrong place, wrong time,” you quietly say, a pang of guilt in your tone, this is not how you planned on making this conversation. To be honest, you wished this never had to come, but you were out of luck.

Harry is awfully silent, it’s all over his face how broken he is and you feel the same. You have so much love for this man, yet fate decided you don’t get to share it with him the way you want.

Walking closer you cup his face in your palms, searching for his eyes until his green irises meet your gaze. You run your thumb across his cheekbones, the pads of your fingers gliding softly over the soft skin. His hands slowly find their way to your waist and he pulls you close to him as you kiss him tenderly, a silent confession about just how much you love him.

“I wanted this to work. I wanted this so badly,” he whispers against your lips, his fingers digging into your back as he keeps you tight in his hold.

“I know. Me too,” you smile at him bitterly.

The rest of the evening passes by silently. You take a bath together, finish the cake anyway though even the sweetness can’t help the pain you both feel. Then you lie in bed for hours, just touching and feeling each other, making the best out of the time you have left. It’s unsaid, but you both know your days together are coming to a close end. Kisses and touches turn into some passionate love making, both of you desperate to feel as close to each other as possible and then you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

If you’re being honest, it’s all a blur following that night. You fix up an interview with London a few days later and they are not shying out of telling you straightforward that they want you there, the job is yours. You have one last short conversation with Harry about you leaving, but it’s more like just a confirmation that yes, it is going to happen and that leaves you with only a few weeks left together before you are packing up to leave the country.

You spend every possible free minute together until graduation where you finally get your degree. Your whole family comes and they cheer on you proudly, Harry standing in the crowd a little farther in the back, but still with a proud smile, a hint of gloominess in his beautiful green eyes. A week later you officially move out of your shared apartment with the girls, it’s a sobbing goodbye since all three of you are leaving in different directions following your graduation. You spend your last two weeks before your departure at home, spending as much time with your family as possible since you won’t be able to see them too often once you leave. Though your mom is dying to take you to the airport to say her final goodbye, you decided to give that time to Harry. He said he would drive to your hometown, pick you up and take you to the airport and you already know it’s gonna turn you into an emotional mess.

Leaving everything behind is hard, but having to say goodbye to Harry is the worst. It’s been a whole emotional rollercoaster for the both of you to get to this point and neither of you are ready to say goodbye, but this is what needs to happen.

That morning, you hug your parents, sister and brother tightly after you load Harry’s car with your two huge suitcases that have your whole life packed in them. You asked your family not to ask any questions about Harry and luckily, they kept quiet the whole time he was there, just treating him as a friend. You couldn’t take having to explain to them who he really is and how you met him, that’s gonna be another conversation for the future when you don’t feel like you’re about to start crying the moment you open your mouth.

The ride to the airport is silent, Harry holds your hand, your glued together palms lying on your lap the whole time. You haven’t even left but you already miss him so much.

Arriving he helps you bring all your stuff inside and patiently waits until you check your baggage in, leaving you with just your carry-on. Standing near the security check, the final moment finally comes and as soon as you look into his eyes you start bawling your eyes out.

“Oh baby, come ‘ere,” he breathes out, pulling you into his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I told you we would make everything right, but I couldn’t,” you sob into his chest as he holds you tight. You feel like if he let go of you, you’d just turn into a puddle at his feet.

“It wasn’t your fault,” he soothes you, his fingers threading through your hair.

“But it feels like it was,” you choke out. Harry leans back and takes your puffy cheeks between his warm palms, looking deep into your eyes.

“It wasn’t. As you said, it was just a matter of wrong time and place. But I think we brought the best out of it.”

“So… you don’t regret it?” you softly ask, eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“Absolutely not,” he smiles at you kindly. “I loved every moment of it. And I love you.” You notice how he didn’t use past tense when he said he loves you and you can’t decide if it aches your heart more or fills you with joy. A little bit both of them.

“I love you too,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his, savoring them one last time before you leave everything behind.

“Maybe we’ll meet again,” he smiles sweetly when he pulls back, tugging your hair behind your ear with a gentle move.

“I really hope,” you chuckle through your tears. “Take care, Harry,” you tell him, pecking his lips just once more.

“You too, baby,” he smiles, his hands falling to his sides as he lets go of you.

Turning around you walk into security and as you go with the line towards the gates, you glance back one last time. Harry is standing in the exact same spot, eyes glued to you as he watches you disappear from his sight.

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It feels like the meeting is never coming to its end. You exchange a look with Jasmine, who seems just as tired and done with this two hours long discussion as you are. She grabs her phone from the table and you watch her something type out before she eyes at your device, signaling that she just texted you.

Jas: I need alcohol after this day. Want to have a drink with me after work?

Y/N: YES PLEASE!!!!!!!

You see her smile at her screen before both of you return to your boss at the front, talking about a possible upcoming case.

“And last but not least, I want to take a moment to bring light to the excellent work Y/N, our new full-time colleague did on the Santiago case. The police were highly satisfied with the fast and precise work you did. This was your first official case since you’ve decided to accept our offer to become a full member of our team and transferred from your position as a trainee. Congrats!” William, your boss nods in your way with a proud smile as a round of applause cheers for you from your colleagues.

“You go girl!” Jasmine mouths you from across the table and you just chuckle shaking your head.

The meeting finally wraps up and everyone goes on with their day. You are walking back to your office with Jasmine by your side. Your offices are next to each other and you started working here just three weeks apart. She is the same age as you and was approached the same way as well, it’s just that she moved all the way from Australia. The two of you have grown quite close, starting a new life at the same time in a foreign country, it easily brought you together.

“So are we leaving early for those drinks or what?” she asks poking your side.

“How early?”

“I don’t know, like fifteen minutes? Come on, it’s Friday, everyone leaves early!” You shake your head chuckling at her. She can be so restless sometimes, but it’s just the right amount that she can push you out of the comfort zone just enough.

“Alright.”

“Cool, I’ll come banging on your door,” she winks at you before disappearing for her usual coffee break.

It’s two in the afternoon, you still have a few hours ahead of you and some caffeine sounds perfect actually. Though the coffee at the office is excellent, you’ve grown to like this small place nearby, a family owned business that offers the best you’ve ever had.

You grab your bag from your office and head out for a quick coffee run. The walk to the café is freshening, the weather has been treating you well lately, the Sun is beaming and you can only hope you won’t wake up to pouring rain the next morning.

You think back to how lost you were feeling just a year ago, when all of this around you were so new and a little too much at once. One month into your time in London you even thought about quitting and moving back home. You felt alone and broken, yearning after everything you left behind. Your friends, family, loved ones, everything that was so far away from you.

It took you long weeks, even months to get used to your new life and now you can’t even imagine yourself anywhere else. It doesn’t miss you don’t miss terribly the life you had still, but now you have a lot to be happy about here as well.

Waiting at a crossroad, you find yourself twirling around the strawberry ring on your finger, your thumb fidgeting with it like every time you think about your home. You glance down at it and take a deep breath before the lamp turns green and you continue your walk to the café.

It’s not rush hours so there are only a few people lingering around the small place. You don’t have to think about what you are getting, James, the barista already knows your usual and starts making it right away as you swipe your card paying your drink.

You stand at the side, waiting for your coffee, staring out the window, watching people pass by on this lovely afternoon. Your gaze stops on an old lady sitting on a nearby bench, feeding a group of pigeons and you smile as a little girl runs through the birds, making them fly away instantly. The old lady just smiles at the girl, not holding a grudge that she just scared the birds away.

Your eyes move away, watching businessmen come and go, kids going home from school, wearing their school uniforms, everything just feels so… peaceful.

You are almost about to turn away from the window when your gaze falls on a tall figure near the Sainsbury’s across the road and your lips part as you catch a glimpse of a tattooed arm you know all too well. You blink once, twice, three times, waiting for your eyes to make sure it’s the person you think it is.

Harry is standing right there, holding a little bag of groceries, eyes glued to the screen of his phone, oblivious to your shocked gaze on him. Your feet move before your brain could think it through, they take you out of the café and you stand in the middle of the sidewalk as you call out for him.

“Harry!”

His head snaps up at his name, eyes looking around, searching for the source before they finally find you, a shocked, but seemingly joyful expression plastering over his handsome face. He is quick to shove his phone into his pocket before he watches both ways and runs across the road to meet you on the other side. You can’t push your smile down as you watch him approach you, his tall, fit figure getting closer and closer until he is standing right in front of you, watching you in awe.

“Hey,” he breathes out, both of you a little unsure of what to do, how to greet each other.

It’s been months since you last talked. After your departure you kept in contact, you couldn’t just distance yourself from him so abruptly, but the thousands of miles between the two of you made it almost impossible to maintain a working connection, the time zones, all the work you both were buried under and just life itself made you drift away from each other.

But he is now standing in front of you and though he looks slightly different, he is still the Harry you know and love. He is your Harry.

“What… what are you doing here?” you ask, finally finding your voice.

“Did you forget I’m British?” you teases you and you roll your eyes.

“I mean, are you visiting family or something?”

“I uhh…” he glances down at his feet before his eyes meet yours again. “I’m actually back.”

“What do you mean?”

“My contract ended in July and I didn’t… I didn’t extend it. I came back a few weeks ago.”

Your lips part at the information. Harry is in London, he is now in the same city as you, for the first time in a whole year.

“Really? That’s… wow.” There’s too much you want to tell and ask him, yet you stand there, blinking at him, still lost in the feeling of seeing him for the first time again.

“I actually wanted to contact you when I got back, but I wasn’t… I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about that,” he admits with a nervous chuckle and your eyes soften over him.

“What do you mean? I would have loved it if you called.”

“It’s just that we haven’t talked in a while and I didn’t know… I didn’t know where you’re standing about me.”

“Well, seems like fate did it for you,” you smile at him warmly. “I would love to catch up. I have to head back to work now, but maybe later?”

“What about after work? When are you getting off?”

“I finish at 5.”

“I can meet you at your work if you text me the address.”

“That would be great,” you nod smiling. “My number is still the same, so you’ll know it’s me.”

“Great,” he nods, the corners of his mouth curling up in a boyish smirk. You are just now realizing how much you’ve missed him.

“I, um…” You’re trying to find the right words, still feeling overwhelmed about the sudden run-in, but at last you decide to go for a hug.

Your arms wrap around his waist, he hesitates for a moment before wrapping you in his tight embrace, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. A shiver runs down your spine as the sense of home washes over you all at once, the warmth of Harry’s body making your heart flutter. Unfortunately, the moment must come to an end. His arms fall from around you, just like they did at the airport when you said goodbye to each other over a year ago.

“I’ll… see you later then,” he smiles as you are backing towards the entrance of the café.

“Yeah, later,” you nod and turning around you walk inside.

Arriving back to the office you drop by Jasmine’s office to tell her that you have to postpone your plans after work.

“What is more important than getting drunk with me?” she gasps dramatically.

“I ran into… I met Harry,” you tell her. You told her all about Harry one evening when you were out, just a few months into your stay. It was one of those days when you were feeling extremely homesick, or maybe you just missed him terribly.

“What? Your professor ex?” she asks with widened eyes.

“Yeah.”

“Okay, you are forgiven. Go and get the man back!”

“What?” you chuckle. “We just met after a year, how do you know I want him back? Maybe I just want to catch up with him,” you say, but it’s an obvious and blatant lie and you both know that. Jasmine gives you a look.

“Please, you are still so obviously in love with the man, don’t even try to convince me otherwise.”

You don’t protest, just bite into your bottom lip. You really are in love with him, or the version you knew a year ago. He could be an entirely different person now so you can’t be sure if your feelings are the same about the man you met today.

“Have fun with him and then tell me all about it after, okay?” she beams and you just nod, leaving her to finish her work.

As time is slowly passing by you find yourself growing nervous about seeing Harry. That short little conversation on the street was not enough to calm your nerves. What is he like now? Is he the same? Does he have new hobbies? Is he as happy to see you as you are to see him? What will he think of you? What if he doesn’t like you after all this time?

You try to push the questions to the back of your mind, not wanting to overwhelm yourself too much to the point where you chicken out of seeing him. When you’re on your way down following his text that he is waiting for you in front of the building, you are trying to keep yourself together and remind yourself that it’s just Harry, he might be a little different, but he is still kind of the same.

Luckily, the moment you spot him waiting a few feet away from the entrance, you forget about everything else, he is the only one to exist. He envelopes you in a hug when you arrive, smiling at you warmly.

“Hi, ready to go?” he kindly asks and you nod.

You settle for a nearby bar you’ve actually been to with Jasmine before. Harry insists on paying for the first round of drinks as the two of you settle in a secluded booth at the back. When he is standing at the bar you catch yourself watching him in awe. The situation is quite odd, could have never happened probably back home, the two of you casually out for a drink.

“What’s gotten you so smiley?” he asks upon returning, sitting across you.

“I was just thinking how this is the first time we are out, just the two of us.”

Harry smiles softly, probably appreciating it just the same.

The next couple of hours you both try to share anything and everything that has happened in the past year. He tells you about his last year as a professor and him not extending his contact. Coming back to London he has joined a research group for a marketing company, using his excellent knowledge to analyze human behavior in connection with different type of ads.

“It’s a lot different from being a college professor ain’t it?” you tease him and he nods chuckling.

“Guess I wanted some change. But it’s been nice, I enjoy doing a lot of research and experiments.”

Then you tell him about your time as a forensic document examiner, all the different cases you worked on and how it has been, living in London on your own. He listens to your tales about everything you’ve done with Jasmine, the concerts and karaoke bars you’ve been to and just generally your life overseas.

“Sounds like you’ve found your place, then,” he says smiling softly.

“I guess. Wasn’t an easy transition, but I’m feeling good now,” you nod. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss my past,” you add.

His eyes wander down to your hands that are fidgeting with your almost empty glass. You see how they stop over the ring and he seems surprised as he reaches out, takes your hand in his and runs his thumb over the little strawberries.

“You’re still wearing the ring,” he states.

“Of course,” you smile and when he is about to let go of your hand, you grab it and hold it, needing to feel his touch.

You wanted to run back home so many times because you were missing him too badly, missed his voice, his eyes, his touch, everything and now, out of nowhere, he is here with you again, far away from the place where it all started and had to end for a while, still making you feel like home, no matter where you are.

At one point, you move to sit beside him in the booth. You just keep sharing and sharing even things you’ve talked about on the phone before. You’re just soaking each other in. His arm soon moves around your shoulders and you gladly lean into his side, placing a hand to his thigh, sparkles running through your body.

“I love this,” you hum to yourself upon finishing your last drink.

“Love what?”

“Being out with you without a worry. I always dreamt of this and it’s just… so natural. I wish we got to experience it before.”

“As you said, that was a wrong time and place. Wasn’t our fault.”

You lift your head, eyes meeting his curious green irises as he smiles down at you kindly. You’ve missed that smile, it still makes your heart skip a beat, just like at the beginning.

“And do you think it’s the right time and place now?” you prompt the question.

“It’s definitely… better,” he chuckles softly. “Unless you are seeing someone, because now would be the best time to tell me.”

“I’m not,” you shake your head smirking. “Tried to go on dates, but truth is… none of them were you. I gave up after a few terrible attempts.”

“I didn’t even try,” he shyly smiles. “I just… knew no one would make me as happy as you did. As you always do.”

Pushing yourself up a bit, you rest your forehead against his as he closes his eyes, his arm around your shoulder tightens and his other hand rests on your thigh, pulling you closer. Your palm slides up his chest and neck until you’re cupping his cheek. You place a soft lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth, testing the waters out, seeing how he reacts though nothing that happened tonight tells you he wants to keep his distance.

He moves his face, nose nudging against you before his lips find yours in a kiss you’ve been longing for since you left him behind at the airport over a year ago. Your fingers lace through his hair, pulling him towards you as if he could escape from your hold any moment, but he is definitely here to stay. Your lips clash again and again, savoring each other, eagerly trying to make up for the time you lost since your departure. You melt into his arms, moving your legs across his lap as he pulls you to his lap in the booth, partially hidden from the rest of the bar, wrapped up in your little bubble. He tastes like home, his kisses feel like the first warm rays of sunshine after a long and cold winter, the only thing you couldn’t really get yourself over this whole year. Because you’ve become good at pushing your feelings down to the point where you could easily carry on, but he was always in the corner of your mind, making you wonder if you’ll ever meet again and if you do, will it be the same as before?

It’s not, because it’s better. The burdens and banters that tied you both down a year ago are now long gone, you have all the time and space in the world, nothing is restricting you. You can touch him and kiss him whenever and wherever you want. There’s no more sneaking around, no one here knows who you are and who Harry used to me to you. Here, you’re just another lovesick couple, so into each other it’s almost insane.

When he pulls back his forehead stays rested against yours as you both are trying to catch your breath. His hand runs up and down your thigh, the warmth of his palm melting your body under his soft touch.

“I love you,” he breathes out, eyes meeting yours.

“You still do?” you ask with a small smile, heart beating in your throat.

“I never stopped loving you,” he admits and you let out a shaky breath, pulling him down for a short kiss.

“Not even when I was an ocean away from you?”

“No,” he chuckles shaking his head. “If that’s possible, I loved you even more when you were away. I realized how much you mean to me and I could only hope you weren’t moving on without me.”

“I could never,” you smile at him softly. “I love you too much to do that.”

“You have no idea how much I missed you say that,” he breathes out with a soft chuckle and you kiss his lips shortly, assuring him that you feel the same way. “So… are we going to try again?”

“Do you want to?”

“There’s nothing I want more, baby,” he truthfully admits, his gaze softening at you as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Do you want to?”

“Of course,” you smile at him widely. “I think it’s settled.”

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