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0nlythrowharrybeaux · 2 years

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Unavailable**

Y/N has a very specific preference for unavailable/inappropriate people and Harry is her therapist who is supposed to help her work through this.

WC: 12.8K

WARNINGS: 18+ (I beg of you minors, DNI), DARK HARRY, therapist x client, inappropriate relationships, attraction to unavailable people, manipulation, aggressive sexual advances (dubccon kink), pain kink, degradation.

Tagged: @victoria-styles @gurugirl @janelikemaryyy

Y/N wasn’t sure why…but she had a streak. A pattern if you will for going after unavailable men. Something about being noticed by someone who was supposedly so committed to another, it was gratifying to watch their eyes lust over at the sight of her. But then on the other side of that she was constantly riddled with guilt over her trysts. Y/N was only 19 the first time she gave into to her temptation; that was also when her mother discovered Y/N’s inappropriate preference in romantic partners because Y/N’s co-worker’s girlfriend showed up at their house one night in hysterics because her boyfriend admitted to her that he’d been hooking up with Y/N. She went off and rightfully so, Y/N had burning red cheeks and a bloody nose to show for her mistakes. She didn’t fight back because she deserved it.

After that, her mom kept a close eye on her. But obviously, the things she did were done in private. Her latest lover was her mom’s best friend’s husband, Christopher. Christopher was a lawyer, he was in his early 50’s, and he was the kind of man that she grew up calling “uncle”, always was fun and caring, kind, and protective of her. She wasn’t sure what flipped the switch for her to notice and want him, but she got involved with him because she could and it made her feel good about herself, or at least that’s what she would tell herself in the heat of the moment.

She remembers the first time they hooked up. He had been so hesitant and declining her flirtations when she pushed him back into the bathroom after he’d just stepped out if it. He was so nervous, but she sweet-talked him as her hand trailed down his body and groped at his cock until he was hard as a rock. Chris soon found that he couldn’t resist a 22-year old girl who was just desperate and eager to make him come. And after that they started seeing each other and they’d been hooking up for nearly four months, that was the longest she’d ever actually been with someone. Her conquests were not typically long term and few and far between - five actually, she’d only slept with five guys since she was 19. Either way, when Y/N’s mom caught them fucking in his car she dragged Y/N out by her hair, gave her a few slaps and told Chris that if he ever laid eyes on Y/N again that she would tell Candice - her best friend, his wife.

Y/N’s mom didn’t understand what was wrong with Y/N and the next morning she told her that if she wanted to remain a part of their family that she needed to get help. Y/N agreed, thinking that maybe she could see a therapist or something to figure out why she had this inherent need to seek out unavailable people, but then Y/N’s mom pulled out a packet of printed pages and told her that she was going to an in-patient facility for addicts. She was convinced that Y/N was a sex addict and probably a drug addict because “no normal, respectable person behaves the way you do” and a week later she had been shipped off.

That’s how she had ended up at New Beginnings: In-Patient Treatment Center. And much to her pleasure, how she ended up in front of the hottest man she had ever seen. Sure, she didn’t know if he was single or taken, but the fact that this man standing before her was her therapist made him a temptation. What could be more dangerous than seducing your therapist? It was wrong and inappropriate and that made in unavailable enough to pique her interest.

“Y/N, right?” He smiled at her calmly and she nodded, “Come in, take a seat, anywhere you’d like.” He greeted before closing his office door, he was British. Fun.The decor in his office was homey and inviting, she opted for sitting on the couch so that she could bring her legs up and lay one of the many throw pillows on it into her lap. He then proceeded to sit across from her and took her in for a moment before introducing himself. “I’m Dr. Harry Styles. You can call me Harry or Dr. Styles, whatever you feel most comfortable with.” He said and she glanced up at him, mesmerized by his pretty green eyes and his kind smile was comforting. How could someone be hot and adorable at the same time? It baffled her.

“Hi.” She said.

“Hi, again.” He responded with a smile before looking down at the chart he had in his hands, “I will begin by stating that I’m the therapist assigned to you during your stay at New Beginnings. Of course if we have… irreconcilable differences,” he grinned, “I have no problem referring you to another clinician if that’s what you choose. I have over 10 years of experience in the mental health field, four years specifically treating addictions…” he then went on to talk to her about all of the ethical duties, confidentiality policies, and whatnot. She just nodded along when he’d ask if she understood, which she fully did, “So now that we’ve got that out of a the way, tell me a little bit about yourself.”

“Ummm… I’m 22. I…like dogs?” She shrugged awkwardly, “And music? I ummm… I don’t know, what do you want to know?” She sniggered uncomfortably and his neutral expression didn’t change when her eyes met his.

“What’s your favorite dog breed?” He asked and she smiled at that. Choosing to start somewhere comfortable for her.

“I have a top 3 actually, in no particular order-” she said looking at him to make sure he understood that, “Dachshunds, Borzois, and Scottish terriers.” She said and he smiled.

“I like dachshunds and scotties, what’s a borzoi?” He asked with a confused smile and she reciprocated the friendly gesture.

“Those dogs with ridiculously long snouts, look a little like the squirrel from Ice Age?” She said and he chuckled.

“Oh! Those guys, yeah I can see the appeal.” He said and she nodded with a smile, “Apart from your distinguished taste in dog breeds,” he said and she rolled her eyes playfully, “What more is there to you?”

“Ummm, like what?”

“Like, how would you describe yourself?” He asked and she shrugged before looking down at her fingers that scratched at the pillow in her lap, “Throw out a few words for me.” He encouraged. Well, when he said it like that she would definitely cooperate.

“Ummm…Independent. Smart. Tenacious. Incorrigible, or so I’ve been told.” She smiled to herself before looking up at him and he grinned as well before his smile dropped and he looked deep into her eyes, almost as if he was trying to figure her out just through the eye contact they held. It made her nervous so she looked away. She wasn’t easily intimidated by people, but he did the trick.

“And why are you here, Y/N?” He asked her more seriously.

“Well, it was on my schedule for today so…”

“Don’t be a smart ass with me.” He said and she looked up at him right away, the serious look on his face morphed into a smirk and she scoffed, annoyed that she fell for his trick, “So tell me, honestly, why do you think you’re here, Y/N?”

“I don’t know.” She said honestly with a shrug.

“So you being admitted here has nothing to do with your sex addiction then?” He asked and she laughed softly and shook her head. Here we go.

“I’m not a sex addict.” She said with a sigh, her eyes not daring to meet his and he glanced down at his file of her.

“That’s what your file says as the reason that you were admitted.” He challenged her.

“My file probably also says that my family believes I have a drug addiction but they made me pee in a cup and drew my blood yesterday when I got here and you’ll find that I’m perfectly clean so whatever is in that file is bullshit.” She said defensively, finally looking in his eyes with irritation and he sighed.

“I’m going to ask you some questions, they may be uncomfortable but I will need you to answer as honestly and accurately as possible.” He said and she frowned. Just as she was starting to like him…

“You don’t believe me?” She asked with creased in brows and a frown on her face.

“It’s not a matter of what I believe, Y/N. It’s a matter of confirming the diagnosis so that I know how to treat you from this point forward.” He explained, “It’s nothing personal, we just need to get through this bit today, alright?” He asked and she sighed.

“Fine.” Y/N huffed.

He then proceeded to ask her questions about her thoughts about sex, her behaviors, how often and how many times she masturbated in a day, in a week. How many people she had slept with and how often she had sex or engaged in sexual behaviors with a partner. Did she feel that her sexual impulses were too great for her to control. Did she only seek sex for orgasm/physical pleasure or did she also enjoy intimacy with partners. Had she ever gone out of her way or done something risky and extreme just to have sex or to obtain sexual gratification. How did she feel before and after she had sex. Did she feel that her sexual impulses, preferences, and behaviors were normal. She wasn’t sure what to make of her responses because the whole time his brows were knitted together as he nodded at her response before writing it down in his fucking notebook. He then asked her similar questions but having to do with drugs. These questions went on for about 15 minutes after he wrote the last thing down in the notebook she sighed.

“So what’s the diagnosis, doc?” She asked, feeling a bit nervous to hear his response. Maybe she was a perverted freak and this whole time she thought she was normal. It made her feel nervous and insecure as he glanced up at her from his notebook.

“Well you’re certainly not a drug addict.” He said and she rolled her eyes, of course not, “But the sex addict part, that’s also not a real psychological disorder, by the way. We would categorize it under an impulse control type of disorder or behavioral. But just from what I’ve heard now, I think it’s worth taking a little bit of a deeper look at. I’m not saying that you have these sexual impulse control issues, but there are somethings that I would like to unpack before labeling your sexual behaviors as deviant.” He explained thoroughly.

“Deviant?” She frowned, feeling completely disgusted with herself the second he said the word. Harry saw the way she completely deflated and recoiled once he said that.

“Deviant is just the psychological term we use to describe anything other than baseline or “normal”,” he signaled with air quotations, “There’s like an unspoken principle in psychology that we call the 4 D’s, they’re the things we look at to assess whether psychological intervention is necessary. They’re deviance, distress, dysfunction, and danger. Typically, if we assess that the behavior of concern breaches into any of these categories we would then recommend getting professional help.” He explained and that disarmed her a bit, he watched the tension slightly leave her frame, “That’s what a lot of the questions I asked you help me figure out. I know that, that was intense and intrusive, so I apologize if you feel uncomfortable or-”

“It’s cool, thank you for explaining. And I mean, I don’t mind talking about sex.” She said just to reassure him that she was OK, she had just never been asked for so much detail before. When he quickly jotted that down in his notebook she felt a tidal wave of insecurity drown her all over again. After a moment of silence as he finished writing he cleared his throat.

“Y/N, I’d like to see you three times a week to start and have you attend two groups a week.” He informed her. “I will look over your schedule and find some free times and add our appointments to your schedule. Do you prefer mornings or evenings?” He asked.

“Evenings. You won’t get much more than an attitude from me in the mornings.” She huffed out a little chuckle and he grinned, the tension breaking.

“I’m sure I can help you work on that.” He said with a chuckle and she smiled. He wasn’t so bad, but also, the therapy hadn’t really started yet, so maybe she’d grow to hate him. Or maybe she’d end up liking him, he didn’t seem so bad. And maybe, just maybe, he’d end up liking her too. “Well, that’s it for today. You’re free to go.” He smiled up at her and she nodded and got off the couch and left his office.

************

Y/N had been a challenge for Harry to say the least. She was charismatic and talkative up until he’d get into the nitty-gritty stuff in session. Suddenly it was like she forgot how to speak and she would just shut down. The first time it happened Harry informed her that he didn’t mind silence, he could sit there in the silence for the remainder of their session if she so chose. They practically did that first time up until the last ten minutes of the session when she then asked him a question. He was surprised by her resolve. Sure, the whole time she didn’t make any eye contact with him, but she was a headstrong little thing. She had described herself as tenacious if he recalled correctly.

After that first week he decided that he needed to change his approach, he needed to regain control of the relationship. Going into that second week he adopted a more professional and direct approach to her and then the insecurities started bleeding through. The moment he no longer seemed approachable and friendly she became more cooperative. She had an innate tendency to be in good favor with him, and he was sure with others too. He wasn’t cold or mean, but he cut out the filler chit-chat he normally engaged in with his patients. His extent of “ice-breaking” was asking how her day had been and then he’d jump into the session.

He could see by their third session that week that his change to their interactions was causing her distress. Distress wasn’t always a bad thing, but as a psychologist it’s within the code of ethics that they should not cause harm to a patient, whether that be physical, psychological, or emotional harm, it could ruin a person. So he needed to tread carefully with this. During their third and final appointment during that second week he added in a little bit more of a personal touch; after she confirmed that she had a good day he asked her what about it made it good and he watched her light up at the tiniest morsel of extra attention he gave her and she was even more cooperative this time around. She finally talked about her home life when he asked.

“So you would say that you and your mother don’t get along?”

“It’s not that we don’t get along…” she sighed, “I don’t think she gets me. All my life I was this perfect little princess up until I-” she stopped herself and his eyebrows creased, “until suddenly I wasn’t and she just… never trusted me again. She just saw me as someone disappointing and dirty.” She frowned.

“Does that have to do with why you were admitted here?” He asked and she swallowed hard but nodded shamefully, “It’s something to do with why she believes you have a sex addiction.”

“Yes.” She confirmed.

“Do you want to tell me what it is?” He asked and she sighed. She felt conflicted because on one hand if she admitted this and was able to stop carrying around the weight of the guilt on her chest it could feel great. But what if her admitting what she had done made him all weird and distant again? She didn’t like feeling like she had done something to make him upset at her.

“I…I want to but I can’t.” She accepted, eyes training on a little out of place string at the edge of the pillow in her lap. She started picking at it to distract herself from the discomfort she felt in the moment.

“Why not?”

“Because people clearly don’t react well to this so I… would rather not.” She huffed, irritated that the little string was not blending with the seam of the pillow and she pulled at it.

“But that’s my job, isn’t it? To hear you out and help with what you’ve got going on?” She continued pulling and then frowned when she realized that, that one little string was what had been holding the pillow together and she watched in horror as it split open and she immediately looked up to Harry.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry.” She said lowly and Harry watched her become so small at this little mistake. Like she was waiting for him to blow up on her and chew her up and spit her out. She was genuinely afraid and it completely broke the act he had put up for her that whole week.

“It’s OK.” He assured her.

“It’s not OK, I completely destroyed your pillow. I-I can see if someone has a sowing kit that I can borrow or-”

“A sowing kit in an in-patient psychiatric facility? Good luck.” He chuckled and she bit on her lip as her worry faded into a smile at his little joke. “I promise you, it’s alright. I didn’t really like that pillow anyway. Just got it because it went with the color scheme.” He reassured her and she nodded, still a bit unsure. “Now, if you’re not ready to talk about what happened to land you in here can you at least tell me why are you hesitant to share that with me?” He asked and she breathed out before she started picking at the sides of her thumbs, a nervous habit he had observed she had.

“I’m nervous.”

“About?”

“About making you angry.” She said and swallowed the lump forming in her throat, “If I tell you what happened I’m scared that you’ll confirm that I’m some sex deviant or freak and that you’ll treat me differently. That you won’t want to work with me anymore, that you’ll be disgusted and not want anything to do with me like everyone else.” She explained with a frown, avoiding his eyes. There was a fuck ton of shame and anxiety weighing her down in this moment, it was tangible in the air right now. He wanted to make that go away, he wanted to make her feel safe with him, give her confidence that he wasn’t going to abandon her - it was his job to do that.

“Hey, Y/N-” he said.

“Hmmm?” She asked and he frowned as she looked back down at the pillow she had destroyed.

“Look at me, Y/N.” He encouraged and after a few seconds her eyes flickered up to his, “I would never judge you or abandon you over a mistake you’ve made. I’m here to help you and being a prick about anything you tell me doesn’t help you. Now, I will be honest with you and call you out on your shit. But if you feel that I’m making it personal or attacking you in some way you can also call me out on it. We’re a team, you and I, we’re here working together to help you heal. And I can’t help you or give you the tools you need to heal if you can’t be honest with me.” He explained. As he told her this she felt that her attraction towards him morphed from just a physical one to a deeper one. This wasn’t good. “If you’re not ready to share it yet, that’s OK. But I just need you to know that at some point we’ll need to cross that bridge.” He explained and she bit her lip nervously and nodded in understanding, a tense silence taking over them as she thought about what he’d just said to her. She looked away from him again and he could see the cogs in her mind turning. Time was almost up, he briefly glanced to the clock behind her, it actually was up. He was about to tell her that they could pick up on this during their next session when she just…

“My mom found out that I was fucking my uncle.” She said suddenly and he was frozen, not expecting her to just come out with that then and there, “Well, he’s not actually my uncle, he’s my mom’s best friend’s husband, just a family friend that we just call uncle because he’s always been around. I would never actually fuck-“ she paused, looking concerned at his silence, “I’m not into my family in a sexual way, OK?” She clarified through a ramble and he nodded as her eyes met his, clearly terrified at how she phrased what she’d just admitted, “But I…I tend to only pursue unavailable or inappropriate men. Somehow this preference translated as a sex addiction to my mom. I just… like what I can’t have I suppose.” She said a bit sadly and he wasn’t sure what to say.

He couldn’t really unpack this with her now, time was up and he needed to get home. On the other hand, she was his last patient of the day and he could go over a bit, but this needed more time than just ten minutes over their time, he really needed to sit down and unpack this with her. He was processing, deciding what he should say.

“Are you angry at me?” She asked nervously and his eyes met hers again, she looked so afraid and ready for him to confirm what she feared most and his eyes softened as he continued looking at her.

“No Y/N, I’m not angry with you.” He said tenderly and she bit her lip nervously, “Thank you for telling me and for trusting me with that.” He continued and she nodded, “I ummm, I was actually about to tell you that our time was up before you dropped that bomb.” He smiled and she chuckled and brought her hands up to her face as she chuckled nervously into them, shielding her face in embarrassment.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know we were at the end of our time.” She said, sounding a bit muffled as her hands obstructed her face.

“it’s alright.” He chuckled, “It’s a bit past 8:30, so we can’t possibly unpack all of this now it’s a bit late.”

“No, yeah. We can talk about it next week.” She reassured him and he shook his head.

“No, we’re definitely going to meet tomorrow. I’ll let Betsy know on my way out that we’ll need to meet tomorrow at our regular time.” He said and she nodded, “But I’m glad we ended on this note, it gives you tonight to really process how it feels to have shared this with me. And well, I’ll also take advantage of the time to do my own processing. You’ve given me a lot to think about.” He said, his eye contact with her not wavering and he watched as her lips eventually turned up in a smirk, “Not like that.” He warned through a nervous chuckle and shook his head as his cheeks started staining pink, “Jesus, Y/N. Be a little serious yeah?” He grinned and she rolled her eyes playfully.

“Yeah, alright. M’sorry.” She hummed half-heartedly.

“No you’re not.” He mumbled lowly with a timid smile as he scribbled something down in his notebook. She looked at his pretty and warm smile and then down at his big, veiny hand as he gripped his pen dragging it across the page as he jotted down whatever thought was on his mind. He was absolutely and undeniably breathtaking. Time felt as if it stood still as she watched him; her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, a physical expression of her intent to refrain herself from letting her mind go to where it wanted to go so desperately. After what was actually just a few seconds he closed his notebook and then looked back up at her. His eyes immediately fell on her mouth, noticing just how hard she was biting her lip and he cleared his throat, effectively snapping her out of her inner battle.

“Well, again thank you for opening up to me. I’m sorry that we aren’t able to go through all this now and I hope you don’t feel regretful about it, but if you start to feel bad about telling me what you did and it gets to be distressing just let one of the nurses know, OK? They can call me and we can talk on the phone or if necessary, I can come in and talk you down if things get scary or overwhelming, OK?”

“Yeah, OK. Thank you, Harry.” He responded and he nodded with a smile.

“Perfect, you’re all good to go. I’ll uh- I’ll see you tomorrow, OK?” She nodded and stood from the couch and quietly made her way out.

As soon as his office door shut after her he exhaled a shaky breath. Harry felt nervous about this. Just the way she had looked at him just now. The way that she had reacted when he had pulled away from her a bit this past week… initially he thought that maybe she just really needed validation from others or attention, but after what she’d just disclosed to him he was starting to think that maybe she was attracted to him. He wasn’t trying to flatter himself or anything like that, he knew that he was attractive and had good and desirable qualities, but as he looked back at their interactions and as the pieces of the puzzle that were Y/N started falling into place he couldn’t help but feel slight concern.

Y/N was beautiful, she was smart, as she had described herself, and she was charismatic, and nice. But considering what she had just shared with him he knew that part of her had to be alluring and cunning; how else does one get a committed person to stray from their partner? There was a nagging feeling deep inside of him that beckoned him to just talk to one of his fellow clinicians about this, to get some insight about how he should go about this with her. But it worried him that they might tell him that the ethical thing to do would be to cede her case to someone else. There were a of couple reasons for why he wouldn’t want to give up her case. Not only had he promised her that he wouldn’t abandon her, but he had put in great thought and work into building rapport with her and gaining her trust. He silenced that nagging little voice in his head and decided that he could do this. He was more than capable of helping her on his own.

***********

Y/N was extremely proud of herself. After the time she told Harry what her real issue was he was so gracious about it and every part of her was screaming, begging for her to make a move on him and she resisted. Also, he could probably see it coming from a mile away, she was sure of it, because whenever she could say something a little suggestive or talk about things in a certain way he tended to just smirk down at his notebook as he jotted things down. Things got really tempting on a few occasions when she saw that he had checked her out, but still she resisted. She had been at this facility for a month and boy, had she actually enjoyed it. Harry had helped her untangle the very twisted web that she was. He helped her understand why she was stuck in the pattern she had been in for so long. Most of it had to do with her upbringing, her view of herself, and her self worth. She would be leaving the following day and it was her last session with Harry. She was going to miss him, genuinely, and as she sat before him for the final time she felt a little sad. He had just notified her that he would be giving her some referrals for a clinician before she left the following day and then he got right down to it.

“So, it’s your last day. How are you feeling?” He asked her, trying not to dwell on the fact that he was upset that this was her last day in the facility. He would probably never see her again and it made him feel…sad.

“I’m excited to get to shower with a curtain and be able to open a window.” She said and he chuckled, “But it’s bittersweet.” She admitted and then looked around his office, she felt safe with him. She liked that he was the last person she got to see during her days here. Her eyes then fixated on the single lamp on his desk giving the space a warm and inviting glow. The same kind of glow he seemed to emanate on his own.

“Why bittersweet?” He asked her, crossing his arms pensively. She then realized that he didn’t have a notebook on his lap today. Harry was waiting for her response but he was hoping that she’d say something along the lines of missing him. Truth was, that in this past month with Y/N he started to understand why these men she set her sight on gave in to her seductions. He thought that she would cave at some point, even flirted a bit at times hoping that she’d be pushed to make a move on him, one that he had mentally decided he’d take advantage of if it came, but it never did. She excited him, kept him on his toes. And as he watched her lick over her plush and pretty lips before speaking he felt jealous of whoever she would soon find to kiss and lick over her lips. He never got his chance.

“Well I have made some friends here that I’m not entirely sure I’ll be able to keep in touch with.” She explained, “I know at first I was resistant and a pain in the ass, but the staff have all been great as well…” she said and then sighed, “And well, I’m really going to miss seeing you too, Harry.” She finally said it and he smiled, he tried not to look excited as she said this.

“What do you think you’ll miss most?” He asked, “About me.” He then clarified and she smiled, “I’m not fishing for compliments, by the way.” He grinned and she giggled. He most definitely was fishing for compliments.

“I’m going to miss talking to you for sure. I know that we’re not supposed to be friends with our therapists or whatever,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “But if I’ve ever had a best friend in my life it would be you, I think.” She explained, “I like how you make me feel about myself. And how you helped me see myself. I understand myself more because of you. And I’m sure you already know this Harry, but you’re smart and kind and not intrusive even when you’re asking me awkward questions like how many times I masturbate in a week.” She said with grin and he chuckled.

“That was one time.” He interrupted with a smirk and she giggled.

“Yeah, but I don’t think I’ve ever been asked that or will ever be asked that again, so it was memorable.” She stated and he chuckled.

“Yeah, it certainly was. I don’t think I’ll ever forget that some people masturbate almost every single day.” He said in a teasing tone and she scoffed.

“OK, like you don’t?” She said with an incredulous look and then caught herself and shook her head, “Sorry, what I was trying to infer is that guys get themselves off far more frequently than girls do. I wasn’t like thinking about you jerking off!” She said quickly and he smirked, his eyes not leaving hers, “Or at least I wasn’t.” She stated shaking her head and laughed awkwardly, “Sorry. Anyway…” she said looking down at her lap, avoiding eye contact with him because of her fumble and Harry bit his lip as he watched her nerves consume her. Everything about her body language indicated to him that she was into him and it was a real temptation.

“I do. By the way.” He added in after a moment of silence took over and she looked into his eyes.

“Do what?” Y/N asked suddenly a bit confused.

“Get myself off everyday. Or almost everyday.” He admitted nonchalantly and she felt her insides start to fire up at his confession, “At least once. I’ve got a really high sex drive.” He disclosed and she bit on her lip, her eyes darkening a bit as her mind started going places it shouldn’t and she swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Yet you’re not committed here.” She joked to try and dissipate the tension brewing between them and Harry smirked at her comment. Maybe this was a test of some sort? If it was about mental strength then she’d failed, she had already pictured him stroking his cock and squirting his cum all over her face. But physically, she wouldn’t give in. She could fantasize all she wanted, but she was not going to bend her will, so she looked away from him.

“Are you nervous?” He asked her and Y/N nodded, still not looking back in his eyes.

“Yeah, of course. What if I fuck up the second I’m out of here? Like if Chris wants to talk one-on-one and I completely throw out everything we’ve worked on together.” She shook her head with a frown and then finally looked back at him for some sort of guidance and reassurance now that she had been vulnerable about her concerns with leaving. He didn’t want to think about her with another man the second she walked out of here, it made him jealous.

“I wasn’t referring to you being nervous when you leave. I wanted to know if you felt nervous here, with me.” He clarified and she swallowed thickly, but shook her head.

“Ummm…no, I wouldn’t say I feel nervous with you.” She stated and he licked over his lips as he took her in for a moment. It made her heart pound in a way that she hadn’t felt in a while now. Then he stood up and approached the couch she was occupying one side of. He then sat down on the other end of it, his eyes still locked on hers.

“What about now?” He asked and she shook her head. He then moved to middle seat, beside her, “And now?” He asked again, her heart was beating wildly. From here she could smell his cologne and see his handsome face up close. Her pupils dilated, her body’s way of communicating that she was excited and captivated by the man before her, it didn’t go unnoticed by him, nevertheless, she shook her head, “Be honest.” He challenged her and she exhaled shakily.

“Yeah, it makes me a little nervous.” She confessed. He hummed and reached his hand towards her and settled it at her waist as his face came in close to hers. So much so that the tips of their noses brushed and she could smell the fresh mint on his breath from the fucking gum he was always chewing.

“And now?” He asked and she bit down on her lip, her eyes focused on how close his body was to hers, “Hey, be a good girl and look me in the eyes when I’m talking to you.” He demanded and her entire body fluttered when he said that and she had to obey him, “Are you nervous now?” He asked again and she nodded, “Use you words.”

“Yes.” She breathed out.

“Why?” He asked her, leaning in closer so that their lips almost touched.

“Because this is…wrong. We’re not supposed to be doing something like this.” She said.

“Am I to believe that if I were to reach into your panties and feel over your pussy it wouldn’t be all hot and sticky for me?” He asked, his lips skimming against her own and she wasn’t sure what to say, “Answer me.” He demanded and she shook her head.

“I can’t do this. We can’t. We shouldn’t.” She said shakily.

“Obviously. But do you want to?” He asked her and she bit down on her lip to suppress her moan. She was turned on beyond belief, “What if I told you that I have a wife and kid waiting for me at home? Would you want to then?” He asked and she shook her head, “You’re a liar.” He stated and she was feeling conflicted and unsure about what was happening but it was so fucking hot, she wanted to know how far he was willing to take this.

“M’not lying.” She defended herself.

“Yeah, you are. I just know that if I told you that my wife neglected me you’d be halfway there. What would really get you there would be if I told you that from the moment I saw you I was just captivated by you. That I’ve never seen someone so fucking beautiful. That she doesn’t compare to you. That I would never cheat, but you’re the exception.” He said and she whimpered.

“Th-that’s not fair, Harry.” She said with a frown and he felt a little guilty for a moment. She was right, he was being a manipulative piece of shit, but he wanted her so fucking bad

“Yeah, you're right, Y/N. S’not fair, so I’ll be straight with you. I meant every word I said except I’m not married and I don’t have a kid. And I know that makes me…not your type, but let me tell you something. Who needs some used up old guy to make you feel good when you could have someone to keep up with your needy little cunt? Who can fuck you and make you cum whenever you want. Or maybe you just like being a dirty little secret, is that it?” He asked and she was panting now, suddenly feeling his other hand settling over her hand that was firmly planted on the couch.

“Harry-”

“That’s what you get off on, isn’t it? Being the side piece.” He said and she pouted, “Am I hurting your feelings?” He asked and she nodded, “I’m sorry, baby.” He cooed, “How should I make it up to you? Hmmm?” He asked her and then she realized he had pressed her hand against his erection, it was straining against his trousers, and she bit her lip and looked up into his eyes as he guided her hand over the outline of his cock. “You’re so fucking perfect, you know that?” He hummed, “Just thinking about you gets me all worked up, baby. Come so fucking hard when I think about holding you down and fucking your face until you’re choking for air.” He said and she moaned.

“You really think about doing that to me?” She asked and he’d done it, her resolve had crumbled.

“That and so much more.” He hummed.

“What else?” She asked as she started reaching further between his legs to let her fingers graze over his balls and he moaned when she did.

“The last few weeks I’ve thought of just making my move and having my way with you. Your body language, the way you look at me, the things you say, it’s all been screaming at me that you want me to fuck you. I wouldn’t even bother with stretching you out for me or waiting to get you wet for me, just force my cock into you dry if I had to, just wanted to fuck you.” Her eyes closed and she moaned again, squeezing her thighs together to feel some relief from the now constant throb of the hot and sopping mess that was her pussy.

“Please,” She panted, “do something, anything, just want to make you come.” She whimpered and his brows furrowed as he heard that.

“You want to make me come, baby?” She nodded, “And what about you, huh?” He asked her and he watched her eyes, almost tearing with desperation.

“Who cares? I just want to be good for you and make you come. As many times as you want, wherever you want. Just wanna make you feel good.” She keened and he wasted no time in pressing his lips to hers in a deep and needy kiss. After a moment he pulled back from her.

“I don’t know who the hell you’ve been with but in my book good girls get to come as many times as they want. And you, Y/N, are such a good girl.” He spoke before kissing her again, “You were so good before, saying no, rejecting my advances. You’re right, I didn’t play fair in the end there, but life’s not fair, baby. Next time you know that you need to be ready to face your ultimate temptation and beat it.” He said and she nodded before he kissed her again, “I’m really proud of you though.” He praised her and it made her feel like she was walking on air.

“Thank you, Harry.” She responded and he hummed before kissing her again. This time it deepened even more as their tongues met desperately. Licking into each other, sucking, nibbling, biting…Y/N felt like she was on fire as his heavier body weighed hers down.

“What do you want, baby? Tell me and I’ll do it.” He said and she looked into his eyes.

“Please fuck me.” She said softly and he nodded and dipped down to kiss her a little more intentionally. Slower and deeper and it made her feel strange. The only time she’s ever been kissed this way was when she had her first kiss. It was foreign to her to feel a tender touch coming from a man. Especially as his hands smoothed under her shirt, caressing her sides cautiously before covering her breasts, kneading and squeezing before pinching at her nipples. She whined as he did it again, but harder.

“Fuck, again!” She begged and this time he pulled back and pulled off her shirt before dragging the cups of her bra down before taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking hard making her hiss. His hands slid behind her to unclasp her bra and he just tossed it somewhere to the side before squeezing her breasts hard and moving to the next one and sucking against her already hardened nipple. He pulled back and looked at her bare chest, nipples taut and sensitive from his harsh sucks and nibbles. She wasn’t expecting it when he brought his right hand up and slapped at her her breast making her hiss. Her eyes met his with a darkened look and he grinned before doing the same to the other one and then reaching down to pinch her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers and she let out a choked cry at the pain mixing with pleasure.

“Harder?” He asked and she looked into his eyes and nodded with her lip bitten hard beneath her teeth, “You sure?” She nodded again and he pinched with more force making her mouth fall open and he watched as her body became covered in goosebumps and after a few seconds he let go and she moaned as his warm palms came over her breasts and held them tightly, reliving the sharp stinging feeling she felt shooting to her sensitive little buds, “Fuck. Are you OK?” He asked softly and she nodded, “Use your words for me, baby. Want to hear your voice.”

“Yes. I’m OK.”

“You liked it, right?” He wanted to confirm; with her tendencies he didn’t want her doing things she didn’t like just because she thought it would please him. He wanted to make that clear to her.

“Yeah. I like a little pain.” She said and he hummed before smiling.

“I do too.” He assured and she bit her lip upon hearing him say this. Her eyes glanced down to the very evident bulge in his pants, there was already a faint little wet patch where the tip of his leaking cock was pressed against. She reached forward to skim her index finger along the outline of his cock, she saw it twitch in its confines as she tickled over the tip and then back down towards his balls.

“So if I were to…” she suddenly squeezed hard at his balls and he lunged forward with a hiss at the sting that shot through his body before his eyes rolled back and he moaned.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He grunted as she loosened her grip and gently rubbed over them.

“That’s OK?” She asked and he nodded at her. Truth be told he always liked to fuck hard because there was nothing like the jolt he felt from that little sting he’d get when his balls would swing up and smack harshly into whoever he was fucking. It was the cherry on top for him, especially if the person he was fucking wasn’t comfortable to giving him a little bite of pain with his pleasure. She smirked up at him.

“What’re you smirking at?”

“Nothing, you’re just as much of a kinky freak as I am.” She grinned and he hummed and leaned down to kiss her lips tenderly and just as she was losing herself in the kiss her bit down hard on her lip and she yelped before he pulled away with a grin.

“S’nothing wrong with being a little kinky.” He hummed and she smiled, “Now, how would you like me to fuck you, baby?” He asked and she melted internally at the way the words sounded and felt like thick, warm honey coming from his lips.

“Hard and rough. Please.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out with a smile, “You’re such a good girl with those manners.” He hummed, “Now, go on, baby. Get my cock out.” He said and she immediately moved her hands to his trousers, working at his belt and tugging it out before tossing it aside and popping open the button, looking up at his eyes as she blindly pulled down his zipper and tugged down to reveal his muscular and tattooed thighs, “Good girl. My briefs too though, baby.” She nodded and tugged them down his thighs as well.

Y/N literally felt her saliva start to pool beneath her tongue as his thick, heavy cock fell forward between their bodies, the dark pink, leaky tip lightly grazing at her stomach a few times as it bobbed up and down a few times before it was still.

“Holy shit.” She whispered, completely mesmerized by his penis and his lips twitched up to the side in a smug smirk.

She liked that his pubic hair was there and well maintained. She let her eyes wander up to the laurels he had tattooed right above where his hair grew thicker. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed nervously, but she found that her mouth had again produced an ungodly amount of saliva, so instead she glanced up at him as she slightly parter her lips and then brought up her hand to spit some on it and he bit hard on his lip, nodding at her. She took this as the go-ahead to wrap her wet palm around his hot and hard cock. She dragged her fist up, letting out a small whimper as she watched his foreskin hide the tip of his cock for a moment, collecting his pre-cum, and then she stroked down and rubbed her thumb right under the head of his penis and then up and until she was rubbing against where he was leaking for her.

“Shit…” he huffed, watching her hand playing with his cock. It was better than he had imagined it would be. She looked up at him as her other hand went to his balls and squeezed gently at first and he moaned quietly. Then she added a bit more pressure and his brows knitted together as he frowned but still emitted a pleasured moan as she gently stroked his shaft, “Harder.” He groaned and a tingle of excitement shot through her body at his request as she added even more pressure to her grip around his balls and focused her strokes right over his tip. Harry’s eyes squeezed shut as he let out a strangled moan, “Fuck yeah.” He hissed as his eyes opened and met hers. They were dark and overcome with lust. Lust for her. She wanted him to come, she started stroking faster and kissed his lips quickly.

“Want them in my mouth.” She said and he nodded standing and rearing back, letting her get on her knees. The second his balls were within reach she opened up her mouth and sucked one into her mouth, knowing he didn’t mind some pain she sucked a bit harder, loving how his fingers raked into her hair and gripped it forcefully. She continued working her fist over his shaft quickly. As for her hand that was unoccupied, she ran her index finger under lips, lubricating it with the spit that was dripping out of her mouth. Without any warning she rubbed it against his asshole and he moaned, but relaxed himself so that she could press her finger past the tight ring of muscles. He was so tight and hot, and finally she felt the slightly raised bump inside and rubbed her finger into it. Harry felt his knees buckle as she rubbed into his prostate.

“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come!” He panted in a deep and gruff voice. His abs started tightening and his balls drawing up, slightly aching as she sucked at them just right. He was getting there so quickly, faster than he expected but this with her was far more pleasurable than he had dreamed. “Fuck, Y/N fuck!” He grunted as he started tipping over the edge, “Wanna come in your mouth, want you to taste my sperm, baby.” He panted, losing his resolve to hold out any longer as she moaned against him. She quickly brought her mouth over his tip and he starting bucking into her mouth shallowly. He glanced down to watch as half of his cock disappeared between her perfectly delicious lips.

The sight alone was more than enough to push him over the edge. Harry’s eyes clenched shut as the pleasure started to take over, his thrusts becoming inconsistent and sloppy as he burst in her mouth. He pulled her hair harder as her finger prodded hard into his prostate, effectively milking him for all he had to give her. He hissed as she started to suck around his tip, drawing as much of his cum out of his cock as possible. After a few seconds the sensitivity started to take over, but he didn’t want her to stop. He felt like his mind had completely spiraled and that he had shifted into a completely different plane of existence as she slowly started to slow down but not enough to interrupt the stimulation. His whole body was buzzing deliciously.

“Fuck baby, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He found himself breathing out and she moaned around his cock, “Please don’t stop. Make me come again. Have so much more for you, baby girl.” He moaned. The truth was that Harry had been training himself for this exact situation. He was always training to last for ages, to come multiple times in short periods, to shorten his refractory period - he didn’t want to waste time when it came to sex. This is why the overstimulation he was feeling now was enough to keep him going. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. His free hand was planted on the couch’s armrest, his arm was completely tense and his legs were quivering, barely holding him up as he felt himself just seconds away from his next orgasm. His breathing had hitched and the lack of proper oxygen intake from his shallow breathing made his throat and chest start to burn. And harder than the first one, this orgasm really did him in. He didn’t even have time to warn her, he just completely lost control as he bucked his cock desperately into her mouth, so much so that her hands instantly moved to grip the the backs of his thighs, nails digging into his skin with a delicious bite as he filled her mouth with his warm and generous load once again.

Y/N was struggling to breathe, he’d come so much this time, she could feel it and her spit leaking down her chin. Her throat was burning because she was so desperate for air, but the tip of his cock was forcing itself down the opening of her throat and despite her hands squeezing hard at his thighs, begging for him to draw back he wasn’t pulling back. It was making her eyes water and for her to start to feel a little lightheaded. Finally, after a few second he started drawing back and she took in a deep breath before coughing as she leaned her face against the tiger inked into his thigh.

“Shit…” He panted with a shaky voice as his fingers raked through her hair tenderly, “Sorry, didn’t-” he gulped down the air he was taking, “Didn’t even give you a warning, baby.” He apologized and she shook her head and smiled, her eyes still closed as she tried to catch her breath.

“It’s OK, that was so good.” She got out with a scratchy voice and he bit his lip. She was everything he’d ever wanted in a sexual partner, what a shame that he’d probably never see her after this. It just felt wrong to lose her, he didn’t want to think about it right now. Not as he felt her nuzzle closer to his thigh before kissing it gently. She then glanced up to him and he smiled down at her and she grinned before pushing herself to stand. She then glanced around and went to pick up her bra and shirt and he frowned.

“What’re you doing?”

“Getting dressed.” She smiled at him.

“We’re not done yet.” He said and she glanced down at his cock. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t hard either, she then looked up at his face again, “Gimme like five minutes, yeah?” He grinned as he walked over to his desk and took a drink from his water bottle and she narrowed her eyes.

“Five minutes?”

“I’ve been practicing a long time just in case I was ever in a situation like this.” He shrugged with a grin and she giggled. Harry stayed by his desk and toed off his shoes and then pulled off his socks before completely tearing off his pants and briefs. “Now, c’mere.” He hummed and she made her way over to his desk. He grabbed her face before kissing her slowly, but the way he was using his tongue and lips against hers were making her stomach flutter with butterflies. Suddenly he let her go to make space for her on his desk. She heard as a few things scraped against the surface of the wood while a few others fell to the ground. His hands landed on her ips and then slid back to grab at her ass. He lightly smacked at her a couple times before telling her to jump. He caught her and seated her on his desk, spreading her legs apart by her knees to settle in closer to her.

As they continued kissing Y/N turned her head away before letting her lips wander down his jaw and then his neck, sucking lightly but not enough to leave marks. Her nimble fingers started unfastening the buttons holding his shirt closed, fingers tickling at his skin every now and again and it made him smile as her lips kissed at every inch of newly exposed skin on his chest.

“Your tattoos are pretty.” She spoke absentmindedly before she sunk her teeth into his clavicle, making his hands dig into her thighs at the sting from the surprising action. As his pecs came into sight she felt even more dizzy. She kissed down his sternum, smiling at the tickles on her lips and the tip of her nose from the smattering of hair on his chest. She had finished unbuttoning his shirt and her hands slid up his tummy and over his pecs before she turned and bit down gently on one of his nipples. Just from that his cock started getting stiff again. She then did the same to the other, she smiled smugly against his warm and soft skin as she felt his grip tighten around her thighs. She pulled back to get a good look at him and smiled again upon seeing the butterfly tattooed right over his stomach, it was so pretty. Harry’s heart started thumping hard and his tummy fluttering with more than just anticipation and lust, as he watched her take in the tattoo inked into his stomach. The smile that spread on her face brought a warmth to him that he didn’t know he was missing until it came.

“Did it hurt?” She suddenly asked and he smiled and nodded.

“But as you know, I don’t really mind that.” He grinned and she sniggered as her finger traced the outline of it, making his abs flex with the slight tickles. He was a fucking masterpiece, “Do you have tattoos?” He asked and she shook her head.

“My mom thinks they’re vulgar, always said she’d kick me out if I got one.” She said and he hummed, “I do want one though. I’ll just get it when I’m out of there.” She hummed. She could now feel his fully hard penis against her thigh as her finger absentmindedly followed the dips of his abs and she smiled up at him, “Impressive.” He chuckled lowly.

“Told you. It also helps when you’re really into the person you’re with.” He added and she glanced down as she felt her face becoming hot at his compliment.

Harry smiled as he watched her break eye contact timidly and after a few moments he gripped her chin between his fingers and coaxed her to look back up at him. His eyes scanned over hers for a few seconds before he leaned down to connect their lips in a much slower and sultry kiss. Y/N was not really one to allow for tenderness to seep into her sexual encounters, but this kiss was something different. It made a warm feeling glaze over her heart and slowly spread through her entire body, like a thick syrup.

Their kiss started inching away from tender and towards the territory of hungry and desperate. His hands spread her legs for him and wrapped them around his hips. He pressed his body flush to hers and moaned into their kiss as his big, thick cock snuggled into the hot and sopping folds of her pussy, his tip nudged against her clit every now and again, making both of them shudder. He shifted his hips until he felt his tip catch against the dip of her entrance and he pushed forward but not hard enough to push past her opening. She was getting so desperate for him; hungry to feel him slowly push into her and spread her. She was just about to protest his teasing when out of nowhere he forcefully shoved his cock all the way into her without warning. His darkened eyes watched as her delicate features creased with what was evidently discomfort. Her lips turned down as a surprised groan spilled past them. She was fucking tight. Her cunt’s vice-like grip even caused some pain to his cock as he se settled deep into her. He didn’t give her time to adjust, she’d get used to it in just a bit. She winced as he dragged his cock out almost to the tip and then rammed back into her hard.

“Shit!” She whimpered feebly, fingers gripping hard into his biceps for some form of grounding and he groaned from deep in his chest as her clenching walls did the absolute most to try and get him to stop and give her a second to adjust, her body resisting his thrusts from the shock of it all, “It hurts a little, you’re too big!” She gasped and his lips met hers sloppily as he opted for grinding into her instead, trying to get his cock in deeper, as deep as he could get it.

“It’s alright, baby. It’ll start to feel good soon.” He promised her, his lips skimming and smearing against her own as he spoke. She wiggled her hips a bit and just then she gasped and curled into his body; her arms hugged around his back and squeezed him tight. Harry smirked as he started to pulse his hips, feeling her legs start to quiver as his cock stimulated her g-spot. “Fuuuuuck.” He moaned. It felt so good against the tip of his penis, so spongey and warm, the texture and ridges of her cunt were absolutely perfect for him and he started going a bit harder.

“Oh my god!” She gasped into his chest and he hummed in delight before he bit down hard on his lip as her nails raked down his back. Hard.

“Told you it’d feel good soon.” He hummed knowingly.

“Yeah. Fuck yeah!” She confirmed, “You’re fucking me so good!” She whimpered, “Harder, please. Fuck me harder!” She mewled.

Harry grunted loudly and pushed her further back on his desk until she was laying on her back and he climbed on the desk and kneeled, pulling her hips into him. He shoved his cock back into her pulsing and sore little hole and immediately started to pick up the pace and force of his thrusts. Her breath had suspended for a moment as he pounded away at her without mercy. All that could be heard for those few seconds were his labored breaths and the sound of his balls thwacking wetly against her ass. He pressed his hands to her inner thighs, spreading her even more open for him, allowing him to get closer to get in deeper, this is what made her gasp for air as a strangle moan left her throat. Harry watched with a nearly pained look as her little pussy took his entire cock, right up to his balls over and over and over again. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand as a delicious and familiar tingle shot through his whole body. He then lowered himself down, his nose skimming hers and his lips hovering right above hers as he continued his thrusts.

“Oh my god, you’re so good, Harry! So fucking good!” She praised through a moan, “I’m gonna come soon!”

“Would love to keep giving you my cock to get you there, but only good girls get to come.” He said and she pouted.

“So good for you!” She whimpered, her teary eyes met his own darkened and stern eyes.

“Are you really?” He asked and she nodded, “Don’t think so, Y/N.” He said and she frowned even more, her chest stirring with hurt and offense at his words. A total contrast to the warm and delicious feelings swirling and brewing in her tummy.

“I am good. I am.” She fought back, trying not to get too upset over this.

“No you’re not, Y/N.” He huffed, “You’re an insatiable, manipulative, little whore.” He said and the moment the words left his mouth she felt a tingle shoot up her spine. He felt her walls clench down hard around him as he said this and he hummed, “Is that being good?” He asked and she shook her head with a frowned and then he gave a really rough thrust and it completely opened her up for him so that he sunk deeper and his tip collided with her cervix. She gasped, body taught as a bow at the feeling of pain and pleasure blending beautifully and chaotically, making her brain feel like mush as the only thing she could feel now was him, “Holy fucking shit.” He grunted out and started pulsing his hips gently, his tip kissing her cervix with every movement, it had his toes curling. Y/N felt like she was going to combust, more so because with the way he was thrusting she was getting just enough contact against her clit and holding back her orgasm was getting harder. Hot tears started to streak down her face from the desperation

“Please, Harry! Please, let me come!” She sobbed and he grinned wickedly.

“No. You’re a selfish and disgusting home-wrecker.” He berated her, he didn’t stop because he felt her start to pulse around his cock at this, “And you like it, you can’t lie to be about that. Makes you feel good, huh? And special? As if that’s the only thing you’re good for.” He said and she frowned again “Don’t pout and feel sorry for yourself, baby. It’s the truth and if that’s who you’re gonna be you better fucking own it.” He said and she moaned, her back starting to arch. “Tell me what you are. Wanna hear you say it.” He egged her on.

“Harry-”

“Admit it and I’ll let you come.” He said and she whimpered and looked into his eyes.

“I’m…” she frowned, “I’m selfish and disgusting.” She confessed, “I’m a home-wrecker and I like it.” She confessed, “I do like how it makes me feel, it is what I’m good for.” She whimpered in a feeble voice and he groaned and shook his head, a little too fucked out to say anything else.

“Come for me, Y/N. Come for me so I can fill your little pussy with my cum.” He said and she gasped and started to tremble as a tidal wave of pleasure just took her out. He started pounding faster into her cunt and started to rub at her clit until she was moaning until he felt her cum gushing from her entrance, splashing against his tummy and thighs from the force of his thrusts, “Oh fuck, even have you squirting on my cock, baby. Fuck!” He mewled and after a few sloppy thrusts he was groaning as his orgasm almost felt like it punched him in the gut. He felt as his balls pulsed hard against her, pumping all of his cum into her needy little cunt.

“Oh my god!” She whispered as she hugged him tight, “Can feel you filling me up.” It made her feel some kind of way. She’d never fucked anyone bare, no one had ever actually came inside of her before and it was incredible.

“S’my little pussy now, isn’t it?” He asked her as he slightly pushed himself up to look at her face. She was all fucked out, mascara smeared, eyes heavy and skin blotchy, and looking like she wasn’t all there. Nevertheless she nodded at his question, “Filled you with my come so now you’re all mine.” He repeated and kissed her lips tenderly, completely opposite to the way in which he had just fucked her. Already, she could feel her inner thighs and pubic bone were sore from his aggressive maneuvers, she’s sure that her pussy would hurt too in a little bit once she regained feeling there. They made out languidly for a little bit and he had started to soften up a bit more. “M’gonna pull out, OK? S’gonna feel uncomfortable.” He warned her and she nodded, biting on her lip to muffle the whimper that bubbled in her throat. He too hissed a bit and then moved off of the desk. Now she started to feel the thrum between her legs, still it was a bit dull and would likely get worse in the next hour. She had never been fucked like this, she was unsure of what to make of everything that happened, all she knew was that she didn’t regret it one bit. Everything had been so good because he seemed to know what buttons to push and how and when to do it. Like he had been given a manual on her and memorized it. The fact that he was her therapist probably helped a bit, but he also understood her on a deeper level, they were in a way the same.

Y/N couldn’t bring herself to move yet, she just stared at his ceiling as she heard him shuffling around. She started getting drowsy and let her eyes flutter closed for just a few minutes.

“Y/N, hey.” He squeezed at her calf and she groaned tiredly, “Bend your legs f’me, baby.” He said and she did so with his help, still drowsy as hell, “M’gonna clean you up, OK? Sorry, s’a bit cold.” He said and she frowned and hissed as she felt a soft damp texture against her center, but soon the cold soothed her swollen and beat up pussy, “Push, just a little.” He said and presumably wiped up his sperm leaking from her entrance, “Good girl.” He hummed and pressed a kiss to each of her knees before pulling away. “Grab my hand.” He said and she did and he pulled her up to a sitting position. Suddenly she felt really cold and exposed. Her blurry eyes adjusted and saw that he was now in his briefs, “Here, have a little water.” He said extending his water bottle to her and she took it with shaky fingers and glued some down as he rubbed over her thighs gently until she was done. Her eyes met his and he looked a little worried, “Are you o-” he stopped himself, “D-do you regret it?” He asked and she frowned and shook her head.

“No.” She assured softly and he looked more at ease. “Do you?” She asked and he shook his head with a timid smile.

“But I ummm, obviously didn’t use a condom, didn’t even ask you if it was OK t-to come inside of you. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I got really lost in the moment.” He rambled, “Are you on something or can I bring you an emergency contraceptive early tomorrow?” He asked and she smiled at him. Is this what sex is like for everyone or is Harry just thoughtful and caring like this? She asked herself, “What?”

“Nothing, you’re just really sweet.” She said as he hands came over his and rubbed over them, “And I’ve got the implant so we should be OK. Also I’ve always used condoms, given my…regular preferences, so I’m also aware that I’m clean.” She assured him and he nodded.

“OK. Me too. Sorry, we’re doing this all wrong, but ummm, I’m not usually this impulsive.” He explained and she giggled.

“It’s alright.” She assured and he smiled.

“Alright, let’s get you dressed.” He said and he collected her clothes and helped her get her bra and top on. Even slid her panties up her legs and helped her with her pants, “There you are.” He smiled.

“Thank you.” She hummed and he gabbed her face gently and leaned in to kiss her once more. Just a soft and sweet kiss that made her breathing suspend for just a moment before he pulled back, the space between them was still minimal as he pressed his fore head against hers.

“I want you to know that the things I said about you, being a whore and selfish and I don’t even know what else…”

“A disgusting home-wrecker is what you said, I think?” She responded and he frowned upon hearing it.

“I hope you know in your heart that you’re not those things. It was just a sex thing and-”

“I know. Kinda into the degradation thing too, don’t worry. S’rather tame to what I’ve heard in the past.” She said and that made his stomach twist with hurt for her.

“But you know that it’s not true right?” He asked her again and she stayed quiet, “Baby, s’not true. This past month you’ve worked so hard on the root causes of what was leading you to make those choices. You’re so much more than your mistakes and regrets. Remember who you are. But I know it's hard sometimes, so if you ever find yourself doubting or forgetting that please call me. I’ll always make time for you.” He assured her and she bit her lip as her eyes watered, she was trying not to cry but when he kissed her forehead the tears started to fall and he hugged her into his chest as she started to sob, “Shhh, shhhh, s’alright.” He comforted her with a soft and comforting whisper, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” He reassured her. It was time for her to get back to her room, it was a little past 8:30 now and he drew back from her once her crying had calmed and he helped wipe at her tears.

“Thank you, Harry.” She said and he smiled at her once more.

“Try getting down?” He requested and as soon as she landed on the ground her legs trembled and her knees gave. He caught her almost immediately and they both giggled at that, “OK, just lean here for a little until you’re good enough to walk. I’ll walk with you you to your room, OK?” She nodded with a smile. He finished getting dressed and gathered his belongings before they made their way down the halls and finally they got to her room and he stepped just a bit past the threshold, they both glanced out into the hallway before he dipped down and kissed her deeply for a few seconds before he pulled back.

“Let me leave my card with you now and I’ll jot down my cell on the back, OK?” She nodded and he pulled a pen from his backpack and a business card from his wallet before scribbling his number on it and leaving her with one final kiss goodnight.

*************

Harry and the nurses that mainly worked with her had a little farewell surprised for her on her way out. A card and some flowers, nothing over the top, but still sweet. Y/N’s mom saw the genuine sadness that Y/N’s team had for seeing her go, but also heard how proud of her they were and that she would be just fine. Then the time came for Y/N to actually go and she hugged her care team members, leaving Harry for last, maybe he stood on the end on purpose because he wanted to be her final goodbye. She smiled as she went up to him and hugged him tight around his stomach, discreetly breathing in his scent.

“M’gonna miss you. But I promise you, you’re ready and you’re gonna be just fine. I’m so, so proud of you.” He said as she squeezed her tight before letting go and she sighed shakily as a fresh wave of tears streaked her cheeks and she giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Sorry guys.” She sniffled and everyone giggled away the tension. She was still gripping Harry’s hand tight, not quite ready to let go yet.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Her mother asked and Y/N looked to her nurses and then at Harry who squeezed her hand tight.

“Remember who you are.” He mouthed to her and she nodded and took in a deep breath and let him go. She had no idea what would come of this or if she would ever even need to call him at any point in time, but as she walked out the doors with a final wave goodbye and her eyes met his one last time she was just filled with happiness to have crossed paths with him.

———A/N———

If you like this ending you don’t have to continue to parts 2 & 3, they are a bit more serious. No smut until part 3 & it’s more romantic than kinky.

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Afraid

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x reader

Words: 2636

Summary: Charles helping his friend while she’s going through a rough patch in her life.

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Approximately six months ago, when he visited her, she was a complete mess. Charles had seen her heartbroken and sad, but never like this. Thinking how this asshole meant that much to her and how bad he managed to hurt her broke Charles’ heart in half. He didn’t deserve her love and Charles didn’t like him since the beginning.

Well, the fact that Charles wasn’t the biggest fan of her new boyfriend had little to do with the guy and everything to do with Charles’ feelings towards her, but he wasn’t ready to admit that yet.

Therefore, when he saw her laying on her couch, surrounded by pizza boxes, ice cream cartons and cookie boxes, Charles felt something he rarely felt. It was an intense mixture of many different emotions, varying from anger to sadness and helplessness. He wanted to hug her and also punch her ex-boyfriend in the face at the same time.

It was bad. Like, catastrophically bad. First off, she was never a messy person; her apartment always looked nice, organized and clean. Second, she never exaggerated with junk food; she mostly looked at it as a treat to have here and there. Only by these two elements, Charles could conclude that she was spiralling, because her apartment currently resembled a place where takeout containers came to die.

He actually didn’t have a clue what to do, but he knew that he needed to do something. Seeing her in this state pulled on Charles’ heartstrings. At first, she wasn’t even sure about letting Charles in her apartment, but he wasn’t about to leave when he saw her tear-streaked face and red eyes. Her shoulders were slumped and Charles never saw her look so defeated.

Charles made her tea and in the process cleared out a couple of cardboard pizza boxes or used tissues that were scattered around. She thanked him with a weak smile and a nod as he put the mug of steaming chamomile tea in her hands. Netflix was playing one of her favourite shows in the background as they sat on the couch, but she wasn’t focused on it. She blew on her tea, trying to cool it off before taking a tentative sip. Charles noticed the dark bags under her eyes and her messy hair and it only made his heart sink further.

“Don’t look at me like that.”, she scolded in a whisper, now looking into Charles’ eyes.

Her voice was croaky and low, another clue that indicated how much she was crying today.

“Like what?” Charles quirked an eyebrow up.

“In pity.”, she sighed. “I don’t want you to feel sorry for me.”

“The only thing I’m sorry about is not coming sooner.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she kept quiet.

Charles could sense that she didn’t want to talk about the breakup, so he didn’t ask. He was there only to offer support. They cleaned up her apartment together and Charles made her some pasta with veggies. They watched a movie and Charles let her cry into his shoulder as he hugged her close, caressing her back comfortingly as she did so. All in all, he was adamant to take her mind off things but also letting her grieve the breakup and process her emotions.

During all of these months, he visited her as much as he was able to considering his crazy F1 schedule and also convinced her to join him for a couple of races. He was proud to see her cheer for him, no matter how his race weekend went. Charles could’ve sworn that he never saw her smile so much and in such a genuine way as she did during race weekends. It didn’t hurt that she also had friends in the paddock and that everyone she met instantly adored her.

No matter how much Charles loved to see her slowly move on from that asshole who broke her heart, it was a bittersweet feeling. He was aware of the fact that she will never give him a chance to date her and that meant that Charles would need to meet her new boyfriend in the future, whoever the lucky bastard may be. He really didn’t know how he will manage to do that once again, because the feelings he felt towards her grew exponentially each day. As Charles watched her return to her usual, happy self, she started to learn even more about her life, her personality and her quirks, which in turn made him even hungrier to learn more. He would never say it at loud, but Charles loved her. And he wanted to make her his. Although he didn’t have the slightest clue on how to do that.

Even after that particularly good race in Canada, where he ended up on the podium and celebrated with his team like there was no tomorrow; the only thing he could think about was her. When she rushed to hug him after the race, congratulating him on a great race, all he wanted to do was kiss her. As they went partying together in the evening, all he craved was to rip that dress off her body and worship her. In reality, all he managed to do was flirt with her lightly as she giggled cluelessly back at him. So, as they arrived back at the hotel, Charles felt completely disheartened.

Until they came in front of her hotel doors and she grabbed his hand. He was speechless at first. He stared at her as she looked at him with big eyes and asked him to come inside with her in an unsure voice. He only nodded without uttering a word and followed her into the room.

He watched her as she left her purse on the couch and took off her heels. They were both quiet as she turned back around to face him, standing only a couple steps away.

She bit her lip, looking at Charles and then away in shame. “I just don’t feel like being alone tonight.”

He smiled. “I prefer being with you, too.”

That seemed to calm her down too, because she smiled back.

After that, they fell into a comfortable silence and slowly got ready for bed. Charles assured her that he had no problem sleeping on the couch while she took the bed. He tried not to stare at her too much as she exited the bathroom in her short, cute pyjamas. After she got into bed and wished him a good night, Charles wanted nothing else besides snuggling up to her under the covers. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep because he was exhausted from the whole day. But, in the middle of the night, something made him stir and wake up. As he blinked his eyes open, he felt a soft breeze in the room.

The balcony doors were opened, with the curtains blowing softly in the light air. Even with bleary, half-open eyes, Charles could make out her silhouette in the night. She was leaning against the railing of the balcony, facing away from him.

Slowly, she got off the couch and walked outside, almost sneaking up to her to not disturb this moment of peace. The moon illuminated the calm night and it was so quiet that only the distant waves crashing against the shore could be heard. She jumped as she noticed Charles, her hand going to her chest as she breathed out an exhale.

“You scared me!” she whisper-yelled and Charles chuckled.

“Sorry.”, he shrugged, not seeming even a tad remorseful.

He came up to her and leaned against the railing, but only with one forearm on the metal so his body was facing hers. Even though it was dark, Charles noticed her red eyes and her tear-streaked, blotchy face. She was crying.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “What is it? Why are you crying?”

She shook her head, letting out a soft laugh in embarrassment as she wiped a few tears that slipped down her cheek. “Nothing, really. It’s stupid.”

“I’m sure it’s not stupid.”, Charles carefully moved his hand up to push a strand of her hair behind her ear. “And it’s not nothing if you’re crying.”

She closed her eyes for a moment, not being able to stare into Charles’ eyes and see his intense, worried look. Without a word, Charles slowly pulled her closer to him, wrapping her into a tight, secure hug. He noticed then how cold her body was compared to his and wondered how long she was standing outside. An indescribable urge washed over him – an urge to protect her, shield her from the outside world in his embrace and from all the things that were hurting her.

“Whatever it is, tell me. I’ll do anything to help you.”, he whispered into her ear as she was shaking in his embrace; whether from the cold or the crying, he wasn’t sure.

She was silent for a long time. Even after she stopped crying and wiped the tears off her face, they stayed like this. She mumbled something about staining his shirt and he assured her that it was fine. Her hands were resting on Charles’ chest, on the shirt that was soaked with her tears, and he could only pray that she wouldn’t notice how fast his heart was beating because of their proximity.

Charles didn’t want to be pushy, but he also wanted to know what was bothering her because he couldn’t stand seeing her hurt. He truly meant it – no matter what it was, Charles would do anything in his power to help her.

Right when he was about to give up on asking, she started talking.

“I’m afraid, Charles.”, she mumbled quietly, her voice shaky.

“Of what?” he asked tentatively.

There was another beat of silence, as her eyes were focused on his chest, avoiding his gaze.

“I’m afraid of nobody wanting me.”, she admitted so softly that Charles barely heard it.

Charles blinked in surprise, his mouth falling open at the confession. It was highly unlikely that she was joking at this moment, but he couldn’t believe that she would even think something like that. That something like this could even cross her mind.

“Are you serious?” he searched her eyes for confirmation and unfortunately he found it.

Her lip was quivering and Charles could see that she was trying her hardest not to start crying again. She closed her eyes and shook her head, her hands coming up to her face to hide it as it contorted into a painful expression.

Charles was panicking. He never saw this facial expression on her – the hurt, the dejection, and the utter despair was evidently displayed for him to see. It was like a blow to his stomach. He actually felt physical pain upon seeing her like this and he was frantically searching for ways to make this better.

He wrapped his hands around her wrists, slowly pulling her hands down. “I don’t understand how a crazy thought like that could even cross your mind.”

She still wasn’t opening her eyes to face Charles and she was even trying to hide from him, turning away. It was hard to put into words what she was feeling, but it was something that she simply couldn’t shake off. There were too many disappointments, and betrayals in the past for her to think that something wasn’t wrong. She wasn’t sure what she was doing wrong, but there had to be something, right? There had to be a defective part of her that made people leave her and never come back into her life.

Charles knew all about those disappointments and betrayals of her past, whether from friends or ex-lovers, but he didn’t think that it left such an impact on her that she would think this way about herself.

She opened her eyes, but she still couldn’t bear to look at him as a tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek. “There has to be an explanation, right? Why everybody leaves…”

Her voice croaked on the last word and Charles’ eyes watered.

He shook his head adamantly, feeling angry about all the people who hurt her and made her think this way. “No. Absolutely not. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

She wiped the tear off her face and stared blankly at one spot in the distance. “I want to know what am I doing wrong, Charles.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong.”, Charles shook his head again. “Listen to me.”

But she was still staring off somewhere far away and it wasn’t until Charles called out her name that she snapped out of it and finally looked at him. He made her face him and listen closely to his words by gently palming her cheeks with both hands.

“You are the most incredible, gorgeous, intelligent…”, Charles started to list in a tender tone. “…the kindest and the most supportive woman I’ve ever met.”

Her mouth quivered again and she bit her lip to prevent herself from sobbing. “I know we’re great friends, Charles, but…”

There was a moment of hesitation, a few seconds of silence as she contemplated what to say next. If it was a smart idea to admit to Charles what was bothering her had also to do with him and how she felt like a lovesick puppy whenever he was around. How she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible and how she craved for Charles to be hers and only hers.

As fate would have had it, Charles was thinking about admitting the same thing. And if there was ever the right moment to do it, he felt that it was now.

“We are great friends, but…”, Charles repeated, gathering the courage to say everything that was on his mind. “I love you. More than a friend is supposed to love you.”

The only reaction he got was a blank stare as she tried to process what he just said. She blinked a few times in shock as she looked at Charles with eyes wide as saucers.

“You… What?”

Charles chuckled, feeling light now that he confessed it, even though he was still afraid of the outcome.

“I love you.”, Charles repeated once again, not wanting to take it back now.

As he noticed a small smile creep up on her face, Charles’ heart did a leap in his chest. He finally felt relief as her grin grew wider and wider, lighting up her face.

“That’s why it’s so unbelievable to me how you could ever think that nobody wants you.”, Charles explained with a sigh. “And besides me, you have so many other people that have been completely smitten by you, whether as friends or something more. Maybe you can’t see it, but I do.”

A tear escaped her eye once again and she quickly wiped it away, laughing lightly. “I have to stop crying, this is embarrassing.”

Charles caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, looking down at her lovingly. “I don’t care.”

Without any warning, she got even closer and pressed her lips against his. He was surprised at first, but reacted quickly, melting into the kiss. His arms wrapped around her in an embrace once again, pulling her completely against him possessively. She rested her hands around his neck, lightly stroking her fingers through his hair as they kissed. It got deeper and hungrier as it continued, neither of them wanting to pull away from each other now that they found out the truth about their feelings.

When she broke the kiss, they were breathing heavily, but with huge smiles on their faces.

“If it’s not clear…”, she giggled, giving him one more quick peck on the lips. “I love you too, Charles.”

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eudaem0niic · 2 years

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first time ~ kurt kunkle x reader (28k reads on wattpad!!🫶)

pairing: kurt kunkle x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, mild pain kink, female receiving oral, penetration, gore, language

wc: 5.1k

note: this is an ongoing fic, updates might be added slightly later than wattpad updates (username: eudaemonic)

Backstory

You and Kurt met on a late night spree drive home. You had had a rough night, in which your boyfriend dumped you with the last words he said to you being "I don't regret cheating, fuck you", so you weren't really looking for anything. All you wanted was to go home and sleep off the post breakup slump you were experiencing.

Kurt, who at the time was your driver, seemed to continuously stare at you and, even in the dimly lit car, you could see in his eyes that it wasn't a malicious stare, nor a creepy stalker stare, it was more like something he saw triggered an emotion he'd never felt before. To him it felt euphoric, almost unreal. But in between his spurts of glances, he noticed the hurt in your face, or maybe he just saw the mascara which, unbeknownst to you, was streaked down your face. "Hey, are you- are you okay? Its just from here it looks like you've been crying.." He let out a short, almost relieved breath. It was as if he was trying to talk to you for a while but only just built up the confidence to do so. You let out a short chuckle. "Not really. My boyfriend cheated on me, then ditched me." He looks back with a frown. "Oh shit, he sounds like a dick. You don't deserve that, your like, insanely beau- i mean, your crazy pretty, he must not know what he's just lost." He stops at the red light, turns to look at you and gives a kind, inviting smile. You finally get a full view of his face, and he's cuter than you expected. His hazel eyes were half hidden by his even browner hair which, although was quite greasy, was styled in a way that cradled his face shape. His smile was slightly lopsided, giving him an almost cartoony image. And so far, he seemed like a kind-hearted and warm person. You smiled. "Thanks, your pretty cute too, Kurt." At this his face turned bright red, he had never been complimented before.

Conversation ceased from then on, until you wiped your smudged mascara and tears, since your surprisingly attractive driver had changed your mood, and climbed into the front. You caressed his now speckled pink cheek, then held his hand, which was on the gear. "So, Kurt.." You made eye contact and smiled at him to reassure the anxious look he gave you. ".. do you have a girlfriend by any chance?"

Six months in

You step up to your door, rummaging in your bag for your keys after a long day of work. You didn't expect Kurt to be there because even though he has a key, he rarely uses it since he doesn't live with you and you are normally in when he comes around. He also frequently works weekdays quite late, so seeing him dashing around cleaning for whatever reason came as a surprise. Upon hearing the door open, he looked up and grinned. "Oh hey babe!" He says ecstatically as he runs up to you to hug you. The height difference between you and him means he towers over you when he hugs you, sometimes he even picks you up. You hold on tightly to his waist as he too grapples onto you. You take a moment to inhale his smell. As always, he smells of cherry vape and aftershave. "I missed you so much." He says with a devoted tone. You chuckle. "Kurt, baby, you saw me yesterday. But i missed you too." You look up at him and smile while he kisses your forehead.

"Hey, I-uh, thought maybe, if you're not busy, we could go out tonight? Like- ...like a date? It's okay if you can't it's just.. your favourite movie is on in the drive-in tonight, I thought you might wanna go see it?" You smiled at his thoughtfulness. He's the only guy you've dated who hasn't just used you for your body. "Absolutely." His face lit up with glee, and he ran to grab his outfit that he had already planned. "Now I'm not dressing too casual but not out-to-dinner type fancy either. I bought us some matching stuff but you don't have to wear it if it's too cringey or anything, love." He walked out of the bedroom with his outfit and the matching accessories he got you both, which were a handbag for you and a matching belt for him. You gasped in awe at how pretty the bag was. It was a lilac leather bag with golden chain handles, and the belt was the same lilac leather, but with the gold chain on the side. "Oh Kurt, you really didn't have to! I love them, and you." You stand on your tiptoes to kiss him but he notices your struggle and intention, and he picks you up in a hug. Your legs grapple around his waist, while your hands go through his hair and you kiss him. His arms around you hold you tighter as to make sure he doesn't lose his grip on you. You place your head on his shoulder, and wrap your arms around his neck. Thankfully, he gets to the sofa before starting to lose balance. He runs his fingers through your hair before he lays down, with you laid on him.

There are thousands of thoughts running through both of your heads, majority of these thoughts were similar. They consist of mainly how lucky you both believe you are for meeting the other. It's a perfect relationship, you both found each other in hard times which you helped the other get through. Once Kurt admitted that before he met you, he was in fact planning a fame-seeking killing spree, which was a lot to take in, considering how innocent and kind he is to you. For Kurt, all of this was new. You were his first girlfriend, first person to compliment him, first non-family member to hug him, first kiss and maybe, he hopes, the girl who he has his first time with. He is the happiest he's ever been when hes with you, and you are all he ever thinks of. He zoned back in from his thoughts, and noticed you were asleep. "The movie isn't till late anyways." so he set an alarm, wrapped his arms around you and slept.

The drive-in

As Kurt turned into the parking lot, you saw the adverts on the large screen. You hadn't seen your favourite movie, Labyrinth, in a long time. You barely even recall telling Kurt it was your favourite movie. He pulled into a perfect spot, and pulled out some food from the back of the car. "I brought your favourite foods too, babe." He smiles, proud of himself for planning all this secretly. You smile back, to make sure he knows you are proud too. He isn't the greatest for understanding positive expressions other than a smile, just a symptom of his childhood neglect. Although it was forecast to be warm, it was surprisingly cold. Upon one of Kurt's frequent gazes at you, he notices you shivering. "Here, you can come sit on my lap if you want, hon." You climb over the things in between you and him, and sit on his lap. He wraps his arms around you, and rubs his thumbs against your waist in circular motions. His cold but smooth lips collide with your neck, and he makes a few marks before laying his head on your shoulder. He chuckles. "How did i get so lucky? It's insane." this makes you blush, and butterflies hit the sides if your stomach vigorously. You share the same viewpoint, it was as if he was destined to be working late the night you tumbled into his spree.

You were an hour and twenty minutes into the movie when you felt something against your thigh. "Um.. Kurt? Is that.." You turn around to see his deeply embarrassed face. "Oh babe don't get embarrassed!! Its okay, it's natural, nothing to be ashamed of. I'm not gonna judge you, it just sorta shocked me." You give him a reassuring smile and turn your back to the movie to hug him, trying to calm his embarrassment. "I-i'm sorry if i made you uncomfortable, i didn't mean-" you stop him from saying any more. "Kurt, love, its natural. You didn't make me uncomfortable, nor do you need to apologise." He sighs, as if letting out the shame he felt. He hugs you back tightly, then looks at you and says, "Do you wanna.. go back to your seat? You don't have to, its just.. y'know.." you chuckle. "Baby I told you it doesn't matter, it happens. I'm staying here. You give nice hugs." He lets out a smile you've never seen before. It's like a smile of acceptance. He's never been given this much reassurance over anything. He really loved you, it was something irreplaceable. You turned back around to watch the movie.

By the end of the movie, it had went down. You knew bringing it up again would embarrass him, so you forgot it ever happened and held his hand as he drove back to your house.

The sleepover

When you both got back to your house, you and Kurt sat down together. He went to check his phone, and upon opening it, furrowed his brows. You looked at him in concern. "Babe, what's wrong?" He lets out a sigh of frustration and says "Shit. It's my parents. They're arguing again." You look at him in disbelief. "Holy shit, its been happening so much recently hasn't it? Are you sure it's safe to go home? You can maybe stay here if you'd like? We haven't had a sleepover yet." His face lit up again. "Yeah, thats a good idea baby." You smiled wide, and hugged him tightly.

You and Kurt had never spent a night together mainly because, even though Kurt is a grown adult, his dad Kris refused to let him. This time was only different because he had reasoning, and it may well be the first of very few unless Kris changed his opinion on it.

After a while of cuddling on the sofa, Kurt went to have a shower. His hair got shockingly greasy very quickly, so he had to have a shower on the morning and on the night to minimise the amount of grease. While he was in the shower, you decided to take your tights and underwear off. You had a large waist, and everything was always tight. You didn't think anything of it, as its what you normally do when you get home from a night out. It wasn't long before Kurt came back in from the shower and sat next to you again. You laid your head on his shoulder, and he put his hand on your thigh. He once again did the circular thing with his thumb, he knew it gave you butterflies. You stared up at him. "Kurt.." He looked down at you, curious. You led your eyes to your tights and underwear on the floor, then looked back up at him. There was a silence as you read the gobsmacked expression on his face. He wasn't sure what to say. You put your hand on top of his, which was still on your thigh.

"You- you want me to..?" He stuttered, still almost completely speechless. "Yeah Kurt, I do. If you want to of course-" He cuts you off as he pulls you into a passionate kiss, while slowly sliding his hand up your thigh. He props your head on the arm rest while he turns you into a laid down position. His hand slowly but surely reaches your clit, placing pressure on it that makes you squeal, although it was muffled because of the fact that your mouth was still covered by Kurt's. For a virgin, he was surprisingly good. He was about to move his hand lower when you pulled back from the kiss and said, almost breathless, "Not here," you panted, "bedroom." You went to get up, but he slid one hand behind your back, and one under your legs and carried you there.

He dropped you on the bed and leaned over you. He pulled you in for another kiss, then he slowly went lower. He reached your neck and paused for a few seconds. You knew what he was doing immediately. He was leaving his mark on your neck. He then proceeded lower, and when he reached your chest, he began to unzip your dress. You got the message, and helped him pull it off, as well as your bra. You were now fully naked, while Kurt was simply shirtless. You were contemplating undressing him, but decided he would do it in his own time. He started lowering his lips again, reaching your breast. While he kissed the right one, he cupped the other in his hand and gripped it tightly. You let out a quiet moan, which shocked you. He lifted his head and chuckled in a low tone. "Pain slut, huh?" It was you this time who was speechless. You'd never seen this side of him, you didn't even know it existed. But you liked it. He smirked, and continued. As he reached your groin, you held on to the bedpost tightly. He was a virgin, but you could tell from what has already happened that what was about to happen wouldn't portray that in any way.

You felt his warm breath hit your clit. It was a strange sensation, almost like a tingle. He looked up at you lustfully with a smirk painted onto his pale pink lips. He looked back down at you and slowly went downwards, continuing to kiss your groin. It only took a few seconds before he reached you, soft moans roughened as he went from kissing to licking. His tongue seemed like less of a virgin than Kurt himself, it guided its way around your folds, hitting all the most sensitive areas with raw vigour. There was a fine line between the skill level of oral. On one side, there was being so terrible that it seems like you are just struggling to find the actual opening, and on the other side it's like theres a map of the folds engraved into your mind. Kurt was, surprisingly, the second one. You gripped tighter onto the bed frame as his tongue confidently wrapped his way around your folds and down to your entrance. His tongue mimicked the circular motion his thumb was doing on your hips and thigh earlier in the night, and it had just the same effect on you. "God. You are-" you were cut off by your own moans, "-you are good for a virgin" while saying this, you let out what you could of a laugh. His eyes came upwards to look at you, still making circles inside of you. You gripped the bed tighter, and let out a loud, shaky moan.

It wasn't long before you noticed him slowing his pace. Once it had slowed to a moderate speed, he began kissing again. He followed his previous path up to your lips. When he reached it, you tasted yourself on his throbbing tongue. He then went on to kiss your neck again, leaving more hickeys. After catching your breath, you rolled both of you over, so you were above him. You began to grind on him, holding the bed frame that was behind his head. Unhesitatingly, he pulled off his trousers, and threw them on the floor beside the bed. Just before he took off his underwear, you saw that he was getting a boner again. But this time, he didn't seem embarrassed, he looked confident, as if he didn't care. As his boxers came off, you saw his dick, and you were surprised to say the least. It was huge. He laid back and placed his hands on your hips. "Just making sure, you want this, don't you?" you nodded, still in too much awe over the length to speak. The second he got your confirmation, he didn't waste a single second and picked you up by your hips, because he could tell you were still exhausted from before. He placed you back in between his legs, allowing you to mount yourself upon him. You smirked. "Ready?" he nodded, excitement and curiosity slightly showing in his face. You began going up and down slowly. A throbbing pulse-like feeling hit your insides. Grunts emerged from the depths of Kurt's throat as you sped up. He gripped tighter on your waist, leaving marks on you. Short, breathy moans came from your mouth in groups of four or five. You held onto his shoulders, as if about to fall off a cliff. He was immense. Every time you moaned, which happened frequently, you grabbed his shoulders tighter. His groans were hoarse, as if his throat was dry. It wasn't long before you noticed him getting sloppier and slowing a bit. His groans slowly became moans, getting louder and louder. You knew what was happening. Seconds later, a warm fluid shot up inside you. It came as a shock, and you jumped a bit. He finished, and you noticed he was completely drained of energy from his droopy head. You leaned upwards, causing his dick to fall onto his lower belly. You laid on him, head on his chest. He ran his hand through your hair and kissed your forehead. He hugged you tightly and closed his eyes. You let out a small smile and did the same as him.

Morning after

You wake up to a warm breath next to your ear. You turn around to see Kurt fast asleep, face almost touching yours. You smiled contently and kissed his forehead. He mumbled as his eyes fluttered open. '"Hi babe, you okay?" you say in a high voice. You didn't know what you expected to get back, but god it sure wasn't what you got. "Hey babe, i'm good. Just tired." his voice was deep and rough. Deeper than usual. It was strangely attractive. "Well I'm not surprised, you fucking rearranged my organs." you said with a light chuckle. He lets out a proud smirk, he was surprised that he did so well for his first. 'God, I wish my dad wasn't so uptight, I'd have moved out by now if he let me.' You stay silent in thought for a moment. 'Stay here. With me. And don't ask your dad, just tell him. You're twenty-three, Kurt, he has no control over you anymore.' You push his hair out of his eyes and smile. 'You know what? You're right! Should we go tell him like.. now? Once we've gotten dressed obviously,' he chuckles lightly, 'can't go out butt naked.' You giggle and climb out of bed. Turning to the wardrobe, you pick out a comfy outfit. It's Saturday, and you thought you could have a lazy day with Kurt. He grabs yesterdays clothes from the floor and gets ready.

You both get in his car, it was closer and you were tired. His parents house wasn't far away, but it was isolated from the world. It was hidden behind a small field which was half dead and had no life whatsoever there. The house wasn't in the greatest condition either. All it was was a small bungalow, majority of which stunk of weed. The only room that didn't really smell of it was Kurt's room. He never let his drug addict of a Dad in his room, so it never smelt of his narcotics. The living room stunk of alcohol too. Another perk of living with burnt out, depressed, middle aged pricks. You grab his hand as he pulls onto the curb. 'You ready for this? There's no rush, babe.' He takes a moment to ponder, and nods. You both step out the car and meet at the edge of the path, look each other in the eyes, grab the other's hand and walk up to the door. You go to knock, but Kurt just walks in. 'Dad! We need to talk to you.' his dad turns, startled by the sudden entrance. 'No knocking, then? Huh.' he looks at us as if we were piles of dirt. He then smiles and you see a idea perk up in his small, drugged-up mind. 'So.. did you take his v-card last night? Huh? Huh?' he laughs at his immaturity and nudges you and Kurt. Kurt whacks his dad's arm. 'Dad, stop it. We are here to say.. i'm moving out. I'm gonna start living with my girlfriend.' His dad looks at him, baffled. Suddenly, an anger you've never seen before floods his face. 'Boy, you don't even know how to take care of yourself. I'm the main income. Fuck, all it takes is one shitty driver to knock your car and i'll be the only income. You need me, Kurt.' His voice got quieter as he spoke. You smiled politely, 'Actually, Kris, both me and Kurt have stable jobs. If one of us gets the sack, we still have the other to keep us on track while we look for a new job. He's gonna be fine with me.' This sent Kris into a rage. 'He will NOT be alright with you! I'm his dad, I know whats best for him, and its sure as hell not you! Get out!' Suddenly, he stormed at you. Kurt's face dropped, and he stepped in the way as quickly as he could. He knocked his dad to the ground, pinning him down while he yells. He tries hitting Kurt, but it's no use. He slowly gives up, and Kurt lets go. He hesitantly crawls back up, maintaining furious eye contact with you. He grunts and pulls a sour look, looking you up and down before shrugging and walking away. Kurt stutters as he shouts at him, 'S- so is that a yes?' 'Do whatever the fuck you want.' was the only response he got as his dad walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge for a beer. Kurt sighed, his short temper wearing out as he grabs hold of your hand and leads you out of the house. He slams the door behind you both after flipping off his dad.

He quickly wraps his arms around you.You notice tears hit your shoulder, and look up to see what was wrong. 'Hey, hey, it's okay. You did it. I'm so proud of you. I know that took a lot.' He holds you tighter while you comfort him, and you both stand in each others arms for a moment. You tapped his back and signalled to the car. He sniffled his nose and nodded. As the car pulled away from the drive, you saw Kris running towards the car, hammer in his hand. He hit the back window with a harsh force. Glass covered the back seats, the boot, and the area at the back of the car. Kurt spun in his seat, a look of shock and anger rose up into his face. He looked away angrily for a moment, paused, and grabbed his gun from the arm rest. 'Kurt, don-' he cut you off by grabbing your arm with an aggression you never expected from him. 'Stay out of this.' He looked back at you for a second, and turned to his car door. You reached for his arm again, shaking with fear, but he was out of the car before you could get to him. You turned swiftly to where he was now storming towards. Kris saw him behind him, and ran towards your window. As he aimed the hammer towards you, you closed your eyes and covered your head to brace yourself. Almost immediately, you heard a thud on the ground and a loud, pained grunt. 'You know what dad? I'm sick to death of you treating me like I'm your fucking little kid. I'm an adult, and I know how to act like one. I'm tired of dealing with your bullshit, your drunken pickups from shitty ass clubs miles from here, your lack of caring until you need me, honestly, i'm just sick of you. You gave me nothing as a kid, you kinda learn how to care for yourself when your mom is a prostitute and your dad is a drug addict. You know, I don't think i've needed you since I was fucking five. I've hated you my whole life, i'm only acting on it now because i've realised you never did shit all for me, you just acted like you did. I'm done with your bullshit. You won't ever come near me or my girlfriend again, and i'm gonna make sure of that right now.' By now you had opened your eyes, and were watching Kurt stand over his dad, who was cowering on the ground. Slowly, he aimed the gun at Kris. You slammed the window, screaming at him to stop. He ignored your yelling and continued pointing it at him. He wasn't shaking or twitching like he normally does. He was visibly confident in what he was doing, and it was showing how long he had been waiting to do this. You decided to stop trying to stop him, you knew it was no use, yet your eyes were moving back and forth between the shaking man on the floor and the boyfriend who you thought you knew. You watched Kurt stare into his dad's horrified eyes with a look that seemed almost psychopathic. Tension and horror built up inside you as you watched him slowly pull the trigger. Suddenly, you flinched, and when your eyes reopened you saw Kris laid on the floor, blood surrounding his lifeless body. Kurt looked back at you, a look of terror and regret on his face as he realised what you had just seen him do. He hesitated for several moments before zoning back in and rushing towards his car door. 'We- we need to go.' 'Kurt; what the fuck did you-' 'We need,' he turned the engine on, 'to go.' He sped along the road and dashed through traffic to get to your house. You could barely get a word out about what just happened, so you sat in silence.

Cars honked aggressively at Kurt's speed, their even angrier drivers cursing and flipping him off. 'Fuck you too, cunts!' He yelled out of his momentarily open window. Tears welled in your widened eyes, shaking as you turned slowly to look at him for the first time since he shot Kris. He looked at you swiftly before looking away, then he peered over again. 'I-' he let out a deep breath, 'I'm sorry you had to see that, it won't ever happen again. I love you, okay?' he shot you a quick attempt at a reassuring smile before reaching for your hand. You couldn't move away, you were still frozen in devastation. The rest of the ride blurred in your mind; you zoned out and didn't hear anything else. What you had just seen happen changed everything. Your head was flooded yet empty at the same time. Who was Kurt? Or, alternatively, who was he becoming and what would it do to you?

Change of plans

Kurt's cold hand grabbed your shoulder and shook you to try pull you out of whatever reality you were in. His hand seemed strangely unfamiliar, you weren't sure you recognised your own boyfriend anymore. 'Babe, get up, we need to get in the house and think about this.' You twisted yourself around swiftly. 'We? What part in this did I have?! I sat and watched my boyfriend, whom I thought I knew, kill his own father after begging him to stop and suddenly it's we?! What the fuck, Kurt? Who are you? Give me one good reason why I don't walk away and tell the cops right now.' At this, his face changed. It was less of a concern for him and more of an concern towards you. He was shocked. 'I- well- because I love you, I did that for you.' You scoffed. 'I didn't ask you to do that. You did that on your own accord.' He fumbled around for a moment and grabbed your hands. 'I- I did what I thought was right- I didn't want him to hurt you- I care about you!' You let out a deep breath, and try to calm yourself. You don't know how or why, but you somewhat understand why he did what he did; he didn't have anyone there for him his whole life, and he had just faced a scenario that made him suddenly terrified of losing you. The anger, confusion and shock you had simmered and you let in a bit of empathy.

'Kurt. There were other ways of protecting me.' 'I- I know but I was scared! I wasn't thinking straight. You have to believe me!' He tugged at your hands desperately. 'Kurt, I believe you,' You take another breath, 'I just don't understand why you didn't do something else.' He looks down, you weren't sure if he felt guilt or if he was confused by his actions. 'I wasn't thinking straight,' His voice was less erratic and more relaxed, 'I was scared, angry, upset, it was just- I didn't know how to react. My first reaction was to protect you.' 'You still killed someone, Kurt. That's like, one of the worst crimes you could do.' He covers his face with his hands. 'Shit. I know. I'm so stupid. Why didn't i just fucking drive off.' You take his hand from his face and hold it tightly, with your other hand on top. 'I'm not sure what I'd need to do to stop you from being put in prison, but I'm going to try to prevent it. I don't care what happens to me, if you are willing to do what you did for me, I'm willing to do this for you.' He looks up at you, his face a jumbled up mix of relief, joy and surprise. 'Babe I can't- I don't want you being in trouble too. It's safest for you to-' You cut him off with a swift kiss. 'I don't care what's safe and what isn't, I'm doing this for you. No matter what it takes, babe.' Part of you couldn't believe you were doing this, but it was obvious. You were head over heels for this man, and he was the most amazing guy you'd ever met. It was a once in a lifetime experience you weren't planning on losing. And as long as you had any say in it, you most certainly wouldn't lose it.

#kurt kunkle #joe keery #spree #the lesson #smut #joe keery x reader #kurt kunkle x reader #stranger things #joe keery x you #kurt kunkle x you #fem!reader #spree x reader

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sisterpaw125 · 5 months

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The community has spoken

(This is gonna be a long post)

Since the results are in I will began working on the fic. However due to personal reasons, there is a chance I won't finish the first chapter till 2024 spring (maybe even summer, if the final exams are too hard).

But worry not my dears! I won't leave you hanging. I will do my best to post small sketches of our group (alongside everyone else) from scenes in the fic, random activities and of course shitposts😇.

Now let's not waste anymore time and let me introduce our main group!! (Remember: the nightime looks are still work in progress!)

Greg/Gekko🐊

● Currently 14 going on 15

● Puberty was pretty generious with him, but at the cost of his sleep

● His intrests didn't changed much over the year, except he took on workout

● He also seems to ran out of his luck because every time he fights a nighttime villain he gets a new bruise/scar.

●Still does herowork at night, but not every single night. The Power Heroes made a schedual about who patrols which night

Luna girl/Luna🌙

● Just turned 15 years old

● Her hair turned completly silver over the years

● Puberty blessed her with all the good stuff

● Works at the local flower shop part-time

● Nothing changed regarding her villany

Romeo Mechano💻

● 15 years old

● Still has a HUGE ego, also likes to make sure people know their below him

● He got wrinkles all over his face due to stress (it's a miracle he didn't get a second white streak)

● The only reason he is still in high school is because he keeps failing in literature + his behaivour

●He spends most of his school days making plans for his robots and world domination

Night Ninja/Nick✨

● Just turned 16

● Nobody knows what he looks like. He wears a face mask and bodysuit that covers 90% of his body, only leaving his hair out

● He dyed his hair blue with red ends, in honor of his villain outfit

● He's a quite student who tries to stay out of most of things (projects, competitions, talking), not because he's shy, he just doesn't think avrage people deserve his attention

Kevin Wolfie🐺

● 14 years old

● He's just happy to be here

● During daytime most of his wolf features disappear, leaving dark marks behind (they kinda look like dirt marks)

● Wait- how did he even get into high school? Simple, he forged some document alongside Rip and Howler

● Is suprisengly smart when it comes to school

(That's everything for now, ba-bye!!)

#pj masks #gekko #luna girl #romeo mechano #night ninja #kevin #wolfies #might edit later #might expand on this later

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jessitasquirrelart · 1 year

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So I did some personal redesigns of a handful of Genshin characters, starting with Kaeya and Diluc.

As a forever Kaeya main, I couldn't help but draw something with him.

(Redesigns below the cut)

So I did a total of 4 redesigns for these two (two each). For the first two, I took their default outfits and just put a spin on them.

I also inserted some headcanons I had about them, such as their heights and some other details.

Kaeya is 5'8 (172.7cm) here. I'm headcanoning him to be around 23 years old. He is also a half-elf in these headcanons.

I simplified his outfit to some degree, with some small changes.

I emphasized the crystalfly shape on his chest and tried to add a bit more peacock imagery (his cape) onto him. I also changed up his unique vision to be unique in a different way because I wanted to emphasize his asymmetry.

I gave him heterochromia and a scar over his eye-patched eye, as I like the idea of both. He already had silver streaks in his hair, I just pulled them through the hair hanging over his shoulder, and also gave it a bit more body. He also has some added beauty marks, because all pretty men deserve them. I gave him a cooler skin tone because ice.

For Diluc, I drew him at 5'7 (170.2cm) and have him at 24 years old.

I reduced some of his "cowboy" motifs, but mostly kept him as "Diluc but in a different font" in terms of the actual design of the outfit. Like Kaeya's I simplified the upper half. I also brought a little bit more color into. I also added what was supposed to be like bird shapes on his gloves.

I added some scars onto his face too, because I figured he got into a few rough scraps when he was going on his little murder rampage. The choice to give him a braid was purely impulse but I feel like it adds some refinement to him. I tried to warm up his skin tone too because fire.

After I redid their default outfits, I decided to create some alternate outfits.

Kaeya is based on a combination of Howl Pendragon (Ghibli specifically) and Fai D. Flourite (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles). I swapped out his eyepatch for a golden half-mask and maintained some degree of asymmetry. I also gave him a braid here and threw it over the opposite shoulder to his default style.

Diluc's should be pretty obviously based on his "Red Dead of Night" skin, but I majorly simplified it and added back in some cowboy motifs, including a bolo tie and chaps. He also gets to have his little batman mask here.

#genshin impact #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact diluc #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #genshin redesign #not ship #art #digital art #fanart #genshin fanart #genshin kaeya #happy birthday kaeya

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bepisbee · 2 years

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I'm not sure where to go with this WIP other than the start of basic world build/introductions. More random shit for the bnha/quirk au i wanted to combine a modern au idea i've had about vidow with major height difference with trans male vio who was into ballet and stupid stronk and also super tiny like 128cm ish compared to Shadow being a large boi (tm) around 188-200cm and a lil chubby and adorable gremlin man

Vio/Shadow Blue/Red/Green

Character basics and small WIP fic under the cut

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Vio (Violet): He/Him trans man. (Has had surgery too and bottom becuase he can, also becuase magic :) ) Avian quirk (a starling) purple slit bird eyes, black talons he needs to keep filed down, very sharp teeth, taloned and scaled bird feet with a dew claw. Majoring in performance arts (ballet/theatre) which is where he met Red. Is a predator type bird, eats raw meat. He is secretly super ripped. Pretty much all my Hawks headcanons projected. if anyone other than Red or Shadow calls him Violet say goodbye to your kneecaps. He will never admit it but he is in fact sometimes distracted when shiny things hit the light just right. Constantly stealing Shadow's clothing. Around 128cm height

Shadow: He/It. Darkling/Demon quirk. Sharp black claws and fangs, minor thing for blood that he's only ever confessed to Vio about. Can use Shadow Magic. Makes pretty purple fire. Majoring in (being a dumbass) combat training. Not sure what it wants to do yet. Spars with Green for fun. Used to be a bully and sometimes falls back on that persona but it's actually a very sweet boy. Hurt him and Vio will break your kneecaps. Has heterochromia red/blue. He has a pet snake named Janus based on his favorite web series. Around 200cm height

Red: She/Her trans woman (also has had gender affirming surgery becuase she deserves it and i say so >:) ). Fairy quirk. Has slightly see through pastel red wings. She can't fly really but she can hover for a few minutes. Can do some basic healing magic and a bit of fire magic. Major empath. She is part of the stage crew, mostly in costumes and makeup. Majoring in fashion/fabrics and good friends with Styla. Around 160cm height.

Blue (Agua): He/They. A zoran/merfolk quirk. He has webbed hands and gills on his neck on land. Turns full tail merman in the water. Saltwater fish. Gets personally offended when Vio eats raw fish in front of him. Majoring in journalism despite his Hylian (writing) being pretty awful. Resolute truth seeker, no bullshit. Has OCD and they WILL refold your laundry if it's out. Most reliable and loyal in their group. Around 150cm height.

Green: They/Them. A human, but has a strength/endurance quirk. Stupidly strong. They workout with Vio a lot because he's good at the leg stuff and they're good at arm stuff. They're surprisingly light on their feet. Training to become a professional boxer. Only one that isn't going to their college but they hang around anyways and isn't reprimanded because all the teachers like them. They have an affinity for animals and sometimes help out the vet sector. Around 140cm height

--- short WIP fic thing---

Five people sat around in a dorm room. One, clad in a dark forest green sweater hanging upside down off a cheap bed, watching tiktoks on a cell. Their name was Green. Their feet were up on the lap of someone sitting up on the bed in an aqua blue blazer with the sleeves rolled up. He liked to be called Blue, although he let his friends call him "Agua" in jest. Sometimes. His webbed fingers struggled to grip a pen while he wrote in a composition book. "Fucking Homework" was scrawled on the front in shiny silver sharpie and awful Hylian. Blue looked around before sticking the pen into the ponytail section of his dark blue manbun. He was giving up for now.

A cute Hylian with rosy cheeks and pastel ruby fairy wings caught his attention easily. In an open back pink sweater and fluffy skirt she sat kneeling behind a short avian hybrid. Short blonde hair with streaks of vibrant red curled around her face. She was preening the stretched iridescent purple wings on his back while delivering the lastest tea from being the theatre's main stage crew and costume director. She called herself Red.

The avian she was caring after prefered Vio, only those very close to him were allowed to refer to him as Violet. And only in private moments. A colored visor sat atop his blonde head and his slitted purple eyes were shut in contentment.

Across in a chair, sitting backwards, was said avian's boyfriend, Shadow. Pretty purple hair and sharp black claws with vicious mockery fangs. He swayed back and forth in the wheeled seat listening to the gossip and sometimes piping in a wise ass remark. Although, mostly gazing at Vio for the duration.

A small chirp surprised the room, as she accidentally yanked a feather on her rings.

"Ah-! I'm sorry!" Red smoothed it over gently in apology.

"It's alright," his eyes were back open. "You surprised me more than anything." He adjusted the too large black hoodie he wore. It was Shadow's of course. His taloned bird feet sat cross legged underneath. He was becoming much more comfortable being himself around his strange friend group.

Shadow stood slowly stretching up to his full height, nearly 200cm, before joining Red on the floor. Vio's pretty eyes snapped over to him immediately. They were very expressive but impossible to read without experience. His gaze followed him curiously as the demon sat. Shadow made a gentle shooing motion to the fairy and took over. Red giggled behind her hand and took the chair seat.

Vio eyed him warily. He dragged his sharp nails across and through the feather with an incredible light tenderness. Flitting feathers back into place and pulling out loose ones that had shed and regrown but gotten stuck in the mass of downy fluff. The blonde relaxed into it. His shoulders quickly lost their tenseness. The room grew into comfortable silence. Only interrupted by the occasional soft bird noises of appreciation from the starling.

"Alright Fuckers, I cannot with this damn work so…" Blue passed his phone over to Green. "Order something asshats. It's my turn to buy" A food delivery app was open. It wasn't a college hangout without snacks after all.

#four swords #shadow link #vio link #vidow #chili writes #au #modern au #college au #bnha au #quirk au #green/red/blue #green link #blue link #red link #vio/shadow #unfinished #wip

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itsmajel · 1 year

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I posted 1,456 times in 2022

That's 146 more posts than 2021!

72 posts created (5%)

1,384 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ruffboijuliaburnsides

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

@yetanotherobsessivereader

@comebackcas

@thelittleblackfox

I tagged 162 of my posts in 2022

#0 - 30 posts

#buddie - 44 posts

#majel arts - 29 posts

#fic rec - 25 posts

#911 fox - 22 posts

#911 fanart - 21 posts

#majel reads - 20 posts

#buddie fanart - 16 posts

#self promo - 16 posts

#because look i made this! - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 120 characters

#nowadays if the post does not have pictures i am usually confused at least 3/4 of it until ive figured out who its about

My Top Posts in 2022:

Remember that shirtless firefighter calendar from season 2 that Eddie and Buck didn’t get into?

Yeah, me too.

Anyone else bummed we didn’t get to see their entries because damn we should have?

Yeah, me too.

Fortunately I remembered I can in fact draw and cast them both for 2022. I know I already drew Eddie once but I felt like I could do even better now and also I just can’t stop myself and really why should I?! So here we go again:

Eddie’s second entry to the LAFD Calendar 2022. Buck had no input in this pose, but it has him hot under the collar anyway. Enough to have him shelling out 18 bucks for a calendar he already owns. Again, it’s for charity and Evan Buckley is a charitable guy.

See reblogs for links to Buck’s and Eddie’s other entries and TK’s and Carlos‘ entries to the Austin first responder calendar 2022.

[Image description: The artwork shows a man—Eddie Diaz—posing shirtless. One neon yellow and silver suspender is visible, draped over his left shoulder and secured to the waistband of his dark pants. The thumb of his left hand is hooked in the black clasp of the suspender, resting on his hip. The red band of the right suspender is just about visible, undone and hanging down by his right hip. A smattering of chest hair lines Eddie’s naked chest, as well as a happy trail disappearing into his pants. A tattoo in Spanish can partially be seen wrapped around his left forearm, the words ‘la mente y’ just about visible. The background is a turquoise hue with streaks of white through it. The artwork was done digitally.]

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“Did you know you produce enough saliva in a year to fill two bathtubs?”

“Are you seriously giving me facts about saliva right now?”

“What? It’s interesting and sort of relevant and -”

“Buck, just shut up and kiss me okay?”

Smiling Buck closed the space and did just that. He kissed Eddie and it felt like fireworks exploded in his chest. Bursting with colour and light and warmth and something that felt an awful lot like happiness...

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I’m finally back with some Buddie art and this one is dedicated to all the magic, fireworks going off, world stopping, world changing first kisses in fanfic. I love them and Buck and Eddie deserve one. So this is my attempt to visualize that special moment. It’s also the first Buddie kiss I drew way back in …. May. Yes that’s how long it took me to post this even though I’ve been posting my art chronologically (the pride month art being the exception). So yeah please stay tuned for more to come.

See reblogs for links to more Buddie art by me and the taglist.

[Image description: The artwork shows two men kissing in the foreground—one taller blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) on the right, and one shorter brunet (Eddie Diaz) on the left. Both men’s eyes are closed. Eddie is heavily stubbled, wearing a maroon T-shirt and Buck is wearing a grey T-shirt with his signature birthmark visible around his left eyebrow. They are backlit by a bursting lens flare. The background is a soft, baby blue hue, with a myriad of coloured confetti decorating the image. The artwork was done digitally.]

263 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

A Buddie sticker design I did for my lovely and beloved friend @octoberobserver who complained there wasn’t enough Buddie merch out there.

I am personally holding her responsible for a) getting me into this mess by making me binge watch season 1 - 4 of this silly litte show and even worse b) delivering the epiphany that Eddie is in fact hot guy from Step Up 4.

For once I have not crawled willingly into this dumpster but been forcefully shoved. Anyway hi 911 Buddie folks, I love it here!

330 notes - Posted April 27, 2022

“Dad, come on! Buck wants to take a picture of us!”

“Yes Eddie come on, I want to take a picture of us!”

“Of course you do, don’t you have a million of them already?”

“Yeah, but one can never have enough pictures of one's favourite Diaz boys. Also I have a feeling this is gonna be a good one!”

* * * *

I’ve been promising some Buddie family art and deliver I shall. Here’s Buck’s favorite playground selfie of the three of them. Eddie teases him for having it as his phone background but it gives him a little happy flutter in his stomach whenever he looks at it so he doesn’t mind. Especially when he finds a copy stuck on Eddie's fridge a few days later.

[Image description: The artwork shows two men in the foreground—one blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) and one brunet (Eddie Diaz) standing either side of a young brunet child wearing glasses (Christopher Diaz). Everyone is smiling brightly at the camera that is being held up by Buck, posing in front of the outline of a playground. Buck, on the left side of the frame, is wearing a red shirt with a white T-shirt peeking through underneath. Christopher, in the middle, is wearing a light blue shirt while Eddie, on the right, is wearing a darker blue T-shirt. In the background, a bright, clear blue sky can be seen behind the outline of the playground. The artwork was done digitally. ]

366 notes - Posted August 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Happy Pride month everyone! Here are Buck and Eddie celebrating the day and proudly showing the world that they are, in fact, more than buddies! ❤️ 🌈

[Image description: Artwork shows two men—one a taller blond (Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley) and the other, a shorter brunet (Eddie Diaz) kissing. On the left—Buck is wearing a black T-Shirt. He is holding up a bisexual flag (pink, purple and blue striped) in the air with his left hand. On the right—Eddie is wearing a grey T-Shirt. He is holding up the gay flag (rainbow striped) in the air with his right hand. Both men are wearing pride wristbands and their faces are painted with a pride flag, one on Buck’s right cheek, and one on Eddie’s left. Their eyes are closed and smile lines are visible. The background shows a bright blue sky, with fluffy clouds, while multicoloured confetti rains down over the entire image. The artwork was done digitally.]

916 notes - Posted June 7, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #false #not suprised about buddie being at the top of everything #also thanks to everyone who welcomed me and my art into the fandom!!!

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Omg everyone who made Mr and Mrs Park/Spy x Family connections, exactly that's what I said! The resemblance is so funny

Today's outfits ahhhhh marching band x sailor boys x commanders? God the hwarms were out ofc and Mingi's cute hair! and ATZ OST?!

Maybe c-word would've been better tbh, because I used to have bronchitis as a child and it was hell and this time is no better...

Jdjshdususudhd omfg I'm sorry, but happy birthday in advance 😊 and I'm sorry that you're not seeing SVT even though they're in your town 😭

I'm happy Shinee members have their own musical identities and their releases are so different. Bad Love was so good and deserves more, because visually omg? I still get awful flashbacks from trying to open one of the album versions, but the idea behind it was cool af. Btw Jessica I watched her on this show good for her for coming back to music, but I'm 50-50 on her behaviour.

Like...I can't blame younger gens fans for not knowing everyone, but at least be respectful 😭 some weirdo Atinys called Shinee old men when they were promoting together with Ateez and??? Yes pls spare some performances SNSD. BM is definitely her best work! Omg I remember that prime minister thing even though I haven't seen it shusiabsnsjsjbshshs

Stop because I checked and indeed some Noddy's including the OG were voiced by women even in my dub it was a woman...

Wow bestie in her Yunho era lmao, I keep looking at Mingi this era as well though shit isn't that bad, Hongjoong lost his points for ditching cruella hair, but I had my HJ moments too. Have fun on your city vacation, unfortunately without Yunho 🙉🙈🙊

I don't know any CEO guys, I'm sorry

God finally that guy (Pique) is so embarrassing and obsessed with slandering Real, like fucking get a grip. I have personal vendetta against him and Busquets, not only they're annoying on field, but we were on holidays at the same place once and 🔪🔪🔪🔪 they were kinda assholes. Yeah every time a big name leaves a club it's :O

Literally I was like "Hwa my guy you got cosy with her, let me have this" but I hope he sees Sunmi in concert one day and I hope I see HIM in concert so we can both be satisfied

DAYS with Taehyung (Driver At Your Service) lmao

Yeah bestie I ordered from so many stores 🤯 I'm gonna drown in their albums, but I'll install anti Baek lock!

Waiting for Hwa in crocs I actually got crocs from my friend cause nowadays people are into wearing crocs with charms and I bought some. I wore them outside once 😭 me a huge crocs anti, but the charms 🥰

Btw had a Hwa dream and 😳 he made aesthetic cooking and baking vids like this and everyone was like OMG WHO'S THAT GUY, HIS VOICE AND HANDS ARE SOOOOOOO. And then one day I stumbled upon a cafe called "Little Star" and the guy behind the counter seemed VERY familiar, turns out I found the YT guy irl 😭 and I would go there basically every day like a simp even though it wasn't in my neighbourhood. My mind lmaoooo

Your link is gone 👀 but look such a hot cute loser also wtf is this??? SEROTONIN BUT NOT HIM CHOKING. Surfer bf - DV 💖

hi hello!!! this iS SO VERY LATE DBDBD

Omg everyone who made Mr and Mrs Park/Spy x Family connections, exactly that's what I said! The resemblance is so funny

DJDJDJD WE LOVE TO SEE THE TWO WORLDS COLLIDING 😭😭 have to fully watch it now dbdb

Today's outfits ahhhhh marching band x sailor boys x commanders? God the hwarms were out ofc and Mingi's cute hair! and ATZ OST?!

THEY LOOLED SO GOOD TOO !!!! the sailor shit just gets me 📉📈📉📈📉 THE HWARMS 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😩 MINGIS RED STREAKS PLS HES SO CUTE 😭😭😭 but the blue ones??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨 ATEEZOST PLS THIS IS THEIR YEAR FULLY

Maybe c-word would've been better tbh, because I used to have bronchitis as a child and it was hell and this time is no better...

NAURRRR IS IT ANY BETTER NOW?? DRINK WATER ALOT BC IT GOES AWAY QUICK!! PL DRINK FBNDBDFN LOTS OF FLUIDS 😭😭

Jdjshdususudhd omfg I'm sorry, but happy birthday in advance 😊 and I'm sorry that you're not seeing SVT even though they're in your town 😭

FBWJDHKW ITS PERFECTLY GOOD DBDB MAYBE ITS NOT MY TIME <33 BEST FRIEND HEAR ME. I WAS. 15 MINUTES. AWAY. FROM. HOSHI TWO DAYS AGO. 10 MINS FROM JOSHUA. IM GONNA START CRYING 😭😭

yes exactly!!! they all have such different styles and aura’s and their music shows exactly that and it’s soooooo good,,, BRWMDHWK IT WAS SO VERY PRETTY DBDBDJJD U BOUGHT IT? WHICH VERSION?? omg is the show even good? i stopped watching cshow’s after the lay on produce 101 chinese ver bffb,, NO BC WHYS JESSICA IN THE SAME GROUP AS HER MANS EX DBDBD

tbh half, if not, most of the new fans lack respect & they be younger than them too. and then don’t respect the culture of it all and sorts and then get mad 😭😭 LMFAOOOO TJAKDJWKDJWK ID CALL THEM OLD MEN TOO BUT ENDEARINGLY DKDJDJDJ YES BM DEF IS !!! FINALLY A GOOD SHOW 😭😭😭 yeah that show…pretty interesting fbfbf

Stop because I checked and indeed some Noddy's including the OG were voiced by women even in my dub it was a woman...

THAT IS EXACTLY WHY I THOUGHT IT WAS A GIRLIE 🔫🔫🔫 ifs only america i guess dbdb

LMFAOOOO BDNDBD YUNHO AND HWA BOTH K WORDING ME RN,,, sorry??? yunho???? pls???

AND HWA??

UR SO RIGHT HONGRUELLA WILL BE MISSED HEAVILY,,,, mingi?? 👀 ok okay i see u ok

I don't know any CEO guys, I'm sorry 

im sure u know some models?

NO LITERALLY HE IS SO EMBARRASSING DHDHDH EVERYONE AGREES 😭😭 LMFAOOOO FHFH PERSONAL VENDETTA AGAINST HIM BUT NOT HIS WIFEY 💃✨☺️🥰 OH???? NO WAY MAN THAT MUST BE IRRITATING 🤨🔫

Literally I was like "Hwa my guy you got cosy with her, let me have this" but I hope he sees Sunmi in concert one day and I hope I see HIM in concert so we can both be satisfied

DBDBDBJD UR SO RIGHT MANS WAS BEGGING HER TO LOOK AT HIM 😭😭😭 omg what if u two at the sunmi concert w/o knowing who’s who dhdhd

DAYS with Taehyung (Driver At Your Service) lmao

i THINK there’s a replacement for ur uber tn actually

Yeah bestie I ordered from so many stores 🤯 I'm gonna drown in their albums, but I'll install anti Baek lock!

GIRLIE POPS UR GONNA BE LOADED WITH ALBUMS THERE BETTER BE HWA PCS AND POLAS IN THEM BC IM ACTUALLY GONMA RIOT FBFBFB BRUH 🔫🔫🔫

omg pls don’t give him ideas 😭😭😭 THOSE STAR ONES PLS DBDBDB HES GONNA GET THISE CHONKY CROCS WITH HEELS OR SOMETHING PLS 😭😭😭🔫 ME TOO A CROC ANTI FBFBF LMFAOOOO THE CHARMS GOT U BY THE GRIP HUH 😭😭

FHJWHRKWHDEK COOK!HWA AU WHEN BFFF “little star” U LIVED A FANFIC FUCK OFF THATS THE PERFECT NAME,, IM SORRY??? HE JUST?? SEONGHWA MATCH MAKED KINDA???? wow the way it escalated i thought u met hwa fbdbdb

Your link is gone 👀 but look such a hot cute loser also wtf is this??? SEROTONIN BUT NOT HIM CHOKING. Surfer bf - DV 💖

NAURRR 😭😭😭 IM FBWKDJW…bESTIE. that video with nips out. 🙂🙂im not even gonna say anything tysm. is this not bb!hwa since u sent that video

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️

SO TRUE

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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somnambulants · 3 years

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omg i think it’s considered a little bit of a pride mont hate crime that you don’t have MORE nat fics 🥺 so hehehe how about i request some pouty jealous!nat?

Notes: omg thank u! happy pride 💛 this went super off topic BUT i hope you still like it! jealous!nat is my new favorite thing.

Summary: Natasha may have a little bit of jealous streak. You discover you don’t mind. Word count: 3.8K

You are not a jealous person.

That’s not to say that you aren’t prone to bouts of insecurity, you definitely are, and especially at the beginning of your relationship with Natasha. For the first few months after you’d begun dating, you’d been on edge the entire time; in a constant state of wondering, agonising, for the day she’d finally realise you weren’t good enough for her and up and leave.

Through all of that, you’d never given a lot of thought to whether your girlfriend is the jealous type. Mostly because Natasha is the most beautiful person you’d ever seen but also because it’s not like she would ever have a reason to be jealous; the minute you’d met, you had never so much as wanted to look at another person.

The thought never crossed your mind. It was laughable to you.

As unbelievable of an idea as it is, you’ve been together for just a few months when it slowly begins to dawn on you that you may not be the jealous type, but Natasha most definitely is.

In all – although admittedly, there weren’t a lot – of her relationships, Natasha has never cared enough to worry about being jealous over a significant other.

This is why the visceral reaction she has to watching people flirt with you comes as such a surprise to her.

The first time it happens, you’d only just begun dating and were at one of the many events the avengers were required to attend. Still wanting to stay as low-key as possible, you’d both privately agreed to not spend the night attached to one another.

Something Natasha is now beginning to regret. Immensely.

Currently, you’re across the room, talking to a woman Natasha vaguely recognises as a reporter and all she can focus on is the way the woman is looking at you.

It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up because Natasha knows that look; has given you that look many times over the course of your relationship – a hungry, I want you right now, kind of look.

“Nat!”

Steve suddenly materialises beside her and the fact that she didn’t see him coming is evidence of how distracted she is. It makes her scowl even harder. Taking in her expression, he all of a sudden looks like he’s trying not to laugh as he follows her gaze to where you were standing. “You feeling okay? You’re looking a little…green.”

She resists the urge to kick him in the stomach. “Bite me, Rogers.”

He snickers and starts to say something else, but whatever it is, it’s lost on her as the sound of your voice across the room acts as a honing beacon and regains her attention immediately.

She watches, grip tightening around her drink, as you throw your head back, laughing at some joke the woman must’ve made. Seeing this as a green light, the woman leans in, brushing a lone piece of hair over your shoulder.

It doesn’t matter that Natasha can see how your spine immediately straightens up, or how you step back to widen the gap between you and your admirer.It doesn’t matter that you very clearly don’t return the attention being given to you.

It doesn’t matter. None of it matters because all Natasha can see and feel is red. If she had the ability to burn people with her eyes, that woman would have been incinerated on the spot. There wouldn’t even be tiny little dust particles left behind.

In the midst of her rage, she doesn’t even register the glass in her hand shattering until she’s covered in glass and red wine and there’s blood running down her wrist.

The sound of the glass breaking makes a good portion of the room’s occupants turn around to stare, you included. Instantly, you’re at her side, cradling her hand between your own.

“What happened?”

In its current state, Natasha’s brain seems to be lacking its usual quick thinking, and she just stares at you dumbly for a second until she spots the reporter you’d been talking to skulking in the background, watching with a petulant look on her face, evidently irritated by the interruption and the white-hot rage comes flooding back even more ferocious than before.

God, that insipid woman is lucky this event was specified no weapons allowed because if Natasha had a gun right now, she --

“--Natasha?”

You’re looking at her with worry in your eyes and as much as she’d love to go ‘accidentally’ push that woman off the edge of this very tall building’s balcony to a very certain death, she feels her insides soften into mush as they often do when you’re around.

“I’m fine,” she says. “Accident.”

It’s a flimsy excuse and one that wouldn’t fly on a normal day, especially not with you. She watches you purse your lips, giving her a doubtful look but you seem to make the decision to let it go as you lead her out of the room with the intent to find something to clean her up with.

You may not be a trained spy or even the most perceptive person on your best day, but you can still sense it when something is up – especially with Natasha. After the party, you’d had an inkling that maybe your girlfriend wasn’t telling you the whole truth and that something else was actually going on but after seeing the look in her eye, you hadn’t pushed her.

In spite of her unwillingness to share, a few weeks later your inkling is confirmed.

“I’ll order this time,” you yell over the loud music at the bar you were currently at. It was not your scene at all – or Natasha’s but Carol had recommended it on her last trip back to this earth and after a long, long week, you’d both agreed you deserved a night out, away from avengers’ duties and this is where you’d ended up.

Natasha gives you a nod and you stand, only having to wait at the bar for a few seconds before the bartender makes a b-line for you, ignoring the grumbles from the patrons that had been clearly waiting a lot longer than you.

“What can I get you?”

You recite Natasha’s drink, then your own and the bartender makes them with record speed. When you try to hand her the bill to pay, she waves her hand dismissively and gives you a grin. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t –“

The bartender, who you now realise is quite pretty, runs a finger along the back of your hand and gives you a wink that is definitely more flirty than friendly. “Believe me, it’s my pleasure.”

You sigh in defeat, giving her a smile in thanks and turn back around, making your way back to your table in the corner of the room where your girlfriend is still sitting but now with a face like thunder.

To anyone else, Natasha would probably look neutral but to you – well, you can see the irritated look in her eye and the slight crease between her brows and you know she’s pissed.

In the future, you’d look back and want to slap yourself for not seeing it straight away but in the present it just makes you a little worried.

“Everything okay?” you ask, setting the drinks down on the table. You think about all the possibilities of what could’ve happened in the short time you’d been gone and try not to panic. “Did something –"

“No,” Natasha says and then seems to realise the sharpness in her voice because her face softens in apology. She leans over to give you a quick kiss and it makes you relax slightly. “Everything’s fine.”

Comprehension starts to trickle in when she scoots over so she can wrap an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer, and when you follow her line of sight, you realise she’s glaring over your head at the bartender, who pales immediately and doesn’t so much as look in your direction again.

Oh, you feel your eyes widen as it finally hits you: oH.

You look down into your drink and try to hide your disbelieving smile as you finally understand: she’s jealous.

If it were anyone else, you think you probably wouldn’t feel like this – would likely be outright irritated and a little offended at the behaviour -- but with Natasha you can’t help but find it kind of … cute.

A little giddily, you lean over to press a kiss to her jaw and feel her relax a little against you. “Wanna go after this one?”

Natasha’s face doesn’t change but you see a little shift in her eyes as she nods and pulls you in for another kiss, this one a little more heated – for your benefit or the bartenders, you don’t know, and don’t particularly mind either way as you let yourself get lost in it.

After that night, it becomes so apparent to you and you don’t know how you’d missed it all this time. It happens all the time. All. The. Time.

On the street, if someone so much as glances your way, she’s already staring back at them with an expression that would be terrifying even to you if she directed it your way.

At work one day one of the new recruits, a kid, really, comes up to you and asks you, voice trembling if you’d let him take you out someday and the next day Natasha knocks him on his ass so hard and so many times that you’re kind of surprised – and a little impressed—that the poor kid doesn’t quit right on the spot.

Even in your apartment building, one of your maybe-slightly too friendly neighbours gets similar treatment in the elevator one night when you and Natasha are returning to the building at the same time as her.

Just as you enter the elevator, you hear the voice of your neighbour calling out.

“Hold the door!”

Panting, your neighbour enters the small space. “Thank you so much, I have had the worst, oh –” her eyes land on Natasha beside you and she looks at her with something you can’t quite place in her eyes. “Who’s your …friend?”

“Oh!” you exclaim and you know you must sound surprised. Was it not obvious from how Natasha was always here that you were dating? “This is Natasha. My girlfriend. Nat, this is Charlotte, my neighbour.”

You can see Natasha in the reflection of the elevator walls, so you see the smug self-satisfied look she gives your neighbour as she wraps an arm around you possessively.

So, yes while you notice it all now, you still don’t say anything because a small – and by small, you mean large, massive actually – part of you kind of likes it; likes the fact that the Natasha Romanoff, the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life is somehow yours and even more unbelievably, somehow she thinks you’re worth getting worked up like that over.

At this point, you’ve been dating for over a year and somehow it must’ve slipped the memo to let all of the avengers know because somehow every time you’re at the office, it seems like a new person is finding out about your relationship.

It’s really hard to keep up with everyone and their individual missions, which is how you find yourself in your current predicament.

“--ah, well-well,” a familiar voice calls out and you look up from the report you’d been studying. “If it isn’t the most attractive and coincidentally my favourite honorary avenger.”

In the doorway of your office, Sam is grinning at you in that playful, flirty but also joking kind of way that’s distinctly Sam Wilson. You grin back and stand to let him pull you into a hug.

“Did you just get back?” you ask, vaguely remembering him telling you he was going on a mission at least six months ago. You think it was in Istanbul, but you can’t quite remember the specifics.

Sam pulls back and goes to open his mouth but doesn’t get the chance to speak as Natasha appears in the doorway.

“Samuel,” she drawls his name, eyeing his arm around you. She visibly brightens up when she looks at you, though. “Y/N”

You can’t see yourself, but you know your face must light up as your eyes land on her by the sudden realisation that crosses Sam’s face. The casual kiss she drops on your cheek comes as confirmation.

His mouth drops open as he looks between you both. “Oh damn, you two?” he asks, smiling genuinely. “Damn!”

To the naked eye, Natasha doesn’t seem amused by his revelation, but you know her well enough by now to be able to spot the glimmer of humour in her eyes.

Sam, however, doesn’t seem to be adept at reading her as you are and so when she advances a little closer, his eyes widen and he immediately backs away.

“I didn’t know! I didn’t know!” he exclaims, hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry!”

The expression on Natasha’s face turns sinister in nature. You watch and try not to laugh at her theatrics, attempting to adopt a sympathetic expression when he desperately looks to you for help.

“Well,” Natasha says, faux-friendly. As she passes by him, she gives him what looks like a bone-shatteringly hard arm squeeze – if the pained expression on Sam’s face is any indication -- and comes to stand beside your desk. “Now you know, buddy.”

“That I do,” he says, backing up until he reaches the door. “Anyways, I gotta, uh –"

Not even finishing his sentence, he high-tails it out of the room so fast you barely see him leave. You turn to Natasha with a frown. She looks back at you innocently, but you catch the way her lip twitches a little bit before she breaks into a full blown smirk.

“You’re going to give someone have a heart attack one day, you know,” you say, half-serious. “I’m kind of surprised you haven’t already.”

Unbothered, Natasha shrugs and reaches out to tug you closer to her in order to kiss you, a little more intensely than you would normally allow at work. You melt into it with a sigh, smiling a little.

Eventually, you have to pull away when you start to struggle to breathe and your head starts spinning. Natasha makes an unhappy sound, trying to follow, but you stand firm.

“Nope, you’ve got to go before I’m the one that has the heart attack.”

With a pout, she gives you one more kiss before she gives into your request.

You’ve never seen Natasha drunk before – hadn’t even thought she could get drunk but tonight she’s definitely wasted -- all thanks to Thor and whatever is in the mead he’d bought with him.

One thing you quickly realise about drunk Natasha is drunk Natasha also means confrontational Natasha.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about –”

Her and Tony are almost nose to nose at this point, about ten minutes into what was now a heated conversation, and you’re kind of wondering if either of them even knows what they’re arguing about. You don’t think so and by the looks on the other avengers faces, they seem to have as much of an idea as you do.

As Natasha and Tony continue to argue, you look to your left and the young waiter who’d been hovering by your table a little too attentively all night is immediately by your side.

So Natasha can’t see you, you quickly mouth the word water to him and thankfully he seems to understand because he gives you a quick nod and then disappears, reappearing just as swiftly with a glass in his hand.

“Here, Miss –"

“No!” Ending her argument with Tony as abruptly as it began, Natasha jabs a finger at the waiter, who looks to you for help while she glares up at him balefully.

The poor guy looks terrified, so you quickly intervene, touching Natasha’s knee to bring her attention back to you. It does the trick, but she seems to underestimate how close in proximity you already are and she ends up half in your lap to the delight of the other avengers in attendance, who all let out various different whistles.

“Mine,” she says childishly into the crook of your arm. You only just manage to pick it up so you know you must be the only person who heard her. With your help, she sits up a little and makes eye contact with you as she repeats herself, more seriously, as if you hadn’t understood the first time: “mine.”

“I – oh --okay,” you say, grabbing her hand as it starts to creep a little too low to be polite in your current company. “How about we get you home?”

After hurriedly saying your goodbyes, twenty minutes later you park in your driveway and begin the not-so-small feat of getting her inside.

“Damn,” you grunt a little under her weight as you help her up the stairs to your apartment. “What do they put into that Asgardian mead?”

You make a mental note to ask Thor about it and then promptly forget as you reach your front door and fumble around, looking for your keys.

Even in her inebriated state, Natasha somehow pulls herself together enough to reach into your bag and pull them put for you so you can unlock the door.

Which she promptly falls through. You just manage to catch her before she hits the floor, and she leans against you, burying her face into your neck.

“Come on,” you order gently, softening as she groans into your skin. “Bed.”

“No.”

As if to emphasise the word, Natasha shakes her head, but to your surprise, she starts to make her way to your bedroom anyway. She’s still a little unsteady on her feet but nothing like you’d be if you’d drank as much as she had. If it were you, you would definitely have been comatose about seven shots and multiple hours ago.

“Alright, you get into bed,” you say. “And I’ll get you some water, okay?”

Natasha scowls. “No,” she says. You bite your lip to hold in your laugh at the petulance you hear in her voice, shadowing her to the bed, where she immediately sits down and attempts multiple times to take off her heels with little success.

“No?”

Finally having enough of watching her struggle, you lean down and undo the straps of her heels, gently pulling them off her feet. You watch as she flops back on the bed and then covers her face dramatically with a groan. “You don’t get it,” she says unsteadily.

“I don’t get what?”

“You’re mine,” she repeats her earlier words, uncovering her eyes to look at you.

You raise an eyebrow. “Am I now?”

You thought you’d managed to cover your amusement pretty well until you see the glare she shoots you that says she can see it loud and clear. After a beat of silence it becomes clear she’s not going to say anything else.

With difficulty, you slowly manage to get her into a sitting position and help her out of her dress, pulling the covers up around her and retrieving a glass of water that you place on her nightstand so she can drink it in the morning.

You then change yourself and go the bathroom to remove what makeup you’d had on. To your surprise, she’s still awake when you emerge, half-propped up against the headboard and looking at you with bleary, unfocused eyes. It makes your heart turn to mush immediately and you get into bed beside her as quickly as your feet allow.

She immediately curls up into you and you wrap an arm around her, pulling her as close to you as humanly possible.

“I am yours, just so you know.”

There’s a second of silence where you start to think that maybe she’s fallen asleep, until she shifts against you to meet your gaze, looking a little more alert and coherent but still out of it.

“Good,” she says softly.

The next morning, you wake before Natasha and slip out of bed to make her coffee and to find some pain killers, having a gut feeling she’ll probably need them. Your feeling turns out to be right. When you re-enter the bedroom, she’s laying face-down but clearly awake by the muffled groaning you can hear coming from her.

“Whys’it so bright,” she mumbles into the mattress as you approach the bed, turning her head ever so slightly so she can meet your eyes. You grin down at her.

“Ah, it awakens.”

She scowls up at you and you laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek as you slide back into bed, careful not to jostle her too much. She leans her head against your leg, slowly sipping the glass of water you’d left for her last night before reaching for the coffee on the nightstand.

You fall into a comfortable silence; you running your hand through her hair as she drinks her coffee, humming contentedly.

“How are you feeling –"

“I don’t like it when people look at you,” she interrupts suddenly, staring down into her coffee mug and sounding uncharacteristically nervous. You freeze but since she’s not looking at you, she doesn’t seem to notice. “But it’s not because of anything you do. I just don’t … like it.”

“Okay?” you hedge cautiously, not really understanding.

“I’m sorry if it bothers you,” she says. “Me. Being like that. I didn’t know I was even the type to –"

“It doesn’t bother me.”

At your quick interjection, she looks at you for the first time and whatever she sees on your face makes her smile faintly. “It doesn’t?”

You bite your lip. “Not at all.”

She mirrors you, now smirking. “Oh.”

After this, it starts to become a game: one you feel like you win every time.

#natasha romanoff x reader

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jekde04 · 3 years

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Of Sudden Rains and Lasting Promises

Pairing: Gruvia (Gray Fullbuster & Juvia Lockser) Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Romance Word Count: 2,254 words Summary: She had been fairly good at controlling the rain and not letting her emotions influence it too much. But there were a couple of instances in the past that it went out of hand–and it always involved one person. Just like how it did now. Prompt: Tears (Day 4 of Gruvia Week 2021, but I'm so late I don't want to tag it as such anymore lol) Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 You may also read it on FanFiction.net and AO3! Check out my master list for other Gruvia fics. Tag list (I'm so sorry I totally forgot to tag you in my last few fics!): @shampooneko @fbflame94 @juviaafullbuster @unvalley @gruviaftw11 (Wanna be tagged, lemme know)

She didn't mean to make it rain. But thank heavens it was just a drizzle.

It had been a while since it last happened. She had been fairly good at controlling the rain and not letting her emotions influence it too much. But there were a couple of instances in the past that it went out of hand–and it always involved one person.

Just like how it did now.

Juvia wiped the thin streaks of rain pelting her face. She decided to sit on the park bench right under a big oak tree, but the rain must be getting stronger now because the thick canopy of leaves had become inadequate to protect her. She heard a man curse and remark how annoying the sudden rain was as he hastened to pack up the magazines and newspapers he was selling.

She was the gloomy rain woman once again.

"You shouldn't be out under the rain like that."

A hand holding a familiar pink umbrella appeared beside her, shielding her from the worsening downpour. She didn't need to look to know who it was.

"How did Gray-sama get Juvia's umbrella?"

"You left it in the guild, so I borrowed it for myself," Gray said as he moved to sit beside her, all the while not letting the shade of the umbrella leave her head. He moved his damp bangs away from his eyes and ruffled his hair to shake the droplets off.

"Gray-sama can use Juvia's umbrella. No need to ask Juvia," she muttered. She could feel Gray inching closer to her to make sure they're both under the umbrella, their arms and legs touching.

"I know. I just happened to see you here, and it's kinda unfair to keep the umbrella for myself while the owner is getting drenched."

Juvia looked at him, his chiseled profile matching the perpetual frown on his face. She already knew how handsome he was, yet her heart still beat fast every time she looked at him.

But she also couldn't help that sinking feeling in her chest when she remembered what she overheard earlier. She sighed.

"You okay?" he asked her.

"Hmm-mmm," Juvia answered. She wondered if she should ask him or just let him broach the subject. Finally, she decided to just stay in comfortable silence as the rain poured in a steady rhythm.

"Juvia?"

"Yes?"

"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."

There it is, she thought, but she didn't dare hope. It could be something else.

"Juvia is listening."

A long pause, with nothing but the incessant downpour and the few people out and about being all that they could hear.

"I'm going on a quest with my team." When Juvia didn't say anything, he continued, "It's gonna take a while."

Really, it shouldn't hurt like this. Mages like them go on quests all the time.

But this one was different, she knew.

"Juvia knows. Everyone was talking about it at the guild." She looked at him while he continued to stare straight ahead as if counting each drop of rain. "You're doing Gildarts-san's failed quest, right? The one that hasn't been solved for 100 years."

"Yes."

What was a previously light shower started to transform into heavier rain, bigger drops falling from the sky and making plop-plop noises on the umbrella shielding them. She could feel drops hitting the right side of her body, and she knew that it would only be a matter of time before the wetness would start to seep through her thick clothes.

She felt Gray squeeze closer to her and reposition the umbrella to cover her entire body. Glancing at him, she noticed that half of his body was getting drenched by the sudden heavy downpour.

"Gray-sama, you're getting wet," she said as she moved even closer to him, grabbing the umbrella and trying to cover him better.

"Don't worry about me," he told her, moving his arm around her shoulders so that they could fit under the umbrella better. The sudden warm sensation as Gray practically embraced her lit Juvia's pale cheeks with a pink tinge, but she couldn't bring herself to say more to him.

After a few beats, he said, "I'm sorry you had to hear it from other people. I was planning to tell you, you know."

Despite the dark clouds in the sky and her heart, Juvia couldn't help but smile. At least Gray wasn't planning to just leave her in the dark this time, like what he did when he disappeared without a trace for six months. The thought of it made tears well in her eyes, and she hastily wiped them with the back of her hand, lest the rain worsened.

Gray looked at her, concern written all over his face. "Hey, you can say no if you don't want me to leave."

At this, Juvia looked at him, her eyes wide. "What?"

"If you're not fine with it, I won't go."

"Is Gray-sama asking Juvia's permission to go on a mission?" she asked, not believing what she was hearing.

Gray blushed and looked away from her. He shrugged. "Maybe."

"But why?"

"Well, you are..." Gray swallowed, as if a thick lump had formed in his throat. "You are... my… my friend. And what you think is important to me."

She should have been sad to be called just a "friend," but for some reason, Juvia felt warmth spread in her chest. Gray wasn't particularly good with his words, but he always made up for it in his actions.

And now, he was actually considering her feelings. Ready to throw away the chance to go on a once-in-a-lifetime quest if she said so.

"Does Gray-sama want to go?"

His brows creased in thought, and it took him a moment before he answered. "Yeah, I think so. There's a part of me that wants to stay, but a bigger part of me wants to get stronger."

Juvia furrowed her brows as she looked up at him. "But Gray-sama is already very strong. Juvia knows she says this a lot, but you really are one of the strongest mages she knows."

"I'm not planning to be the strongest out there," he said. "I just want to be strong enough to protect the people that matter to me."

Juvia rolled her eyes. "Everyone at Fairy Tail can protect themselves. You have nothing to worry about."

"I'm not talking about Fairy Tail," Gray answered, his gaze darting once again to the empty rain-drenched street. She may just have imagined it, but she thought she saw his cheeks darken as he tightened his grip on her shoulder.

"There is... someone... I cherish. Someone I almost lost before. I don't want that to happen again. I want to be strong, so I can keep her safe."

It was so unusual for Gray to talk about his feelings that it left Juvia dumbfounded. Of course, she didn't want to assume or make Gray uncomfortable, but…

What the hell. He was leaving soon, and she had to let him know how much he mattered to her. One more time.

"Juvia is sure that whoever that someone is, she already thinks Gray-sama is wonderful and more than enough," she said. And in a lower voice, she added, "And she believes that her love for him won't change whether he's the strongest mage on Earthland or just an ordinary man without powers. Because she loves him just the way he is right now."

She sneaked a peek at Gray, whose eyes she couldn't see behind his bangs, but his cheeks had definitely turned a dark shade of red. And maybe it was just her imagination again, but was that a shadow of a smile appearing on his face?

The rain was finally letting up, the dark clouds gradually going away. Yet the two of them remained huddled under Juvia's umbrella. Gray started to subconsciously play with the tips of her hair, curling and uncurling them on his fingers. Not that she minded, though.

"I know that. After all, she's the kindest person I know," Gray said. "That is why I want to be the best version of myself. For her. I don't want to be anything less because she deserves only the best."

Juvia could feel the heat rising to her cheeks, but she fought it and willed herself not to boil or turn into a puddle. The dark clouds were all gone now, replaced by the sun's rays taking a peek from the clouds and giving an ethereal sheen to their surroundings.

"Gray-sama is so sweet. Whoever she is, she's one lucky girl."

"Trust me, I'm luckier," Gray said, grinning at her. Then, realizing that the rain had stopped and the sun was out, he closed the umbrella and stood up, stretching his hand for Juvia to grab.

"I guess someone's feeling less sad now?" he asked, and Juvia blushed.

She took Gray's hand, and he intertwined their fingers as they started walking towards Fairy Hills. "How did Gray-sama know?"

"Let's just say I also have a Juvia-radar that tells me when you need a bit of cheering up," Gray told her, and Juvia couldn't help the swarm of butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Maybe it was due to their interlocked hands and the way his thumb mindlessly caressed her knuckles. Or perhaps the fact that he was walking her home, though he had been doing that for quite some time now. Or maybe it was because of how well he knew her–and actually cared about her.

It was all of the things he had said and done… and even all the unsaid ones that brought unparalleled joy in her heart. Because she felt… no, she knew that she was loved. Deeply and completely.

But she had to ask him one more thing.

"Gray-sama?'

"Hmm?"

"Can you promise... that certain someone... one thing?"

"What is it?"

"Promise her you'll come back."

Gray chuckled. "Of course. I promise I'll come back home to her, no matter what. I will come back as a man worthy of her love. "

She squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back, and they continued walking hand-in-hand, no words needed.

They were at the gate of Fairy Hills when Gray spoke again.

"Juvia?"

"Yes, Gray-sama?"

He had stopped walking and faced her. "Wait for me, will you?"

A bright blush bloomed on her cheeks. Gray had always been indirect with her, yet here he was, asking her (and not a certain someone) to wait for him.

As if there would be any other answer.

"Always, Gray-sama."

And, in a moment of boldness, she tiptoed and kissed him on the cheek, her lips lingering for a second before letting him go. She caught sight of his reddened cheeks before he turned his face away and awkwardly patted her head with his free hand.

"We won't be leaving until the end of the week, so, um... would you like to... spend some time with me?"

Juvia's eyes sparkled. "Is Gray-sama asking Juvia out on a–"

"Not a date!" Gray quickly interrupted. "Just, um, hanging out with each other since I'm going away and we're not going to see each other for a long time."

Juvia smiled knowingly. Nothing would change her mind that Gray was asking her out on a date, but of course, she would let him believe that they were just "hanging out" if that was what he wanted.

"Let Juvia think." She crossed her arms over her chest and tapped a finger on her chin. "Hmm, Juvia wants to eat caramade franks, go fishing–"

"You wanna go fishing? We can do that."

"Really? Juvia's so happy! She was told it's always raining around her, so she can't be taken fishing or camping or–"

"Who said that? That's a load of crap," Gray said, irritated. "Tell me and I'll punch his brains out."

Juvia placed a hand on his arm. "Not important, Gray-sama." She smiled and added, "Tomorrow, then?"

Gray nodded. And before she knew what was happening, she felt Gray pulling her body close to him, her hat yanked away from her head, and Gray's lips suddenly on her forehead. Her hands landed on his bare chest, and she could feel his heartbeat thumping loudly, probably as strong as the beating of her heart at the moment.

It ended as fast as it happened, and she found herself being pushed away by a flustered Gray, mumbling, "See you tomorrow!" As he hurriedly walked away from her, Juvia finally broke from her trance and had enough sense to shout, "Gray-sama, your clothes!"

"Crap!"

Juvia giggled as Gray picked up his discarded clothes and started wearing them, still a bit of pink coloring his cheeks. When he was done, he hastily waved goodbye to her and shouted, "Tomorrow!"

She watched his retreating form until he was no longer within her line of sight. Her heart ached a bit, knowing that he was going away soon, but it swelled with the promise that he would eventually come home to her–a better, stronger, and more confident man.

How that was even possible, she didn't know, as he was already perfect in her eyes. But she also hadn't imagined that she could even love him more, yet here she was, finding herself loving him a little bit more each day as he ever-so-slowly let her into his melting heart.

Clutching her hat to her heart, she entered Fairy Hills.

A/N: I'm still writing Gruvia Week fics? You bet I am! It would be a waste if I don't flesh out those drafts I did before, right? Thank you for still reading my fics. I appreciate them a lot and you inspire me to keep writing. Btw, the fishing thing is a reference to the FT 100 YQ chapter 11 cover. And also to what Bora said to Juvia once. :)

#gruvia #gruvia fanfic #gruvia fanfiction #gray x juvia #gray fullbuster #juvia lockser #fairy tail

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Aphrodisiac Chocolates Pt.2

Summary: Continuation of Part 1

Words: 2,504

Warnings: Lemon Headcanons/Mini Scenarios

Author’s Note: I copied and pasted the beginning from part one so this can be technically read on it’s own~ Happy Valentine’s Day, dreamers~ I love youuuu😩💕💕💕

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Valentine’s was here and you were running around last minute to find a gift for your man. You knew he would find something like that so trivial, but you wanted to get him something. Besides, not like he had any room to say that when you had a feeling he’s going to buy you flowers. The last-minute gift idea probably wasn’t the best move on your end, but you can’t go wrong with some chocolates.

Right?

Quickly scanning up and down the isles of the grocery store had you panicking at the empty shelves. Ahh yes…my luck in a nutshell. Sighing, you leave the store realizing this was the third one you came too. Running your hands through your hair, you walk back out into the shopping district and rack your brain for ideas on what to buy him.

The sudden whiff of chocolate had your head whipping up sharply. Your eyes immediately find the source and you quickly send a prayer of thanks before skipping over to the small pop-up stand.

“Hello!” Smiling widely, you look to the girl running the booth as she returns your smile cheekily.

“Hi! Last-minute shopping?” She asks knowingly, a teasing glint in her eye. You nod shamefully and the girl laughs in understanding. “It’s totally fine! That’s why I thought this would be a good idea to set up my own stand today. Not to brag or anything, but I make the best chocolates around.” In the last part, she lifts her hand to her mouth and whispers to you, winking when she finished talking.

“Well, thankfully I found you! I was just about to panic because I already know he got me flowers and I would love to do the same, but what can I say, I like to try and compete with him at this kind of stuff…ah…” You clear your throat noticing that you were rambling. “Anyway, how much for a box of chocolates?”

The girl giggles softly and hands you a wrapped black heart package of chocolates. “Oh, love. You can take these for free. On the house.” Looking up at her in disbelief and reaching for your pocket, she shakes her head and motions for you not to bother.

“Please take it! I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day!” She offers you a wide smile and blows you a kiss once you finish thanking her. Sighing in relief that you finally got him a present, you begin to head home to prepare for your romantic evening.

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“Happy Valentine’s Day!” You scream, running into your man’s arms as soon as he walks through the door. He catches you easily, hugging you close to his body, the familiar warmth making you sigh in content.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He echos, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Pulling back slightly, he pulls his free hand closer to his body and it was then you noticed the bouquet of flowers he was holding. “I knew it!” You laugh and take them from him gently, smelling the petals.

He blushes slightly and scratches the back of his head. “Do you like them?”

You lean up and peck his lips softly. “Of course I do!” Looking into his eyes so he knows your being serious, you peck his lips again and pull back. “Time for your gift!” You exclaim, running over to the wrapped box of chocolates on the table.

He follows behind and holds out his hands as you place the box in them. “Mystery chocolates? Do not eat more than one?” He reads questionably, eyeing you for confirmation.

“Huh?” Looking down to where he was reading you furrow your eyebrows not noticing that before. “Oh! They probably have different fillings! Go on try one!” You say, not processing the last part, bouncing excitedly on your toes as he unwraps the package, a confused look on his face.

“If you say so.”

Dabi

You weren't surprised to see Dabi pick the darkest piece of chocolate out of the entire box. His turquoise eyes held yours as he slipped the candy past his lips, his tongue peeking out to lick the smeared chocolate on his thumb from his body heat.

The sight had you shifting your feet, your body heat also rising in degree. Dabi saw your reaction, of course, and smirked, making another show of sticking his thumb in his mouth and hollowing his cheeks.

"Dabi..." You whine softly, breaking his teasing. Dabi releases his thumb and chuckles, reaching out to cup your cheeks. Your hands reach up to hold his wrists to keep his warm hands on your face as you gaze into his soft eyes.

It was one of those rare moments you got to see of him when the two of you were alone. It made your heart flutter with happiness. "Are you going to kiss me?" You ask breathlessly, wetting your lips in anticipation.

"Does my good girl deserve it?"

The dominant shift in his voice had your heart skipping a beat as you felt the space between your legs clench. "Dabi?"

"That's Daddy to you, slut."

You gasp, feeling a hand wrap around your throat, Dabi's eyes darkening significantly. "Looks like my good girl needs to learn some manners first."

→ Type of Chocolate: Daddy Dom - This solid 72% dark cacao chocolate is a bittersweet flavor that's sure to satisfy your tastebuds. This chocolate enhances a person's primal instincts, their true dominant nature shining through. If already a Dom, it may make things more emotionally satisfying. If not, it's more sexually satisfying. It's rare to receive both from a partner, but if you do, good luck. The effect will last for a few hours depending on a person's libido.

→ Dabi: *is thrusting deep inside of you while pulling your hair* "So pretty for me, (Y/n)~ clenching down on me when I pull your hair. You like that?"

→ You: *drool escaping your mouth as your eyes roll back into your head* "Y-yes...daddy~"

Shinsou

A white chocolate piece topped with pink sugar sprinkles caught Shinsou's eye. Popping the whole thing in his mouth, he chews slowly savoring the flavor. "That was good. The inside kinda tasted like oranges?"

Shugging, he pulls you into a hug again, sighing into your hair as he finally gets to relax at home. "Long day...I'm happy I get to come home to you." Shinsou mumbles into your hair.

Or more like...he was nuzzling you.

"Shinsou?" You pull back and almost jump seeing his eyes have changed into slits, widening when you started to pull away. From there, your eyes landed on the purple cat ears emerging from his head, your hand coming up to touch them hesitantly. "Did you get hit by a quirk today?"

Shinsou cocks his head to the side, his cat ears twitching cutely making you coo despite your fear. You pull him into the bathroom, and for the first time in your life, you've never seen Shinsou's eyes get so wide with shock.

"Oh my God. I'm a furry."

You burst out laughing and touch the tip of his ear, a loud purr, similar to a moan left his lips, his face turning red "Don't do that."

The sound made you bite your lip, itching to do it again as heat filled your belly.

"Or what?"

→ Type of Chocolate: Pretty Kitty - A playful white chocolate topped with pink sugared sprinkles is the purrfect combination of a sweet treat. The effect will last until the person develops a strong appetite. For best results: use after eating a full meal for a lasting effect.

→ Shinsou: *is thrusting into you lazily, his tail swishing back and forth as he stares at you with cunning eyes* "Hah~ I wish I knew what this one would do so you could've eaten it-fuck-you'd be so precious as my little kitten~"

→ You: *whining as you tried to get him to go faster, the annoying cat-like grin on his face pissing you off* "God-fucking- speed up Shinsou!"

→ Shinsou: *stops completely* "And develop an appetite so soon? After you teased me? No, no, kitten...I'm taking my time with you tonight."

Aizawa

Aizawa hums and picks up a glossy dark chocolate piece with streaks of red marbling in it, his tired eyes widening when he bites into it. "There's a coffee ganache in the middle, hm." He looks surprisingly satisfied by the taste which made you laugh and roll your eyes.

"You sir," you point your finger into his chest, "need to appreciate the fine art of chocolate more often." Aizawa just rolls his eyes in response and begins to take off his scarves, ready to settle in for the night.

"Wait, did you want to go out or something? Take out?" Aizawa shoots a questioning glance at you making you swoon that he wanted to treat you to dinner. You think about it, realizing you haven't thought that far ahead into the evening.

You turn away for a quick second to go look in the refrigerator to see if there was anything at home. Just because going out seemed like a pain and you really wanted to spend it inside with Aizawa. "Well...it looks like we have enough food here. How about we stay home?"

Silence.

The lack of response had you turning around only to see Aizawa standing there with a glare on his face, a rope wrapped around his mouth, and his wrists tied together in front. As hilarious as it was, it was also equally as confusing. "What did you just do?"

Trying to hold back your laughter, Aizawa shakes his head in disapproval and manages to point at the chocolates with a finger. Your eyes widen as you read the back of the box and the different chocolates that were inside.

"Ohh..." You softly place the box back down and stare into Aizawa's annoyed gaze. Your embarrassment quickly turns into deviousness as you reach out to grab his bound wrists, pulling him into the bedroom.

"I know what you can eat for dinner."

→ Type of Chocolate: Wrapped Up - This elegant dark chocolate with its hidden coffee flavor will have you tongue-tied in shock. The effect will only last 45 minutes depending on a person's resistance. Use responsibly although this isn't strong enough to have full control. If a person is definite in resisting, it'll wear off immediately.

→ You: *removing the rope around Aizawa's mouth, you place your legs on either side of his head, lowering yourself* "Happy Valentine's Day, Daddy~"

→ Aizawa: *chuckles darkly* "Naughty girl...wait until I have my hands free. You're not going to be able to-nnf!"

Tamaki

Tamaki's delighted eyes landed on a milk chocolate piece with a white chocolate swirl on the top. Picking it up, he bites into it cutely and sighs happily. "Mnf! It has marshmallow inside," he mumbles around the chewy texture.

You laugh at his chubby cheeks, still flustered from you running into his arms earlier, reaching up to poke it. He flushes even more and you giggle at his cute expression. "Awhhh, you look like a little bunny, Tamaki~"

Tamaki swallows the candy and holds you're palm against his warm cheek nuzzling against it. The adoring gaze he was giving you only made you coo even more until you saw something big appear on top of Tamaki's head.

"Oh my God, you look like a bunny," you repeat again, stepping back to look at the purple bunny ears sprouting from the same purple fluffy hair. The seriousness in your voice had Tamaki reaching up to touch his head, eyes widening.

"I-I swear it's not my q-quirk!" Tamaki looks panicked and your eyes shift to the box of chocolates, realization dawning on you. "I can't change it, (Y/n)! What happened?!"

In the middle of Tamaki's panic, you pull him back in and kiss him, your hands coming up to bury in his hair, stroking the base of the soft ears. He whimpered against your mouth and you smiled. "Don't worry Tamaki. It looks like there's something in these chocolates~" Pulling him back for another peck, you feel his arms tighten around you and squeeze, making you sigh.

"Sorry...I actually had no idea what kind of chocolates these were since I was in a rush...but since we have this opportunity...let me see you're tail, bunny~"

→ Type of Chocolate: Fluffy Bunny - What looks like a simple milk chocolate truffle, is actually covering a soft, chewy marshmallow on the inside. The effect will last for a few hours depending on a person's libido.

→ You: *arches your back in a gasp* "S-so good for me, bunny~" *reaches down to brush against his tail*

→ Tamaki: *hic* "S-stop p-playing with my t-tail, (Y/n)...'ts sensitive..." *his hips stutter and shake as he humps into you*

Gang Orca

Sakamata immediately goes for a milk chocolate piece with gold flakes on top. He wastes no time plopping it into his mouth, closing his eyes happily. "The hazelnut spread is divine!" He chuckles and leans back in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

You closed your eyes to savor the feeling only to feel him move away. When you opened your eyes to pout and demand another, you gasp at the man in front of you.

Man.

"...Sakamata?" The man standing in front of you was breathtakingly gorgeous. He looked like a Greek god the way he stood there in his tall, muscular glory, his vitiligo skin making him seem even more ethereal.

His hair was long and silky black, and his red eyes bore into yours filled with absolute love and adoration. "Yes?"

You wordlessly hold out your hand, motioning for him to take it as you lead him into the bathroom. The two of you stood staring into the mirror, mouths agape that this was actually happening.

"Oh my God?" You break the silence and place a hand on Sakamata's large shoulder, feeling the human skin texture under your palm. Your hand trails lower and lower without you realizing, your mind drifting into dangerous territory. ...Is that different too?

"If you keep making me watch you feel me up like that...I won't be able to hold back." The silky voice washed over you making you shiver.

"...Then don't."

→ Type of Chocolate: Monster Fucker (yes i named this after that meme) - An innocent milk chocolate piece with hazelnut spread inside holds a surprise no one sees coming. Depending on who eats this, if you're not already human, this effect will have its reverse. The effect is strong and lasts for about 4 hours.

→ Gang Orca: *is catching his breath next to you while holding you close* "...Do you still love me as I am...or do you prefer this?"

→ You: *you gasp, whipping up to hold his face close to yours, seeing it slowly change back to the man you came to love* "I love the same orca I fell in love with. I love you for you. Always and forever."

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