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alloftheimagines · 1 year

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roy kent | just friends

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words: 3k

warnings: strong language because it's roy fucking kent, mentions of alcohol but not intoxication, bad date experiences with rude and not nice people, including comments on reader's body.

single parent!reader (they/them, bi/pan) x uncle roy in which he is your best friend and go-to babysitter when you have an awful date that ends early. protectiveness, hurt/comfort, and a heated confession ensues.

prompt: Roy Kent x Reader, Friends to lovers?

You’ve never been more relieved to be home, even as the sound of screaming children drifts from your house. You press your forehead against the cool door, taking in a deep breath. “Past their bedtime. Again,” you mutter, but your best friend allowing your daughter to have a late night with his niece, Phoebe, is the least of your worries after what you just experienced.

Horror. Pure horror.

“Oi!” you hear the deep, gritty voice of Roy Kent echoing down your hallway. “Come back ‘ere and do my other hand! Can’t be walking around with only one set of fucking nails painted!”

Giggles follow, and you smile despite yourself. They give you the energy to open the door finally, and you step in to find your hallway lit brightly, Phoebe flying out of the kitchen with chocolate smeared across her face and bright blue nail polish in her hand.

“Don’t be getting that on my carpet!” you warn, alerting everyone to your presence.

Your daughter, Maisie, skips out next, waving. “We’re painting Uncle Roy’s nails!”

“Lucky Roy!” She’d been calling him “uncle” for the past year, though neither of you is related to the footballer-turned-manager. Maisie picked it up from Phoebe, and Roy hadn’t seemed to mind, since you’re practically best friends anyway. You’re constantly trying to tire the kids out with play dates at one another’s house, or else exchanging babysitting duties so one of you can have a free night. Of course, Roy isn’t a single parent like you, but he watches Phoebe enough that you’ve formed a bond over the years, one that stemmed from your shared love of your chaotic children.

That bond has blossomed into something much more than you bargained for, though. After all, he is Roy fucking Kent, and his rough exterior matched with his hidden, softer side was always going to be your downfall. But since he’s been in and out of relationships and never made a move, you’ve let the small crush lie, trying to distract yourself with dates.

Terrible, terrible dates.

Like the one you had tonight.

“You’re back early.” Roy emerges last, leaning against the doorframe as he blows on his wet-varnished nails. “It wasn’t the one who speaks like someone’s pressed fast-forward on the TV remote again, was it? I told you they’re a loser.”

“No. No, it was someone far, far worse than Fast-forward Frank.” You sigh and try to ignore the flickering in your chest, because gruff footballer Roy Kent is currently being pampered by two ten-year-olds and seems to be enjoying every minute.

“Fuck,” he deadpans. “I’ll grab the wine.” He wanders back into the kitchen.

You huff again, kicking your shoes off your aching feet and heading into the living room, where the girls are painting one another’s nails. It was at least nice to snuggle up on your couch and watch, legs curled under you. They’re arguing, of course, but you’re good at tuning that out most of the time.

“You look very nice, Y/N,” Phoebe compliments. “Are you dressed up for my Uncle Roy?”

“No.” Even so, your cheeks flush, and you can’t help but hope he noticed your appearance before you left earlier. In fact, you’d been wondering all through dinner why he’d pursed his lips, jaw ticking, as he’d looked you up and down with shiny, dark eyes. It hadn’t exactly been the look of a man who lusted after you. More the disapproving stare of a father about to tell his child to go and change. “I went on a date.”

“What’s a date?” Maisie asks.

“14th of April,” Phoebe answers confidently. You smirk, glad when they return to their own little world.

“Right girls,” Roy says as he comes in. “Go and play upstairs, now. We’re talking about adult stuff now.”

“And you should be in bed,” you remind, because you suppose that one of you has to be the responsible parent, and it certainly isn’t him.

The kids groan but trudge out of the room, leaving you in peace. Somehow, that’s even worse. You don’t really know why; you’ve had lots of awful dating experiences, but tonight, you’re just… exhausted. You don’t want to have to keep searching for something that most people find without a problem. You don’t want to meet new people who you don’t connect with, don’t even really like, just because the alternative is sitting at home with only a child for company, or sometimes Roy.

Roy places the wine on the coffee table and raises his brow. “Go on then. Tell me what was wrong with this one.”

“It’d be quicker to tell you what’s right. They started by telling me to put a blanket under me in their car so I wouldn’t scuff their leather seats. And then when I told them I had a kid, they looked me up and down and said ‘ah, yeah, I can tell. Have you looked into cosmetic surgery?’” You wrinkle your nose as Roy scoffs.

“You’re joking!”

“I wish I was joking.” You rest your head against the couch cushion, closing your tired eyes. “They tried to order a salad for me after that. I told them fuck off, I’m having the garlic bread. They didn’t like that.”

“Jesus fucking Christ. Do you have their address?” Roy is already scrambling to get up, and you aren’t sure if he’s joking or not.

You roll your eyes and tug him back down. “Stop it.”

“I’m not fucking joking. Where does this wanker live?”

Okay, you realise. Not joking. His jaw is clenched, brows even more furrowed than usual. You’ve seen him angry before, but never… seething. It rolls off him until you yank him down a second time.

“I don’t need you to beat them up. I need you to drink wine and tell me I’ll find the right person one day.” You pout as you pick up your wine glass, only half-joking.

His nostrils flare, but he settles down. “You will find the right person,” he reassures. “People are just dicks. You deserve better than all that shit.”

“I wonder sometimes,” you admit. “Nobody wants a single parent. I’m a package deal, and… well, there’s a reason I’m still single after all this time.”

“Oi.” He nudges you, draping his arm around the back of your couch so you smell his aftershave. You turn into the warmth, the comfort, though there is so much space between you still. More than you’d like. In another life, he might have been the one you were looking for. In another life, you weren’t searching for a good, healthy, passionate love, because you’d found it long ago, in the schoolyard where you met.

But you’re in this life, you remind yourself, and you’re a far cry from the people Roy has dated before. It’s clear you’re just friends. You always will be.

You lift your brows, waiting for whatever lecture he’s about to give you.

His eyes pierce yours. “Don’t even bother going there. You and Maisie deserve the fucking world, and fuck anyone who isn’t going to give it to you.”

The words pierce your heart, and something damp and warm trickles from the corner of your eye. A tear, you realise too late.

Roy sighs, the rough pad of his thumb brushing it away. You’re not surprised by his gentle touch, though most people might be. You know him too well to think him anything other than tender-hearted and caring to his core.

“Don’t get fuckin’ upset over that prick. Please, sweetheart.”

“No. I’m not.” You sniff, feeling pathetic. “I’m just overwhelmed. Tired. That’s all.”

His touch drifts to your hair, brushing through the strands and tucking a few behind your ear as your eyes flutter shut again. You could stay like this for a long time. For forever. He has no idea just how much you need him, how much better things feel when he’s around. It would just make sense, you and him — if you took away his fame, at least. You love one another’s kids. You’d become family over the years. You trust him with every fibre of your being as the one steadfast person you can count on.

“Y’know, you’re the person I’d call in the middle of the night if I needed to bury a body. Or if I thought there was a ghost in my house or something,” you admit.

His face crumples. “Ey?”

“Just…” You lean into him, burying your cheek against his chest. “You’re the only person who hasn’t let me down or left me.”

His movements are stiff as he wraps his arms around you, but he melts into you quickly, holding you to him until you’re not sure where you end and he begins. You hear his heart echoing in your ear. Feel the prickly bristle of his beard against your skin. It’s the safest you ever get to feel, and it’s rare you allow yourself to be so vulnerable. But tonight, you can’t find a reason to keep pretending.

“I never would,” he whispers. “If it was me, if you gave me a chance at a family like yours… I wouldn’t fucking waste it. They’re idiots, all of them. You and Maisie are precious. You deserve the best. Don’t stop until you find it.”

You pull away, pulse racing. It’s never felt right to address your feelings before, and perhaps tomorrow you’ll regret it. Maybe you’ll lose him, even, but you believe him when he says he isn’t going anywhere, and you have to know…

“What if I already have?”

His frown lasts for minutes, hours, as he looks down at you. And then you see it dawn on him, and you don’t want to hear how this story ends. You don’t want to be rejected twice in one night. You stumble up. “Forget I said that. I had a couple of drinks at the restaurant, and I’m all… loopy. I’m going to get some snacks. Are you hungry?” The drinks were non-alcoholic, but he doesn't need to know that.

“No,” Roy says.

It’s all he gives you. The message has been delivered loud and clear. He doesn’t want you. Tears sting your eyes as you leave the living room, heading into the kitchen. You catch your reflection in the window and almost break down entirely. You’re an idiot, and you’ve gone and embarrassed yourself in front of the one person you can be yourself around.

You grab a tissue, drying your tears, but fresh ones fall all the same.

And then your back prickles and you know he’s followed you.

“Oi,” he breathes gently, tilting your chin up as he reaches you. “What are you getting upset for?”

“I’m not,” you lie pathetically, looking anywhere but at him. “You can head off if you want. I can watch the girls tonight and drop Phoebe off—”

“Can we just rewind a minute? Do you… Do you think that you and me…?”

“No! God, no. No. No, no, no.”

“Oh.” He nods, leaning back on his heels. "So no then?"

“No!”

“All right, I fucking get it.” He lifts his hands as though they might wipe it all away. “I just thought that’s what you were saying before, on the couch. I thought…”

“You should stop thinking, Roy.” You offer him a flustered smile, your face burning. “Honestly, let’s just forget about it.”

“Right. Fine.” More silence. And then: “What if I don’t want to?”

“Don’t want to what?”

He shrugs. “Forget about it. What if… we’ve both already found the right people?”

Your body is electricity now, and you can barely breathe. “What… do you mean?”

He scratches his stubble, lowering his gaze. “Well, I could take you on a date. I’d be much better at it than the losers you’ve been seeing.”

You’re caught off-guard, hands trembling, “Is that what you’d like?”

“Well, I did. I mean, I’ve wanted to. I just… you’ve already said no. Several times. So I suppose I got my answer, and that’s that.”

“Well, I didn’t think you saw me that way. You’ve never asked before. Is this, like, a pity thing?”

“Fuck no!” he blurts too quickly. “I mean, no. 'Course not. And you’ve never mentioned it before either, by the way. You’re always going on all these fucking dates. When was I supposed to ask? Between Fast-forward Frank and that fucking woman obsessed with her pet ferret?”

You blink, puzzled. “I mean… if you asked, I wouldn’t have gone on dates with Ferret Fiona.”

He throws his hands up in the air. “Now she fucking tells me.”

You don’t like the implication that you’ve been the one holding him back. “Well, it’s not like you’ve ever tried, is it? I mean, I’ve been single for years and you’ve never made a move, even before all this online dating palaver! And you’re not exactly easy to read, by the way. You’re always frowning, even when I’m trying to bloody well impress you! What was I supposed to think? That you fancy me when you always look like this?” You moulded your expression into a big, dramatic, brooding glower and hope it encapsulates everything that is Roy.

He crosses his arms over his chest, looking angry now. Proving your point. “Oi! I don’t do that with my lips,” he points out. “And you’re always talking about how badly you want to find someone when I’m sitting right fucking here! That’s mixed signals, mate.”

“It was me hinting! Hoping!” you shout. “I was just waiting for a sign, or something, but you never treated me like anything more than a friend!”

“Because I didn’t want to be like that creepy Allen bloke you dated last year! He was your friend too, if I recall!”

You sigh, realising the conversation is going in circles. You look at him. He looks at you. Both of you are breathless, wild-eyed, rosy-cheeked, and you know you’ll always remember the way he looks, standing in your kitchen, infuriated and perhaps more open than ever before, because you see it now; that dark look in his eyes was never a guard, never a sign of being just friends. It was want, need.

It was everything you already feel.

“Why are you two arguing?” a meek voice interrupts. You both look to the door to find the girls hovering in the hallway.

“We’re not arguing,” you assure quickly.

“It’s adult stuff,” says Roy at the same time.

“We don’t like it when you argue,” Maisie says. “Especially when you’re supposed to get married.”

“What?” you question sharply, turning red all over again.

Phoebe nods as though corroborating Maisie’s story. “We’ve planned it all. It will be next June at McDonald’s, and Uncle Roy will bring you flowers, and we’ll all have milkshakes afterwards.”

You put your head in your hands, peeking through your fingers and surprised to find that Roy is smirking. “Sounds like a shit wedding, Pheebs. Where’ve you got this idea from?” he says.

“Well, Mum said you two will end up together because you clearly fancy Y/N and it is invevitable.”

A laugh bubbles in your own throat at her attempt to say inevitable, though you’re still too stunned to speak.

“See?” Roy whispers. “Everyone else knew. It's fucking invevitable.”

You shiver, lowering your hands to meet his gaze properly. It’s soft and intent, nothing like the anger of a moment ago.

“All right, girls,” you say. “Get your pyjamas on. We’ll be up to say nanight in a minute.”

You usher them away, closing the door to when you hear their footsteps on the stairs. You’ve never been more aware of his presence, the fact it’s just the two of you — you don’t even know who you are without the kids jumping about, sticking their noses in.

“Have I fucked it all up?” he asks finally.

“No. Have I?”

He shakes his head.

“Then what now?” you question. “What does this… mean?”

“Well…” He leans against the counter, fidgety as he smiles again. “I’ll take you on a decent fucking date for starters. No kids, and no more of whatever the fuck this argument was.”

The thought leaves you feeling cracked and seeping with excitement, though you try to play it cool. “Okay. That’s a good plan.”

“Right. Good. Then… are you free Friday night?”

You inch closer to him, timid suddenly. “I don’t know. My usual babysitter is busy.”

He rolls his eyes and tugs you toward him so that your torsos collide, and then his fingers curl around the nape of your neck and you can think of nothing but the way his lips look, and what it must feel like, having them between your thighs, beard grazing your skin.

“You’re an idiot,” he rasps.

“Takes one to know one.” You lick your lips, then his mouth his on yours, rough and ready and desperate. You let him in, let his tongue explore your mouth. You know you shouldn’t. The girls might come back in, might already be listening, but you’ve wanted this for so long.

You both have.

You’re breathless when he stops, his hands lingering just above your belly as he bites down on a groan. “If I don’t stop now, there’ll be trouble.”

You’re not willing to let go, though, and you rest your hands on his chest as you kiss his jaw. “And?”

“And I’ve waited a long fucking time to do this properly. Give you the care,” he kisses your nose, “you deserve. Sweep you,” another kiss, this time at the outer corner of your eye, “off your fucking feet. So I’m going to.” He steps away. “Friday. Seven. Find a new babysitter, and make sure they’re free all night.”

With that, he steps away, leaving you wanting more.

“Uncle Royyyyy!” Phoebe is calling. “Will you read us a story?”

He grins, kisses your forehead, and then is gone. You’re not sure your knees will hold you up if you follow, but you listen to him talking to the girls, making them laugh, and you have never felt more right, more complete.

You’re a fool for thinking anyone else could be perfect for you when the man you love has been here all along.

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mediumgayitalian · 2 months

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“I made this for you.”

Nico stares, blankly, and the freckly hand extended out to him. Twisted around the long, calloused fingers, snagging on a black-lacquered chipped nail, is a bracelet.

Hesitantly, Nico takes it.

It’s woven in some way. He doesn’t recognize the exact pattern; Annabeth probably would. Not a braid, certainly, not any particular shape he can recognise. It’s bi-coloured, a twist of black and yellow, strings wrapped around them in an aborted spiral, almost. There’s a snag a third way into the bracelet, a tiny little error betraying its homemade status.

Under the guise of still inspecting the bracelet, Nico peers through his eyelashes. Will’s attention has long since shifted to somewhere to the left of him, rocking back on his heels, teeth gnawing into his lips as he hums. No longer extended out between them, waiting for Nico’s next move, his hands pick at the colour on his nails, picking off the polish chip by chip.

Dozens of similar bracelets stack his wrists, his ankles; rainbow of colours clashing horribly with the mint green of the cheap plastic shoes.

“What…” He pauses, clearing his throat. He feels Will’s attention on him, the warming rays of his soft smile. Surely this can’t be…

“It’s a friendship bracelet! We were makin’ pottery in Arts ‘n Crafts; I got distracted and the whole thing went squelch.” He blows a raspberry, smacking his fist into his hand. Nico jumps. “Totally collapsed! Anyways. Made a friendship bracelet for all my friends, yellow for me, black for you. I got a matching one!” He holds up his his wrist. It takes Nico a second of squinting to find the matching one — yellow and black, twisted, just like the one he’s wearing, nestled against the others like he’s been wearing it for years.

I made one for all my friends.

“You, uh.” His palms sweat. He tucks them behind his back before Will notices, although the twinkle in his eye tells him he might have an idea. “You’ve done this before.”

It’s not much of a question. Will takes it as one anyway.

“Mhm. You don’t have to wear it, if you don’t want to, I can take it —”

Nico wrenches himself away. Will blinks.

“Absolutely not,” he says, before he realizes what’s coming out of his mouth. “You made it for me. It’s mine.” In a flurry of movement, he tugs the bracelet over his hand, twisting the loosely hanging part around his thumb.

Slowly, giving him time to pull away, a freckly hand comes back into his space. When Nico — frozen — doesn’t flinch away, they rest on the jut of his wrist, the scar on the palm of his hand.

“I got it,” he murmurs. Nico glances up to find Will already looking at him, blue eyes wide and imploring and soft.

Nico has never associated blue eyes with softness. Intensity, maybe. Clarity. Softness, to him, has long been the understanding brown of Reyna’s, the softly glowing embers of Lady Hestia’s. The golden glow of Hazel’s, especially, ever-smiling. (The gentle, endless, sun-warmed clay brown of Bianca’s. Too big for her face, hidden behind her bangs; except, of course, when Nico was overwhelmed and miserable and needed her, needed her, needed her. Or when the lawyer came to their room door, steel-faced, giving the same news, and Nico would slide a small hand in hers, squeezing.)

Will’s eyes are soft, though, he realizes. Like cotton candy at DC fairs, like grape hyacinth, like the blanket he toted around as a baby. Like a sunny smile and golden hair and teasing winks when everything is too too much.

“There.”

With a gentle tug, the loose strings of the friendship bracelet tightly pull the bracelet snug against his wrist. Looser, barely even touching, Will’s fingers follow the contours of the bracelet. He lingers. Nico wonders if he can feel his pulse, pounding, endless.

“Thank you,” he manages, finally. His throat is dry. “For.”

The rest of his sentence won’t come out. Before he can panic, Will smiles; beams, really, eyes crinkling shut, and the short breaths clattering his lungs fizzle out entirely.

“Oh,” he says, several things slotting together at once. “Oh.”

“Anytime,” Will responds grinning, squeezing Nico’s wrist once more before bouncing off. “See you around!”

He’s far gone before Nico finds his voice again. But he smiles, still, eyeing the pretty bracelet, and whispers, “You, too.”

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demonvibez · 7 months

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Overwhelmed

Characters: Leviathan x GN Reader Word Count: 3.7k+ Rating: Teen Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, implied nd reader, gn reader, reader experiences overstimulation (non sexual), brief mentions of mental health topics, kissing A/N: This is based on my experience and what it's like to have my brain. Not gonna explicitly tag anything, but if you can relate, I hope you like this! And if you can't, I hope it gives you a look into my mind ♡ this was cute and fun either way, so enjoy!

Typically, the liveliness of the House of Lamentation didn't bother you, in fact you enjoyed it. The constant chaos of the Demon Brothers typically meant you're never bored or lonely, always getting pulled into their antics at any given time of the day. The natural buzz and chatter around the House usually gave you comfort, knowing your home was filled with those that you love. Today though, for some reason, you couldn't help but to feel a bit...off.

You weren't sure exactly when you started to feel this way. Mammon had slept over in your room the night prior, and he had set a new alarm tone on his DDD to be sure the two of you awoke on time - it was really more for him, seeing as he had Saturday morning breakfast duty, but you promised you'd wake up with him anyway. You didn't know exactly how jarring it would be to wake up to, but it definitely put you in a panic as it ripped you from your deeply peaceful slumber. And the way Mammon was tightly gripping you in his sleepy cuddle made it hard for you to grab his phone and turn it the hell off - the day definitely wasn't starting off well.

Perhaps it was breakfast that was the catalyst of it all. Before you can even step into the dining hall, you can hear most of the brothers already talking inside. As you pushed the door open, your senses were flooded with a barrage of sight, sound and scent. The lighting was unusually brighter as Asmodeus painted his nails at the table, his perfume being the first to hit your nose as you made your way to your seat, and a faint headache started to pulse behind your eyes.

"Good morning, hon~♡," he said, in his typical Asmo singsong voice, "This brand new polish just arrived for me this morning so you know I just had to apply it before I got my day started!"

The pungent scent of Devildom food being prepared wafted out from the kitchen, mixing with the scent of Asmo's beauty products, and you mentally hoped to yourself that the weird combination of scents didn't cause you to lose your appetite. You heard a few crashing noises ring out from the kitchen, followed by the swears of the Second Born and promises of punishment from the First. You shook your head, a small smile on your lips before you looked over to see a pouting Beelzebub next to you. Knowing he was disappointed at the tardiness of this morning's breakfast, you rubbed his arm gently and reassured him that the wait will be over soon.

The final straw definitely came sometime after breakfast. You were sitting in the common room with Beel, watching BBQ Life on the television as you both munched away on some kettle corn. Leviathan was sat across one of the chairs, his legs dangled over one of the sides as he played his current favorite new game on his handheld console, sound turned down to almost a minimum. The three of you were having a relaxing time, when all of the sudden, you heard a faint yelling coming from the front porch before the extremely loud slamming of the entrance door, open then shut. You jumped at the loud bang of the slamming door, and turned your eyes to the hallway to see Satan and Belphegor in a screaming match. You couldn't even really gleam what the two were arguing over, you just knew you were starting to feel overwhelmed by it all.

The chattering from the television, the stickiness of your hands from the popcorn, the brothers' screaming, the scuffing of their shoes on the floor as they wrestle with each other, the soft noises from Levi's game, your headache now suddenly pounding at full force and the anxiety creeping in with it all...it was just too much.

Just as Beelzebub got up to jump between his twin and his older brother, you also jumped up and decided to make a break for it. You needed to get away and go chill somewhere that you could clear your head. Normally you'd also step in and try to diffuse the situation, but the overstimulation was making it hard to process your own thoughts, much less anything else that was going on in the House. You quickly made your way up the stairs, knowing you couldn't possibly go hide out in your own room. You knew that if you hid there, more than one of your demons would follow you and crowd you until you told them what's wrong - not that you wanted to push them away, necessarily, but you just couldn't explain it at that moment. Your mind felt like lightning was striking your brain, while simultaneously, hurricane force winds blew your thoughts around in a flooded vortex. You needed to go somewhere that you could calm the storm in your mind in peace.

There were three rooms in the House of Lamentation you knew you could find uninterrupted solace, for if any demon enter without permission, there would be literal hell to pay. You couldn't go to Satan's room right now, for he was most likely still in the middle of his rage, which you didn't have the capacity to deal with at that moment. You could go to Lucifer's room, but then he'd interrogate you as to why you had decided to let yourself into his room and curl up in his bed. That only really left you with one option - the one demon you knew without a doubt would understand.

You made your way to his door and grabbed the knob, silently praying to yourself that it was unlocked - and to your luck, it actually was. As you pulled the door open, a soft blue light spilled into the hallway, and you made quick work walking inside and closing the door behind you. The soft glow and ambient hum of both the aquarium and the computer were already starting to feel comforting to you. You kicked your shoes off and crossed the room, crawling into his tub and under the covers. As you pulled the fuzzy blanket over your body, you spotted Leviathan's Azuki-tan plushie, pulling it tightly against your chest as you closed your eyes. Maybe if you could just rest and recharge a little, you'll start to feel a bit better.

Leviathan is sitting downstairs on one of the common room chairs, questing away in his new game, Grand Theft Demonio VI. He needs to beat part one of the solo campaign before he can unlock the online multiplayer features - one of the many anti-cheat techniques in use by the developers, but he is enjoying the campaign all the same. He had decided to come downstairs to play in the common room so he can be closer to you as you watch TV with his little brother. He's deep inside his quest, doing everything he can to win the virtual street race against NPCs, when he hears the slamming of doors and it's subsequent screaming match. He jumps slightly at the noise, but is too focused to look up at from his game, seeing as he can clearly recognize the voices of his Fourth and Seventh brothers fighting over a prank gone wrong.

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you make your light sprint out of the room, which forces him to finally look up. A frown befalls his face as he sees you make your exit, and when he looks back down at his game to see that he has lost, his fuse snaps. He taps the button on his handheld to dim and lock the screen, sliding it into his jacket pocket and stomping over to his brothers. All three of his younger brothers take pause as Leviathan verbally tears into them, assigning blame to them for not only losing his game, but scaring you off in the process. Satan can feel Leviathan's wrath building, and he decides to back off, if only to save the House from being flooded and Lotan summoned onto them all. Beel just picks up Belphie and walks off with him under his arm, eventually leaving Leviathan on his own to go find you.

Naturally, he just assumes you went to your own room - after all, why wouldn't you? He knows better than anyone how much your own room can become an oasis of safety, a place you can just barricade yourself into and unmask. He makes quick work of walking to your room, eager to check on you and make sure that you're okay. You never really shared any diagnoses with him, per say, but he could just tell that you two were very similar in the way that your minds work - and while he's used to several millennia of sharing a roof with his rowdy brothers, he knew it would be a bit different for a human such as yourself. He approaches your door and lightly knocks twice, gently whispering your name before putting his ear to the door. He doesn't hear a single sound coming from your room, which causes him to raise an eyebrow. Surely, you'd at least be watching a comfort anime or something?

"A-are you in there? It's m-me, your Lord of Shadows. I came by to check on you," he says nervously, slowly opening the door to see that you aren't actually inside. He steps in, looking around for you, growing more and more frustrated every moment he doesn't see you. He checks your bathroom, your closet, even under your bed - where the hell could you be? You're probably with one of his brothers again, aren't you?! He stomps out of your room, slamming the door behind him, as he fumes to himself silently. Of course you'd be seeking comfort from one of his brothers, and he's sure he can guess which one of them you may have run to - most likely one of his older brothers' rooms. He figures you'd either go to Lucifer, because he knows how to fix anything - or Mammon, simply because the two of you are so damn close. He can't stand either thought. The Eldest's perfection has caused him a great deal of lamentation over the years, but when he thinks of you running to him for comfort, it stings all the worse. And the fact that you're so close with Mammon? Really?! Mammon?!?! The stupid scummy Avatar of Greed, SERIOUSLY?! WHAT DO YOU EVEN SEE IN HIM?!?! KILXRFJ;-

Filled with envy and demon form on full display, Leviathan storms through the hall and up the stairs. A tidal wave of emotions flash flooding his own mind, he's unable to process his thoughts or feelings, and he just knows he needs to retreat to the safety of his little otaku island. Almost racing to his room, Leviathan quickly finds himself at his own bedroom door. His tail wraps around the knob and twists it open, pulling the door open and then shut again after stepping inside. He lets out a long exhale, his eyes fluttering shut as he takes in the ambient noise of his room - his safe space. His orange eyes finally open, the purple in them slowly seeping back in as the envy slowly recedes from his mind. He takes a few steps towards his bathtub, pulling his handheld out of his pocket as he does so, before freezing in place as he notices movement inside. His eyes widen and his free hand floats up to hide his face when he sees the top of your head peaking out from beneath the pile of fluffy Ruri-chan blankets. His mind goes blank, for he honestly has no idea how to proceed.

"Leviathan?" your whispered voice calls out to him gently as you pull the covers from your face. You rub your eyes before looking up at him, a small smile pulling at your lips when you see him. "Nap," is all you ask as you scoot over in the bottom of the tub, patting the space next to you as you invite him into his own bed with you. You'd apologize for intruding into his space later, but you know that right now you both need a good cuddle and a nap together - especially if the way he tore through the door a few minutes ago tells you anything about his mood. He hesitates for a moment, his brain still rebooting to process the sight before him, and next thing he knows you're full on assaulting him with your puppy dog eyes.

As you silently plead with him, you reach up towards him, inviting him into your arms as you make a grabby hand gesture. Before he starts to spiral with doubt, he decides to just go for it - you're his Henry, after all. He slides off his shoes and steps into the tub, lowering himself down beside you as you lightly giggle and scoot over just a little more so he can get comfortable. As soon as his head hits the pillow, you rest your head on his chest, your arm draping itself over his torso as your legs tangle with his. A rosy blush dusts his cheeks as he hears you sigh happily, and he can't help but to smile a little himself. His tail snakes its way around your waist as he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the two of you eventually drift off to sleep.

After a very adventurous dream involving the two of you slaying a dragon, Leviathan finally drifts out of his slumber and into wakefulness. As his mostly purple eyes flutter open, still adjusting to the dim light of the room, he focuses to see you still comfortably asleep in his arms. As he gazes down at you, he thinks about earlier, and how he so quickly assumed you'd seek the comfort of another demon. A tinge of guilt enters the back of his mind, feeling bad about having doubted you so easily - you're his Henry! His player two! He internally curses himself, telling himself he should have a little more faith in his best friend in all three realms, or else you may grow tired of his antics like everyone else. One of his biggest fears is that one day you might think he's just too much, and he'll lose you forever. . .

Before his thoughts could become too turbulent, he feels you stirring within his grasp. The way you gently squeeze him, and press a loving little nuzzle into the crook of his neck, is enough to push back the fear and insecurity - at least for now. You crane your neck upwards, pressing a kiss into the bottom of his jaw, before your eyes flutter open to look up at the gorgeous sea demon beneath you. A small blush paints itself across Leviathan's cheeks as he looks down at you, his admiration for you sparkling in his orange and purple gradient eyes.

"Heeeey...y-you're awake," he says nervously, his hand moving to hide his blush as the other stays rested on your back. You can't help but to let out a small giggle.

"As are you, my sweet otaku. Hope your nap was as good as mine was," you murmur softly, reaching up to move his hand away from his face and cup his cheek with your own hand. You push yourself up a little on your other arm, stretching a bit to be able to kiss him. You finally press your lips to his, and Leviathan could have sworn he can see animated hearts and fireworks flashing around the room as he finally felt the warmth of your kiss. He hesitates for a moment, his brain caught in a slight lag, which causes you to internally panic for a moment as well - until you can finally feel him relax beneath you and kiss you back. He pulls you up closer, his arms wrapped around you in a loving hug, his tail still securely wrapped around your waist. You playfully nibble his bottom lip, smiling into the kiss as you attempt to deepen it, when all of the sudden - a loud banging at the door.

The suddenly loud bang made you jump a little, your heart skipping a beat as you unintentionally break the kiss. The banging continues, and you shrink down into the tub, burrowing your face into Leviathan's chest and pulling the blanket back over your head. You weren't quite ready to go back out and deal with all the chaos of the House of Lamentation - you just wanna stay here and relax with him.

"Yo, Levi! I know ya got my human in there! Open the hell up!" You know that voice anywhere - Mammon has probably been blowing up your phone asking for you. You love your greedy first man but, he's a ball of energy that you'd rather hang out with later when you're recharged yourself. Your headache is now gone, but you're still a bit tired and a little anxious from earlier. Just as you peak your head out from under the blanket to whisper something to Levi, you hear more banging at the door, followed by a loud scoff from the Avatar of Envy.

"Who does he think he is, banging on my door like he owns the place and demanding I give you to him," he said, his tone sharp as the envy flares up in his eyes, his eyebrows scrunching together in anger.

"Hey," you murmur softly to him, "you can go tell him I'm fine, I'll see him later. But you don't have to worry, Levi. I'm staying here with you." You reach up to press another little kiss onto the bottom of his jaw, before looking at him to see a satisfied smirk spread across his face. He would absolutely take this opportunity to go tell off his scummy older brother - especially taking pride in the fact that you want to ignore all of his brothers and stay here with him.

"I'll be right back," he confidently says before pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He lets go of you as you move off of him - you sit up at the opposite end of the tub as he stands up and climbs out, making his way to the bedroom door with a purpose. You had made your wishes clear to him, and he is beyond willing to be the one to enforce them for you. He rips the door open just before Mammon could slam his fist into it one last time, and you look away just as Mammon calls your name. Leviathan pushes Mammon backward into the hall as he steps through the door, mindful enough to gently click the door shut.

You wrap the blanket around your body and up over your shoulders as you listen and wait for the commotion in the hallway to be over. You can hear some faint shouting at first, but then it dies down to an undistinguishable murmur, so you just lean back against the tub and turn your attention to the aquarium. You always love the glow of the LED lights in Levi's tank - and you could watch lil Henry 2.0 swim around for hours. The new little plants Levi put in the tank are really pretty, love the way they look in the water. A little aquarium would look really cool in your room! Maybe you should also get a few new plants for your room too, give the tree in there a few siblings. You start to wonder about the tree, was the house built around it, or was a tree transplanted there? Does is like living in your room? You should definitely get those plants, make the tree happy! Does the tree have a name...?

The door opens and closes once again, snapping you out of your streaming thoughts and your attention back to the door. You have no idea how long he was out there, but Leviathan is now back with a smug smirk on his face, making his way to his desk to take the phone off the charger. He unlocks his DDD and taps away, typing a message in the House group chat saying that 'the human is fine and recovering with me, DND ⛔,' before tossing his phone back down into his gaming chair.

"Thank you, Leviathan...for everything," you say softly. "I just got..so...um, overwhelmed. And you're the only one who understands me like that...plus I love spending time with you..." The two of you struggle to look at each other as blush spreads across both of your faces.

"N-no need to thank me," he says, hiding his face behind both of his hands. "You're always welcome here, a-and I'll always have your back!"

The two of you settle back in together, cozy in his arms as you lean back against his chest while the two of you watch a cute new anime. He asked if you wanted to pick one from his watchlist, but you couldn't make up your mind on one, so he ended up streaming 'Help! I Have a Crush on My BFF from Another Realm!'

After watching for a while, the two of you get to chatting - mostly starting with analysis of the anime, and eventually drifting into the events of the day. You explained to the best of your abilities what happened and how it felt, to which Leviathan reassures you that he heavily relates, and that you can always come to him for anything - especially when you're feeling overwhelmed. You assure him the same, reminding him that Henry always has their Lord of Shadows' back.

The two of you share another tender little kiss before turning your attention back to the anime on screen, the next episode starting to auto-play. As he holds you in his arms, the theme song softly playing on the TV, Leviathan can't help but to think how happy he is to have a relationship with such a deep sense of understanding between the two of you - you really are his Henry.

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spare aster going bare for the first time miss moon?🥸

Hey I absolutely LOVE your work! Can you please please please write aster first time without a condom! Thank you!!!!

Okay but what about aster y/n allowing Harry to cum in her for the first time?

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"We've gotta leave soon, baby. Are y'almost ready?"

(Y/N) flicked her gaze from the adjustments she was making to her hair to where Harry was lent against the threshold of the hotel bathroom, brows raised in question. He was already dressed and ready to go as far as she could tell; the black satin of his shirt glinted in the vanity light, barely buttoned to the mid of his torso to allow the majority of his tattoos to be on display (she had asked him if it was really appropriate to show up to a wedding basically shirtless, and he had only shrugged saying that no one would be looking at him anyway as soon as the ceremony started). A pair of black fitted trousers covered his legs, stretching around his thighs and making his legs seem all that much longer, matching the black coat he had over his shoulders. The only pops of color came in the form of the baby pink nail polish on his fingers and the suede boots in a matching pastel shade, coordinating with the dress that covered (Y/N)'s own figure. Rings glinted on his fingers with glimmering jewels and brassy bands as he ran them through his hair, the length curling towards his collarbones.

If not for the nerves bubbling in her tummy, she was almost sure she could have melted at the sight of him alone. But, there was only so much space in her head for him to occupy when she was busy trying to steady her shaky hands.

"Mhm," she squeaked, wiring a smile onto her face as she plucked at her hair. If this one baby hair would just lay down—

"Y'alright, lovebug?" Harry asked, stepping into the bathroom with the click of his shoes echoing over the tile.

It was a familiar question she'd heard wrapped up in his voice over a hundred times at this point. The sound was enough to make the smile on her lips turn genuine. He knew her, sometimes a little too well.

"I'm okay, yeah," she said, finding some minuscule error in her makeup to distract herself.

Even without the sound of his boots approaching behind her, (Y/N) wouldn't have been able to ignore the static of his presence. Casting her gaze from the makeup bag on the counter, (Y/N) found him peering over her shoulder with his lips pursed and brows furrowed before Harry slipped an arm around her waist.

"Jus' okay?" he hummed, watching as she plucked up a spare brush and swept it over her eyelids, "Are y'nervous?"

A humorless smile stretched over (Y/N)'s lips. She was sure it wasn't a huge surprise for him to have sussed out that she wasn't feeling the most secure, but it still made her feel more embarrassed than anything.

"Maybe," she settled on, her voice quiet just between the two of them.

His arm around her waist tightened, fingers denting her skin through the fabric of her dress. She could already imagine the tint of concern that was no doubt taking over his irises as he spoke, "What's making y'nervous, hm?"

The noncommittal answer of "Everything," slipped from between her lips as she resumed her fussing of her hair.

"Baby," he cooed to her, pressing a kiss to her temple, the sliver of his lip ring pinging against her skin, "I thought y'liked weddings."

The mention of the day's plans didn't help much to settle (Y/N), her attention drifting to the strap of her dress—another thing to fuss with.

It wasn't that (Y/N) wasn't excited to go to the wedding—she loved weddings actually! She'd only been to a few growing up, but as soon as she realized what they were all about, her hopelessly romantic heart was gone for them—, she was just nervous. (Surprise, surprise!). Meeting Harry's extended family was going to be a big step, and she didn't want to intrude on such a joyous occasion for his family. As far as she knew, Harry hadn't seen this particular stretch of family in a couple of years, but had been eager to RSVP as soon as he received the invitation in the mail. She didn't want to take away from that moment by clinging to him all night.

"I do like weddings," she argued, voice soft, "It's just... I don't know. I've only met your mom, and I talked to your sister once over FaceTime. Now, I'm meeting your whole family and going to a wedding I wasn't exactly invited to."

The pinch in Harry's brows deepened at her words. "Of course y'were invited, love. The invitation included a plus one, and I know mum made sure to mention to Serena that I was bringing m'girlfriend."

As silly as it was, just hearing Harry refer to her as his girlfriend made her heart flutter. It never got old.

"But, they don't know me, and I'm going to one of the most important days of their lives. I don't want to mess anything up or take away from it all."

Harry stopped her busy fingers then, taking his tattooed hands and lacing his fingers through hers to halt her fidgeting. His eyes were clear and unwavering as he looked at her through the mirror. "You're not going to mess anything up, okay? You're not going to take away from the day, or make it any less important. When mum told Serena, she told me that Serena was so excited, that everyone's heard so much about y'since y'came home with me and they can't wait to meet you, and see why mum hasn't stopped talking about you. They want y'there, baby—not as much as I want y'to be there, but close enough."

A smile crept onto the edges of his lips as he spoke, his reassuring words turning affectionate as he watched her through the reflection. (Y/N) couldn't help her own smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. Bits and pieces of the icy nerves that had flaked down like snow in her stomach melted away as he spoke. Mounds of those nerves still remained in banks in her system, but he melted them away slowly and sweetly, knowing just what to say to her even if it took time for her to come to the same conclusion.

"You mean that?" she murmured, voice quiet between them.

"Of course I mean that, my love," he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the side of her head, "You're only going to make today that much better for everyone. Especially me. I promise."

(Y/N) pulsed her hand in Harry's, fingers tightening between his as she soaked in his sentiment. "Thank you, H."

His smile could be felt against her temple, soothing (Y/N) even further. She liked making him happy.

"Feeling any better, love?" Harry's smile only spread wider when (Y/N) nodded her head, her hair fluttering around his face. "Good," he cooed against her skin, "Was worried y'weren't gonna let me take y'out and show y'off while you're looking so pretty. If it wasn't for the bride, I'd think all the attention would be on you."

"Stop it," she smiled, shaking her head before turning in his arms and tucking herself against his chest, "You're not supposed to say that. Today's about your cousin."

"Not for me, it isn't," Harry countered, his arms slipping around her form and cuddling her close to his frame, "As far as 'm concerned, everyday's about you, lovebug."

(Y/N) didn't know what else to say but a small, "I love you," that fell from her lips.

With her ear pressed to his chest, the flutter of Harry's heart echoed in her head.

It only took a moment for Harry to press a settling kiss to the top of her head before he spoke into her hair, "I love you too, (Y/N)."

As she pressed herself closer to his chest, (Y/N) swore she heard his heart beat in time with the words that fell from his mouth.

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(Y/N) tried her best to feign confidence as they strode into the wedding venue, trying her best to keep her eyes forward and from falling to her feet where she itched to draw her attention. Harry's hand was held tight in her own, just the way it had been since he opened the car door for her with a smile and a small question of "Ready?" being murmured to her. Beside her, Harry walked with his head high, the sunlight reflecting off the black shades covering his eyes as he led her towards the quaint winery both the ceremony and reception were taking place in.

Luckily, they seemed to have arrived at the perfect moment to calm (Y/N)'s nerves, none of Harry's family members pulling in and joining them in the parking lot, leaving only the click of her heels on the pavement to echo through the space. Up ahead, the aged wooden doors of the winery were splayed open, giving a peek at the interior swathed in the creamy pastels and deep accents that had been used on the wedding invitation they received eight weeks earlier.

"That's a pretty color, don't y'think?" Harry murmured to her as they scaled the short set of stairs leading to the winery, "That peach color."

The smile that plucked at the corners of her lips felt tight as (Y/N) nodded her head. "Yeah, it is pretty. I like how it looks with the green."

Harry hummed at her words, a light smile playing at his own lips that was worlds more genuine than (Y/N)'s. His hand never left hers as he tugged her to the guest book, signing his own name before allowing (Y/N) to add hers right beside his. As they walked through the winery, following the directions given by one of the venue's staff to the private room for the ceremony, (Y/N) noticed each of the details. Flowers were dotted all over the space, sticking with the colors of peach and green with grey swathes of ribbon tying it all together. Bits and pieces of Serena and her soon-to-be husband's love story were framed on the walls, their smiling and love struck faces maturing as (Y/N) watched their love grow through each frame until the final photograph came in the form of the wedding proposal before the hallway opened up to the private room.

Rows of chairs were stationed in the center of the room, right in front of the trellised alter, more flowers braided through the white picketing. An olive green runway was laid out in the middle of the chairs, soon to be dotted with peach colored petals just before the bride made her descent down the aisle. The space was beautiful, (Y/N) feeling her own heart softening as she allowed her imagination to runaway as she imagined the kind of love story that would warrant such a breathtaking celebration.

But, her heart could only soften so much when she took note of the amount of strangers in the room. Those on the groom's side of the ceremony were complete strangers, not a single recognizable face or familiar feature, but that wasn't what was causing her heart to speed up in the most unpleasant of ways. That side of the wedding still made her nervous of course (complete strangers were not the most comforting thing in the world to her), but they had nothing on the bride's half.

That side of the room was where she found familiar features on unfamiliar faces, a family resemblance stringing along each of these people that reminded her in glimmers of the man beside her. This was Harry's family, distant relatives as well as close family members that helped make him into the person he was today. And she was to meet all of them today, and hopefully give both a good and lasting first impression.

If all went well, these people could be at her wedding one day, so she wanted to gain the same support they were showing to Serena today.

That was a lot of pressure.

Sticking close to Harry's side, (Y/N) wanted nothing more than to find their seats before the ceremony began, hoping that they had timed everything perfectly leaving little room for any kind of small talk before the bride was to walk down the aisle. But, she could never be so lucky, (Y/N) decided when she saw an older man's face light up when he caught sight of Harry.

She watched as the man nudged the woman next to him, her own lips tugging into a bright smile when she was directed in Harry's direction before they excused themselves from their seats and made way to where Harry was still leading her to one of the rows on Serena's side of the room.

"Harry!" the man called, voice traveling through the room, "Look at you! I haven't seen you in ages!"

The curls at Harry's shoulders fluttered around his face as he whipped his head in the direction of his relative, recognition already lighting up his eyes at the sound of the familiar voice. "Uncle Mark," Harry greeted, dimples on display as he rerouted (Y/N) with a tug of his hand.

Though it made the gesture more complicated, Harry kept his hand clasped around (Y/N)'s as he reached his free arm around Uncle Mark's shoulders, a half hug in greeting.

"Your mum said you'd grown out your hair even longer, but I hadn't believed her," Uncle Mark laughed, eyes following the curls that stopped at the line of Harry's collarbones, "I was worried you had let it grow down to your ass, and we were all going to have to pretend not to notice so Serena didn't get her feelings hurt when we weren't paying attention to her."

Harry shook his head, an easy laugh falling from his lips as the hoop pierced his lip wobbled at the motion. "No, no. I think this is the longest I can handle it," Harry started before nudging (Y/N) with his shoulder, his smile turning teasing, "Besides, I've already got enough of a problem with the shower drain where she's involved, I don't need to add to it."

(Y/N) felt the apples of her cheeks heat at his words, more at the implication that she spent enough time at his house—in his shower—to be causing problems like that, than the fact he had said her hair clogged his shower drain (which was still rude to tell, even if she was distracted with other facets of this conversation). Before she could sputter out any counter argument, the woman who had followed after Uncle Mark waved her hand dismissively at the talking men.

"Don't listen to them, dear," she said with a roll of her eyes, the kind of teasing tone only a mother and wife could pull off tinting her words, "I haven't seen Mark actually fix the shower drain—or anything in the bathroom—in at least a decade, so I don't know why he's laughing. And, Harry, you should be nice and at least introduce her before you make those kinds of jokes."

The gentle scolding was enough for Harry's grin to shudder to a lopsided smile before he looked down at (Y/N), something like pride leaking into his gaze. "I know, you're right, Aunt Sara. This is (Y/N). She's m'girlfriend."

The heart shaped bubble that bobbled in her stomach was enough to quell her worries in that moment. She really liked being introduced like this, pride in Harry's voice along with the title of being his girlfriend.

Swallowing through her dry mouth, (Y/N) held her free hand out with a practiced smile on her face. "Nice to meet you both," she greeted, her voice leveled and reminiscent of the days where her parents had taught her 'proper manners'.

Uncle Mark's subsequent smile held something familiar, a crook in the curve that was reminiscent of Harry's mom's smile. "Its nice to meet you, (Y/N). My sister hasn't stopped talking about the week you came out to visit for months, so I'm happy I finally have more than a single picture to place to a name. Thank you for coming to my daughter's big day."

Before (Y/N) had a chance to respond, Aunt Sara beat her out with a fawning gush of praise, "You're just as pretty as Anne said! You and Harry make the perfect little couple, all of that opposites attract thing. Thank you for coming, dear."

It was Aunt Sara that tugged her in for a soft hug, an arm falling around (Y/N)'s shoulders as she was pulled into the woman's embrace. (Y/N)'s hands stammered, her grip on Harry's hand hesitantly falling before she reciprocated the cuddle.

"Th-Thank you for having me," (Y/N) stuttered when released from the hug, looking between both Mark and Sara with a stilted smile, "The space is so beautiful already; Serena and Aaron are very lucky."

Just as Uncle Mark made a move to grumble about how the venue better be pretty, because the price of all these flowers, Aunt Sara made the kind of pouted face one made when seeing an adorably sweet puppy. "You are too sweet, (Y/N), thank you. We're so happy you and Harry are here, I ca—"

Before she could say much more, a girl who had to be one of the bridesmaids if her peach colored dress was anything to go by, rushed through the ceremony space with a tight smile on her face. She approached the group of them with a careful smile, a hand landing on Sara's shoulder to steal her attention.

"Can you come to the bridal room with me? Serena is having a... bride moment and won't talk to anyone that isn't you or her dad," the girl shared, her tone hushed though it was hard to hide much when all attention was on her.

Aunt Sara heaved a sigh and nodded, telling the bridesmaid she'd be back there in a moment. Turning her attention to the pair of them, Sara gave an apologetic smile. "We have to go, but please, if we're not back before the ceremony, we'd love to see you both again at the reception. Thank you for coming, and it was wonderful to meet you, (Y/N)."

Watching Harry's aunt and uncle make their exit, a pressure was lifted from (Y/N)'s chest. While it wasn't much, she had two less first impressions to make today, and she'd like to think those went fairly well even if her well-mannered facade cracked in some spots. With their path cleared, Harry resumed their trek to a pair of tulle draped seats for the ceremony.

Although (Y/N) had been preparing herself for every and any worst case scenario tied to this wedding, she hadn't really anticipated the kind of world she had stepped into when crossing into the venue. She knew her own family was worlds away from being considered 'normal', something she learned through the facial expressions given by Harry and Sarah any time she mentioned something from her childhood or an odd (re: self-stifling) quirk she learned from her parents, but seeing the way Harry acted with his relatives was something of a culture shock. Of course, she'd seen the familiarity and casualness he'd exhibited around his mother, but even the short interaction they'd had with his aunt and uncle was different than anything she could ever see herself having with her own relatives.

His Uncle Mark casually used a swear word in conversation with his nephew and beside his wife, and didn't at all seem phased when Harry implied how often his unwed girlfriend stayed at his place. The mention of such intimate domesticity in front of others hadn't even perturbed Aunt Sara or kept her from joining in on the teasing. And the hug. Aunt Sara had hugged her before she'd even truly met her. The walls (Y/N) was so used to separating herself from her own family with hadn't been there as she stood in front of his relatives, an odd shift she hadn't anticipated at all. And they seemed to like her—really like her. Even when she wasn't at the top of her manners and had stuttered her way through her thanks, they hadn't offered a sharp glance to Harry or scoffed under their breath.

It was... easy talking to them.

As much as (Y/N) wanted to hang onto that revelation, take it as a victory, the cautionary anxiety that had wrapped her up the second they had driven out here the day before to check into their hotel for the weekend wouldn't let her do as much. This might have been easy, but she couldn't base the rest of the day on that interaction.

It was Harry's hand squeezing hers as he pulled her down a row of chairs that pulled her from the trellis she was braiding in her head. She found him turning to look at her once he found a pair that didn't seem to be reserved by any purses or jackets, tugging her to sit on the aisle seat, away from any strangers.

"Look at you, baby," he murmured as he sat down next to her, "Y'survived. 'M proud of you."

"Barely," she countered, the word floating under her breath.

Harry shook his head with a laugh, slinging his arm around the back of her chair with his fingers dangling over her shoulder. "Aunt Sara's already obsessed with you, I promise. If not for the wedding starting in twenty minutes, 'm sure she would have grabbed y'to be a bridesmaid."

"I don't know about that," she said, struggling to keep the smile from her lips as she dropped her gaze to her lap.

"Well, I do," Harry countered, dipping his head close to her ear as the words washed over her skin, the affection in his tone seeping into her system. "Gonna have the whole family in love with y'by the end of the night. 'M worried 'm gonna have to prove m'worth to keep m'spot as your boyfriend."

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, turning her head to meet his gaze so he could glimpse at what his teasing was doing to her smile. "Just tell everyone about how I apparently clog your shower drain all the time with my hair. I'm sure that'll keep them away."

A loud laugh escaped Harry's lips, his arm around her shoulders squeezing as he tugged her to his side. Shaking his head, he returned his attention to her with a pink hue rising to the apples of his cheeks, "I was only teasing, m'love—'s not all the time, more like once every couple of months, at this point."

"You're so mean to me, H," (Y/N) whispered, the insult losing all of its grit as it traveled through her smile.

"Am I? Am I really, angel?" he murmured, dipping his head closer to hers as dimples popped into his cheeks.

For a split second, with Harry's attention focused squarely on her in all of his eyelined glory, (Y/N) almost didn't care about the countless relatives and strangers filling the room. She wanted to kiss him and tell him she loved him and that there was no where else she'd rather be than with him.

And, she was pretty sure she would have done just that if they hadn't been interrupted by the sound of a voice she'd only ever heard through FaceTime.

"Harry! You finally bring your girlfriend around and the first person you go to isn't me? Your sister who you haven't seen in almost a year?"

Looking up from the faux-privacy they had curated in the middle of the winery, (Y/N) found the newly-unpixelated face of Gemma Styles.

From the corner of her eye, the shape of Harry's lips curved upward before he tugged her to stand up with him. A short glance was shot her way, but (Y/N) knew what he was asking her. Ready? she could hear echoed in his voice.

Looking to the woman that had the same green eyes as her Harry, with a single dimple denting into the apple of her cheek that was more than familiar, (Y/N) knew she wasn't entirely ready, but she was going to be no matter what.

Harry squeezed her hand, tugging her to his side before speaking, "Gems, I was jus' about to go and find you..."

She could do this.

—————

(Y/N) found it hard to draw her gaze away from the newly wed couple as they pranced down the aisle with bright smiles on their faces and a sheen of tears covering their eyes. Applause followed after the couple along with the wedding party, chatter beginning to rise among the guests.

The ceremony had been beautiful, the couple having written their own vows to share with one another. (Y/N) had known she was going to get emotional during the exchange no matter what, but she hadn't anticipated tearing up as soon as she saw the groom's reaction to Serena, clad in a sleek white gown as she descended the aisle. It was the way his face had immediately turned a shade of red and his eyes filled with tears as his best man clapped a hand on his shoulder in support, seemingly breath-taken at the sight of his bride. That was what had done it for (Y/N).

From then on, she was consistently trying to keep her own tears from spilling over the edge of her waterline and disrupting the makeup she had fussed over that morning. As soon as Harry noticed, he was more than happy to become her comfort for the duration of the ceremony, his arm around her shoulder tightening and his once free hand came to settle on her thigh in a comforting grip. His hold was a reassuring one, something he'd done for her no less than a hundred times when cuddling during a movie or wrapped up in the sheets of his bed after a long day. He was her rock.

But, it wasn't until the ceremony had come to an end that he spoke to her, his voice quiet under all the chatter, "Y'alright, lovebug?"

Using her fingertips to gently cater to her tears, (Y/N) nodded her head, voice matching the hushed volume of her Harry's. "Yeah, it was all just really pretty. You can tell they really love each other."

A tender smile tugged at Harry's lips, affection seeping into his features. "Yeah. Y'can."

Harry's gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he tugged her from her seat, his arm around her shoulder falling to grab at her hand. They had about an hour and a half of wait time while the space was renovated to now hold the reception, some guests moving to the patio area out in the back of the winery while others headed towards the front exit to do whatever else. Harry pulled her to join him in the group moving towards the patio, his eyes scanning for his mom who he hadn't had a chance to talk to before the ceremony started.

Spotting an empty cocktail table, he towed (Y/N) behind him, opting to text his mom as he hadn't found her out in the patio space. Fitting herself against his side, (Y/N) looked out at the guests that followed them out to the back of the winery, grateful that she'd met at least a few of the previously unfamiliar faces. Sitting through the ceremony had allowed her attention to sway from the nerves in her stomach, giving her time to settle and enjoy the fact Harry had brought her to a wedding as his date; this was something she wanted to be excited about, feel butterflies over the fact he invited her to something like this at all, and she'd barely given herself a moment to feel even a shred of giddiness over it.

"Mum's staying back and helping them clean up, but she said she'll be back to see us before the reception," Harry told her, tucking his phone away before leaning with his elbows on the tabletop to curl his body around hers, a gentle smile on his face, "And she wanted me to tell y'that she loves your dress and y'look really pretty."

A heat flustered behind (Y/N)'s cheeks, keening under his attention. It was one thing to receive those kinds of compliments from Harry, someone who she knew loved her and would always go out of his way to make her feel good, but it was something different to have someone like his mom reiterate those sentiments. She felt a different kind of confidence hearing those words from her. "Really?"

His grin went lopsided as he gazed at her, a single dimple in his cheek as the lilypad-green of his eyes pursued the bashful expression on her face. "Really, baby,"

Dropping her eyes to where her hands were tracing over the wrought iron designs of the patio table they were stationed at, she felt her smile stretch even wider, "I'll have to tell her thank you then when I see her."

Harry hummed in response, scooting that much closer to her with the curtain of his hair creating faux privacy in the middle of the courtyard. "She's right, anyway. Y'look so pretty, you're breaking m'heart."

(Y/N) didn't know what to say, feeling her skin prickle and cheeks heat at his compliments. The butterflies in her tummy were a breed all of their own, the kind that only popped up when Harry was so sweet on her at a wedding. He was making it way too easy for those butterflies in her tummy to flood to her head and make her believe this could someday play out again at a different wedding—one where she planned everything and was the one in the white dress.

"Harry," she breathed out, the call of his name a whisper that worked its way through her smile.

An all too smug smile kinked at the corners of his lopsided grin, making him look way too satisfied to have received her shy reaction. "You're so sweet, baby," he said, bumping his hip against her side, "What did y'think about Serena's dress?"

She was grateful for the change in topic, needing a moment to get the fluttering in her chest under control so she didn't look like a vibrating chihuahua by the time Harry's mom came around. "It was really pretty; I liked the train," she settled, nodding her head as she remembered the long, lace train that followed after Serena as she walked down the aisle.

Another hum worked its way out of Harry's throat, like he was contemplating her words.

"Is that the kind of dress y'like? With the long train and everything?" he asked, his eyes clear and intense against the black kohl on his waterline.

(Y/N) was caught off guard at the line of question he opened up. Before the butterflies in her tummy could rile themselves up again, she wanted to double check what exactly he was asking.

"Like, as a wedding dress?"

"Mhm."

"Oh," she sounded, rolling her lips between her teeth as if she were afraid of the kind of smile that was threatening to split her lips and make her cheeks ache. "Um, I don't know. Maybe? I like the idea of having a train, but I think it would be a lot to keep track of. And,"—she swallowed, dropping her gaze to Harry's tattooed wrist from where he lent over the table with his chin in his palm, "I-I've always kind of pictured myself in something bigger; a big skirt with lots of tulle, or satin, or whatever I end up liking."

This wasn't the first time they'd talked about weddings, or even getting married (nothing quite as blunt as the night she overheard him talking to his mom about when he wanted to propose), but he'd never asked for details like this. The prospect of that kind of future was always spoken about in the abstract, with offhand comments about a someday, or a one day. But this, the blunt mention of the rest of their lives made her feel like her heart was about to jump out of her throat and there was too much energy in her body to be contained. If she could jump around and scream without anyone giving her odd looks, she would have.

Harry's face molded into a soft smile though his eyes turned a bit dreamy. "Yeah, I can see that. Like one of those princess kind of dresses, right?"

This time, (Y/N) hadn't bothered to bite back her smile. "Yeah, something like that."

His dimple sunk deeper into his cheek as his eyes fell from her own and traced down the length of her body. "I've always pictured y'in a pink color, too. Those blush dresses, or whatever they're called."

While he was right in his assumption ((Y/N) loved seeing those pink dresses on those wedding dress television shows, the blush shades always being her favorite), she couldn't get over the first half of his thought: he had pictured what she would look like on her wedding day.

And, the way he said it made it sound like it was more than once. That he'd thought about what she would look like going down the aisle, and had 'always' seen her in a blush colored gown.

Shifting her gaze to land on the script tattoo on his hand, the words spelling out 'love me please?'taking her attention as she fought to keep her head on straight. "Yeah, actually," she murmured, "I really like those dresses."

"That would be really pretty, baby," he said, keeping his own voice low between the two of them, "I don't know what y'had in mind, but I've always seen us getting married outside, in a garden or something. I think the pink would be really pretty in a place like that."

In that moment, (Y/N) became conscious of her breathing, making an effort to take in each breath and ease out the exhales. If not for that awareness, she was halfway sure that she would have passed out. Or burst into tears—but there was no ruling out that outcome, yet.

"I-I like that idea, yeah," she squeaked, keeping her eyes trained on the tattoo on his hand in hopes of focusing her rattling brain, "What else have you pictured for o-our wedding?"

Our wedding.

"Mmm," Harry hummed, (Y/N) not even needing to see his face to know he was pursing his lips and hooding his eyes in thought, "Don't have everything figured out, but I have a few ideas. I think it'd be small, yeah? Something just for us and a few people who are important to us, but mostly private. 'M not sure about the colors, but I figured we'd do something soft for you. Lots of flowers, too; some in your hair, if y'liked something like that. I don't know everything, but I know we'd be really happy."

(Y/N) knew it was a wise choice not to rule out tears when she felt the backs of her eyes begin to burn and a lump form in her throat. She couldn't look at him if she wanted to keep a hold on her control, keep herself from embarrassing herself in front of Harry's family, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to know what he looked like when he spoke like that, telling her that the one thing he knew for sure was that they would be happy. On their wedding day.

She found him gazing at her with something that could only be described as tender affection in his eyes, a soft-lipped grin on his face. He was admiring her, that was the only name she could put to a look like that.

The second he saw the tears that had gathered in her eyes, Harry shifted on his stance. He crowded around her, orbiting around her to place himself in front of her, shielding her from the rest of the wedding guests as he tucked her into his chest.

"Lovebug," he cooed, his smile dampening into a pout.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," she rushed, shaking her head before settling her hands on his chest, "I promise, I'm okay. I-I just really like your ideas. Our wedding sounds really nice."

Bringing a gentle hand to her cheek, Harry brushed his thumb over the height of her cheekbone. Though she could still see all of his concern swimming in his eyes, he made an effort to fit a lopsided smile on his lips. "I like hearing y'say that. Talking about our wedding, and everything."

(Y/N) nodded her head, aware of the tendrils of hair that floated around her face at the motion. "I do, too."

A beat passed, Harry's gaze trained on her while (Y/N) fought to keep her tears at bay. (She barely had any mascara left on her lower lashes, and she needed to preserve it for the reception if she wanted to look nice meeting the rest of his family). The cradle of his hand on her cheek soldified then, stabilizing her as he lent down and pressed a tentative kiss to the corner of her lips.

"I love you, baby. So much." The sentiment was whispered across her skin, sinking into her system and quelling the buzz that tickled her veins.

A smile cracked her lips, rounding her cheek out into the palm of his hand. His hold was warm, careful, and tender. Safe. All the words she would use to describe the love of her life.

"I love you too, H."

The pure elation that filled his gaze was enough to make (Y/N) want to spend the rest of the day telling him those words over and over again. And she would have, if a neatly manicured hand hadn't curled around Harry's shoulder from behind.

"There you two are! I've been looking everywhere!" It was Anne, the voice familiar and enough to knock (Y/N) out of her stupor and for Harry to reluctantly draw his gaze from her.

"Mum," he sighed, a small smile filling his face when he caught sight of his mom, "I was wondering when y'would show up."

Anne waved off his words, "I told you I would come find you before the reception. I didn't interrupt anything, though, did I?"

Her familiar green eyes swooped between the two of them, Harry having shifted to a much more acceptable hold on (Y/N) with only their hands linked and sides pressed together. Though, (Y/N) was sure she still held remnants of their embrace in the glisten of her eyes and the soft set of each of her muscles that called for her to lean all over Harry.

"No," Harry started, chancing a quiet look in (Y/N)'s direction, "We were jus' talking about the wedding."

(Y/N) didn't bother to hide her smile at his words.

He meant their wedding.

—————

(Y/N) startled when she felt someone bump into her shoulder. The hand she had around her flute of sparkling apple juice (they passed it around during speeches for anyone underage and Harry made a point to grab one for her when he saw her eyeing the tray) tightened as she jumped. Gemma had just left for the bathroom, and Harry was supposed to be out on the dance floor with his mom.

Before she had a chance to peep at who now filled the seat beside her, her new companion murmured, "What's a girl like you doing sitting here all alone?"

At the sound of the voice, (Y/N)'s muscles relaxed on instinct. She knew that voice—loved that voice.

Unwilling to fight off the smile tugging at her lips, she twisted in her seat to face Harry who looked every bit the part of flirty bachelor he was trying to portray. With his chin in his palm, lopsided, smug smile on his mouth and his tongue playing with he hoop pierced through his lip, the only thing that gave him away was the affection seeping into his gaze, the kind that only simmered when unconditional love was involved.

"I'm just waiting for my boyfriend," she said, playing along with his game.

Harry hummed, his eyes tracing over her features and dropping down the curve of her neck before traveling back to match her own. "I see. I can't believe he'd leave y'here, though. Looking too pretty to not have all his attention."

Shaking her head, (Y/N) felt her cheeks heat at his words. "He gives me a lot of attention," she murmured, "He just got busy for a second."

"Yeah? He treats y'right?" The grin on Harry's lips sunk deeper as he raised a brow at her.

"He does, yeah. He takes really good care of me," she started, thinking of the way he fussed over her before the reception, helping her fix her hair and makeup from her moment in the courtyard, "He's my best friend." A beat passed. "He's really cute, too."

The dimples denting the apples of Harry's cheeks grew deeper as she spoke, his foot nudging hers under the table. "He sounds pretty special to you," he said, his lip ring bobbing with a flick of his tongue, "That probably means y'won't give me a kiss, huh? Love him too much?"

"I don't know," (Y/N) smiled, wrapping her own ankle around his as she scooted that much closer to him, "I think he might let me kiss you. You're pretty sweet."

The smugness that molded his features fell at her words, leaving behind only the genuine curl of his lips and rounded edges of his features as he gazed at her tenderly. "C'mere, baby."

"Oh, are we done playing?" (Y/N) asked, listening to his direction and inching close enough that her thigh pressed against his.

"Mhm," he hummed, stretched his free arm to lay along the back of (Y/N)'s chair, crowding around her, "Jus' us now."

Harry didn't offer a moment for her to respond before he ducked his head, and pressed a sweet kiss to the soft of her cheek, just barely grazing the corner of her mouth. Aware of the fact his family made up the crowd all around them, (Y/N) placed her hand on his chest, a quiet reminder to please be careful. His smile could be felt against her skin as he lingered, her message conveyed.

The tip of Harry's nose skimmed the height of her cheekbone as he ghosted over the planes of her face, bringing his lips to her ear before whispering, "You're m'best friend, too, (Y/N)."

If not for the audience around the room, (Y/N) would have melted into his chest, curling into his hold and falling into the daydream he was pulling her into with words alone. As much fun as she was having spending time with his mom and sister, and having fun at the first wedding she'd been to in years, this moment made her wonder how much longer they'd be here until she could be alone with him again. How much longer until she could be wrapped up in his arms and kiss him the way she wanted without prying eyes.

After pressing a single kiss to the space before her ear, a small smile on his lips, Harry slipped out of his seat. (Y/N) watched him with her mouth in a small gape, already missing his presence and the feel of his warm enveloping her.

Harry only cracked a small smile before he held his hand out, black polished nails gleaming in the romantic lighting filling the winery's banquet hall. "Why don't y'come dance with me?"

(Y/N) practically popped out of her seat like a bunny, eagerly grabbing his offered hand. Usually, it was her that was trying to convince him to dance—most of the time while she was a little tipsy after a few glasses of wine—, so this was new for her. Harry let out a breathy laugh as she nodded her head, entirely too excited to be about to dance at a family wedding. As she followed along behind him, (Y/N) tuned into the music selected by the DJ for the first time since the couple's first dance together, noticing it was another slow song, one she didn't recognize but sounded vaguely familiar. Probably from one of the many playlists Harry crafted in her dedication.

And, he wanted to dance with her to this.

Out on the floor, (Y/N) spotted Anne dancing with her brother, a beaming smile on her face as they no doubt talked about how wonderful the ceremony was and all of the details that went into the makeup of the venue. Gemma apparently had been corralled by her boyfriend after her bathroom trip, an adoring smile on his face as he gazed down at her as she spoke. The couple of the day was sequestered to the smallest corner of the floor, Serena's forehead pressing into the curve of her new husband's throat, having only left the dance floor once for food before wrapping themselves around each other and swaying to songs only they heard.

It was when Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, tugging her close with a flexing of his forearms and his fingers making soft dents into her form, that she realized she would get to join that scene—that scene filled with love and adoration.

"Hold me, angel," Harry murmured to her through his smile, making her realize in her lovestruck daze, she hadn't moved to reciprocate his hold.

"Oh, sorry," she peeped, linking her arms around his neck, the length of his curls tangled through her fingers and tickling her skin.

"'S okay, don't be sorry," he told her, ducking his head down to her ear, "But, I do want to know what y'were thinking about that got y'so distracted."

With his grip on her waist, Harry started swaying them in time with the music, the fluff of her skirt fluttering around them. (Y/N) took advantage of her looped arms to inch herself closer to him, cocooning herself in his presence as much as she could without completely clinging to him.

"Nothing," she whispered, "Just you and all. Thank you for bringing me."

"Of course, baby," he said, pressing his cheek to hers in place of planting a kiss to the skin, "No one else I'd rather have here with me. Besides, Mitch wouldn't cuddle with me tonight like I know y'will."

(Y/N) reared back, a small smile on her face as she caught his eye. "Is that what we're doing tonight at the hotel?"

Harry's mouth turned lopsided in a self-satisfied grin. His eyes traced over her features, perusing the planes of her face with tender affection. "Maybe after a few other things, but we'll see."

She should've known he would respond with something like that when she opened that avenue of conversation, but she still felt her cheeks fill with warmth as if she had no idea. Of course he would imply something like that.

But, if (Y/N) was being one hundred percent honest, she couldn't lie and say the same thing hadn't been on her mind since he joined her in the bathroom to finish getting ready this morning. With his chest full of tattoos on display and long curls sweeping over his collarbones, he was a dirty daydream—her dirty dream. The idea of disappearing back at the hotel with him, hiding under the fluffy white duvet on their bed with only him to hold her attention, made her tummy turn with the most pleasurable of butterflies.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Harry's grin widened, amusement tinting the curl. He raised his brows at her for a moment, as if she would offer some kind of explanation for a reaction he knew too well. He spared her the conversation when he pulsed his arms around her, disregarding the fact the song was changing to something uptempo, using the edge of the dance floor they had huddled into to their advantage as he kept her swaying softly.

"You're having a good time, though, baby?" he asked her, his features rounding out in genuine curiosity as he gazed at her.

(Y/N) eagerly nodded her head, a bubbly smile on her face. "Your sister is so much fun, she's been so nice talking to me all night."

"Yeah?" he smiled, his fingers on her hips pulsing in attention, "Watched you two talk for a minute before I came to bother you. Gem only gets that happy when she tells embarrassing stories about me, jus' to remind me that 'm, apparently, not as cool as I think I am."

"I still think you're cool," (Y/N) countered, though there was more than a little amusement laced through her tone. Gemma had said the exact same thing to her just before she shared a story about a primary school aged Harry that cried when he saw his sister had gotten her ears pierced and was scared she'd never be able to go swimming with him again because she'd get too filled up with water and wouldn't float now with the extra holes in her skin. Gemma teared up from how hard she was laughing recalling the way their mom had to sit Harry down and cuddle him until he understood that wasn't physically possible.

"And look at him now," she had said, waving her hand towards the dance floor where Harry was swaying with their mother, "I like to think my ear piercing adventure inspired him. Even if he can't pull it off as well as I do."

Harry knew her too well, it seemed—and his sister—when he canted his head to the side, feigning exasperation as he shook his head. "She told y'about the ear piercing story, didn't she?That one and the drug dealer one is her favorite, but she usually likes to break the ice and tell everyone how I used to be a crybaby first."

Though her interest was piqued at the mention of the 'drug dealer' story, (Y/N) allowed a small smile to curl her lips, inching just the smallest bit closer to Harry as his arms folded around her waist with his forearms cradling the small of her back. "There's nothing wrong with being a crybaby, though, right? Otherwise, this is gonna get really awkward when you realize how often it is that I cry."

(Y/N)'s joke was told through a smiling mouth though her cheeks were going warm in something closer to embarrassment than the butterflies she felt before. She knew he was joking a little, but she'd really hope he wasn't annoyed with how worked up she became over small things at times, knowing she was still the crybaby her parents scolded her for being when she was young.

Harry's features went soft and round as he gazed down at her, the sweep of his gaze taking in the planes of her face with tender care. It took him only a moment to lead her away from the rest of the guests, mimicking the bride and groom by stealing away to a shaded corner of the venue where wine crates were stacked high and decorated with the wedding's flowers, leaving a small space with less prying eyes to catch them.

"You're not a crybaby, angel, you know that. You're jus' a sensitive girl and there's nothing wrong with that, you're right." As he spoke, he gave her the full intensity of the soft moss coloring of his eyes, his gaze flicking back and forth between her eyes to ensure she knew he meant what he was saying. It was when he ducked his head, breaking that eye contact, that his voice lowered and his words wrapped around the shell of her ear and stamped over her skin like a kiss that (Y/N) almost melted if not for the support of his hold. "Nothing wrong with it, especially when 'm here to take care of you, right?"

There was something about hearing him express how willing he was to take care of her; how even if she was a sensitive girl, a little messy around the house when she spent the night (she had an awful habit of leaving cabinet doors open after picking out what she needed from inside), and prone to falling asleep in the middle of movies with him after vowing to watch until the end, that he was going to be there to cradle her and take care of her no matter her problem. She was no stranger to becoming a bit clingy and dreamy when he spoke like that, but there was something especially heart-breaking about hearing the sentiment right then, stolen away at a wedding that hadn't stopped making her heart bloat from how romantic the occasion had been since they set foot in the venue, that made it that much more urgent for her to be with him.

Though she was still aware of the guests around them, not too far from the dance floor to be completely unseen, (Y/N) couldn't help herself before she stretched onto her tiptoes using the leverage of her arms around his neck, and draped herself over Harry's from. The length of her body was pressed against every inch of his, the steady beat of his heart and movement of his chest as he breathed made (Y/N) all that much more emotional as she buried her face in his neck. Hearing the most basic of human functions—the pattering of his pulse, the gentle exhale of his breathing, the feel of his muscles contracting as he held her—made her so aware of the fact that he was a real person who had his own thoughts, feelings, and daily adventures that she might never know about, but he had chosen to love her in the midst of it all. He had chosen to tuck her into his chest and sweep his lips up the column of her throat and hold her because there was nothing else he'd rather do.

"You'll always be here, right?" (Y/N) murmured, her voice a secret whispered into his ear.

Harry's arms around her waist pulsed, bringing her middle flush against his own as if he still wasn't as close to her as he yearned to be. She knew that feeling well.

"Of course 'm going to be there, angel—always going to be wherever y'are, as long as y'want me." His words felt like a kiss though she barely felt the full of his lips brushing against the curve of her neck, his lip ring giving nothing more than a chilly graze against her skin that urged her to seek out more of his warmth.

"I'll always want you, Harry," she cemented, hoping he understood just how deeply she meant that. She would always, always, always want him; not a single day went by where she didn't crave to at least hear from him, and she couldn't see her future going any other way. "I can take care of you, too, right?"

The ghost of his smile could be felt against her neck, his hold on her tightening almost enough to lift her feet from the ground even with the heels strapped around her ankles. There was something earnest in his tone as he spoke, like he couldn't settle on exactly how to speak this without his heart bursting, "Y'take care of me everyday, angel, and y'don't even know it."

Behind the wine crates with the sound of wedding guests chattering on only feet away, (Y/N) indulged herself in Harry's hold a moment longer. Even with just barely enough breathing room between them, the feel of his body pressed into hers and his face buried in the crook of her neck, it wasn't enough.

She wished she was someone else who wouldn't feel guilty about leaving the reception before the newlyweds, so she could convince Harry to take her back to the hotel and let her be closer to him. Though she physically felt warm—hot, even—in his hold, something was lacking enough to cause a dot of chill to inch its way up the base of her spine, the kind that she knew would be cured under the sheets of their borrowed bed with the brunt of Harry's body pressing into her and sinking her into the mattress.

"Y'alright, love?" Harry mumbled, pulling away just enough to match his eyes to hers.

"Mhm," she hummed, a half-truth, as she bit at the full of her bottom lip, "Do you know when you'll be ready to leave?"

A lopsided smile fixed itself to Harry's features. He knew.

"Soon, baby. Really soon."

—————

A tattooed arm slipped around (Y/N)'s waist from behind in record time as she stumbled over the threshold to their hotel room. The toe of her heel had caught on the lip of the doorframe, pitching her forward with a gasp before Harry came to the rescue.

"Careful, baby," Harry laughed, his amusement felt against the back of her neck as he closed and locked the door behind them, "There's no need to rush."

But, there was.

The rest of the reception had gone by in excruciating detail, from (Y/N)'s perspective. It had been another hour since they had cuddled behind those wine crates before the happy couple had been sent off with well wishes for their honeymoon and the rest of their lives they were setting off on, before Harry had asked her if she was ready to go. As much fun as she had during the cake cutting and talking to his mom and sister some more in between meeting other relatives, (Y/N) had been itching to get back to the hotel room with Harry in tow.

"Sorry," she murmured, making a conscious effort to slow her hurried steps and settle her restless limbs.

A soft kiss was pressed to the curve of her throat before the curl of his smile could be felt against her skin. His hand moved to settle on the small of her back, urging her into the suite. "Don't need to be sorry, love. Jus' be careful, yeah?"

Giving only a soft nod, (Y/N) made paced steps towards their bed, peeping over her shoulder only once to see if Harry was following. When he caught her looking, a heat filled her cheeks as she almost tripped over herself to get to their bags propped at the end of the bed, the luggage taking her attention as she heard a breathy laugh from behind her.

"Going to the bathroom?" Harry asked, coming to sit on the edge of the white fluffed bed. He rested his ankle on his knee as he began unlacing his shoes though his eyes remained on her.

Looking down in her hands at the pajama set she had absently dug out of the luggage, (Y/N) gave him a stilted nod. Apparently, she was going to go get changed in the bathroom.

After pulling out a bag of toiletries, (Y/N) toed off her heels before disappearing in the bathroom. With the door shut behind her, the air felt still now that she was alone. Seeing her things splayed out on the counter—oversized pajamas, her new birth control she started herself on two weeks ago, and clean makeup wipes—, she knew she didn't want to go to bed. Her mind had been whirling a little too fast for a little too long to go to sleep now, especially when she had been struggling to get some alone time with Harry since their moment between the wine crates. She couldn't waste it by sleeping.

Thinking about that moment at the reception, made (Y/N)'s stomach turn in the way it only did when she craved a good cuddle from Harry. That need to be close to him returned at full force, fueled by the knowledge that they were finally alone and had nothing to stop her from filling that void that needed him.

Reaching to her back, she unzipped her dress before pushing the straps from the slopes of her shoulders, the pink chiffon creating a puddle at her bare feet. Looking in the mirror, she was left in her full face of makeup and the white cotton thong and matching bralette she'd worn under her dress, the clean hue complimented by tiny pink rosettes stitched to the very middle of the garments. As she reached for the packet of makeup wipes on the counter, (Y/N)'s eyes grazed over the baby blue case that held her birth control.

This was still a very new development for her, finally having the guts to request something like this from her doctor. While she knew, especially for women her age, that this medication wasn't anything out of the norm, she swore her cheeks almost melted off her face when she had looked Dr. Claire in the eyes and requested the contraception. Just two days later, her first three months were delivered to her apartment and she'd been adjusting since.

As far as anyone knew, she opted to start on it to help regulate her periods and especially the cramps that came along with them, but she knew in the flustered corner of her mind, that she really requested it with Harry in mind.

They were always, always, always careful—even in the heat of the moment, morning quickies or flights of passion in the middle of the night, Harry always slipped a rubber on before slipping inside her—, so that was not her concern. What had really inspired the idea of possibly starting the medication, was an overheard conversation in class where one of her classmates had shared a story with her friend about her boyfriend's weekend visit and the dormroom antics they got up to. Just hearing that story had made her skin heat, embarrassed to be eavesdropping, but once the idea was in her head of "going bare" with Harry, it wasn't something that was easily evicted.

Tonight especially, that thought hadn't left her mind for very long.

Standing in the bathroom, with only the soft of her undergarments decorating her form and the blue birth control packet laid on the counter, she acknowledged the pit in her stomach that had taken root over an hour earlier when they had been tucked away in the corner of the winery. That need to be close to him hadn't quelled even a fraction in the time she had resorted to holding only his hand through the remainder of the reception.

And, how much closer could you get than having him inside her without even the thinnest layer of rubber separating them?

Even just the idea of feeling every part of Harry against her—inside her—made her muscles relax just the smallest bit. She trusted him with her whole heart and loved him in the same measure, so why couldn't they take that barrier away? Even if only just for tonight?

It was with that, that (Y/N) double checked the time on her phone before taking the pill labeled for Saturday in her current row. Her skincare routine followed in a daze, the washing of her face being the last detail she truly recalled before muscle memory took over and she was left to analyze how she'd bring up her idea for the night to Harry.

With her skin clean and moisturized, (Y/N) scooped up the puddle of her dress from the floor, balling the fabric in front of her tummy before taking a deep breath. She slipped back into the hotel suite on quiet feet, finding Harry still sat on the edge of the mattress with his shoes kicked off to the side and his suit jacket laid over the shell top of the luggage. Looking up from his phone, his brows raised over his kohl-lined eyes when he caught sight of her dressed in the bare minimum, toes curling into the plush carpet underneath.

"Those don't look like the pajamas y'packed," Harry teased, discarding his phone to sit on the nightstand before reclining back on the bed, hands buried in the bedding as they propped him up. His eyes appraised her form with careful accuracy as she felt them trace over the curves of her hips and dip of her waist. He looked much too smug when his gaze stopped on the rosette stitched on the tiny centimeter of banding that connected the cups of her bralette.

She hesitated to drop the bundle of her dress from her hands, appreciating the distraction it offered as she twisted the fabric between her fingers. She felt her eyes round out, features softening as she chanced a look down to his barely covered chest, the full of his butterfly tattoo on display through the billows of fabric. With a dry mouth, she shrugged only a single shoulder. "You said we might cuddle and do other stuff tonight, though, right?"

"I did say that, didn't I?" He spoke lazily, his smile matching with his lip ring bobbing in the low light of the lamp. "That what y'wanted to do tonight? Cuddle?"

(Y/N) knew what he was doing, knew what he was trying to pull from her, as he looked at her with a tick in his brow and a teasing flicker in his pupils. She swallowed, matching his intense gaze with her own shy version as she tried to pick out the green of his iris in the low light, "And maybe some of the other stuff. If you still wanted, anyway."

A grin broke out on his face as her words. Sitting up straight from his reclined position, Harry opened his arms up to her, tattooed fingers stretching out towards her. "Of course, I want you, angel. Now, come here. Can't cuddle with y'so far away, can we?"

The dress she had agonized over for weeks was now forgotten as (Y/N) dropped it to the floor, eager to curl into Harry's chest and feel him all over her again. The first touch she felt when she drew close enough was the brush of his fingertips over her waist, goosebumps layering over her skin at the feel before his palm wrapped around the dip of her curves, his heavy rings pressing into her skin. He helped her climb onto his lap, her chest pressed against his as he wrapped his arms around her middle with his forearms sliding around the small of her back in a cradle. Her thighs straddled his hips as she settled on his lap, just barely at eye level with him.

Only a quiet beckon of C'mere, lovebug, floated between them before Harry ducked his head and pressed his lips to hers. Tipping her head just right, (Y/N) allowed him to slot their lips together, the bud of her bottom lip between his two. The tip of his nose grazed over the side of hers as he anchored one of his hands on the back of her head, fingers slipping through the strands in soothing grazes. (Y/N)'s own hands laid flat on the broad of Harry's shoulders, her fingers making careful dents in the muscles as she clung to him.

A sigh of her name was exhaled over her lips before Harry snuck his tongue out, running along the plush of her lips. Her heart stuttered behind her ribcage at the feel of his affection, feeling herself melt into him, eager to give him all of herself. Using the grip on his shoulders, she shuffled over his lap, bringing herself close enough that her front was flush with his, each block of muscle exposed by the barely buttoned status of his shirt. He was warm against her bare skin, but she still felt a shiver go down her spine when she felt the lump settled between his thighs, just under her core.

"H-Harry," she murmured, drawing away from his lips just far enough to breathe the call over his skin.

The slight curl of his lips was felt against her own as he smeared his mouth against hers in a sealing kiss. "Yeah, baby? Feel that?"

Her eyelids felt welded shut as he used his arm around her waist to drag her heavily over his cock, unable to handle seeing him when she felt so much in the moment. Overwhelmed already, she tucked her face into his shoulder, his hair curtaining around her face as she inhaled the scent clinging to his skin. She wasn't even aware of what she was saying before she whimpered into his neck, "I-I want it."

Harry dropped his head into her shoulder at her words, mimicking the way she cuddled into him as a choked moan rumbled through his chest. The plush of his lips was smeared in honey-sweet sticky kisses against her skin. "I know y'do, baby. Wanna show me how much y'want it? Gotta earn it before I can let y'have it."

Whenever he requested things like this, it made her skin heat and her heart beat hard enough to hear the rushing through the shell of her ears.

Her less than steady hands that were anchored on his shoulders slid along his form, dipping into the length of his hair. Her fingers wrapped through his curls as she drew away from the home she made against his shoulder, hoping he would follow suit and she could see his face again. Her breathing hitched when she got her wish, and the green eyes she had been expecting were replaced with dilated pupils with a flush coloring his cheeks and lips shining with the spit-slicked kissed he had dragged over her skin. In the dark of the hotel room, his eyeliner seemed especially shadowy around his eyes, his tattoos seemed freshly inked onto his skin, his curls a shade darker than the gentle brown she was accustom to.

Feeling the bar of his arm stretched around her back and the press of his chest against her own as he pulled in a deep breath, (Y/N)'s heart jumped at the reminder of the parts of him she couldn't see right then. It wasn't until Harry raised a dark brow at her that she realized just how long she must been staring at him,

"Gonna show me, angel? Or are y'gonna keep staring at daddy with those hearts in your eyes?"

Her breathing stopped for a beat at the sound of his title falling from his raspberry lips. She'd never get over the sound of his voice—especially when it was deep and rumbling like this—wrapping around the word, urging her to fall deeper into her role for him.

"Will you help me, daddy?" she pleaded, breathless.

An affection-soaked smile stretched over Harry's lips at her request, a pair of dimples bracketing the curve. Dipping his head down, he nuzzled his nose against hers in a puppy's kiss. "Yeah, I can help you, angel."

She all but melted into his hold at the feel of his crooned words fanning over her skin. A quiet thank you, daddy, was murmured into his neck as (Y/N) did her part and shuffled on his lap as close to his chest as she could get. She braced her knees on either side of Harry's hips, readying herself when she felt the first push of his arm around the small of her back, dragging her over the tent that had formed between his legs.

A breathless moan fell from her lips as she keened into the touch, a delicate shiver running up her spine. The bulge of his cock pressed deeply against the growing wet spot on the front of her panties. She followed the template of his pulling, moving her body to match the pacing he had set. Her breathing came in pants, her chest heaving as her back arched. Each drag of her hips brought her close to his chest, where her breasts were pushed against him, her peaking nipples straining against her cotton bralette as they grazed his skin. Her fingers untangled from his curls, only to drop behind his neck where her fingers laced together, giving her a better drip to rock her hips over his cock. As much as she wanted to keep watching him, she couldn't help herself before her face dropped to the warmth of his shoulder and her eyes fluttered closed. It was too much for her—the scratch of his clothing against her bare skin, the push of his cock against her clit, the strength of his arm braced around her back, even his smell, was overwhelming—but not enough at the same time. She needed more from him. She wanted to sink on his cock for real, she just needed to earn it first, like he said.

(Y/N) tried her best to keep track of her surroundings as she rocked her hips over his, but the shifting of his hold on her came as a surprise. Harry's palms wrapped around the curve of her waist as she lost herself in the movements of her hips, the heft of his rings making dents in the soft give of her skin. The chill of the pieces was enough to add a bite of clarity to the moment, reminding her what exactly she had planned for the night. Just the thought of having him bare inside her—finishing inside her—elicited a loud moan to fall from her lips.

"'M right here, baby, 's okay," he crooned to her, responding to the title she had called out to, "Doing so good, not even helping y'anymore. Doing so good all by yourself."

In the muddled mess that was her brain, (Y/N) hadn't even noticed that Harry had adjusted his grip in the first place because he was no longer aiding in the grinding and dragging of her hips, (Y/N) doing it all on her own with an erratic rhythm that really only seemed to please herself. Slowing down, she pulled away from the burrowed home she made against Harry's shoulder and dropped her gaze to their laps.

Her underwear had gone askew, the rocking of her hips having stretched the material tightly against her core. The flimsy barrier of her panties did nothing to protect his pants as she spotted a damp patch on the material that was unmistakably from her.

A beat passed before Harry pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, pulling her face up to match his gaze. A self-satisfied smile curled his lips, the lopsided curve being something of his signature. "Like seeing your mess, angel? Y'did that all by yourself."

A heat bubbled behind her cheeks at his words. "I didn't mean to make a mess, I-I'm sor—"

Before she could get the rest of her sentence out, Harry took advantage of the hold he had on her chin and smeared his lips against hers in a silencing kiss. (Y/N) forgot about her flustered embarrassment in a second as soon as he kissed her, which she was sure was his intention.

"Don't say you're sorry, love, don't need to be. I like the little mess y'left on me," he crooned against her lips, the full of his own brushing against her pout.

(Y/N) couldn't even catch her breath before he was kissing her again, parting her mouth with his own and slipping his tongue inside. Harry swallowed the moan that fell from her mouth, his tongue sweeping through and tasting every bit of the sweetened sparkling juice she sipped at the reception and the honeyed lust that was building inside her. The hand he had stationed on her chin slid across her cheek and through the baby hairs bordering her hairline, until his fingers threaded through the strands. He cradled the back of her head as he tilted his own, deepening the kiss. The hand on the back of her head anchored her to the moment as she fought to find her breath through the haze of HarryHarryHarry in her head and the distraction of his kiss. It wasn't until he drew away from her mouth, dragging his lips across her cheek and down to the line of her jaw, that she even attempted to bring in a balancing breath.

Nonetheless, her breathing came in pants as she fixed her hands through his hair, the curls tangling through her fingers as she keened into him. Harry kissed down her neck, not even lifting his mouth from her skin before planting another kiss on the curve of her throat. She couldn't help herself before dragging her hips and grinding down on his cock again as he gave a clarifying nip of his teeth over her pulse, soothing the bite with a sweep of his tongue.

"D-Daddy, I—," she whined, her voice sounding as breathless as she felt.

His smile could be felt against her skin as he kissed down her chest, a drag of his tongue over the shelf of her collarbone before stopping just along the swell of her breast. "I can feel your heart, baby," he murmured against her skin, the curve of his lips pressing int the soft skin, "What's got it beating so fast, hm?"

In her right mind, (Y/N) knew she would feel at least a tint of bashfulness at his teasing, but in that moment, it seemed to only spur her on. The slight mocking tilt to his tone made her thighs clench around his hips and her tummy jump despite the warmth being pressed into her from all sides.

"Y-You," she whined, "You're making me—"

(Y/N) cut herself off when her train off thought went off it's tracks, leaving her to sink into Harry further as he bit into the curve of her breast and began nudging the delicate strap off her shoulder. How was she supposed to think, let alone talk when he did things like that?

"'M making y'what, angel?" he teased, his tone deep and dipped in gravel as it rumbled through his chest, "Am I making y'wet? Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

With the strap of her bralette halfway down her shoulder, (Y/N) felt Harry nudge the flimsy cup out of the way with the tip of his nose as he skimmed it over her skin, his warm breath fanning over the newly exposed skin. The stubble that prickled his chin grazed (Y/N)'s breast as he laid kisses down her chest until he took her nipple between his lips. A lick of his tongue was delivered to the bud, making (Y/N)'s breathing tight as she imagined that same feeling between her legs.

"I—I need you," she choked out, the tightness in her lungs making it hard for anything more to come out.

The hand he had planted on her waist shifted over her side as he drew away from her chest, his palm coming to a stop at her ribs with his thumb driving up underneath the band of her bra and tracing over the curve of her breast. His lips were slick as she finally got a good look at him since they started kissing, pupils dark and wide across his iris. Even his cheeks held a ruddy flush as he traced his gaze over her features and allowed his kiss-swollen lips to stretch into a smug smile.

"So, you're m'needy girl tonight? Is that what you're telling me?"

(Y/N) couldn't do anything more than nod at him with her mouth set in a small gape.

His smile turned lopsided but didn't lose any bit of the self-assuredness he had coloring the curve. Even the dimple denting his cheek seemed more smug that sweet in that moment. He gave her one more kiss through his smile before he dropped his hands to her waist and gripped at the curve of her body.

Drawing her away from his body, Harry deposited her onto the mattress behind him, laying her along the bed with her head cushioned by the fluffed hotel pillows. "Wait right here for me, angel. Daddy needs to get ready for you," he croons to her, affection seeping into the lustful gaze he had plastered over her form.

With her eyes stuck to Harry's form, (Y/N) sunk into the white duvet stretched over the mattress. The broad of his shoulders stole her attention as she absently readjusted her bralette, covering herself against the chill in the hotel room, though she could argue she might as well have been running a fever as she watched him.

Harry stood with his back to her, only glimpses of his hands visible as he tugged off his rings and laid them out on the bedside table, the metal and gems glinting in the lamplight. Her thighs clenched at the implications of his now bare fingers, now knowing that he planned on spending a good amount of time with his hand between her thighs for the night. She watched as she continued undressing, shedding his silken button down with the material dropping to the floor. The full of his back was left on display, tattoos decorating the tanned skin with designs that only someone like Harry could have imagined and dreamt up. Only his black trousers were left on his body, the fabric stretched across his thighs.

She knew she had been caught staring, thighs crossed over one another, when she noticed the smirk on Harry's lips as he looked over his shoulder. He didn't waste any time before he was climbing onto the bed, prowling towards her.

"You're like a dream lying here for me, angel, you know that? Perfect, little, wet dream," he murmured, his eyes never straying from hers as he crawled over the overpassed hotel mattress.

"Y-You're my dream, too," she countered, voice breathless and nowhere near as confident as his, but still definitely sharing the truth.

He hummed at her words, sounding all too smug from the rumbling sound alone. The lopsided tilt of his smile could have been felt against her heated skin from the way it made her heart skip a beat as he spoke, "And what am I like in your little dreams, angel?"

(Y/N)'s eyes fluttered shut as he closed the distance between them finally, the echo of his rumbled voice sounding through her ears just as he pressed his forehead to her temple when he settled into the mattress beside her. Next to her, he was on his side as he sunk into the bedding, bare chest pressed against her arm with his elbow propping him up under him. Instinctively, she pulled her arm out from between them, allowing his heat to radiate directly into her side as she reached her hand up to play with the ends of his curls. His free hand settled on the soft skin of her tummy, warm fingers petting at the gentle curve of her body. With his touch on her middle and his heat warming her side, (Y/N) could barely concentrate enough to even remember his question, let alone answer it.

"Hm, angel? Ignoring me now?" he teased, dropping a kiss to her cheek through his smile.

"No, no, never," she stuttered, carefully shaking her head, "I"—she swallowed around her suddenly clumsy tongue—"W-What was the question?"

The exhaled laugh Harry let out through his nose fanned over her flushed skin, the tip of his nose skimming her cheekbone as his hand on her tummy moved lower down her body, squeezing her hip. "You're so cute, angel. S'fucking cute," he laughed, the full of his lips brushing her skin, "I asked what I do in the dreams y'supposedly have about me."

"Oh," she breathed, trying her best to stay focused despite the fingers toying with the waist her cotton panties, "In-In my dreams, you always t-take care of me."

"How?" he demanded, barely a second passing after her answer.

The gentle scrape of his thumbnail was dragged over her hipbone as Harry tucked it underneath the fabric of her underwear, her tummy jumping at the faint line he was drawing as he grazed his hand across the expanse.

"You kiss me," she started, stopping herself when she felt Harry crane his neck and press his lips to the corner of her mouth, his nose nudging hers when she didn't continue.

"Keep going. 'M listening, baby."

"You—um—You touch me where I like," she whispered, breathless.

With his thumb still tucked into her panties and the rest of his hand resting on the low of her stomach, Harry firmed his grazing and made a point to circle his thumb at the top of her core.

"Y'like this?"

The nod of her head came in frantic jerks, the mess of her hair growing wilder against pillow cushioning her head. "I do, I do."

"Where else do y'like to be touched, angel? Where else do I take care of you?"

(Y/N) turned her head with the intention of matching her lips to his as she reached for the tattooed arm that was stretched over her body. "You know where, daddy," she whined, her eyes still shuttered closed as she tilted her head to press her lips to his.

When she didn't make contact with his mouth, (Y/N) couldn't help the pout that molded over her features. She blinked her eyes open only to find Harry looking at her with a raised brow, fighting off an all-too-satisfied smile from curling his lips.

"Does daddy know, baby?" he teased her, tipping his head to ensure his mouth would be just out of reach if she tried to kiss him again, "Y'sure y'don't want to tell him? Because, I'll give it to you as soon as y'do. 'S that easy, love."

She knew what he was trying to do: get her flustered and hopefully pull a vulgarity to fall from her lips. And he was definitely achieving the former.

"Daddy," she mouthed, her voice low enough it was barely a whispered coo, "Please."

He stopped trying to fight off the lopsided curve that threaten to soften his features. "Y'don't want to tell me, lovebug?"

Catching her bottom lip between the blunt of her teeth, (Y/N) felt her eyes round out as she gazed up at him. "Its hard," she peeped.

That was enough to cause his lopsided smile to turn into a full-sized grin. "Is it?" he prodded, canting his head, affection swimming in his gaze thought condescension reigned in his tone as he flexed his fingers against the soft of her tummy, "You're just the sweetest little thing, aren't you?"

Suddenly, with his soft words, she felt bashful under his gaze. It was a bit silly, she knew that, with the way he'd been talking to her the second she came out of the bathroom in her underwear not even causing her to bat an eyelash. It wasn't until he told her something tender with honesty in his eyes that made her feel a different set of butterflies in her stomach and her head to fill with cotton-candy sweet clouds.

"Oh, baby," he murmured, finally ducking his head and indulging her in the kiss she'd been searching for. Despite their half-naked states, the kiss was nothing but innocent, kiss-swollen lips matching together in a gentle press. "Why don't y'show me instead, if y'can't tell me, hm?" he offered, close enough that the full of his lips brushed against hers.

(Y/N) nodded at this new route, nose subsequently nudging into his in a puppy's kiss. The smile that bloomed on his features was almost reward enough if she hadn't already known the other option he was offering.

"Then, show me, baby."

Uncurling her free hand from the comforter she had wrapped between her fingers while the other still indulged in the sweeping ringlets of his hair, she tentatively grabbed for the arm he had across her middle, palms still halfway down her panties. Her fingers looped around his tattooed wrist, both of their gazes following along, before she pushed his hand further down. More and more of the ink embedded in his skin disappeared as she felt his fingers slip over her core. The length of his fingers grazed over the top of her slit, pushing her soaked underwear out of the way in favor of clinging to her himself.

A shiver ran up her spine at the first brush, back just barely arching off the mattress. From the corner of her eye, she saw Harry's jaw tick around the smile he was biting back as he watched his hand sink under her panties.

"That where y'wanted me, love? I take care of your little pussy in your dreams?" His voice was like honey spiced with rum as it poured over her: intoxicating and heavenly sweet.

"Mhm," she keened, nodding her head without much thought going into the motion, "You make me feel so good, daddy."

Harry didn't need her pushing anymore, moving on his own accord as her own grip seemed to be for nothing other than her own comfort of holding him. Stuffing his hand down her panties, his fingers curled over her core. His palm was cupped over her clit with just enough pressure to make her thighs clench, the tips of his fingers extending over her slit before curling and splitting her slick lips open.

"I can tell," he mused, something bordering on cockiness tinting his tone, "You're so wet, baby."

She struggled to thread together any kind of response; her mouth was too dry, head too high in the clouds, and tongue too clumsy to make anything make sense. The only word that she could compute was what left her lips: "Y-You."

"Me?" he teased, his hand moving in tandem with his words, his palm smearing over her clit in the first true form of pleasure she'd been granted since leaving his lap. "Are y'saying this is because of me?"

"Uh-huh," she moaned, fingertips denting the tattooed skin of his forearm.

Barely a beat passed, (Y/N) having enough time to catch her breath, before Harry pulled her in for another kiss. He drew her mouth open with his own, deepening the contact as he dipped his tongue between her lips. The tip of his nose skimmed over her cheek as he tipped his head, tongue brushing over hers in a slick pass while his fingers emulated the movement between her legs.

"M'baby," he murmured almost too quiet for her to hear over her ragged breath, "M'angel. All for me."

The waist of her panties was tight over her hips as the cotton stretched to accommodate his hand, seemingly another possessive act to match the words he spoke into her kiss. He kept his palm firm over her clit, this skin calloused from years of tattooing now covered in her slick, while his fingertips circled her entrance in teasing runs. If she had any bit of her mind clear enough to comprehend, she might have noticed the shapes he was tracing with his fingers—letters spelling out his name on her pussy.

Her hand abandoned station in his hair in favor of cradling his cheek, fingers dipping into the baby curls that bordered his hairline. "Kiss?" she asked, voice small as she tried to clear her mind enough to speak.

Harry didn't waste a moment before he was giving into her, sealing his lips to hers in the kisses she craved. The teasing of his fingers over her entrance made (Y/N) feel dizzy thinking about what she was going to ask him to do once she worked up the courage, with his kiss being the only thing to anchor her in the moment.

"Where else do you need me, baby?" he asked, the words fanning over her skin like warm honey, "Or do y'want me to stop here?"

Flexing his hand, he showed her what he meant. His palm was heavy over her clit, gentle passes getting her worked up while he kept her warm, with his fingers just a breath away from pushing into her pussy. She bucked her hips into the contact, her body giving away her answer before she could put one together with her mouth.

"Do-Don't stop, no," she rushed, pulling her thighs shut as if trying to trap his hand between them.

Hooking his ankle around her own, Harry worked to pry her thighs open again until he had her leg pinned down under his. Though her eyes were still closed, she could only imagine the amusement decorating his face as her desperate actions. He always loved when she got a little carried away like that.

"I need y'to do something for me then, baby," he mumbled, drawing away after smearing his lips over the corner of her mouth in a gentle kiss.

(Y/N) fluttered her eyes open only when she felt his hand retreating from between her legs, suddenly feeling cold without him there. "H—Why—"

Harry shushed her as she tried to squeak out her protests, shaking his head as he dragged his slick hand over the soft of her tummy. "Told you I wanted y'to do something for me if y'wanted me to keep going, right?"

She nodded.

"This is what I need y'to do," he started, the weight of his hand now transforming into his fingertips tracing between her breasts, the rosette on her bralette being jostled. He settled his hand on her cheek, thumb resting on her chin before creeping up to the full of her bottom lip, "Is this okay?"

Again, she nodded. She wasn't quite sure what this was, but she couldn't imagine herself saying no to Harry when he looked at like her that.

The ink of his pupils dropped to the thumb on her lip as he crept it towards the middle of the pillow, wiggling the tip between the two. He stopped there, just the very tip of his black varnished thumb resting in the heat of her mouth, gaze drawing back up to match hers. A beat passed, (Y/N) feeling as if he was cataloguing her reaction, before he pressed further, his thumb dipping deeper into her mouth.

(Y/N) tentatively peeked out her tongue, touching at his finger for only a moment before he shifted gears and began pressing downward, opening her jaw. Following the pattern, he flitted his gaze back up to match hers, watching her for any shifts in demeanor as he parted her mouth.

"Still alright?" he prodded once she was opened to his liking, her tongue on display with her kiss-swollen lips in a gape. He was granted a nod in response, eyes never strayed form darting between his own. "Tell me if y'want me to stop, yeah? And if y'can't say it, jus' tap m'arm a few times and I'll let go, baby. Understand?"

His hand on her cheek moved with her as she nodded her head, feeling transfixed as he alluded to whatever it what he was planning on doing with her tonight. Seemingly satisfied with her response, Harry dragged his hand over her cheek, fingertips tracing to the corner of her mouth. The two fingers she had felt prodding at her opening paired up and came to rest on her bottom lip just as his thumb had done only moments before. (Y/N) felt her eyes round out and her breathing hitch when she realized what he was doing.

Cautiously, waiting for a sign of protest (Y/N) knew wasn't coming, Harry slipped his fingers into her mouth. From the way the look in his eyes shifted, (Y/N) almost wished she could see the way his tattooed fingers disappeared in her mouth, but the second they touched her tongue, she realized she was in the much better position. The pads of his fingers pressed into the flat of her tongue, sweeping across the same way his own tongue had done as he kissed her all night.

Instinctively, (Y/N) closed her lips around his fingers, gently beginning to suck on the digits the same way she would when he had her on her knees for him. The faintest taste of what was soaking her panties was spread over her tastebuds as she laved her tongue over his fingers. While the idea of tasting herself had never quite appealed to her, there was something about the way it was being fed to her on Harry's fingers that made her thighs clench and her tummy jump. Her hand that had been clinging to his wrist since he dipped between her thighs tightened, keeping him just where he was as she found herself sinking into the motions of sucking his fingers between her lips and tilting and tipping her head as she went.

Through hooded eyes, (Y/N) caught Harry gazing at her with the same intensity roasting behind the green of his irises that he held when it was his cock in her mouth instead. His eyeliner was barely hanging on, his lower lash line now being smudged with the kohl under the heat of the moment. She liked it when he looked at her like that.

Fluttering her eyes closed, (Y/N) took advantage of the grip she had on his arm and tugged his wrist. The short motion pulled his fingers deeper into her mouth, just barely reaching towards the back of her throat before she regulated herself and took him down as far as she could, bobbing her head in short strokes. Her breath was coming out heavy through her nose, her thighs tensing and untensing though she couldn't bring them together as Harry still had his own leg thrown over hers to keep her spread.

"Y'like this, baby?" Harry crooned, his tone tinted with pride though she knew there would still be a bit of wonder in his gaze if she opened her eyes. With her mouth full, she could only nod to him. "I should've known, baby," he continued, dipping his head down and smearing his lips over her suctioned cheek, "Y'love sucking m'cock so much, of course you'd love m'fingers in your pretty mouth."

She whined around his fingers, humming a confirmation as best she could with her muffled voice. She sucked harder, traced her tongue over his fingers longer, did more to show that he was right: she did love this. She loved doing this for him, the feeling of him in her mouth in any way she could have him being as much for her as it was a service to him.

"You're an angel, baby, you know that?" he praised her, "Such a sweet girl taking care of her daddy like this." Shifting on the bed beside her, the ridge of his cock brushed against her hip, showing her just how well she was taking care of him. "Y'like this even more than I thought, don't you? Can feel y'trying to press your pussy into m'leg."

Though the rumbling of his voice was typically enough to float her higher into the clouds, a pick of clarity pinged in her head at the words that fell from his mouth. It was then she realized just how restless the rest of her body had become despite the sedated state of her mind as she sucked on his fingers, hips bucking and grinding as close to the heavy leg on her thigh as she could.

Another mouth-stuffed whine was all she could manage in response.

A soft breath of laughter was smushed into her cheek from Harry at her answer. "C'mere then, baby. Face me, I've got an idea."

At the first command, she was already shifting her positioning, doing her best to keep her grip on his wrist and his fingers on her tongue. She finished as she laid on her side to face him, his thigh now tucked between her two and Harry relieving the elbow he had been crutched on since getting into bed with her. His now free arm was turned into a cushion for her head, bicep her pillow with the back of her head fit into the crook of his elbow. His chest was warm and solid pressed into hers, the soft of her breasts flush against the muscles hidden under tattoos.

As she distractedly sucked at his fingers, Harry brushed his thigh upwards to her pussy. The thick of the muscle pressed into her clit and gave a shock to run up her spine. Her mouth fell open as a moan filtered around his fingers, her body sinking into the mattress.

Shifting his arm under her head, Harry splayed his hand over her back pads of his fingers denting the soft skin as he pushed. "C'mon, angel, keep going like y'were. Got y'what y'wanted, can't stop now."

Taking advantage of the help he was offering with the steadying hand on her back, she rocked into him, dragging her hips long and slow over his thigh. (Y/N) moaned around his fingers as she did so, finally indulging the ache between her thighs.

"There we go, angel," Harry encouraged in a soft coo, his palm spanning between her shoulder blades starting a sweeping motion along her spine, comforting her through, "Doing s'good, all by yourself. Taking care of me and that little pussy, huh?"

It was then that Harry took control as she absently sucked on his fingers. Her head was somewhere else—too filled with how it felt to grind on thigh than to concentrate—, leaving Harry enough room to begin petting his fingers over her tongue and meeting the strokes of her mouth, going deep enough to graze the back of her throat. Her breath hitched as he took over, her core squeezing as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her mouth in gentle passes as if it were his cock stuffed between her lips. The soft insides of her thighs grew wetter as the feel of him fucking into her face with his fingers, the fabric of his trousers undoubtedly drenched along with her.

"Should've been doing this a long time ago, don't y'think?" Harry mused, pressing his lips into a kiss on her forehead, "Could've had m'cock in your pussy and fingers in your mouth, taking it all for me. Would y'have liked that, angel?"

Harry barely finished speaking before a loud moan sounded from her, a nod of her head against his bicep following the whine. (Y/N) almost had it in her to be embarrassed at the way she was reacting to his words, but the second she felt his fingertips touch at the back of her throat before slipping away and his knee press into her clit before she was dragged over his thigh, she decided there were bigger things to worry about.

Especially the hardened ridge she felt against her thigh with every drag of her hips towards him.

Using what remained of her grip on his wrist, (Y/N) reluctantly pulled Harry's fingers from her mouth. They were spit slicked as they fell over her bottom lip and down her chin before (Y/N) bundled his hand against her chest and sweetly cuddled into him despite the less-than-innocent thoughts tainting her head.

"H-Harry, I—" she swallowed, the motion of her hips settling into a short roll over his leg every other beat, "I need you, daddy."

"Y'have me, love," he crooned, dipping his head to plant another tender kiss to her forehead, "What do y'need from me?"

"I want you here." She was breathless as she tried to explain, rolling her hips in a slow stroke over his thigh to show exactly where here was.

"Need me in your pussy, baby?" he murmured, voice falling deeper as it mixed in with the messy strands of hair crowning her head.

"Please, daddy."

He moaned into her hair, the sound low and deep. "Want m'fingers again, or are y'ready for more?"

(Y/N) didn't waste a second thinking over her options before she was answering, "More, more, please."

The hand he had splayed on her back flexed one more time before he began dragging himself away from her form. "Wait right here for me, yeah? Need to grab our stuff."

(Y/N) absently nodded as she watched Harry swing his legs over the side of the bed and begin working on the fastenings of his trousers. He let the fly hang open as he approached their suitcase, rifling through one of the compartments before reemerging with a golden foil packet she was all too familiar with and had no want to see tonight. Harry had no clue as he tossed the foil to the bedside table and resumed his undressing, his pants becoming nothing more than a black puddle on the hotel room floor. She couldn't drop her eyes from his hands as the black painted nails and tattooed fingers dipped underneath the waistband of his white boxers, dragging it down his ink smattered hips.

Seeing his cock never got old as (Y/N) felt her tummy jump at the same moment she saw his prick bob against his stomach. She knew that if she dared to peek up at Harry's face, she would see that lopsided smile on his face that she loved, still there was no way she was able to pull her eyes from the ruddy head that. It wasn't until Harry kneed onto the mattress, the muscles in his thighs she was now well acquainted with flexing under the multitude of ink needled into the skin, that she finally traced her gaze over his form. Crawling over the fluff of the duvet, he looked every bit of the dream she had described to him—her favorite dream.

He worked slowly, nudging her legs apart as he approached her, asking her to spread them so he could get a chance to lay between, cradled by the soft of her thighs he always fawned over. (Y/N) did so with ease, leaving the wet of her panties on full display. Harry took full advantage of the view as he vined around her, a smug smile curling his lisp as he saw the sheen that covered the inside of her thighs and the dampness that darkened her panties. Peering up at her, Harry's curls becoming a curtain around his face as the ends dragged over the bare skin of her thighs, he paused. He sat back on his heels between her thighs only to reach towards the waist of her panties and drag them down the length of her legs until the fabric joined his pants on the floor. Once she was bare, Harry dropped down and gave single kiss to the top her core, mumbling something that sounded like "so pretty" but was too muffled for (Y/N) to hear before he was back on his ascent of her body.

(Y/N) felt him everywhere as he worked himself between her thighs, his hips fitting against hers as he stretched himself over her body. Once he was close enough, he planted his hands on either side of her head, the mattress sinking under the weight as he hovered above to keep from smushing her underneath him. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck as soon as she could reach him, pulling him down that inch he hovered over her to press her chest against his and make her heart feel more at home next to it's lover.

Gazing up at him, his hair becoming a curtain between them and the world outside their hotel room, (Y/N) felt her heart beat hard against her ribs. She felt her features soften, eyes rounding out with her pupils undoubtedly shaping into hearts. "I love you," she whispered, keening into him with an arch to her back, pressing her chest and heart against his.

Dropping his head to her neck, Harry reacted as if that was the filthiest thing thing she'd ever told him between the sheets, rutting his hips into hers and pressing a smeared kiss over her skin. "I love you, too, angel," he murmured, "So fucking much. Wanna show you how much. Can I?"

Her thighs squeezed around his hips, ankles hooking around the backs of his calves in an effort to pull him in. "Please, please, daddy."

He hushed her in gentle tones, trailing his lips from her neck to the corner of her mouth before speaking into her skin, "'S okay, angel, 'm here. Daddy'll show you, don't worry." One more short kiss was planted on the corner of her mouth before Harry drew away, reaching for the nightstand. The foil packet crinkled in his grip as he grabbed the condom (Y/N) had forgotten about.

Trapping her bottom lip between her teeth, (Y/N) hesitated with her arms around Harry's neck before she grabbed at his wrist, stopping him. "No, wa—"

Harry's attention was on her in a second, his gaze flicking back towards her, eyes wide. The packet was dropped on the table, his hand sinking into the mattress beside her head. "Are y'okay, love? Change your mind?"

"No, no, it's not that," she rushed, shaking her head, "I still want you, I just..." She hesitated around her words, unsure of how to phrase this in a way that made her feel comfortable while getting her point across. Turning to look towards the nightstand, she shook her head again before looking back to Harry hovering above her. "I just don't want to use one of those right now."

A pinch in his brows appeared at her words. "Lovebug," he started, gaze searching over her features, "I don't think I know what y'mean. 'S jus' a condom."

"I know, I know," she said, "I-I don't want to use one tonight."

(Y/N) could see the moment he realized what she was saying, his mouth dropping into a gape. His eyes were clear as they glazed over her features, taking stock of every highlight and contour that made up her. His breathing changed as his gaze dropped further down, following the curve of her throat and to the valley between her breasts.

His response lagged as he tried to string together anything to say to her, not meeting her eyes until she swore there was a kind of spark swimming in his irises she'd never seen before.

"Y'want me to go bare tonight?"

She nodded.

"Oh, fuck."

(Y/N) felt her skin prickle and rush through with warmth when she felt the twitch of his cock against her thigh. He returned to the home he made in her neck, this time his breath coming in pants that fanned over her skin. His lips moved against her skin, saying something that was too muffled and quiet for her to catch. He leaned into her, the stretch of his body covering the curves of her own as he processed the information.

"Are y'sure?" was the first coherent thing she heard when he made the reluctant journey to pull away from her.

"Sure about not using one?" she clarified, wide eyes examining her boyfriend's reaction. He only swallowed thickly and nodded his head once, jaw ticked. (Y/N) mimicked his motion, nodding her head and peeping in quiet voice: "Y-Yeah. But, I mean, I'm on birth control now. We'd still be safe, right?"

At the mention of her medication, his jaw jumped, arms tensing on either side of her head. "Y'took it tonight, already?"

"Mhm. When I was getting ready for bed."

That was when he tore his gaze from hers, distracting himself by tracing her hairline and counting the smile creases that touched her features.

"Y'trust me to go bare with you?"

(Y/N) swallowed, giving another nod of her head (she already dreaded the mess she was going to have to brush out later). "Some girls in one of my classes," she started, moving her hand still wrapped around his wrist to lace their fingers together, "they were talking about how they've done this with their boyfriends, and it just made me start thinking. I-I want to try it with you—I trust you, H."

Harry practically melted at her words, leaning into her body and sinking them deeper into the tufts of bedding messed around them. He touched his forehead to hers, nose nudging hers in gentle caresses. His eyes were closed, lashes tangled together as they squeezed shut. He took in a deep, steadying breath that pushed his chest against hers.

"God, baby, I love you." His voice was dredged in honey, deep and sticky sweet as it seeped into her pores and sunk into her veins.

A soft smile stretched over her lips, hand in his tightening. "I love you, too, H, with all my heart," she promised, tipping her chin and pressing her smiling mouth to his in an innocent kiss. "You're okay with that? G-Going bare with me, I mean?"

The verbiage she borrowed from him felt foreign on her tongue, but it was well worth the smile and breathy laugh that molded his features and softened the edges of his jaw. (And the brush of his cock against her thigh, but she could argue both his smile and the touch made her heart race).

"'M sure I'll manage," he teased, sealing his mouth over hers in a real kiss.

(Y/N)'s tummy turned with butterflies at his agreement. Their kiss turned eager as she realized how close she was to being as physically devoted to him as they could get. Not a single scrap of anything was going to be between their bodies, and that knowledge was enough to make her insides squeeze and her thighs tense.

"Now? Can we try n-now?" she stuttered against his kiss, her own smile growing when she felt his against her mouth.

The laugh that Harry let out when he pulled away was full and sweetened with the taste of their kiss. "Eager, little thing," he teased, shaking his head as he adjusted his position above her to reach a hand between their bodies.

His fingers skimmed over the soft of her stomach while he grabbed his prick, head ruddy and leaking as he gave a cursory tug to his shaft. His breathing hitched, coming out harshly through his nose, at the first touch of the night. He moved cautiously, just as he had with their first new venture of the night, waiting for any sign of protest from her—something that would never come.

The head of his cock grazed over her slit, nudging her clit with a shudder racing down his back. (Y/N) kept her grip on his hand tight, her own nerve-endings sitting on a livewire knowing that everything she felt from here on out was one hundred percent Harry. She hooked her thigh high over his hip, urging him down as he continued to take his time with her.

"Patience, love," he told her, "Wanna take m'time with you. Never had y'like this, and I have a feeling 'm not going to last very long after 'm inside."

"But, daddy," she whined, rolling her hips up towards him, "I want you."

His eyes squeezed shut as he nudged the head of his cock against her weeping hole, his tip shining with her wetness. "You're making this so hard for me, you know that?"

"Let me help you, then," she pleaded, her desperation taking charge of her mouth and each of the pleas that were falling out of it. "Please."

He shook his head at her, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. His focus was tacked between her legs, his prick covered in her slick with the help of his stroking hand and the collection of her wetness on his tip from her hole he was just barely breaching.

"Ready, darling?"

"Please."

That was the last bit of encouragement Harry needed before he thrust his hips forward. His bare head popped into her wetness, a strangled groan rumbling from his chest immediately following. His hand in hers tightened into a grip she was sure would leave her hand sore if he kept it up, as his uncovered cock sunk deeper and deeper in her pussy.

(Y/N)'s breathing broke at the feel, every detail of his prick being absorbed by the pulsing of her walls. Her tummy tightened at the feel of him nudging through the tightness of her core. Arching into him, she held her breath, unable to concentrate on much else besides the vein she felt snaking against her walls, one she knew vined around Harry's cock but had never felt like this.

"Oh, fuck," Harry breathed, the curse dropping from between his lips as if against his own volition. He couldn't keep his eyes away from where he was fucking into her, not until he bottomed out, hips flush against his angel's.

He sat there for a moment, soaking in the feel of her pussy around him, lacking the barrier they were so used to. Another mumbled curse fell from his lips before rearing his hips back and sinking into her again. Harry's features were creased in pleasure from the limited view (Y/N) was granted through hooded eyes, his mouth dropped open with breaths coming out in stilted pants. The noise of his cock sinking into her soaked pussy sounded through the empty hotel room as he started up a rhythm, only interrupted by the tenor of their disjointed breathing.

"Ha-Harry," she whined, thighs tight around his thrusting form, "O-Oh my gosh, I—"

"Yeah, angel?" he murmured, finally ripping his gaze away from where he sunk inside her over and over, meeting her own enchanted one, "Feels good?"

She nodded her head with frantic jerks, "Uh-huh, uh-huh. I f-feel everything."

"Shit, baby," he cursed, ducking his head and matching his lips to hers, "Y'feel everything? All of me?"

"Y-You're so," she swallowed, puckering her lips against his in a distracting kiss, "You're everywhere."

Harry groaned at her admission, nodding his head as he kept kissing her, the one thing grounding (Y/N) to the moment and keeping her from floating off without him. "I wasn't lying, love," he murmured over the sound of his hips slapping against hers, "I don't think 'm going to last very long at all—not when y'feel like this."

He emphasized his words with a slow grind of his hips, the base of his cock brushing her clit and sending a rush up her spine and clouding her head. "I-I wanna feel it, please, H."

His pace increased at the sound of her plea, only her arm around his neck keeping (Y/N) steady as he thrusted into her. "Y'wanna feel me cum for you? Cum in you?"

Cum in her, he had said. (Y/N)'s own breath was stolen and turned into a moan, eyes fluttering closed. There was no way to be closer than that, right? And that was all she wanted: to be close to her Harry.

A smug smile turned Harry's features. "Y'want that, love? Want me to cum in you?"

"Uh-huh," she whined, a nod of her head accompanying the breathless mess she was becoming.

"Fuck, okay," he cursed, his teeth gritting together as he pounded his hips into hers at an unforgiving pace, strong and lingering inside her. "I can do that for you, angel, jus' need y'to cum first, alright? Cum for me and give me what I want, then I can give you m'cum."

"I will, I will," she promised, peeking her eyes open to catch a glimpse of her love.

His hair, though the baby strands were stuck to the side of his face and glinted with sweat, still curtained them in curling furls. His cheeks were flushed a glowing red, lips an even deeper shade from all the kissing and the biting that they couldn't keep themselves from doing. Most of all, she couldn't get over the glazed over gaze he looked at her with. It was as if he was seeing a dream in real life as he looked at her, tracing her body and cataloguing the movement of her form as he fucked into her. He watched as her chest heaved, her bralette askew to bare her breasts around the forgotten cups, heart pounding against her ribcage in what she swore could be visible beats.

When he looked at her like that, she could believe him when he said that she was his dream girl. Because she knew that was how she looked at him.

Using their joined hands, leaving Harry to prop himself up with his free arm beside her head, (Y/N) brought his hand between their bodies. In the shifting space at their hips, she nudged him towards her clit, asking him for the one thing she knew would have her done in seconds, especially with the help of the strokes of his cock inside her.

"Need m'help?" Harry asked, unfurling his fingers from around hers and planting his palm across the small of her tummy, "Need me to touch you a little, too?"

"Ple-Please, Harry."

Harry shook his head, gently thumbing over her clit, "Don't whine, baby. 'M right here, I'll help you, don't worry."

Overwhelmed from every bit of attention Harry was doling out, (Y/N) couldn't stop herself from speaking the sentiment that warped through her head: "I love you, I love you, I love you, Harry."

Her affection only seemed to spur him on as the rhythm of his hips increased. The sound of her pussy sucking him in and their skin slapping together almost rivaled the thundering of her heart as he worked her closer and closer to the edge.

"I love you, too, angel," he crooned to her, breathing broken in-between the sentiment, "Cum for me, yeah? Show me how much y'love me."

His thumb on her clit ran circles over the pearl, her legs shaking with every rotation. She wanted to please him, wanted to cum for him just like he asked—show him how much she loved him with how hard her body came around him. Her hand on the back of his neck tightened, pulling her to him as she ached to kiss him.

"'S okay, jus' let go for me," he crooned against her mouth before tucking her bottom lip between two.

That seemed to be all the encouragement she needed as she came with his kiss on her lips. Her thighs became a vice around his hips, hand on the back of his neck winding through his hair in an effort to catch more of him in the moment. Her back arched, breasts pressed tightly against his tattooed chest.

"There we go, angel, doing s-so good," he praised her, coaxing her through her orgasm as best he could while keeping a hold on his control.

"Harry," she cried into his mouth, the sound desperate and breathless as she shook under him though he never relented.

Harry's hips never slowed as he worked her through her spiral, thumb on her clit slowing to languid circles if only to save her from the kind of overstimulation he knew she wasn't ready for yet. Toes curling against his calves, she slowly came down with her lungs fighting for air and eyes squeezed shut.

(Y/N) felt boneless under him as he slowed to rolls of his hips and pulled his hand from her clit. Aftershock wrecked havoc on her ravaged system with every bump of his cock against her clenching walls.

"Y'alright, lovebug?" he crooned, voice sounding a little more tight than normal.

She nodded her head, eyes bleary, "Uh-huh. B-But, its your turn now—I still want you."

"'M not far behind, darling, trust me," he laughed, though he didn't sound particularly comfortable with the strain in his throat and tense of his muscles.

"Keep going," she urged, wrapping her watery legs around his waist and drawing him deeper into her sensitive pussy again.

The curses he seemed to be fond of for the night fell from his mouth again before he resumed his shaky rhythm. Now that her head was clear, she noticed the way he lingered as he sunk inside her, savoring the feel of her bare walls around him, before he nudged as far inside her as he could manage without splitting her open. With her hand in his hair, she plucked the strands out of his face as he rocked into her over and over, hips and pace growing shaky the longer he went on.

"'M there, b-baby," he moaned, peeking at her through the lashes framing his kohl-lined eyes, "Ready for me?"

"I want it, H," she keened, telling him exactly what she knew he wanted to hear, "Please."

That was all it took before she felt a throb between her legs and a warmth she'd never experienced before flooding inside her. "'M cumming, fuck, 'm cumming, (Y/N). 'M cumming inside yo-you."

(Y/N) felt every rope of cum that pulsed out of him coating her walls, the heat something she'd never experience before in such depth. It was as if everything was heightened, even the sound of Harry's moans of her name lingering in her ear and the tensing of his muscles while he fought to keep a shred of balance before he toppled over and laid her out under his weight. The erratic thrusts that he delivered as he came down were especially sloppy, the sound of his cum mixing with her wetness echoing through the room.

Harry came down slowly, his breathing heavy as he hesitated to pull out. Instead, he gently settled himself down against her, the full of his body stretching over her form. He buried his face in her neck, pressing tired kisses over her skin, nose skimming after him.

"I love you," he cooed to her, planting a kiss to the space in front of her ear, "I love you, angel. Thank you."

Unlacing her fingers from between his, she brought it to rest behind his neck along with her other hand, pinning him to her with the help of her legs wrapped around his waist. Her breathing still came in pants as she reciprocated his sentiment, affection dripping from her tone and stamping into his tattooed skin.

"How do y'feel?" Harry asked her, pulling back and looking at her with clear eyes that'd been missing since he pushed into her bare, "Y'alright?"

She nodded her head, a tender smile working its way on her mouth. "I feel really good right now, yeah. W-Was it alright for you?"

Rolling her lips between her teeth, she watched as Harry swept his gaze over her face and shook his head, the curls curtaining their bubble sweeping over her collarbones. "Y'are incredible, you know that? Jus' saw me cum harder than I ever have before, and you're wondering if it was alright for me? Incredible, little angel."

Despite his vulgarity, (Y/N) felt a patch of butterflies crop up in her tummy and reach towards her lungs. It could only be Harry that could make her feel bashful while naked with his cock and cum soaking in her pussy.

"I just wanted to make sure," she peeped, fluttering her lashes in shyness.

Harry shook his head again, a lopsided smile on his mouth. "I think y'jus' like to be reminded how good y'are for me. Y'like hearing me say you're the best I've ever had."

While she'd never tell him, that was one of her most favorite things he told her, even if it was silly. It was nice to know.

When he didn't get a response further than her shy smile and fluttered gaze, Harry dropped his head and gave her a gentle kiss on the full of her heated cheek. "Cutie," he murmured into her skin, soft enough (Y/N) wasn't sure if she was supposed to hear. Pulling back Harry shifted his position and brushed a hand through her hair, pulling baby hairs and stray strands away from her face with loving fingers. "We've gotta get y'cleaned up, angel, okay? Then, I want to cuddle with you before y'sleep. Sound good?"

At the mention of sleep, (Y/N) took stock of the way her muscles relaxed into the mattress, the day's events and night's excitement catching up to her. "Sounds good, H, thank you," she mumbled, fighting back a yawn.

Another innocent peck was granted to her cheek before Harry began unwinding himself from her body, careful hands dislodging her own from around his neck and her now trembling thighs from around his hips. He hesitated to draw away, his softened cock still inside her as Harry cast one more glance between their bodies.

He sucked in a deep breathe before taking the plunge and rearing his hips back and working himself to sit between her thighs. (Y/N) gasped when the head of his cock popped out only to be followed by the feel of wetness leaking from her hole, feeling herself clench around nothing.

"Fuck," she heard from Harry as he sat between her thighs, gaze zeroed in between her legs. A flush began to work its way up his chest, coloring in the rosebushes tattooed on his skin, the muscles tensed as he took in the mess of his love.

"W-What?"

Harry shook his head, eyes never leaving where she felt the wetness spreading between her thighs, "Nothing, angel, jus'... Fuck, I can't look at you, or we're gonna have to go again."

"Oh," she sounded, her own chest and neck heating at the sound of his words. At least she knew he liked what he saw.

Using every bit of the control (Y/N) knew he was lacking in that moment, he shut her thighs closed, telling her to wait there for him before he disappeared to the bathroom, tripping into his boxers as he went. For that moment she was left alone, only the sound of the water running in the hotel bathroom, (Y/N) felt a smile spread over her cheeks.

She'd done it. She got to be as close to Harry as physically possible and the evidence of it—as messy, and sticky, and cold as it was becoming—was leaking from between her thighs. Maybe he was right, she couldn't keep thinking about this unless she was ready to go again with him.

Soon enough, Harry returned with a damp washcloth in his hand, white boxers askew on his hips in his rush to get something on. He crawled atop the bed, a steadying breath filling his lungs before he pushed her thighs open once more.

With the stick covering the soft inside, (Y/N) felt cold now that she was exposed to the frigid air of the hotelroom. A layer of goosebumps erupted on her skin as Harry swiped the cloth over her skin, wiping away the evidence of their night together.

"Are y'cold, love?" Harry murmured, a layer of gravel to his voice she knew he was fighting off.

"A little, yeah," she confessed, readjusting her bralette to cover her chest before crossing her arms over her middle, her head sinking into the feathered pillows.

A soft kiss was planted onto her knee before his free hand smoothed itself over her shin, willing away the goosebumps. "Jus' a little longer, then I'll get y'dressed and snuggled up with me, 'kay?"

"'Kay," she nodded before she remembered the mess of her hair. Gosh, she still had to brush out that mess, too.

Harry dutifully cleaned her for a minute longer before he shifted between her legs, his freehand coming to rest on the sensitive inside of her thigh, butterflying her out. "Love, I need y'to do something for me really quick. 'S gonna feel a bit weird, but 's gonna help us get y'clean."

(Y/N) hesitated a moment before offering a cautious, "Okay."

She heard him heave a deep breath, the exhale of which fanned over her knee before she felt his lips return and press another kiss to the skin, before he spoke lowly, "There's still a little bit of me left inside, so I need y'to try to squeeze me out, yeah?"

Brows furrowed, (Y/N) slowly nodded her head, unsure of what exactly Harry was asking of her, but she did know it was really important to make sure she was cleaned up well since they didn't use protection. She'd done some research, and would rather not deal with the consequences of being lazy and shy about Harry's instructions. She did as asked, thighs trembling from oversensitivity as she tried to squeeze out the last bit of warmth Harry left with her.

"Good girl, angel," he praised her through a strained voice, the damp washcloth immediately collecting whatever was left over before she settled back into the mattress, muscles too tired to keep going. Unexpectedly, (Y/N) felt stray curls brush the inside of her thighs before Harry dropped a kiss to the top of her core. She gasped in surprise to which she heard a breathy laugh sound from between her legs. "Go use the bathroom, and I'll get your pajamas ready, yeah?"

"Okay," she peeped, craning her neck to find him already looking at her with a short smile on his lips, the idea of him dimples barely denting into his cheeks. "Thank you, H."

Harry shook his head, brushing off her thanks before urging her to the edge of their bed with a pat to the soft of her thigh. She hurried off, feeling Harry's eyes on her back and bottom before she shut the door behind her. In the silence of the bathroom, she allowed herself a moment to decompress, doing her business before the chill of the tile on her bare feet made her shiver. It wasn't until she was in front of the sink, washing her hands afterwards, that she got a good look at herself.

Despite the fact she kept to a strict skincare routine, none of her creams or serums could do anything to emulate the glow that radiated from her skin. She felt warm all over, comfortable in her skin; as much was evident in the lightness that brightened her gaze and rounded her features. As exhausted as could be seen in the way her eyelids drooped and her muscles were a little too willing to sag and bow under the weight of her body, she'd never seen herself look more awake. She'd never seen herself look so completed, at peace, and happy. She looked more in love than she could ever remember recalling.

Then, she took note of her hair.

As expected, a nest had accrued through the strands and she was going to have to work her hairbrush though it if she wanted to wake up to something semi-workable in the morning. Her shoulders dropped at the idea of brushing her hair when her body already felt too boneless to keep herself upright.

Combing her damp hands through her hair, (Y/N) exited the bathroom still bottomless to find Harry now with a pair of sweats on his legs and a distinct lack of boxers covering the v-cut of his hips. He was sat on the edge of the mattress, the mess of the bed now made into something less of a nest and more of a bed for her to crawl into when she was ready, corner folded back and everything. His eyes were clean of the eyeliner that had shadowed his waterline, a familiar blue pack of makeup wipes sitting on their nightstand with a used wipe sitting on the top of the trashcan. A stack of petal-pink clothing was settled beside him—garments she's sure he stole from where she left them in the bathroom—, only lacking a neon sign that declared it was hers.

"Better?" he asked, his attention tacked on her face as she padded across the room.

"Mhm," she hummed, trying her best not to feel vulnerable under his gaze considering what they'd just done, but it was hard when she felt distinctly half-naked compared to him, "Still cold."

"C'mere, then." He spread his legs and carved a spot out for her as he grabbed for the oversized, pink crewneck of his that she'd taken to wearing to bed.

(Y/N) smiled at him when she took her spot between his legs, feeling just at home. This was their ritual, how he always took care of her after a night between the sheets. He made sure she was clean and warm before settling into bed and whispering the sweetest things to her as she tucked her head into his chest, ensuring she was asleep before he allowed himself to drift off. (Y/N) knew exactly what he was going to ask of her once he unfolded the article of clothing that acted as her sleepwear, so she beat him to the punch by lifting her arms up before he had a chance to say anything.

A breathy laugh sounded in the quiet of the hotel room, Harry shaking his head before tugging the crewneck over her body. He fixed the hem to sit on the mid of her thighs, covering everything important before he flipped her hair out from the neckline of the top. Next up was the pair of tiny pink panties he helped her step into, his shoulders being used to steady her as he tugged the fabric up her thighs.

"Thank you, H," she whispered, bending down and giving him a soft kiss once he was upright.

"Of course, angel. 'S m'job to take care of you, right?" he murmured against her kiss before drawing her in for another sweet peck. He settled his hands on her waist as he looked up at her, exhaustion layering in his gaze though there was no shortage of devotion floating alongside it. "Ready for bed, lovebug?"

The idea of crawling into bed and into him was tempting enough it could have made her cry, but (Y/N) knew she couldn't settle until she brushed her hair out. So, she shook her head despite it all. "No, I've got to brush my hair still. I really made a mess of it tonight."

"Oh, love," he crooned, his hands on her waist tightening, "I can do that for you if y'want? I'll be gentle."

While a part of her didn't want to take advantage of Harry and the kindness he offered her everyday without fail, she didn't have it in her to care. "You'd do that for me?"

A laugh was exhaled through his nose, tender smile molding his features. "Go get your brush for me, yeah?"

"Thank you, thank you, H," she bubbled, ducking down and giving him one more kiss before padding off towards their luggage in search of her hairbrush.

Returning with the pink paddle brush in her hand, (Y/N) climbed into the bed, positioning herself to be sitting in front of him once he followed her suit. True to his word, Harry was unbelievably cautious and gentle as he brushed out her hair, working the knots and snags out as carefully as possible. Each time he felt he tugged too hard, or worked out a tough knot, he pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder in apology.

"Angel?" he said after a moment, working the last of the snags out before poising her hair into sections to braid it.

"Hm?" she hummed, exhaustion and the feel of the gentle runs of his fingers through her hair tugging her closer and closer to the edge of sleep despite the fact she was sitting upright.

"Thank you for trusting me tonight."

A soft smile made its way onto her features. "H, you're just fixing my hair, its not—"

"No, no, not this, darling," he cut her off, amusement floating in his tone, "I meant about earlier. I know you're on the pill and everything, but 's still a big deal to me that you'd let me do that and take care of you."

Her chest deflated at his admission, the air sucked out of her at his sincerity. "Oh," she sounded, her fingers coming together in a fumble in her lap, "H, I—... Of course, I trust you. Y-You're my best friend and favorite person in the world, I knew you were going to take care of me tonight, no matter what we did. I don't know what to say except that I love you."

With her hair tangle free and her new braid secured with the hair tie he carried on his wrist, Harry pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "That's more than good enough for me. You're the love of m'life."

This wasn't enough, (Y/N) decided then. She couldn't hear him say all these wonderful things about her and to her without getting to see his face and kiss his cheeks and hold him. She made quick work of abandoning her station climbing onto Harry's lap. He only laughed as he wrapped her in his arms, hairbrush abandoned on the nightstand, and fell back against the pillows lining the headboard.

"You're the love of my life, too, you know," she mumbled into his neck, the words smushed and muffled as she pinned herself to him with the help of her arms around his middle.

She felt his breathing hitch against her own chest, Harry's legs tangling with her own as he splayed out underneath her. "Y'don't know how much I love hearing y'say that, (Y/N)," he whispered, the tip of his nose brushing her hairline before he pressed a kiss to her temple.

"I mean it," she declared, snuggling closer to him as she felt him reach over her for the folded edge of the duvet he pulled back for them.

"I know y'do, baby," he said, maneuvering them under the covers and placing (Y/N) at his side as he turned on to lay on his own to face her, a hand braced on the back of her head to keep her tucked away safely. "That's why it makes m'heart hurt so much. Makes me so happy hearing the y'love me like I love you."

(Y/N) was grateful for her hiding place in his neck as she felt a burning behind her eyes as she listened to him. What was she supposed to say to something like that?

"H, I-I don't know what to say," she mumbled, voice watery.

She felt his laugh before she heard it, his chest rumbling against hers with his breath fanning through her hair. "Don't have to say anything, baby. Jus' sleep, okay? I'll be right here."

Nodding her head into his neck, (Y/N) cuddled as close to him as she could, legs tangled and ankles hooked with her arms looped around his bare chest. "I love you," she reiterated.

"I love you too, angel. Now go to sleep, I'll be here when y'wake up."

It was promises like that, that made it easy for her to trust him. As if her heart had any other choice.

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ive had ideas for this for sosososo long and im so happy to finally have this out and ready for you guys!! thank u to everyone who has requested this and been so patient w me while I got it ready! and thank u to everyone who read this and sorry for any mistakes ! if you have any ideas or requests of your own please send them in:))

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Most of this was drawn in September of last year, but I decided to finally complete it!

So, here are the penguins of Madagascar and their lemur friends as humans!

I know this has been done to death already, but I wanted to provide my own interpretation. I’ll provide my design choices for each character under the cut, if anybody’s interested!

Skipper: I do not want to throw shade to anyone, but most of the human Skippers I’ve seen are either too young, too skinny, or too muscular. This guy may present himself as an authority figure, but let’s face it: this guy is your average middle-aged man with a fascination for cool spy stuff and repressed bisexuality. Trust me, my dad knows all about it. Anyway, I gave him a tacky nautical flag shirt, mostly because i couldn’t find any high-quality “hawaiian shirt with wwii planes” patterns. If it weren’t for King Julien’s design, I would’ve given Skipper aviators.

Kowalski: Typical nerdy guy. When I was showing a work in progress of the penguins, a friend of mine suggested that Kowalski’s hairline should be extra receded, and they were right. I know that this is the simplest design, but that’s because this guy just doesn’t seem the type for style. More of a practicality and formality guy. I suppose now’s a good time to mention that each of the brothers has an element of orange around their feet, cuz, well, the penguins have orange feet.

Rico: I really hope you guys get the energy that this guy listens to nu-metal. Since human beings not infused with cartoon animal wackiness cannot regurgitate convenient items, I decided to give human Rico a bunch of pockets from which cartoon HUMAN wackiness can occur. His outfit is also a bit more military-like than the others, what with the bomber jacket, cargo shorts, and combat boots. I also gave him what is essentially the boss floss from Splatoon 3’s amiibo gear.

Private: According to Penguin Lore™️, they’re all brothers, but Private is adopted, hence why he’s a bit younger [but not a child!] and I gave him a different hair texture and skin tone. His shirt has an icon from his favorite show, a Lunacorn. I also made his blue nail polish match its eyes. I take honor in the fact that a friend told me “I have several transmasc friends who look like this”.

Maurice: A lot of people who draw TPOM gijinkas don’t even draw him, which is a shame, because I love Maurice. Even more offensive is that some people don’t even depict him as an old black man, which goes against everything I know to be true in my heart. Anyway, he seems like the type to enjoy autumn/winter gear, so I gave him a big ol’ trench coat, as well as a scarf that looks like his fur puff. And the newsie cap just felt right.

King Julien: Here’s where all the flashiness went! According to an actor whom I have a personal vendetta against and thus will not name, Julien’s accent is Sri Lankan, so I took inspiration from their traditional clothing for his outfit, albeit more “cunty”, as today’s kids call it. It was imperative that this man has his toes out for obvious reasons, so I gave him sandals. I honestly have no good explanation for the leopard print leggings other than it came to me in a divine vision. Or something. The sunglasses mimic the color of his eyes!

Mort: Look, it was really hard for me not to just draw Molière from Atlantis: The Lost Empire, since his design is already kind of what I imagine this fellow looking like as a “human”. Admittedly, I’m not too proud of this design, but i think it gets the job done. His outfit purposely clashes: a matching hat and sweater, but with sweatpants, and he’s not even wearing shoes! I know the original Mort doesn’t have any purple in his design, but I felt like its inclusion made him look a little weirder. And then there’s his eyes. Yeah.

Hope this wasn’t too long, and thank you to anyone who read this portion of the post!

#my art #gijinka #humanization #tpom

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luck-and-larceny · 8 months

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Dowdy

She was going to stop seeing him anyway.

He didn't know that, of course. As far as he was concerned, things were going great.

Things weren't going great.

She wasn't a nice person, not by any stretch of the imagination. Insincere, fickle, teasing, and difficult, Malika was never more invested in someone more than she was invested in herself. She was selfish and unbothered by it. Everyone, to her mind, would be a lot happier if they allowed themselves to be more selfish.

And this guy she'd gone on a handful of dates with was certainly selfish.

But he was also mean.

And it was a boring, unfun, unpleasant sort of meanness. Being mean could be entertaining! Malika'd always enjoyed a good biting back and forth between two shitty people who clearly were having a good time with their horribleness. But the participants had to enjoy it or what was the point?

There was nothing joyful or entertaining about this man's meanness. He didn't seem to get anything out of it but anger and an inflated sense of superiority. He brought the mood around him down with it. That was the exact opposite of fun and Malika was only ever invested so long as there was fun to be had.

Oh, sure, he was attractive. He had the prettiest brown eyes she'd ever seen. And she'd never dated a Viera before so that was novel and exciting. But there would be more pretty brown eyes out there for her to marvel at and he wasn't the only Viera in the world. Maybe the next one would at least have fun when he was being a bastard.

Tassilo was always particularly shitty when it came to fashion. On every one of the four or five dates she'd gone on with him, he'd commented on how little the others around them seemed to care about their appearance. He'd criticize color choices, material choices, shoe choices, jewelry, hair styles– really anything at all– as though it were fascinating conversation that made him look particularly gifted at fashion himself.

It didn't. He looked fine. But his snide, angry comments actually made him look less fashionable and less attractive, not more.

So she had no choice. She had to end it.

And if she was going to end it, she was going to have fun with it.

Why do anything at all if it wasn't fun?

He'd invited her to a fancy art gala. He'd told her he'd bought a new, tailored outfit for it. He would be wearing new, expensive boots. He couldn't wait to see what she'd wear.

She looked forward to showing him.

He did not appreciate being shown.

"How do I look?" she asked, turning in a circle to give him the full view from all angles. "I worked hard on it."

"What have you…" his face was red either from anger or embarrassment, perhaps both.

"You don't like it?"

'It' was a literal burlap sack– well, several burlap sacks that she'd fashioned into the most shapeless dress imaginable. It hung, unflatteringly, straight down, somehow managing to avoid every sensual curve of her body in the process. It was completely shapeless. She'd worked hard on that and was genuinely quite pleased to have accomplished it. With it she wore gray shoes she'd fashioned from cheap felt. They were extremely poorly made, given she had no experience making shoes, and they hardly functioned at all. In fact, she had to wait to put them on once she'd gotten close to the date spot because she knew they'd be too ruined to be effective otherwise.

She'd chopped her long black hair to her shoulders. She'd done it herself with no measuring and no care. It did not look good.

Her nail polish was chipped.

Her jewelry was cheap and did not match.

She wore no makeup on her face.

He had no way of knowing how much effort she'd just spent to look like she'd made no effort at all.

"You've done this on purpose," he said matter of factly, but there was a dangerous chill to his voice.

Oh. Ok. Maybe he did know!

"You've done this to embarrass me."

Wow. Damn. He was surprisingly perceptive. Credit where credit was due.

"So…" she said slowly, playing stupid, "You're saying you don't like it?"

"I was excited to see you. I've been excited all week. And you ruined it. You ruined it!"

She smiled. "Yeah. Ruining stuff is kind of my thing. I'm very good at it.”

"You can't go in there."

"Oh, I bet I can."

He bristled. "You can't go in there with me. I won't let you. It's not happening."

"If you go in there," she said sweetly, "I will find every excuse to stand next to you. If you are embarrassed now, I urge you to consider just how embarrassed you'll be if I make a scene."

He stared at her.

She stared right back.

He'd always had a million things to say before. Now he couldn't even think of one. Defeated, he relented.

"Ok. Let's go in together."

"Wait, what??"

She hadn't expected this response.

"You win," he said. "Let's go in together. Let's have this last date. We'll look at art. I won't comment on your clothes. After, we'll go back to my place where I'll angrily take them off you. In the morning you break up with me the right way and steal one of my favorite shirts. You suffer for several moons while your hair, which you hastily chopped off just to spite a guy you knew for one moon, grows back. I spend the same amount of time resenting you until I realize you're not worth resenting because you're an insane, petty bitch."

Wow.

Ok.

So he was capable of being interesting while being mean.

This was, in fact, the most interesting he had ever been and she loved it!

She absolutely loved it.

Fuck!

She grinned. It was genuine. "Ok," she said, taking his arm,"You'll have to point out your favorite shirt to me though. I've only known you a moon. I haven't figured it out yet."

He chuckled ruefully and led her inside, "Of course. I'd hate to make the break up difficult on you, after all."

They would date for several more moons until he eventually broke up with her for being insincere, fickle, teasing, and difficult. She still stole his favorite shirt. And left her burlap dress behind in his closet as a souvenir.

#FFXIV #FFXIVwrite2023 #ffxivwrite #Writings #Dowdy #She can't win every time

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My first fanfic wooo! Some notes, this will include cheating, with slight soap ghost, sadly that’s the pair that has the cheating, but yeah

Also, English is not my first language, so please call out any grammar mistake. Also, I’ve never played cod in my life, enjoy!

The Other Wo(man)

-The other woman, finds time to manicure her nails-

Johnny got out of the shower, his towel hanging within reach, the fog clouded the bathroom, his feet meeting soft rug on his bathroom floor. With a towel hanging on his hips, he got out of the bathroom, not even sparing a look to his mirror, he has been avoiding it lately. He simply stepped onto his bedroom. It was weird being on leave, but it’s not like he had an option, Price basically had forced the 141 to “get rest” even though he hadn’t slept well in a month.

As he stepped into his room, he saw his clothes, the clothes he had planned on wearing for tonight, on his bed, ironed and neatly laying there, ready to be worn. A satin green shirt -it matches your eyes, you should wear it more- he said as he kissed him- and some black slacks, to be paired with black polished shoes, definitely the fanciest outfit on his closet.

After drying himself, he threw everything on, careful not to wrinkle anything. The shoes gave a little tap onto the floor as he walked to the desk that now worked as a vanity. He didn’t wear makeup often, not really an option as he worked, but here and now, he had been using it a lot more often. He looked, bad, to put it simply. His skin more grayish, and his eye bags more pronounced, today he had shaved, but his mowhawk was longer, only having the energy to shave the sides, he didn’t feel like cutting it - your hair has grown- Simon said, -is it bad- Johnny asked, lightly playing with his hair - never said that- he said, as he kissed him, his hand coming up to play with the longer strands falling onto his neck- he shook his head, trying to will that memory to go away.

He sat, facing the mirror on the desk, pulling the makeup he would be using tonight, concealer, foundation, powder, lipgloss, blush, bronzer. All just to appear less dead, with a bit of mascara, to fix his sunken gaze. He started to apply everything, the powder for some reason his favorite step, he remembered his mother, sitting on her vanity, little Johnny by her knees, his mother had been crying, she was reapplying her makeup, the powder on the vanity, brush on her hand as she covered the tear tracks, it was a powder foundation he thinks it was called, at that time he didn’t understand what was happening, he simply stayed there, kneeling by his mother, head on her lap, and his fathers shirt on the floor, a bright red lipstick stain on his collar. His mothers lipstick was pink.

Now he understood his mother, the memory and messages burned onto his brain, but it didn’t matter, it was just an accident, he shouldn’t have snooped anyways, it was his fault, he had simply not been enough, it’s good that Simon had looked for other ways to please himself, it didn’t matter that he did so behind Johnnys back, it didn’t matter that he lied to Johnny, really, it was just fine, it was probably just a one time thing, right? He should just start paying more attention, be more loving, that’s why he invited Simon to his apartment today, a candlelight, home cooked dinner, maybe this way Simon would realize that Johnny really loves him, that it was enough with just him. Right?

He finished applying the makeup, dinner was ready, he had cooked before getting ready. He just needed to set the table, light the candles, the sun had already set, moonlight streaming past his curtains onto the living room, as he set the table, plates, glasses, bourbon, candles, food, fork, knife, napkins, all was ready. He hadn’t even noticed the time, 5 minutes until Simon said he would arrive. He decided to light the candles and wait on the sofa, the gentle flames the only lights, he checked his phone, Price had invited the 141+ Alejandro and Rodolfo to a bar, he even offered to pay, the two Mexicans also on leave after the Las Almas mission, the accepted, along with Gaz, he, of course said no, ghost refusing the invitation, said he had other plans, that was enough to make Soaps heart flutter with hope, hope that Simon was going to arrive for the date at any minute.

It was 9:20, Ghost was supposed to be here at 9, but it was nothing, probably just bad traffic, he shouldn’t think too much about it.

9:45. Johnny had left messages that went unread, the candles were still burning, thankfully they hadn’t melted much. His stomach started to hurt, he would wait a little more.

10:15, just some more minutes, calls went to the voice mail, messages still unread. His heart ached. Candles had melted about a third, he had bought long candles, so they wouldn’t melt too fast.

10:36. His stomach ached with hunger, phone with no messages from Simon, only a few from Gaz and Price, but they were probably some memes he didn’t feel like seeing now, his heart felt like it was burning.

11:23. A knock on the door, he knew it wasn’t Simon, he had read the messages from Gaz and from Price. Tears were forming on his eyes. The knocking continued, now with the voices from his teammates, Price was loud, while Gaz was softer, more hesitant.

-it’s open- he said as loud as he could, knees close to his chest, arms hugging himself.

His captain and fellow soldier entered his house with hesitant steps. They looked at him, starting to open their mouths, before they took his look in.

He probably made quite the image. His mascara had run down with his tears, black streaks on his cheeks. Hair messy, the only light we’re the candles.

-I know- he said -I already know- he choked out, half sobbing.

His friends immediately went to his side, Price kneeling in front of him, Gaz taking his place by Johnnys side. Throwing an arm across his shoulder as his frame shook with the force of his sobs, Price taking his hands as he uncurled himself, knees now apart so he could bow his head, as he folded himself, trying not to choke on his tears and spit. Gaz was saying something, probably trying to give him some comfort as he cried, Price was quiet, only rubbing his hands carefully, rough hands treating him like glass.

He continued to sob, until sleep started to creep on him. Starting to lean to the side, as his head fell to Gaz’s Lap, legs stretching onto the sofa, Price still holding his hands, the last thing he saw, were Prices eyes, full with anger, and pity for his friend and teammate. And he knew, that they had seen Simon, his partner, at the bar, with that pretty boy that looked just like Ghosts old friend, whose name had to do with an insect, and they probably had been doing more than talking.

Simon had cheated on him, had been cheating on him, and now, he would sleep, tomorrow he would answer his friends questions, and cry some more. But for now, sleep was all he could think of, even with his heart full of pain and his empty stomach.

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Sooo that was it, I don’t really see Simon cheating on anybody, but I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, mainly because I like to hurt characters that I love. I wanted soap to be comforted, so I ofc added price and Gaz, I feel like they both would like to punch ghost, but the could leave their friend alone. That was it, I really am not good at this or anything. Oh! And I used the song “the other woman” by Nina Simone for inspiration. Thanks for reading!

#soap call of duty #ghost call of duty #soapghost #ghostsoap #call of duty #Price call of duty #gaz call of duty #fanfics #it was my first time writing pelase be kind it’s 4 am

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MayBlade 2022 : Day 16 : Lilacs

Emily and Mariah | FFN Rating: K | FFN Link ❖ “Congratulations!”

Emily was assaulted by a bouquet of flowers and Mariah’s exclamation as soon as she answered the door. She took them, because what else was she supposed to do when they were close enough to get pollen on her glasses? She could feel her nose stuffing up already.

“Thanks, Mariah.” She stumbled back as her friend enveloped her in a forceful hug. She hugged her back with her free arm, tight enough to keep from falling over entirely. “Which street vendor charged you an arm and a leg for out-of-season lilacs?”

Mariah let out a long, frustrated sigh and stepped out of the hug.

“You just got promoted, Emily. Can you try not thinking practically for five minutes?” she asked, reaching behind her to bring a takeout bag in from the hall. She walked it into the living room without hesitation, and began unpacking it onto the oversized coffee table.

“Thinking practically is part of why I got promoted,” she countered and nudged the apartment door shut. “Is that Mediterranean?”

“Your favorite,” Mariah confirmed with a nod. “The restaurant knows your order, by the way. Do you ever cook for yourself?”

Emily didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead she found a home for the flowers, somewhere visible but removed, and joined Mariah in the living room once the setup was complete. She cleaned her glasses on the way, hoping that she wouldn’t spend dinner sneezing into her plate. When she put them back on, their feast came into focus.

Her stomach growled at the sight. She hadn’t eaten all day. Her celebratory lunch at work had been spent networking with the BBA officials she never got to see, hopefully proving to them that she took her new position seriously. It still felt new enough to yank out from under her. Luckily there was nobody more qualified, which had to be a point in her favor.

“Sit down, eat, and tell me how it went today,” Mariah ordered when she wasn’t moving fast enough for her. “You were nervous this morning. How did things go once you got to work?”

Emily rolled her eyes at her pushy house guest and sat down.

Over dinner she recounted the story of her day to Mariah, starting with her arrival at work. She told her about the call into Judy’s office she’d been preparing herself for since the last interview, how they told her she got the Assistant Director position, the expensive lunch she didn’t eat, and how tomorrow she was choosing furnishings for her new office.

Mariah grinned and gasped at all the right parts, always more happy for Emily than she was for herself. Emily tended to look at all the progress that still needed to be made, while her friend helped her acknowledge her existing accomplishments. They balanced each other out in that way.

When they finished eating, they tag-teamed the cleanup, changed into comfier clothing, and returned to the living room to chat on the couch. The television was on in the background with the volume set low so it didn’t overpower the conversation. Somewhere along the line, Mariah had produced a bottle of kelly green polish and harangued Emily into letting her paint her toenails.

“Do you know people associate green with growth and ambition?” Mariah asked as she finished applying the first coat. Very carefully – Emily was watching her like a hawk – she twisted the bottle shut and set it aside temporarily.

“It doesn’t look very professional.” That was all Emily could think to say about it. She actually liked the color, but once it started chipping it would be an eyesore.

“You have to wear closed-toe shoes in the lab anyway,” Mariah pointed out. She chose a soft purple color that almost perfectly matched Emily’s lilacs for her own toes and began to brush it on. “No one will even see it.”

Emily opened her mouth to respond, but Mariah was too quick for her.

“And don’t ask what the point of it is then!” She brandished the nail polish brush at her and would have gotten a spot of purple on the couch if Emily hadn’t insisted on putting a towel down to protect the leather. “Not everything needs to have a point.”

“Whatever you say,” Emily responded skeptically. It took an exceptional amount of biting her tongue to keep from commenting on the spill. She let Mariah add a second coat of green regardless.

“There.” Mariah nodded, satisfied with her handiwork. “Now put your feet on the coffee table and don’t move until it dries.”

Emily rolled her eyes, but did as she was told. Even if Mariah could be a little much, she appreciated her company. Not to mention, this was the most relaxed Emily had let herself be since she found out the decision for Assistant Director was going to be announced. She’d been waiting on tenterhooks, knowing she was a shoe-in, but nervous nonetheless. It was nice to have a breather, an excuse to stop moving for a second.

“So,” Mariah drawled as she kicked her feet up beside Emily’s, never one for silence, “how’s the rest of your team?”

Emily sent her a look.

“They’re fine.” She’d never been at the top of any of their contact lists, but she was observant and most of them liked to talk about themselves. “Michael and Eddy come around to train sometimes, but they’re both in college on sports scholarships. Steve’s in Texas.”

Mariah nodded absentmindedly, then asked, “And what about Rick?” There was the slightest blush on her cheeks when she asked and Emily’s eyebrows shot up. Whatever that was, she was not expecting it.

“He’s a trainer at the PPB facility.” She watched Mariah closely for any hint of a reaction. “Why?”

“Oh, no reason,” Mariah answered with an unconvincing wave of her hand.

Emily narrowed her eyes and fixed them on Mariah. She was watching the muted TV with too much interest, considering it was playing a commercial for heartburn medication. Emily could think of a dozen reasons why she would ask about Rick, but not nearly as many as to why she’d be blushing. If she could just ask the right questions in the right way…

“Did, uh,” she started, hesitating for the extra second that would make Mariah squirm. She tilted her head down to hide how her lips wanted to twitch into a smile and pushed her glasses up further onto her nose. “Did something happen between you two?”

“What?” Mariah predictably denied. “No, why would you think that?”

“No reason.” Emily shrugged. “Except, when I told him you were coming–”

Mariah’s most telling mistake was being so eager to hear what Rick supposedly said about her, that she whipped around comically fast. At that point, Emily couldn’t contain her laughter. It only took a few seconds for her friend to realize that she’d been played.

“Ugh, Emily!” she cried and began whacking her with a throw pillow. “You didn’t talk to him about me at all, did you?”

“Why would I?!” Emily laughed, trying to shield her face from Mariah’s onslaught.

“Talk about me?” She sounded so offended.

“No! Talk to Rick!” Out of all of her teammates, she probably spoke to him the least. She’d gotten used to his presence over the years, but they were never chummy.

Mariah stopped attacking her. Instead, she flopped down onto the couch, lilac toes practically in Emily’s lap, and covered her face with the pillow. She mumbled something about them working together, Emily thought. Or not. It could have been any number of sentences muffled in the cushion.

“We don’t even work on the same floor.”

The PPB building was massive, having undergone its fair share of renovations over the years on top of how big it already was. Her office was being furnished specifically for her, its first ever occupant. Come to think of it, it was possible that Mariah hadn’t ever been inside to see how truly spacious it was. That gave Emily an idea.

“You know,” she said as she took her glasses off to clean them after their tussle, “I have to choose colors for my office tomorrow, too.”

Mariah slid the pillow down just enough to peer at Emily with curious golden eyes.

“Are you asking for my help?”

Emily put her glasses back on and nodded.

“You did a decent job with the nail polish,” she admitted, enjoying the way Mariah’s eyes lit up at the compliment. She ran her hands through her hair to smooth it out. Then, to keep her friend on her toes, she said, “Rick works tomorrow.”

Emily didn’t need to see Mariah’s whole face to know that she was blushing. She could only hope that Rick’s reaction the next day was just as entertaining. After all, she needed something to get her through until the next promotion came along.

#mayblade 2022 #beyblade #I need to write these two together more often tbh #I love their friendship #azikarue #azikarue394 #azrfic

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Do you paint your nails often? What colour are they currently? No, they're never painted. I honestly might just chip off the polish as soon as it dries because I find that more satisfying than the actual look of the nails, lol.

Look around the room - can you name 3 yellow objects? Branded envelopes from one of the clients I handle; my Butter tin can, and an unofficial Chimmy ballpen.

On which social platform do you have the most amount of friends or followers? How many is that? I have the same amount of followers/friends on Twitter and Facebook, which I literally just learned right now because this question made me look haha. Thanks for the surprise knowledge!

Who was the last person to recommend something to you, and what was it? We were thinking for a place to drink when Trisha, one of our former workmates who hung out with us last Friday, suggested this place she knows called Pierre's Reserve which is kind of like a hole in the wall bar in Katip.

We ended up going there and it was great, but I was so sleepy at the time that I was in no mood to party and didn't even want to be anywhere near the DJ. Thankfully our group was ushered to the soundproof private section of the bar so we can hang out in a quiet area. Is this what it's like to exit your youth years? LMAO

^Speaking of which, do you take note of other people's recommendations? If it seems like something I would get into then yes.

When was the last time you met or were introduced to someone new? Trisha's girlfriend, Ces. I kind of felt for her because all my current and former workmates were catching up with one another and had their own established banter already, and she was mostly quiet at the corner of the table, scrolling through her phone. I would've approached her but holy shit was I sleepy that entire dinner (I was barely talking among my workmates to begin with lol) that I wouldn't have been able to converse with her anyway.

What did you think of that person? She seems sweet! Not at all snobby or closed off. I think she could definitely open up after a few dinners with the team.

If you have pets, do you share many photos of them on your social media? Yes, including Kimi.

Which social platform do you use the most? And the least? I'm on Twitter the most often, by a landslide. As for least, that would be Tumblr as I'm only ever here when I have the time to take these.

Who was the last person you went out for a meal with? What did that person order? We had Trina's farewell dinner last Friday at a wine bar; we had clams, a cheese plate, and a couple plates of their specialty fries. I got a whiskey-based cocktail which I HATED HATED HATED and barely touched even though it cost me a fortune lol...and we had three bottles of wine, although I only had two glasses.

When was the last time you bought a new item of clothing? What did it look like? I don't think I've ordered a new article of clothing since pre-Bangkok. The last one from that spree though, I think, were my Dunk Lows. They're white with purple accents.

What colour are your favourite pair of shoes? How often do you wear them? ^ That. I literally never wear them ever lol unless I'm going someplace bougier than usual.

Who was the last person you hugged? What is that person's favourite food? Trina. I have no clue what her favorite is actually but I do know that she dislikes seafood. Trina why :(

What colour was the last butterfly you saw, if you can remember? Black.

Do you curse in public, or do you usually try to avoid it? Nah I wouldn't say so; I try to watch my mouth in public.

What colour is the logo of the supermarket you shop at most often? Blue and white.

Have you ever used a dating app? Which one(s)? I've used Bumble, but only for an ego boost cos I could see who potentially matched with me. I never talked to anyone the whole time I had the app.

What's the biggest book on your bookshelf? Any idea? Some encyclopedias I've owned since childhood. Man those things must be over 20 years old now...who knows what trivia in there have since been debunked/updated since then? I should take a look through them soon.

Do you have any alcoholic beverages in your fridge at the moment? I have quite a handful of beer left from the times I've had friends over. We also have a few bottles of wine.

Do you have plans to spend time with a friend soon? What do you have planned? Angela, Reena, and I want to get together soon but there's no date or plan set yet. It's just on the radar.

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Express Yourself With the Perfect Summer Manicure

There’s no better time to get a mani-pedi than summertime! With your toes and fingernails on full display in sandals and flip-flops, you might be tempted to try out a new color and style every week this summer. So what’s stopping you? Manicures and pedicures can be expensive, and nail salons might only have a limited number of solid colors available. You can ask for gems, glitter, or other designs, but there’s no guarantee that your nail salon will be able to create the look you’re going for. If you’re not familiar with nail art, it can be even more difficult to know what to ask for at the nail salon—or to attempt it at home yourself. Acrylic, gel, and semi cured gel nails can be great alternatives to painting your nails yourself. Why worry about staying inside the lines or being a master artist when you can shape your polish to fit your nail? Fake nails come in hundreds of designs so you can choose a set that fits your personal aesthetic. Whether you prefer a French manicure or tiny watermelons on your nails, there’s bound to be an acrylic or semi cured gel nails set that fits your needs. Semi cured gel nails are especially unique and easy to use at home. They’re made of liquid gel nail polish that molds to fit your fingernail and hardens when exposed to a UV lamp. They usually last for about two weeks, so you can try out plenty of new styles this summer. Need some suggestions for the cutest summer nail colors? Here are just a few designs that you can wear as semi cured gel nails during your trip to the beach or your night out with friends. - Bold Colors Summer is the perfect time to try out a bold color like yellow or turquoise blue. Your nails can be an accessory just like your purse, shoes, or earrings, so don’t be afraid to make a statement. If you find yourself gravitating towards your safe colors when you’re at the nail salon—probably muted pinks or reds—why not try out something new? Since semi cured gel nails last for two weeks, you can try out a funky color like this vibrant yellow and easily switch it out if it isn’t to your liking. You’ll be more likely to wear bright colors and floral patterns during the summer anyway, so it will be easy to find outfits that match. - Nude with Glitter Everyone feels like dressing up during the summer! If you have a wedding or birthday party to attend, you may be looking for nails that are formal but still have a little bit of personality. These gel nails in the shade “N Dress Up” are a peachy nude color with just a sprinkling of glitter and elegant, crisscrossed silver lines. They’re appropriately subtle with just a bit of summer sparkle. - Tropical Fruits This adorable semi cured gel pedicure gives such beachy vibes. If you’re going to a tropical location this summer, decorating your nails with summery fruits like pineapples or watermelons is the perfect way to set the mood. Alternating bold designs with solid colors gives any pedicure or manicure the ideal amount of balance. This set also includes solid yellow, green, white, and yellow gingham nails—all essential summer colors. - Ocean Blue If you’re headed to the beach this summer or even if you just love the ocean, a nail set that resembles the ocean or mermaid scales might be exactly what you need. These gorgeous blue nails are any mermaid’s dream come true. They’re patterned with decals that resemble the ocean when the sun hits it just right. - Marbled Nails This marbled manicure set in shades of yellow, orange, and purple is suitable for those nail lovers who want to try out some summer shades but are nervous to completely embrace bold primary colors. Muted secondary colors or colored French tip nails could be a great way to try some bolder shades. If you’re going for a look that’s more sophisticated than spontaneous, this set resembling a sunset or desert could be for you. - Fun Pastels Summer isn’t all about the primary colors. This nail set in shades of pastel green, pink, yellow, and purple with accents of gold is so playful and fun. It’s inspired by a merry-go-round and would be well-suited for any parade, carnival, or summertime fun. The French manicure style of the decals is even more subtle once it’s on your fingertips, making it easy to match. - Summer Sky Most people gravitate towards deep purple and blue nails in the wintertime, but this starry design would be a great summer twist on a darker color. The subtle glitter is achieved with a glossy yellow to make it look like stars. This style would be stunning at parties—especially if you have a deep blue or black dress to match. Read the full article

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I just found ur blog and read thru some of ur stuff and im in love !! Ur writing is nice to read, and always gives a nice picture of the situation

If its aight, could u do some headcannons for the demon bros Finding out mc goes real hard on housekeeping ? Im talking fast and good cleaning, does chores without problems, propably even cleans after them (totally doesnt mother them in anyway), all without complaint, mc just cares

Housekeeper MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

The fact that he didn't have to shove a mop and bucket into your hands like the evil stepmother has him like 👀👀

Out of every person he's met, you and Barb are the only ones that actually enjoy cleaning? And now he's wondering if you've been influenced by him in some way because got damn are those floors sparkling-

Ever since you've arrived, the house has been immaculate. But as much as he enjoys that, he worries that you aren't leaving enough chores for his brothers to do.

They're gonna be lazy at this rate, especially if you keep cleaning up after them like that. He's planning to sit you down and have a good talk about how you should rest a bit, and- D...did you polish his desk????

"MC... as grateful as I am to you, I thought I asked you to rest? You don't have to clean every little thing in this house. You're here as our guest, and more, so I won't have you behaving like a maid. But if you're that interested in keeping your hands busy, you may feel free to maintain my desktop. It looks as good as new, thanks to you."

Mammon

Oh, so you're one of THOSE types, huh? The goody goodies that like to make everything clean and sparkly, huh?? Well don't expect him to help ya!

Was an asshole at first. Made messes to see if you'd clean them, tried to dump his chores on you, etc. But now that you've stolen his heart? Yeah, he wants you to sit down.

You're messing up your hands with all that time spent scrubbing crevices and dusting ugly old paintings, when you could be spending time with him!

Tch, that's it! If it's chores that're keeping you from looking his way, he'll just finish them before you can do anything! Checkmate!

"You're always scrubbin' somethin'! Let my brothers take care of the messes, while YOU sit down and watch this movie with me! Ain't no point in watchin' it by myself, so I ain't takin' no for an answer!" "Huh?? Waddya mean 'when was the last time I vacuumed'??"

Levi

Oi oi oi...! What do you think you're doing with that feather duster?! You don't think you've got the right to approach his figures with it, do you?! WRONG!

But you quickly discover how ticklish Levi is, and he squirms out of your way while watching in horror as you... delicately handle every figure? And dust them from top to bottom, without so much as an accessory out of place..?

Wait... are you seriously okay with picking up all that trash?? S-some of it's sticky from all the junk food, and- Gah! Don't go messing around in his closet!!!

Yeahhh Levi doesn't let you clean his room lmao. It's way too stimulating to watch you carefully touch every surface in his room... I-it's like you're heaven everything with your presence, and...

"S-so yeah! The only things you're allowed to clean are the figures and the outside of Henry's tank! Nothing else, got it?! Anything more and I seriously won't be able to handle it...I won't even be able to sit still in my own room......." 👉👈

Satan

Satan found it funny how willing you were to take up every little chore there was to be done in the house and he's got to admit, reading is much more enjoyable in a tidy environment.

But what he REALLY wants to know is how you managed to dust off every single book in the house, his room included, without him?? Knowing?? And you've done every shelf as well, cleaned out the cobwebs behind it, and even repaired that little tear in the upholstery of his favorite arm chair????

Has also deduced that you're probably the maid character in the books that knows everything. Actually, you're a lot like Barbatos. What secrets are you hiding human 🔫

Just kidding. But yeah, when you insist on dusting his room, he follows you around the room and watches you. You know, just in case you fall or something falls on you! No other reason.

"As much as I like having you here all to myself, it makes me feel bad watching you do that by yourself. Why don't you we clean together? We'll get it done twice as fast, and when we're finished, I'd like to read a book to you. You remind me of a certain character from a murder mystery novel I've started."

Asmo

Eeehhh?!?!? You've seriously managed to organize both his endless skin care product collection, and his ENTIRE wardrobe?!? You're amazing...!

And you don't stop there. You were more than happy to clean his tub for him and everything, and you know how hard it is to get oil off the side of a tub, right? You're a lifesaver!

Asmo casually pawns off his chores too you. Oh, he just did his nails! Can you do the dishes? Ah, he just bought this outfit. Can you take out the trash? He's about to go out with his friends to a party, so be a dear and take care of the common bathroom for him?

Lucifer scolds the shit out of him every time he catches him doing that. You're welcome. But don't think Asmo won't repay you! He'll give you so much love, you'll be drowning in it! Figuratively or literally, depending on your preferences-

"Fufufu... if you wanted my attention, you should've just told me! You didn't have to go tidying up my shoe collection, but I'm happy you did~! If you keep spoiling me like this, I might not be able to keep my hands off of you! Unless... that's what you wanted?"

Beel

Things tend to get pretty messy with Beel around, with the trail of crumbs he always leaves in his wake, and how he manages to get every surface he touches sticky. But you must be a miracle worker...

You're like a living roomba, and his ravenous appetite is no match against your cleaning skills! You seem to predict when the food bits will fall, and it's thanks to you that he can eat without a care in the world!

It's actually kind of scary, though. He'll drop a bite of his sandwich and move down to retrieve it to eat, and... it's gone. Poof. Into the ether of the garbage can...

You can still rest once in a while though, you know? Beel offers to help you with the cleaning, and he's more than happy to let you climb up his shoulders to reach those high places. It makes him happy to know he can lend a hand.

"MC, I already cleaned over here so you don't have to do it. I cleaned there, too. That means you don't have anything else to do, so why don't you have a lunch break with me? It's not good to work so hard all the time."

Belphie

Belphie's one for the more observant brothers, so your clean freak habits didn't go unnoticed. He didn't know if you were obsessed with cleaning, or if you genuinely enjoyed it, but at least you were doing it without a fuss?

And man did you do a good job. Everywhere you cleaned was left with the lingering smell of vanilla and lavender, and... you know, the smell is making him sleepy.

Every pillow his head touches seems especially fluffy, too! When he found out you made a regular habit of washing and fluffing them, and they smell amazing... He feels like he's laying on a cloud...

He won't admit it genuinely, but he really does love what you're doing with the place. It makes him feel a little fuzzy inside when he finds his pillow on his bed, freshly laundered and soft to the touch. He clings to it extra tight those nights.

"You know if you keep this up, I might prefer the pillows to your lap. Ah, but don't worry, I don't really mean it. There's no way a pillow could replace you, no matter how good it smells. I think."

#I can vibe with this because I clean pretty often when I'm stressed and I just generally enjoy most cleaning #obey me #obey me!#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#shall we date? obey me!#shall we date obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie

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ireallydontknowdudee · 2 years

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Till Death Do Us Part |M.S.

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Reader

Summary: after years of being each others rocks, you are getting married to your better half Mick.

WARNINGS: this is extremely fluffy, couple German words (see translation in a/n)

Requested: yes! By @bekybekybeky!

Words: 2,485

A/N: okay so, I am in my feels. Maybe I got a little emotional writing this because I haven’t seen people in forever but this fic hit differently, idk why :,). Anyways enjoy, don’t forget that my requests are still open (smut, fluff, angst)! And enjoy the lil german lingo from ya German speaking fic writer

Ich werde dich lieben, biss dass der Tod uns scheidet= I am going to love you, till death do us part

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Not my GIF!

Rays of sunshine were beaming through the window of the old, prestigious palace, which was rich in history and situated in Bavaria. The palace was truly breathtaking, built out of pure sandstone and marble. 300 years earlier the King had held opulent balls in the very room, you would get married in today. You were currently in a former bedroom of the royal family, sitting on a comfortable, burgundy chair.

In front of you was a dressing table with a big mirror and in its reflection, you could see your group of friends behind you. Lizzy, one of your closest friends, gave you a warm, comforting smile, like she always did whenever a big event was about to take place.

“Are you ready? Shall we begin?” she said while running her fingers through your wet hair. Lizzy was doing your hair and makeup for the day, as she was the only person you trusted enough to style you and because you wanted an intimate moment with your bridal party without a stranger interfering.

You nodded with a slight smile on your lips. Tess, your best friend from college, handed you a mimosa, squeezed your shoulder and said:” Thought you might need that… you have to relaaaaax a little. Not too much though, we don´t want a drunk bride at the ceremony.” She then took a sip of her own drink and giggled a little.

Lizzy grabbed the blow-dryer and curling iron and began styling your hair. While she was depositing heat- protection in your long hair, she made eye contact with you and spoke:” Alright, let´s do this.”

The tall redhead dried each section carefully and brushed through your hair a couple of times, before she started to curl it with the tool in her palm. In the meantime, Tess commenced to paint your nails with a dusty pink nail polish, which was perfectly color matched to the spring flowers you have incorporated into your bouquet. You took some deep breathes and nipped on the alcoholic beverage in your hand, to follow your friend´s advice and to your surprise it wasn´t too hard to calm down, possibly because of the great company you were in. These girls had always been there for you when you needed them, be it for small or big things or in happy or sad moments. In a couple of hours, they would be part of another joyful milestone of your life and you couldn´t be more grateful for that. A chuckle escaped your lips as you watched Tess and Lizzy being goofy with each other as usually.

After Lizzy had finished your hair and locked her masterpiece into place with some hairspray, she selected a few eyeshadow palettes she deemed to be suitable for bridal makeup and tested some shadows out on your arm to make sure that they would look good together on your skin tone. She looked pleased with her picks and reached for some makeup remover wipes and brushes, to rid one body part of yours of the muted nude shades and to reapply them somewhere else with artistic vision and precision. You had your eyes closed, so Lizzy had room to do her work, and you didn´t notice that your parents had entered the room to bring you your wedding dress and shoes, which they had picked up from the tailor on the way to the romantic palace.

“You look absolutely stunning, baby” your mom said with a crack in her voice, which indicated that she was trying to hold back tears. Now that you were aware of their presence, you opened your eyes to look at your father and mother, who were standing on the left side of the mirror. The red eyes of your mom confirmed your previous assumption that she was battling with her emotions, which made you emotional too, because you simply couldn´t be around crying loved ones without shedding a tear or two yourself.

“No, mom, don´t even start. You know I can´t hold back once I start and we don´t want to ruin Lizzy´s art, especially because we don´t have time to re-do all of this,” you pointed at your face “again.”

“Alright, alright,” your mom lifted her hands to signalize that she understood “I will try my best to keep it together until the ceremony.”

Your dad, who had just been looking at you with fatherly pride in his eyes since they had entered the spacious room you were in, said:” We hung up the dress in the closet and the shoes are in there too, kiddo.”

You thanked both and smiled as they grabbed one of your hands each. Your parents didn´t say a word, they just looked at you with love and content in their eyes, knowing that the little bundle of joy they had welcomed into the world all those years ago was about to fully commit to the man she had been in love with and to solidify the foundation for a family of her own. Your mother reached into her pocket with her free hand, pulled an object out and placed it into your hand.

She kissed your forehead gently and whispered:” Grandma wore it on her special day, I wore it on mine, and you are going to be the third generation to do so today. I won´t say more, because it would make us cry for sure, just know that I can´t wait to see you out there in a little bit.” With that she left with your father, who would wait at your pre-planned rendezvous, ready to walk you down the aisle and to give you away. In your hand was a delicate silvery necklace with a small diamond pendant and you immediately put it on. The cold sensation of the metal gave you goosebumps and you looked down on you to admire the piece of jewelry that was adorning your neck.

“Your parents always have the perfect timing,” Lizzy said and drew your attention back to your reflection “I am done. What do you think?”

“It´s perfect Liz, I love it and I hope Mick will love it too,” you smiled. The thought of your soon to be husband was enough to send shivers down your spine.

“He would be a fool not to, you look like a goddess, but let’s get you into that dress now to complete the look,” Tess replied in a mockingly strict tone and handed you the bridal underwear she had been tasked to pick out. Blood came rushing to your cheeks as you laid your eyes on the thin, lacy underwear, that didn´t leave much room for imagination, but you didn´t protest and just changed out of your robe into the white panties, stockings and bralette. In a matter of seconds, the girls around you helped you slide into your dress and Tess laced up the corset in record time, something, you believed, she had picked up from being rather adventurous in the bedroom. A wave of tightness hit you as she pulled on the strings to make the upper part of your dress hug your figure in the most flattering way, putting emphasis on your chest and your waist.

With a critical look you checked your reflection one last time in the mirror, your hands running down the sides of the garment to straighten out creases that didn´t exist. You were more than ready to get married so you inhaled deeply for one last time, before you carefully picked up the flowy material of the skirt to start walking towards your dad.

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Little compliments and words of encouragement hit your earlobe. It wasn´t clear to you if your dad only tried to keep your nervousness at bay or also his own, but all that mattered to you was that you weren´t alone, because you were convinced that you would trip and fall without your father´s arm guiding you.

Classical music was coming from the room the ceremony was held in and you knew that now was your time to walk in. The short moment of inner Zen in the dressing was long gone and you were a shaking mess when you made your first couple of steps. You lifted your gaze of the ground in front of you and you were immediately met with the blue eyes of the blonde athlete at the other side of the room. Although you were still far away from Mick, you could tell that his eyes were watery and his lip was somewhat trembling, eyeing you, his bride, from head to toe. Everyone had their eyes on you in fact, but you didn´t even notice your family and friends, who were standing to the left and right of you, you were too busy focusing on your fiancée. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and your hands were covered in a thin layer of sweat but you couldn´t care less about it. You took your time because you tried to take in the view you were blessed with. Mick was wearing a custom-made black suit with intricate stitching, nothing too flashy, as it simply wasn´t his style; his hair was pushed back, and a big smile was on his face.

Finally, you were standing next to Mick, and you took his hands into yours, holding onto them tightly, making your knuckles turn white from the force. The two of you have been merely separated for roughly 16 hours as you had been staying with Tess and Lizzy in an Airbnb for the night, to not spoil the first look, but you had truly missed him. You never wanted to spend another night without him next to you with his muscular arms wrapped around you in a protective manner, which made you feel so secure and loved, and you knew you never had to again, because you were about to enter a union for life with the man you adored.

“My god, you are taking my breath away,” Mick whispered affectionately and barely loud enough for you to hear.

“I could say the same thing about you, my darling.”

Seb, who had agreed to co- officiate with an employee of the magistrate, cleared his throat to signal that the ceremony was about to start. The magistrate said his lines to legally marry you and Mick, but Seb was there for a more personal and unique exchange of vows.

“Today, we have gathered here, in this beautiful palace, to celebrate the union of two souls,” Seb began “two individuals, that I have known for many years. I want to start with a little story to tell you more about the couple in front of me. Approximately four years ago I was talking to Mick in the paddock; it was the beginning of a new season, that means new teams, new liveries and new co-workers. We were talking about the usual nonsense, nothing worth remembering really, when suddenly the topic shifted, and Mick began talking about this incredible woman he had met. They had met at a small gas station, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Her car had broken down, he told me, and she had been waiting at the gas station for a friend to pick her up, but the friend was stuck in city traffic, so Mick, being the gentleman that he is, offered to give her a ride, when he noticed that she needed help. It didn´t take long for these two to warm up to each other and they had spent the car ride back to the city laughing and getting to know each other. They had exchanged numbers when he had dropped her off, but Mick was hesitant to text her, not because he wasn´t interested in her. No, he wasn´t sure if he would be good enough for her, so I had to encourage him a little bit to reach out, like I tend to do. Unbeknownst to him, she had that same internal struggle, which means that in front of me I have two humble lovers, who were absolutely stunned by each other’s qualities and strived and continue to strive to be the best version of themselves for each other, to give each other the love they clearly deserve. And now I would like to hear from you your vows to eternalize this ever-growing love.”

You cleared your throat and spoke:” My love. You are my best friend, my partner in crime, my goofball, my hero and my rock, but most importantly, the love of my life. Every day, no matter how hard it might be, especially when you are racing and things are not going the way we hoped they would, I feel incredibly grateful to have you in my life. You brighten it up so much and just honestly make me smile like an idiot. I promise to love and support you, no matter what comes our way, and I promise to be by your side for the rest of your life.”

By the time you had finished your vow, you had tears rushing down your cheeks. Thank God for waterproof mascara, otherwise you would´ve looked like a racoon by now. Mick wiped your tears away and gently brushed a stray hair behind your ear. He wanted to kiss you so badly, but he knew he couldn´t do that before saying his own vows, so instead he just smiled at you while you slipped his wedding band onto his right ring finger.

Mick took your wedding ring, with his name engraved into it, and looked straight into your eyes. The German man said:” Mein Liebling, first, I have to thank you for being the best partner I could have ever asked for. I know it´s not easy to be with a racing driver, our lives aren´t easy for multiple reasons, one of them being on the road constantly, but you are nothing but kind and supportive. I am not sure what I did to deserve a woman like you, but I sure am lucky to be able to call you mine and to love you. I love every little thing you do, no matter how small it is or how much you might dislike it, I love it, because it makes you the person that you are, who is perfect to me. I promise to be the best man I am capable of being, for you, for us, for our future kids. Ich werde dich lieben, bis dass der Tod uns scheidet.” He slipped the ring onto your finger and kissed you without waiting for the infamous words by Seb. His hands were on your lower back, holding you tight. In that moment you felt infinite. For you it was just him and you, two spirits bonded by inexplicable feelings for each other, in a magnificent marble hall with stained glass windows.

#formula one #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher x reader #formula one fanfiction #f1 driver x reader #f1 driver x you #formula one fluff #formula one imagine #mick schumacher fluff

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iturmom · 2 years

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ranking sasuke’s canon outfits

bc i love him and he’s a fashion icon and i feel like it :)

the og. yes this is sfw sasuke i didn’t want to put effort into finding images :) so this is a good outfit. gives me frat boy vibes which to be fair he prob would have grown up to be a frat boy if his life wasn’t so pitifully tragic. 8/10

rock the romphim babey boy!!!! he is very emo and hardcore and he wants you to tell by looking at him. 6/10

orochimaru’s thotty outfit for sasuke!!!!!! fully exposed torso. cute glove thingies that kinda match his shoes which are not like other shinobi sandals tm (but they’re cute). the weird skirt thing has grown on me over the years. the pirate shirt!!!!!!! which is very easy to pull down for his signature move of being shirtless. one of the most iconic imo 10/10

he is picking out his own clothes now and he is doing veery good!!! reminding everyone he’s still emo. still hardcore with the bandages. still obsessed with killing itachi. still planning on pulling his shirt down at the earliest convenience. 10/10

bringin back the high collar 7/10

we didn’t even get nail polish. i want my money back. his outfit clashes with the cloak 6/10

he kinda looks like two kids pretending to be an adult man. 7/10

emo hair but uchiha hair. this outfit gives me “i don’t care about fashion i just want my clothes to be practical” 10/10

my favorite outfit to make fun of. this image smells like filled ashtrays, bong water, piss and sweat. he has been awake for the entirety of this 3 day music festival and he has ripped off so many junkies into buying dirt weed. anyway can he sleep on your couch, just for one night? he lives in an abandoned dilapidated house in the woods where he and his junkie friends just smoke weed. unironically 100/10 he is a fashion icon. i love the outfit under the drug rug too it’s chef’s kiss

gay emo mormon dilf. he covers a lot of bases with this one. 10/10

honorable mention when he was in ninja jail. something about the op, hate filled, revolutionary, self-titled avenger sasuke uchiha in a straight jacket, body completely bound and god level ocular jutsu sealed does something to my brain. to see him so vulnerable, so absolutely pathetic and hopeless. it makes me feel some typa way. like he’s always been trying to be the most op ninja and he finally achieved that and willingly gave away all his rights and autonomy. 10/10

#sasuke uchiha #i know this concept is probably overdone but my opinion is the most correct #he is a fashion icon #emo fashion owes him everything #i would die for him

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caramelcal · 3 years

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His Favorite Girl

a/n: HELLO. (sounding like the guy in the cinema cba lol) anyways I have returned for a brief period of time to share this update with you guys. It’s based off of this request here: “ Do you think you could write a Luke x gang again where maybe he has to leave for work during sex and the reader touches herself out of frustration and he comes back and finds her ?”

STOP BECAUSE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT WHAT THE REQUESTER WANTED BUT ILL WRITE SOMETHING AGAIN BUT LIKE JUST TH REQUEST IF THATS WHAT YOU GUYS WANT SDGHGDFGBH but this is kinda a part 2 to the Bambi/His Favorite Secret series thingy cause a few people wanted that! thank you guys so much for all the love mwah

i should literally be studying rn but im not so <3 im very sorry for this abomination lol

sorry for the long a/n guys! :( enjoy x

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smutty stuff (fucking, fingering, anal and all that...ive never written this before so PLS PLS PLS give me feedback omg) uh choking, doesn’t have a daddy kink in this but sir is mentioned. talks of being tied up and being tied up? talks about overstim... he calls her little girl at one point...

“Luke! Stop moving!” She lightly slapped her boyfriend’s hand, to which he groaned in return. Her tongue stuck out slightly from between her lips in concentration, eyebrows furrowing as she returned to the task she had firmly put her mind to. That was, until the blond giant moved again, “Luke!”

“Bambi,” Luke echoed lightly, using his nickname for the smaller girl in front of him who looked up at him with an unimpressed facial expression.

“You’re gonna ruin it,” She mumbled lightly, pointing back down at her artwork which Luke only then first looked at. It was safe to say, although he shouldn’t have been, he was thoroughly shocked.

His nails, which his girl had somehow managed to convince him into painting weren’t black, or blue. No, they were bright, blasting, hot pink. He groaned lightly, wondering just how exactly she had managed to rope him into this and just how he was going to hide his nails from the rest of the gang later on tonight when he -they- met up with them tonight.

She was a bundle of both nerves and excitement, finally getting to meet Luke’s closest friends. It had been about a week since their argument, and now she was meeting his friends. It seemed like everything was moving in the right direction, thankfully. She couldn’t wait to be honest, very much looking forward to being able to hear more about Luke from his friends, and just meeting them in general.

They seemed fun.

Well, as fun as gang members could be. She probably should have been more cautious surrounding them, but Luke got her guard down so quickly and she was yet to regret that. How scary could they possibly be considering the man in front of her, soft blond curls held back by her bunny bath headband, nails painted hot pink, was supposed to be the scariest man in the whole city.

“Cal’s gonna rip the piss outta me for this, Bambi,” He complained softly, with no plans to take the polish off of his nails as he looked at his girlfriend, between his legs, small hand wrapped around the bottle of nail polish with her other hand laying against his knee.

She couldn’t help the small upturn of her lips as she blew softly against the nail polish on his fingernails, not patient enough to let it airdry despite it being a fast-drying polish. She shrugged lightly, head flopping to the side adorably as Luke stared down at her, resisting the urge to run his hands through her hair; another issue he had with the wet paint on his fingernails.

“I think it looks great, we’re matching,” She then flaunted the bright pink color that coated her own nails, and Luke’s lips twitched into a grin, careful not to ‘aww’ at the cute words that came out of the smaller girl’s mouth.

He hummed lightly, leaning back against the couch but his baby blues never leaving her face, “They look a lot better on you than they do me, Bambi.”

“I think they’re cute,” The girl climbed onto his lap, making Luke take a deep intake of breath as she sits barely an inch away from a rather sensitive area of his. She, however, seemed to pay no attention to the risen area of his jeans as she leaned against his chest, face hidden in the crook of his neck, soft breaths from her mouth fanning against his neck.

He twisted to give her a small kiss on the forehead, to which she responds by kissing his neck softly, lips staying against his neck as her hand traveled up his stomach up to his neck, holding him close as she began to kiss the base of his neck more.

“Lu,” She whispered softly, “How much time have we got?”

“Like an hour, baby. Why?”

However, the girl never replied verbally, and instead repositioned herself carefully, Luke’s neck void from her warmth before her hand started to travel down, painfully slow, until it landed right above the tent in his jeans. His eyes traveled up to meet hers, eyebrow raised as she dropped her hand down barely, lips struggling to pull the smirk away.

He lifted his hands to her back, going to reposition her before she shook her head, “Your nail polish, Lu. Hands down.”

His hands didn’t move, frozen in place around her clothed waist. His nails were long since dried, she knew that, but she liked this. She liked the intake of breath he took when her hand ghosted over the hardened cock in his jeans, the way he couldn’t lift his hands; scared to smudge the pink on his nails.

He was restricted. Oh, how the tables had turned.

Her hand gently palmed against his hardened, clothed cock, causing a grumble to emit from his throat. It was a deep rumbling sound, -something that the girl had heard numerous times but would never get used to.

To her, everything about Luke was perfect, even his moans.

“Bambi, you know the rules about teasing-”

Her lips attached to his, cutting him off rather efficiently, pressing softly as she continued to palm him through his jeans, gently rocking on his thigh. He moaned into their kiss, her tongue, as a reflex, finding its way into his mouth. Their tongues pressed against one another, lips still pressed together as her spare hand crawled up to the back of his neck, playing with his soft curls.

Her palm pressed into his fully hardened cock now, his tongue swiping over her lips before tugging on it, pulling apart, breathless. His hands found a place on her waist, guiding her softly but firmly, taking back the control he craved.

Looking her straight in the eyes, one of Luke’s hands went around her neck, thumb pulling her lower lip down as he unbuckled his belt with one hand, taking his cock out of its confined clothing and bringing her hand down to hold onto it. It wasn’t the first time that she had given him a handjob, and it wouldn’t be the last, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous.

Despite not being a virgin when she met Luke, she still lacked a lot of experience that Luke definitely had. She knew that he would never judge her, but that never stopped the nerves that festered.

“All shy all of a sudden, Bambi?” He mocked, hand around her neck tightening as he bit down on her ear lobe, gently tugging at it before letting out a breath, “All big and brave, teasing Sir, aren’t you? If you’re going to start it, then you’re going to finish it. On your knees. Now.”

Releasing a shaky breath, the girl clambered out of Luke’s lap dropping to the floor, in a similar position to the one she had been in minutes before, only in a more sexual manner. Her lips met the tip of his cock, tongue lightly swiping across the base.

His hand grabbed firmly onto the hair on the back of her head, holding her steady as she got used to the feeling of his cock in her mouth before thrusting against her. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, sending vibrations up him, releasing a deep moan from his throat.

“Suck, little girl,” Luke commanded deeply, leaving no room for argument as the smaller girl abided to his command, tongue swiping over him as she reached up to cover the last part of his cock with her hand.

Yet, she didn’t get much further when a ringing sounded through the room, Luke groaning but ultimately pulling away from the girl who stayed on the floor, watching Luke as he grabbed his phone.

“What?” He gritted his teeth lightly, trying to keep his frustration at bay after being interrupted.

He sighed softly, not looking at the small girl with furrowed eyebrows still on the floor as he pulled his jeans back up, clambering to get shoes on and getting ready to leave, hanging the phone up.

“Luke what’s going on?”

“Gang shit, Bambi. I gotta get going, be ready for six, we’re meeting Cal, Ash, and Mike later, remember?” He offered her no more words, but she can tell he isn’t angry at her, just due to their interruption.

However, she can’t help but be frustrated at the interruption, waiting until after Luke leaves to huff and puff about it before starting to get ready.

. . .

“Luke has this old penguin fan account on Instagram from like seven years ago. There’s this one picture on there with him with a penguin hat-”

“Cal, stop,” Luke interrupted Cal swiftly, an arm going around his smaller girlfriend’s waist who looked far too amused by the embarrassing things about Luke that Cal was telling.

“No, no, Calum please keep going. Please,” The girl begged, feeling very comfortable around the Maori boy. They were pleasant, to her at least, and so far they had made her feel very comfortable and very much at home. It was hard to believe that the people joking with her where infamous mobsters, ones that were feared all across the city, and state.

They had met in Ashton’s house, who she had already met before, at six o’clock. It turns out gang members like to be punctual, or maybe it was only these ones.

Luke was in a bit of a hurry once he arrived back home, with no time to finish what he and his girl had started before he had to leave in a hurry, leaving her oh so frustrated. This was only magnified when she saw him afterward, ready to head to Ash’s in that pale pink silk button-up that only seemed like it would suit him; like it was made specifically for him.

Maybe it was.

Luke was never shy of customized clothing, cars, or anything he wanted honestly. If you have the money, why not? Was always his answer when she asked why he seemed to wear all of these expensive items. If it wasn’t custom-made, it was a high-quality designer that he wore, she rarely ever found him in anything that didn’t smell of cash and high-class, -far too expensive but albeit intoxicating- cologne.

This money of Luke’s also happened to extend to her also. He was never shy of picking her up a few things, letting her have his card for shopping and now, he started going out shopping with her too. He didn’t look like the type that would go out with his ‘girlfriend’ or anyone, but in the case of her, he followed her around like a lost puppy; willing to hold her bags, let her drain his bank account. Not that she did, anyway. She was still mindful, even if Luke had more money than he knew what to do with.

“Nah, can’t. Don’t want Luke to kill me for embarrassing me in front of his precious little girlfriend,” Calum teased lightly, shaking his head as his eyes darted to meet Luke’s baby blues. Truthfully, Luke could pretend to be annoyed at Cal and the rest for exposing his old penguin Instagram account but he was just glad to see them getting along with the girl that owned his heart.

She was the first girlfriend that his best friends seemed to approve of. He didn’t normally bring his girlfriends to meet them, but the ones he did, the boys he called his best friends didn’t usually like them. For the first time, Luke could actually see a future with the girl in front of him, beamingly smiling as Cal and Michael joke about with her and laughing at their attempts of humor.

God, he loved her.

“So, do you think they like me?” She asked the moment they got home, the door shut behind them. Luke turned around, staring at the wide-eyed girl with a small smile on his lips.

Did she seriously not realize how much they liked her? Especially with how much joking that they had done with her, he was certain that she would have realized but then again, she wasn’t the most self-assured person when it comes to new people. He nodded his head, “Yeah, Bambi. They really liked you.”

Luke would never get over the way her eyes sparkled, his smile only growing. She looked amazing in that red silky dress that he had bought her, and he looked just as good in the coral colored button-up he was wearing.

Their lips met softly, Luke bending down slightly to meet her lips as the girl went up on her tiptoes, bare feet on the top of Luke’s shoes. He didn’t mind, in fact, he barely even realized as he swiped his tongue across her bottom lip for access which she quickly gave him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, one entangling in his blond curls, while his went around her waist and one under her ass, lifting her up.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, lips never breaking away from his as she moaned into the kiss. She pushed herself closer to him as the kiss heated up, eyes closed as Luke tried his best to navigate the way to their bedroom. Thankfully, even with his eyes partially closed and completely distracted by the soft lips on his, he managed to get there, fumbling with the doorknob before kicking the door open.

Luke pulled away quickly to get a breath, now at the edge of the bed as his mouth went to the side of her face, pressing kisses along her neck before whispering in a sinfully sultry voice, “Let’s finish what we started earlier, huh?”

With that, she was placed down on the bed, staring at Luke with a glaze in her eyes, lust, lips slightly swollen as he pushed her dress up, nudging her underwear to the side. His fingers ghosted over her pussy, making her take a ragged intake of breath. He was on top of her, watching her as she awaited every movement of his fingers, completely helpless under his touch.

“So wet for me, baby,” He murmured, pressing a few chaste kisses against the base of her neck as he rubbed her slit. She didn’t reply just yet, whining lightly when he slowed down his movements, coming to a stop, “Tell me what you want baby.”

“You, Lu. I want you, sir,” Her words flooded out of her mouth quickly, the aching between her legs becoming too much. If Luke didn’t do something about it soon then she would have to. She stared up at his smirking face above her. His fingers pulled away from her, making her whine as he reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and letting his cock spring free from its confines.

He looked up at her as he repositioned himself, her squirming with need beneath him before he lined his tip at her entrance, baby blues meeting her eyes, “You sure?”

She nodded vigorously in return, but Luke didn’t move, commanding lightly, “Words, baby.”

“Please Luke, I’m sure. Please fuck me.” He swatted her thigh at the sound of the swear falling from her lips but obliged nonetheless, plunging deep into her letting out a moan, her strangled moan following behind.

He plunged in once again, hitting a spot that made her whimper and moan at the same time, hands reaching around to his back, clawing on the now exposed skin. Luke’s hips are flushed against hers as he goes deep inside of her once again, both moaning.

“Fuck, Bambi,”

Luke’s pace quickened, thrusts becoming sloppier as he continued to thrust into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over, moans filling the room with small pleads from her and soft curses from him.

Then a phone went off. Luke froze inside of her, and she groaned, sweaty, a mess, and incredibly sexually frustrated. She could feel Luke sitting inside of her; how big he was. She thought that he was going to ignore the phone call, to continue something that they were robbed of earlier. He wasn’t really going to let them be interrupted twice today, was he?

He reached over to the bedside table, picking his phone up and looking at the caller ID before sighing. He pulled out of her, baby blues looking at her with a frown, “I need to take this.”

“Luke,” It was a plead. For him to stay with her, to let them finish what they started. She shuffled lightly until she was sitting in front of him, on her knees. Her hand went to the side of his face, caressing it gently as she put her face at his neck, “Stay with me, Sir. I need you.”

He knew exactly what she was trying to do, but he wasn’t going to fall for it. He pulled away from her, gripping onto her side as a warning with his free hand, “No, Bambi.”

His voice was low, a warning for her to stop what she was doing as he sent her a pointed look. He didn’t even let her make another move or get another word in before he was back in his jeans and walking out of the room, leaving her alone.

The seconds that she was alone turned into minutes, and those minutes turned into ten, then fifteen. She shifted uncomfortably, still on edge and incredibly frustrated. It didn’t seem like Luke was coming back as he had left without saying goodbye or telling her where he was going to be or how long. Was this all because she had tried to get him to stay?

Well, if he wasn’t going to get back, she would have to take stuff into her own hands. Leaning back, her hand reached her own clit, rubbing desperately, basking in the feeling once again. This time, she would get the job done.

Her fingers slipped inside of her, curling into her, moans softly filtering out of her lips. She was close, her fingers covered in her own slick as she continued to curl her hands into herself, soft pants falling from her lips as she spread her legs more to get a better angle, trying to go deeper.

Her hands would never be as good as Luke’s though, her small fingers not holding a torch to his digits. He knew everything that made her squirm, even better than she did, he had her all decoded, knew how to navigate her better than anyone else ever could.

“Baby I need to get-” Luke opened the door, stopping when his eyes met her figure on the middle of the bed, fingers inside of her as soft breaths fell from her lips. Her head titled back, eyes lidded as he froze on the spot before a smirk made its way onto his face.

“Really?” He asked incredulously, sauntering up to the bed before grabbing onto her wrist, pulling her fingers out of her desperate cunt making her whine. Her eyes met his, which never strayed, even after he brought her hand up to his mouth and swirling his tongue around her slick-covered digits.

“Lu-”

“Quiet,” He shut her up quickly, voice hard and commanding, something that made nerves bundle in her stomach and turned her on even more. He stood up again, sauntering over to the dresser before pulling a belt from the top of it, grabbing her hands and confining them with the thick leather, “Since you can’t keep your hands off of that pretty little pussy of mine, I guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

Luke pulled her up to the headboard, hooping the leather around there and tightening it. When he let go, she pulled against the leather restraints, only to find her hands unable to move from their position at the headboard.

“So desperate to cum, baby? Well, you’ll be desperate to stop after I make you come over and over until there’s no more cum left in your body and you're writhing beneath me. Do you understand me, baby?”

“Yes Sir,” She whimpered out in return, nodding her head as she breathed heavily, watching Luke’s hand as it trailed teasingly down her side until it reached her pussy, a finger flicking up and down it, making her hips jerk up.

“But first of all, I need to go deal with the drug run. See you later, Bambi.”

And with a smirk on his face, Luke left his girlfriend there, tied up to the bed, whining for him to come back. And he would, and when he did, she wouldn’t be walking for days afterward.

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings x y/n #gang!luke hemmings x reader #gang!luke hemmings #gang!luke hemmings x oc #luke hemmings gang #luke hemmings smut #luke hemmings x oc

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apparentlyaswarmofbees · 3 years

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In What Way You Will Match With The Brothers

Guess who is weak for matching stuff? Yep, it me-

Lucifer

We all know he is a very picky guy, he likes accessories that are small but meaningfull, he doesn't like things too flashy, but he also prefers if whatever he is wearing stood out.

So with that said, you guys would most likely have matching cuff links.

He would never be seen not wearing them. It's there on his RAD uniform, on his casual clothes and heck, he even manages to make them stay in place while changing into his demon form.

And whenever he sees you wearing your pair too? If this wasn't Lucifer he would be skipping in the hallway like thay vine of a guy skipping to the sound of run away with me.

Not that he basically isn't on the inside anyways.

It's an accessory that both gives his image a less intimidating presence and makes you two look like a power couple. It's a very strange feeling.

Mammon

Canonly, on his birthday, we have the option to have matching rings with Mammon.

And honestly, I am obsessed with the rings Mammon wears, so yes, you guys would have matching rings.

He wears his on his thumb, he tends to turn it and play with it unconsciously as a way to soothe himself.

He definetelly wears it on the thumb of the hand you hold the most or on the opposite hand from the one you wear yours, so that whenever you guys hold hands there will be an extra connection.

Sometimes he leaves a small kiss on your ring. Do the same to him, please, it never fails to make him stutter.

Leviathan

Levi isn't much on an accessory guy unless it's related to a cosplay, so I believe he would be really fond of having matching phone charms.

He has become distracted many times by it while using his D.D.D. because oh lord he can't believe this is actually real!!

His heart will never fail to skip a beat when he sees the same charm on your D.D.D.

It's a very cute sight to have both of you sit together, phones in hand, showing each other stuff or playing games together, your charms dangling around side by side.

He definetelly starts sleeping with his phone besides his head more often.

Satan

As the king of cheesy romance, the cat man would very much agree to match anything with you, but you know what would be the most romantic with this introvert demon specifically? Matching bracelets.

The feeling of it on his wrist becomes a calming presence, it grounds him down whenever he starts loosing his senses.

And the fact that whenever he is reading, it will be right on his line of sight? Distracting, sure, but damn he loves it.

He makes sure to always hold your hand that has your match of the bracelet.

At some point a cat he was playing with almost accidentally snapped it and Satan short circuited for half a second at how many emotions he was feeling because of it.

Asmodeus

Having matching things with Asmo is a given to anyone who is close to him.

That being said, you guys would match many things: clothes, shoes, nail polish, make up, profile pics, you decide.

But out of all the things he matches with you, there is only one that he will simply not be seen without: A single earring.

He wears one and you wear the other on opposite ears. He loves to squish his cheek onto yours and show off to the world that you two look adorable with those earrings.

He always has a moment he almost takes it out to put another pair of earrings but proceeds to scratch the decision right after as he loves it too much.

Beelzebub

You would definetelly have matching necklaces with Beel.

He will most likely hold onto it unconsciously whenever he feels distressed, the feeling of it around his neck becoming a grounding presence too.

He's also very prone to staring at it in the mirror or just mesmerizing it in general from time to time.

Just like his brothers, he will not be seen without it, and he loves to see you wearing yours.

Whenever ge gives you a hug, he has the tendency go let his thumb touch the chais/strings of your necklace.

This baby is soft.

Belphegor

Just like his twin, you guys would have matching necklaces, only with him it would definetelly be a locket necklace.

He also tends to hold onto it when he feels distressed, but mostly always has a hand close to it when he is asleep now.

What is inside the locket? Surprisingly, a family pic. Two to be precise: one with Lilith, the other with you.

He always has the softest of looks on his face whenever he opens it.

Sometimes when he lays down on you, he will place his head right over your own locket.

#obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #i wrote this instead of sleeping

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