#but he's probably one of my ALL time favorite composers so if you ever wanna jump into his music i can give recs
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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble
hii!! first off i wanna say congrats on 5k you deserve it so much!! can i do remus lupin and fake dating please and ty!
Thanks so much lovely!
cw: alcohol
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 969 words
“Your favorite color is green,” you say, passing Remus a glass of champagne.
His brow twitches as he takes it from you, holding it by the stem like an adult. You adjust your grip on yours accordingly. “What?”
“Your friend Sirius cornered me by the bar. I panicked.”
“Ah.” Remus tucks a tongue into his cheek, just shy of the corner of his mouth, and takes a sip. “I’ve always told him I didn’t have a favorite.”
You chew your lip, nodding. “Okay. That’s okay, we can just say you told me because you’re, like, so into me.”
He chuckles. “So into you I divulged to you the deep, dark secret of my favorite color?”
“Mhm. Think he’ll buy it?”
“He might, actually.” He takes another sip of his champagne, and you remember to have a bit of yours. You could probably use it. Remus looks perfectly composed, and surprisingly dapper in his suit, done up to the top button with the collar just barely brushing a thin, pale scar circling a third of his neck. Contrastly, you’re a jumble of nerves. “Sirius likes to think I’m holding out on them, it might fit into his narrative that I’d kept it a secret all these years.”
“And if he does figure it out, we could probably just tell him, right?” you ask, and somehow your champagne is half gone. Damned duplicitous, narrow glasses.
Remus’ smile softens as it bubbles down your throat, and you know he can read what you’re thinking on your face. You’re a shit actress, an even worse liar. You’re going to ruin this for him.
“We could,” he says, “but he’ll only tell James.”
“Really?” You look at the man still standing by the bar, now chatting with a blonde you don’t know but suspect in a few minutes will have to pretend you’ve heard Remus talk about a million times. Sirius has managed to wear a leather jacket to a wedding, thrown on right after the reception in what Remus has informed you is typical fashion for him. He grins with one half of his mouth as he talks, flashing canines when he really means it. “He doesn’t strike me as a narc.”
Remus steps closer to you as someone moves past him, lowering his voice. You can smell his cologne, woody and vaguely sweet. “He’s not. He and James tell each other everything, though.”
“Oh. That’s sweet, actually.”
James is the one you’re really here for. It’s his wedding, and months ago when he and his fiancee sent out invitations he’d asked if Sirius or Remus would need a plus-one. Sirius said yes immediately, and by some manner you can’t say you understand but Remus assures you is very typical of them, this evidently devolved into a bet on whether Remus could actually find a date that met his standards and that he was willing to ask to come to the wedding with him.
As it turns out, Remus is more competitive than you would have guessed.
According to James and Sirius, no one is ever good enough for him. You’re here to disprove that, though you don’t love that your work crush asked you out because he couldn’t find anyone he wanted to actually date. Still, Remus is your friend, and you were never going to say no to helping him. If you’d known you’d get to see him in this suit, you probably would have said yes even faster.
“Do you want another?” Remus asks, and you look down to find your champagne glass is empty.
“Oh my gosh, sorry.” You set the glass down on a nearby table, embarrassment a tickle over your skin. “Yeah, probably best not.”
“Don’t be sorry.” He tilts his head at you, smiling in that gentle, kind way of his. “You’re here not on a job, love, you should have a good time.”
“I feel like I am, a little bit.” Your laugh bubbles out of you easily, fizzy like the champagne. “I want to at least act like someone your friends believe you could be interested in.”
“Just be yourself,” Remus reassures you. “They’ll believe it.”
Something in your gut flitters at what that could mean. You don’t let yourself think on it. “What if I wanted to dance?”
He smiles. “Then you should do that.”
“But would you dance with me?”
“I would hold your things for you.” His grin takes on a sheepish quality. “Find a chair to watch with all the other lame boyfriends.”
You tsk. “You’re not lame, Remus.” He looks like he wants to contradict you, but he kisses his teeth instead. “I think I’d rather stay with you, if that’s alright. We can go sit in chairs amongst the lame boyfriends if you like.”
Remus considers you for a moment. The sky has turned a deep blue around you, the string lights hung up around the space casting a warm glow that filters through his hair and makes it appear more golden than brown. “I would go dance with you if you wanted me to,” he admits.
You blink. “Really?”
“Well, maybe not dance so much as hold both our drinks and stand near you while you danced, but I want to stay with you, too.” Remus glances away from your eyes for a moment, a shyness you haven’t seen since you first met in his expression. “If you want to dance, I’ll go with you.”
You take his hand on impulse, the scars and calluses of his skin alternately rough and smooth between your palms. “I don’t want to make you,” you tell him earnestly, “but I really do want to dance.”
Remus looks to the side, his smile almost begrudging. “You’re not making me,” he says.
You end up getting another glass of champagne after all.
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ok ok so i’m not a super knowledge music/composer/soundtrack person but your narnia ask reminded me of the other soundtrack i was horrifyingly obsessed with, circa middle school: peter pan (2003) by james newton howard. and i just looked him up and it looks like he has done work on movies MUCH more prolific than my silly little peter pan movie. anyway, i’m bored at work so i thought i’d ask if you have any james newton howard rambles/opinions.
(i do not have any particular attachment to jnh himself so i won’t be offended if you have no opinions or if you have opinions and they��re negative. this is pure curiosity.)
(also yes i’d love your study/soundtrack playlist link <333)
YEAH !!! he's done quite a few of my favorite scores ever, including the hunger games series and the dark knight trilogy* and overall his work is very. orchestral. like. obviously everyone's work is orchestral, but jnh specifically sounds like something I'd hear at a concert hall <33 I can't explain it but it's true <333
*he's credited alongside hans zimmer (another one of my all-time faves) and idk how the work was split between the two but regardless it's some of my favorite music (even if the trilogy itself isn't very comics-accurate 😔😔😔😔😔)
overall I think my favorite thing about jnh is how soothing his music is ??? especially his work with the hunger games soundtracks because obviously there's the more intense action music for fight scenes but a lot of the soundtrack is very calm and contemplative. and I really really love it <33 in that same vein, one of my all time favorite tracks in the hunger games trilogy is monkey mutts. most of the song is very intense and unsettling, but my favorite part is 2:37 to the end. it's sooooo <3333333 I'm not gonna lie, I really wish that part of the soundtrack was separate from the rest of that piece because I'm not an overly huge fan of jnh's more intense, faster-paced music. it's not BAD, but there's just some composers who I think do action music a little better. but like I said I looooove the calmer pieces howard does <3 he uses string instruments so well!!!! my TOTAL favorite piece, hands down, is rue's farewell. it's such an interesting one because it's a death scene, but it doesn't really seem sad until the very end. it's so...peaceful. it's like walking down a beach at sunset and listening to the waves. and that's really interesting to me because the character who's dying grew up in this totally shitty world and she's suffered so much and now she's just. at peace. and the music reflects it and BOY I go insane <3!!
the dark knight trilogy is also really fun!!! it's a different flavor of music for sure; the hunger games is very calm and gentle but tdk has a lot more intensity in the music. and I actually quite enjoy it despite what I just said about how I feel about jnh doing faster/more intense music, but hans zimmer being a collaborator on the soundtrack may or may not have something to do with that. idk how they split up the work, but I really love the end result regardless!! I'm not a hero is one of my favorites!! it's very,,, varied. it has a lot of different sections and moving parts but I LOOOOVE it <3 personal issues with the trilogy aside, it really captures the whole batman vibe! there's also a lot of jnh's more calmer and reflective style throughout the soundtrack, and it's a good mix with zimmer's style imo!!
he also did treasure planet!!!!!!!!!!! it's like. my favorite disney movie <333 my favorite tracks include 12 years later (it has a lot of jnh's calm/contemplative style!! and also jim's theme with a really neat underlying electric guitar <33 makes a man like me so crazy) and silver leaves (which, you guessed it, also has a very calm atmosphere to it)
all in all I think jnh's best work comes from the calmer more atmospheric music!! I think my favorite of his works is the hunger games series, but honestly I'm not super picky either way <333
also here's my soundtrack playlist!! it started out as a little study playlist for finals week but at this point it's become where I keep all my favorite movie soundtracks lmao!! I add to it almost daily so right now it's at 15 hours but by the end of the week? who knows <33 but idk none of the compilations I've ever found have actually had All Of My Faves so like. fuck it I'll do it myself <3 I could probably ramble all day long about every individual composer on that playlist but <33 for the sake of brevity I will not <333
#if anyone wants to know who my favorite contemporary composers are. just look through the playlist <3#thomas bergersen could Also be on there but i want to keep this playlist as exclusively soundtracks as opposed to freelance work#but he's probably one of my ALL time favorite composers so if you ever wanna jump into his music i can give recs#if you've ever heard of the music group called two steps from hell!! he's one of the founding members!!#but he also does a lot of his own work and those are always my favorites. imo he's BRILLIANT at combining genres#and his pieces always have such a STORY to tell!!!!#another favorite composer who isn't on the playlist is eric whitacre#he does choral pieces!! some of my favorite pieces i've ever performed are by him <3#and again. if anyone wants to jump into his music and see what it's all about. you need only ask <3#ANYWAY!!! tysm for asking this made my whole DAY#leo 🌻#winter rambles about music
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Hi!! 8, 10, 18, 28, 60, 73, 88, 107, 112, 12, 133 for the book asks? That was a lot so feel free to skip any one that you don't wanna answer!
Hiiii! Thank you for so many, it's infodumping time hehehe
8: A book you finished in one sitting
The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka
This is not a very long book and I listened to the audiobook. I like it very much! I've also listened to the french audiobook as well and it's good to practice the vocabulary of family members and different rooms of a home.
10: A book that got you through something
The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang
The Poppy War helped me during the pandemic in 2020! I had to make some pastel paintings for art school, and I listened to the audiobook while I worked.
18: Your least favorite book ever
Os Maias by Eça de Queirós
I had to read the portuguese classic about incest with long descriptions of rooms for school and it was not FUN. I won't discuss about it's merit as a classic or whatever but it doesn't change the fact that I did not have a good time. At some point I listened to the auto-generated robotic audiobook at 2x because I needed to finish the huge book in time for the test and it was a terrible experience.
28: A book you wish you could read as a beginner again
Tiān Guān Cì Fú by MXTX
Reading this novel was an experience. I wish I could read the plot twists again because WOW there are a couple of twists in this book and they were all well done in my opinion.
60: A book that you think about at 3am
Verdade Tropical by Caetano Veloso
So here's the thing, I don't think about books at 3 am because that's when I'm sleeping. BUT, last week I dreamed about Caetano Veloso, he was visiting me because I was his fan or something, but I was very annoyed and wanted him to go away. We tried to write a song together but we had different composing styles and at the end he set fire to the paper.
73: A good book with an awful cover
Uniquely Human by Dr Barry
I'm not a fan of book covers with photographs in general.
88: A book that made you angry
Asperger's Children : The Origins of Autism in Nazi Vienna by Edith Sheffer
It made me angry at all the collaborators and perpetrators of the horrible crimes described in this book. Not a light read but I reccomend it.
107: Your favourite book in a different language
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Didn't know exactly what this meant, so I decided to bring a book that isn't in Portuguese or English originally. I liked Anna Karenina a lot, It was interesting to read. It's probably not my favorite book, but maybe my favorite Russian book so far.
112: A book about war
The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels
The class war.
12: A book that mentions food in the title
Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi
I enjoyed this book a lot! The stories are all interesting and they explored the premise in ways that left me very satisfied by the end of the book.
133: A book that you came across randomly and fell in love with
Punished by Rewards by Alfie Kohn
Nothing is ever that random but I only saw this mentioned once before picking it up and it was a huge discover for me. I like this author in general.
WOW OK I DID ALL OF THE NUMBERS BRASIL CAMPEÃO PENTA!!!
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Jackallllll
Maybe a follow up to Coney Island maybe?
Mmmmaybe?
Pairing: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel
Rated T
Part 1 | Part 2
Midge has barely managed to dry her tears when Kitty comes running in.
She climbs up onto the bed on Lenny’s other side, cuddling into him, and he grunts a little. The doctor told Midge that he had some bruising to his ribs in addition to the gash on his forehead, now clean and stitched up.
He doesn’t seem to mind though as he holds his daughter close without taking his other hand out of Midge’s grasp. He buries his nose in the top of Kitty’s blonde hair. “Are you okay, Daddy?”
“Yeah, I am,” he promises. “A little banged up, but I’m okay.”
She nods and holds him a little tighter.
The doctor comes in a moment later, followed by Midge’s parents. She stands, but when she tries to walk away, he grips her hand a little tighter.
He has a concussion, so they want to keep him overnight, and Lenny is clearly irritated but doesn’t argue. When the doctor leaves, he turns to look at her. “Midge...” He says quietly.
“I’ll take care of her,” she promises.
He seems to relax a little, and he shakes his daughter gently. “Kit, you’re gonna stay a Midge's tonight, okay?”
“No! I don’t wanna leave!” Kitty whines, squeezing him a little tighter. This time he hisses in pain.
It takes a lot of convincing, but eventually Kitty relents, and Midge squeezes Lenny’s hand before taking his daughter out of the hospital.
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The little blonde is clearly tired by the time they get back to the apartment, and Midge is grateful Moishe and Shirley have her kids for a couple days. She sets up Kitty in Ethan’s bed, tucking her in and pulling out one of Ethan’s books to read to her.
But it seems Kitty has no interest in story time. “Are you Daddy’s girlfriend?” She asks, looking up at Midge.
“Um...no, I’m not,” Midge answers.
“Oh,” Kitty murmurs a little sadly. “I think he really likes you,” she says a moment later.
“Well I like him too,” Midge says. “He’s a really good friend.”
“But do you like him, like him?”
Midge laughs quietly. “Your daddy is one of my favorite people in the world.”
“He kept saying your name today,” Kitty says a little sleepily, her eyelids starting to flutter. “When we were waiting for the amb’lance...before he fell asleep.”
Midge feels a tightening in her throat at the revelation as Kitty nods off, still clutching her toy. She slips out of the room and heads for her own bedroom, where she sits on the bed and cries for a long time.
It was terrifying when she found out about the morphine, but when he quit, she thought she was past the potential to lose him. That all of it was behind them. She thought she had all the time in the world for them to fall back into each other.
She never expected this.
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He's dozing when she gets there. She doesn't want to wake him, but as she moves a chair closer to his bed, it screeches against the floor, and he groans as he wakes up. "Midge?" He grumbles. "What are you doing back here? Where's..."
She bursts into tears again. He just stares at her, obviously surprised by her emotional state. It's a few moments before she's able to compose herself enough to speak. "I don't know if this is the right time," she breathes. "It's probably a terrible time, but Kitty was asking about us, and I..."
Her lip quivers as she gets choked up again. He reaches for her, taking her hand and tugging gently until she's lying in bed beside him, her arm draped carefully over his waist as both of his slip around her. “I thought we had time. I thought eventually we would work things out and we didn’t have a time limit on it because you got clean, and then today you...”
She buries her face in his neck, still conscious of his slightly battered state as she grips his hospital gown. "Lenny, I don't want to just be your friend," she whispers. “I haven’t wanted to be just your friend since before Carnegie Hall, and I almost lost out on the chance to ever tell you that.”
He sighs through his nose and kisses her forehead. "I don’t want you to just be my friend either,” he agrees. “I told you, Midge...I’ve got too much to live for now. There was no way in hell I was going to leave you today.”
She tips her head up and kisses him softly, a little desperately, and he cups her cheek in his hand as he kisses her back.
She pulls away after a long moment and gazes at him, her heart feeling full and happy for the first time in a long while. She traces her fingertips gently over his jaw. “I should let you get some more rest,” she whispers.
He kisses her once more before loosening his embrace so she can slip off the bed. “I’ll be back in the morning.”
He reaches for her again, taking her hand in his. “Thank you for taking care of Kitty,” he breathes a little tearfully. “I’m...really grateful, Midge.”
She grins softly. “Any time.” She leans in for one more tender kiss before leaving him to sleep.
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The next morning, though, Kitty doesn’t want to go to school, and considering what she went through yesterday, Midge can’t fault her for wanting to come get her dad from the hospital.
She takes Kitty to Lenny’s apartment, where the six-year-old proves to be very self-sufficient in terms of getting ready for the day while Midge rifles through Lenny’s things to find a phone number for her school. She calls them to explain the situation and then heads to Lenny’s bedroom to find him some clean clothes to wear home. Just as she’s zipping up his small suitcase, Kitty finds her. “Miss Midge?”
She looks at her, dressed in a sweet purple dress and little mary janes. “You can just call me Midge, sweetie,” she replies. “Do you need help with something?”
Kitty holds up a couple of elastics. “Can you help me with my pigtails?”
Midge grins and lets Kitty lead her to the bathroom. She brushes her blonde tresses into smooth pigtails, tying them off so they’re nice and even. “You look very pretty,” she says, giving Kitty a little tap on the nose.
She giggles. “Can we go see Daddy now?”
“We sure can.”
#midgelenny#midge x lenny#midgexlenny#tmmm fanfic#marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic#writing prompt#otp: more important than god#jackal fics#answers
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i literally only got tumblr so i could post my tHAW fanart on here. a valid reason, if you ask me.
cw for mild self injuries in the first panel of “Bad Night?”. it's not graphic at all; there's not even any blood, but if you struggle with seeing scratch marks, i'd suggest skipping to the other drawings. stay safe! 💙
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"Bad Night?"
[1/2]
He wasn’t expecting to find Quackity in the kitchen part of the open space, elbows resting on the table, face hidden in his palms.
And Q hadn’t ever seen the other quite as disheveled as he was now, hair not brushed neat, shirt all rumpled and he wasn’t wearing his usual two toned waistcoat nor his bowtie, if anything right now he seemed closer to how people usually drew him in the world Q was from than the ordered and composed man he usually was.
[2/2]
The moment he stepped in the room, Quackity’s head shot up, and Q noticed the shine of drying tear tracks under his right eye.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked, trying to sound as unbothered as he always was, but… right now Q could see right through that, so he just looked away...
~Chapter 34 of The House Always Wins by @alexanderwesker
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mediums: crayola colored pencils (100 pack), #2 pencil, sheet of standard 8.5x11 printer paper
mini-analysis time because this is just who i am as a person, you can skip if you don't wanna read all of this 😭
this scene is one of the few moments that q sees the entirety of quackity shine through all the smoke and mirrors that he hides behind. q has seen quackity's soft side before, however q has almost never seen this broken side of him. he's seen glimpses, but quackity has always masked those glimpses with other emotions, most notably anger, to make his pain seem less apparent. but here, quackity is too tired to do that; he doesn't have any anger left, and q can tell clear as day how sad and scared quackity truly is, even if just for a couple minutes.
(also, you can see quackity's sadness more prominently on his left side than his right, since he doesn't have as much control over that side of his face anymore. and if you look at the character study i did for him below, you can really see the contrast between how he usually looks and how he looks in this.)
tHAW!Quackity Character Study
ignore the awkward angle, it was surprisingly hard to get a picture of this one without my shadow blocking stuff
here's a list of what's on my study sheet and why (left to right)
tHAW!quackity with an annoyed expression. i did this one to help me practice drawing his expressions with the scar, and also drawing him at a different angle.
tHAW!quackity doing his half smile thing. i also tried to draw his hair the way i imagined him styling it to distract from his scar when he goes out. i like to think that that long bit of hair goes behind his ear when he's in private, or just not distracting from his scar.
his teeth. this part helped me figure out where he did and didn't have gold teeth. on another note, i used like 14 different colored pencils for just this mouth. and 50% of those were just different shades of pink for the gums 😭😭😭 but i think it turned out pretty good in the end so ^^
a study on his scar and blind eye. this one helped me figure out how to make the eye look all cloudy and also how to make the scar look more consistent. i'm probably the proudest of this one. ^D^
now have a couple of closeups
ok bonus content time!!
“Bad Night?” wips
uncolored version
also fun fact on the tear stain: i tried to make it look kinda reminiscent to his scar, not only because they'd both sorta follow the shape of his face, but because one side of his face shows his physical scar and the other side shows his emotional scars.
only the physical scar can be seen at all times, and even then, he often styles his hair to distract from it, much like how he distracts from his emotional hurt by making himself appear disinterested. but in this scene he isn't doing either, which is why it's one of my favorites to read. it's so interesting to see this side of quackity, especially from an outside perspective.
ok anyways rambling over, time for some more wips
^thought i'd include the caption that i sent my friend as well ;P
i decided like 20 minutes before posting this that his hair wasn't messy enough so that's why the wips are a lil different from the finished product
^this one isn't exactly a wip, but i always think it's cool to see how many colored pencils i've used after finishing, so i decided to include it ^^
ok that's all. thank you sm for making it all the way to the end of this extremely long post that was basically just an excuse for me to infodump 😭.
while you're here, consider liking and/or reblogging, as any interactions on my art are deeply appreciated, and i'm especially proud of this one ^^
#tHAW#tHAW fanart#the house always wins#quackity#dream smp#dsmp#quackity fanart#my art#character study#traditional art#fanart for a fanfic#new special interest just dropped?#long post#ever spin
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hihi!! i’ve been following you for a while now and i love your works, tysm for all the lovely content you put out for us~~ also could i request a match with seventeen?
my pronouns are she/her but im also pretty comfortable with gender neutral terms (im still trying to figure it out lol) and my mbti is infp! im super shy and quiet in environments where i don’t know anyone but when im friends and people im comfortable with, i can get pretty chatty lol but my social battery gets drained super super quickly like the max amount of hours i can spend outside w friends before getting quiet is probably 3 hours.. im also really dramatic (and loud,, i have a tendency to yell when i get hyper) and have a really bad habit of hitting anyone who’s in a foot proximity when im laughing lmao
in terms of aesthetics, i would say im a mix of minimalist and colorful?? idk the word for it but i like minimal things but not all white, like lots of colorful doodles and books and notebooks and stationery but white is still the primary color,, i js like very clean and simple things HELP IK THIS IS WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT IDK THE WORD FOR IT 😭 and in terms of fashion, i like wearing a lot of baggy and oversized clothes (flannels, knit vests, button downs, cardigans, jeans, cargo & parachute pants) and my main accessory is an old navy blue baseball cap. the main color palette would be navy blue, white, black, and gray? i think this is where the androgynous/gender neutral part comes into play lol
my top favorite seventeen songs would be,,, to you, don’t wanna cry, dust, heaven’s cloud, and ready to love :3 they’re some of the most best composed songs ever o my goodness
hobbies!! i really enjoy listening/playing music like i can’t go without music playing in my day to day life and im a hugeee music nerd like woozi is fr a genius bc how does he do that so effortlessly. i’ve also gotten back into reading recently and i also like writing sometimes when i find the time. i love love loveee binging kdrama shows and movies but my favorite pastime would probably be taking naps or lying in bed while i doomscroll. i love the rain and cats and i also love legos! i’ve wasted all my money on lego collections and im slowly running out of space in my room to store my completed collection lmao
i know this is a lot,, im so sorry i didn’t mean for it to get that long 😭😭 thank you sm in advance 😭🫶
hi lovely!:) thank you for requesting a match, the member i thought about when i was reading your ask was none other than…
Joshua!
he is an extroverted person, but isn’t always a loud one at that, which could be perfect when you are the louder one in an environment that you know and like, he would absolutely let you shine! at other occasions when you are on the shy side he would softly encourage you to open up more and more without being pushy about it, guiding the situation with his gentleness (yes i am the biggest believer of the gentleman agenda)!
he loves when you are expressive with him, and doesn’t mind a bit of silliness any time of the day.
your style very much seemed like one with could match his too, he loves those kinds of clothes you mentioned which would conclude him wanting to buy matching ones quite often!
he is a very soft man, with a heart full of love to give out to you and people around him, so he would love to take care of you at all times! he has lots of hobbies which he would absolutely love to introduce to you, including wanting to try the ones you enjoy aswell.
overall he would just want you to be comfortable with him, and would give you everything in the world in order to do that, whatever it might be; building legos together, napping insdie while the raindrops pour onto the windows, or taking you home when you get tired.
take care, have a great day!:)
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Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.
A/N: Here we go!! It's gonna get juicy! This is my first time writing this kind of stuff, and I just hope I did it justice.
Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, recounting sexual assault, mention of loss of loved one, intercourse
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I CANNOT HIDE THIS EVEN THOUGH I TRY
Oct 1st, 2014
You flew to Atlanta last night after the music video shoot, to get enough sleep for the show today. As much as you like to push yourself in your job, Amelia is still insisting that you take it easy, and you actually follow the advice because you don't want to have to take more time off later.
Amelia puts you in charge of Harry's and Niall's dressing stations again, and you notice that Harry's outfit choices have been very… neutral. Not that he doesn't look good, it's just not as bold and different as you thought he had liked.
[He can make anything look good. No, no… stop]
When he comes into the dressing room, he has a playful expression on his face. He's been in a good mood lately.
"The usual for you Mr. Styles- black top and black jeans?" You laugh.
"Yes, with a side of boots, please." He jokes back.
You hand him his outfit and he starts taking his shirt off.
"Hold on rockstar, behind the curtain." But he just responds with a big laugh.
He immediately pulls his shirt back down. "I'm so sorry love. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."
"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm just trying to be professional."
He smiles. "Well, you are a stylist, so I'd say it's part of your job… and you have seen me shirtless twice now already anyway." He meets your eyes to gauge your reaction. "But only if you're comfortable."
[It's insane how quickly he can make you feel so flustered and yet so at ease at the same time]
He's dressed and now a mischievous smile appears.
"Hey, umm… so, since it's almost the end of the tour and stuff, I asked Amelia if you could… you and Natalie… could be in the crowd tonight. Would you wanna do that?"
You don't realize that your eyes light up and once you feel it you compose yourself.
"That sounds fun! Yeah!"
"Neat. Umm… what is your favorite song?" He asks. [This punk is mocking me with the 'neat' thing isn't he?]
You're not sure why, but you get nervous to answer his question. You can tell he is waiting.
"I think 'Right Now' is probably my favorite," you admit. "And Natalie's is 'Alive' I'm pretty sure."
"Oh, right." He clears his throat, "awesome, I'll have someone on security take you to a good spot. You and Natalie. Look for me, yeah? I'll be the one in the black shirt and jeans." He winks.
[Oh god. You may get another concussion again, because your knees are getting weak and could buckle any moment]
"Game on rockstar." You squint your nose and he chuckles once more before dressing behind the curtain and leaving the room.
~~~~~
You have actually never been to a One Direction concert, and since becoming an intern, you've only ever watched them on the screen with all the other crew. So tonight is something else.
A security guard ushers you and Natalie to the front of the crowd on the left side, (looking at the stage). You have your 'crew' shirts on, so you get to stand in the crew walkway.
As soon as the show intro starts, the crowd roars! It seems like it somehow gets louder with each new song. Once 'C'mon C'mon' ends, the guys walk to the center of the stage.
You point at him, smile, and mouth 'found you' as he sets his mic stand in place.
Goosebumps form on your arms as soon as the song starts. Your stomach is twisting and turning. You start rubbing your forehead and when you look up you see Harry look at you.
He mouths "what's wrong with you?" but you shake your head. He mouths again, "what's wrong?" and you just point to your stomach.
He puts his hand on his, "feel sick?" But you just shrug. You're not sick, and you know it.
He looks at you a couple of times throughout the song and you swear he tries to sneak some other glances too.
When 'Moments' ends, he and Liam run to the bathroom. A few seconds later you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You check it, thinking it might be Amelia, but you see Harry's name pop up.
[What the hell is he doing?]
:harry: having fun?
:you: yes, get back to work!
[Really, what the hell is he doing?]
~~~~~
The rest of the concert is phenomenal! You and Natalie leave just before the finale to get back to the room.
You are both floating. You're so glad that you could experience it at least once.
The concert ends and the boys go rushing by, and you see Harry tries to look in as he is whizzing by.
As Sarah and Jade join you to pack up, and a few minutes later you hear that *ping* and check your phone.
:harry: you had fun?
:you: so much, thank you!
:harry: i wanna hear all about it! would you maybe wanna meet up when you get back?
[These feelings rising up are familiar, but a lot stronger this time, and harder to avoid]
You subtly get Natalie's attention to show her the texts and get her advice. You feel like this is the type of bold thing you stay away from… and you feel like the last time you let you opened that gate, you ended up actually messing it all up. She looks at you like you're an idiot and whispers back, "I'm demanding that you go!"
:you: sounds good. where?
There's no immediate response and now you're nervous.
:harry: is it too weird to come to my room? just less people.
:harry: like, paparazzi
:you: no, that's fine
:harry: can't wait! i'll have someone come get you from you're room in an hour?
:you: okay!
As soon as you get to your hotel room, you are stumped. You don't know if you should change… or what you should wear.
"Leggings, and a cotton tank top, with that burnt orange off-the-shoulder sweater. It's the 'cute because she's comfy' look." Natalie helps, with a wink.
"What is even happening Natalie?" You stress.
"Good things sweetie, right?"
"Yeah, but why? I hurt him. Twice! At least that's how it seemed. And then he took care of me! I didn't deserve that."
"I think he cares about you way more than you think." She expresses.
You want to argue with her, you don't feel like it's true…. but you want to be ready to go to Harry's room.
[Hanging out in Harry Styles' room. You've hung out with him, and even kisses him, but for some reason that one thought is so unbelievable… like you're living every fan's dream]
~~~~~
He ushers you into his suite and orders some dessert from room service. You sat down on the couch together to wait.
"Okay, so tell me, what'd you think?" He asks.
"I've never experienced anything like that. It was unbelievable!" You exclaim. There's no exaggerating on that part.
He grins so wide. "Did we do 'Right Now' justice?"
"I don't think you guys could ever disappoint."
"I don't know about that." He laughs. "But the song was good?"
"Beautiful, as always. It's such a good song."
The dessert arrives and you start eating some delicious chocolate chip cookies.
You enter into another amazing conversation, like you always do with Harry. It's so easy to be comfortable and open with him. So damn easy.
He talks about his favorite songs to perform, the funniest signs he's seen, and the wildest things thrown on stage. He lights up when he talks about it all, and you can't help but adore it.
[You should stop adoring him, but that feels impossible. Try to hide your feelings so no one gets hurt again]
"You think you'd want to come out again next show?" Harry suddenly asks.
"Umm… yeah. I don't know if Amelia would let me since things are wrapping up with the tour though."
"What if it's just for 'Right Now' then?"
There must be a permanent red pigment to your face now. "That's probably fine. I'll ask her tomorrow."
After a few more cookies and some more tour talk, you acknowledge that you should be getting back to your room.
He offers to have someone take you back to your room but you decline. No one needs to go through any more trouble for you.
As you open the door, he starts to say something.
"Hey, Y/N?" He pauses, but then adds, "I liked hanging out."
"Me too. Thanks for the cookies!"
"Come by anytime you have a cookie craving." He smiles.
You laugh. "Okay rockstar." And you head back to your room.
[You should've hugged him. Wait, should you have hugged him? Maybe not the best idea]
~~~~~
Oct 3rd, 2014
You were questioned a bit yesterday by Sarah, asking where you'd been and implying you were off with some guy. There's no way you were going to tell her what you were really doing. So you just tell her you were winding down in the hotel cafe.
It's the second to last show of the tour and there's an energy in the air that is indescribable. You weren't pulling many outfit choices now so that packing up and storing could be completed faster. It meant your job was a lot easier in that sense.
You visit Dana at the merch tables. They had a lot more inventory out now. While things are getting easier for you, they are getting more stressful for her. You offer to help, which gives you an opportunity to catch up.
She asks how you have been since Vegas. Seems word spread a bit somehow, though that's not surprising in this environment.
She switches the subject for you, focusing the conversation on the guy she's been sort of seeing now. She seems really happy, and you're happy for her. But you're almost a little jealous that she gets to be with and talk about the guy she likes.
~~~~~
A couple hours before the outfit changes, Liam comes in to check on you. You haven't really had a chance to chat with each other and you're glad you're able to talk. You apologize for his broken arm, but he dismisses it, saying he looks tough. He asks about your recovery and you mention everything Harry did for you.
He chuckles, "yeah, not surprised." And then immediately meets your gaze. "I'm glad you're okay darling."
He excuses himself and says he'll be back later to change.
You put your headphones in. You've liked making it a habit as you work, to relieve your stress. You are embarrassingly listening to 'Happily' and singing along when you turn around and see that damn curly-haired boy standing in the doorway.
You take the headphones out. "You really need to stop sneaking in here when I've got music on."
"And miss you bopping around to 'Happily' by One Direction? I don't think so!" He laughs.
You roll your eyes and then you finally notice that his hair is french braided on the side with a bun at the back.
"What's going on up there?" You point.
"It's hot as hell out there." He shrugs, and then he looks at you like he's wanting your approval. "Is it too weird?"
"No! It's fun! And functional!" He starts to smile and you add, "rockstars can pretty much do whatever they want anyway." And he laughs.
"You're coming out for 'Right Now' right?"
"Yeah, approved by Amelia."
"M'kay. Stand on the same side." He winks and walks out.
Natalie walks in. "Harry Styles has a new hairstyle!" and you immediately come up with a fun plan. "Let's braid our hair too! It'll throw him off, and keep us from being drenched in sweat."
~~~~~
You both finish some tear down duties and head to the crew entrance to the show. You decide to sneak in right after the song starts. You see him looking for you two. [You're winning at this round of hide and seek]
You realize he isn't finding you so you and Natalie make up some silly dance moves and he notices it right away, copying them on stage. You belt out the words and head backstage once the song is over.
"That was hilarious" you laugh as you get back to the dressing room.
"What's going on with you two?" Nat immediately asks.
"Huh?"
"Come on Y/N/N, you can't be that naive and I'm not stupid." She sighs, "he asked you to watch the last concert, has you stand out there to sing your favorite song to you, invites you to his room to hang out, then wants you to at least watch them perform your favorite song again tonight… looking at you every chance he gets…"
She continues, "are you going to go after what you want now?"
"We are friends now. It's nice and fun."
"Is that all you want?"
"I just want things to be good between us. And I'm not going to mess that up again."
As if on cue, you get a text from Harry.
:harry: craving cookies?
You smile but instantly try to hide it and Natalie catches on quickly. "Honey, just go for it. Whatever it is, have fun and be happy. You're allowed to be happy."
:you: no
:harry: oh okay
:you: but cheesecake sounds good :)
:harry: done. see you in an hour?
:you: deal
~~~~~
The cheesecake actually arrives at the same time you do. Harry has the biggest grin on his face when he opens the door. "Best thing to open my door to!"
As you're devouring your dessert, he comments, "you surprised me with your hairdo tonight."
"I was trying to throw you off but it didn't work." You joke.
"It almost did. Major distraction, not professional Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" He jokes back.
You feel a bit of a sting. Professionalism is what you strive for, but also the reason you ended up curled up in bed at the rental house, trying desperately not to cry.
He can see your expression has changed. "Thankfully your crazy dancing was the right way to get me focused again, so job well done."
You look down at your plate and nod your head. "That's what I'm here for…" and let out a sigh.
"Hey… I didn't mean anything bad by it." He scoots just a tiny bit closer. "It's good seeing you having fun at the show." He admits.
You don't want to make things awkward, so you stick out your tongue. "Who said I had fun?"
He laughs. "Not invited to the last show then."
You joking sigh of relief. "Thank god, it's hard work pretending to enjoy it. They're so boring."
There's a moment of silence and then he asks, "wait, but do you not want to?"
"I'll check my schedule." You joke.
You both laugh and go back to eating cheesecake. There's a comfortable silence while you finish your dessert.
He hesitantly breaks the silence. "Hey, have you been okay lately? Umm… since Vegas… and since you stayed at my house and stuff?"
"Yeah, I'm okay. It's not a big de-"
He interrupts, "please don't say that! What happened was not okay."
"I'm really fine."
"You didn't deserve that. You deserve to feel safe, all the time." He asserts.
You start to feel something building up inside.
"I should've been there. I could've done something. That asshole wouldn't have come close to you, and definitely wouldn't have touched you."
You break. You haven't thought about it much at all, and you thought you were handling it. Moving on. But you realize it actually was kind of a big deal. A stranger touched you, grabbed you, tried forcing himself on you… and you couldn't do anything. You felt helpless. Unsafe. Out of control.
Tears start welling up and pouring out. Harry looks a little panicked and scoots right up next to you. He blurts out, "oh god, please don't cry… Can I hug you?" And you nod.
He wraps his arms around you. His safe and strong arms. It actually makes you cry harder, knowing it's the exact opposite of how you felt that night in Vegas.
"I'm so sorry Sunshine. I'm so sorry you went through that and I'm so sorry I wasn't there."
You curl into his chest even more. You can't form words at the moment.
He continues, "I hate that I wasn't there. You deserve so much better." His heart is beating so fast. "You deserve to always feel safe. I always want you to feel safe."
[You do. You do feel safe now, and you don't want to leave this moment]
You've never felt so emotional, and you've definitely never felt so at ease while so emotional. Words are finally starting to form, and your heart is overriding any thoughts that could stop you right now. "Harry… Can… Can I stay here tonight?"
"Of course love. You can take the bed."
"No- umm… can we just lay here?"
"Anything you need."
He scoots the two of you so that you are laying down next to each other, still holding you while you're nuzzled into his chest.
You instantly relax and you feel yourself drifting to sleep.
~~~~~
Oct 4th, 2014
You wake up but don't open your eyes right away. You are enjoying the warmth next to you and the aroma surrounding you. [Shit, he feels and smells so good]
Harry starts to stir and you finally open your eyes. He gives you a big squeeze and pulls back to say, "good morning love. Feel alright?" He sits up and adds, "would you like some breakfast?"
You nod. "Yes please."
He calls for room service and checks with you that it's okay for him to take a shower while you wait. While he's in the bathroom, you check your phone.
:natalie: girl… are you coming back?
:natalie: i get it, you're busy ;) text me later
:natalie: ps. if you don't want people knowing, we might need a cover story to tell sarah and jade
:natalie: but i will need all the details
You shake your head and chuckle.
:you: just talked & slept here, love you, & shut up
You send it and Harry walks out of the bathroom. This punk is wearing a pair of skinny jeans. Just skinny jeans. [That's just rude, being so hot]
"You wanna take one now?"
"I would but I don't have clean clothes. I'll take one in my room." You respond.
"Fair enough." He smiles.
Breakfast arrives and you share everything he ordered. You eat, drink coffee, and talk about what tomorrow will be like, since it's the last show. It feels so normal. Not like he is Harry Styles rockstar and you are the intern who picks the celebrity's outfits. No, it's you and Harry.
[You would do this forever if you could]
You meet his glance while you eat some toast, and butterflies rage in your stomach when you see that he looks down and smirks, shaking his head.
"What?" You ask.
"It's just nice doing normal things." He smirks again.
"I'm glad I can make you feel normal." You roll your eyes.
He gives you a gentle but serious look. "I really like this." And you smirk back.
Once breakfast is done you figure you should get back to your room to take a shower and get to the venue. He pouts a little.
He walks you to the door but you stop before you open it.
"Harry, I can't even thank you enough for… well, for letting me bawl like a baby in front of you, and letting me sleep here. I hadn't talked to anyone about it before last night. Thank you for being there for me."
He wraps his arms around you, and then kisses the top of your head. "Always. Never a question Sunshine."
You pull back and look at his beautiful, gentle face with those deep green eyes. You can't help it and lean in for a quick kiss.
You pull back quickly and wipe your lips. "I'm sorry."
"I'm not." He winks as he bites his lower lip. He gives you a quick kiss back, but leave it at that, because you know you wouldn't get to work on time.
[Professionalism may officially be out the window now, but you can at least get to the venue early]
~~~~~
Oct 5th, 2014
Since tonight is the last show, you doll yourself up more. You put on your white and rust orange horizontal stripe flared jeans paired with a black crop t-shirt and some white hoop earrings.
Amelia comes in when you all get to the venue, thanking you all for everything you've done on this tour, and surprising you all by letting you watch the entire show, "at the boys' request". You can't wait to get out there again.
You stand in your usual spot. The show starts and the entire venue erupts in screams. Sarah and Jade are overwhelmed.
'Right Now' starts playing. Natalie pinches your side, knowing full well what happened and how good you are feeling. You can't tear your eyes away from him. You can't stop smiling when he looks your way. When he sings his second solo part and grins widely when he glances over, you can't feel your legs. [Best show you've ever been too]
The entire concert is spectacular. It was a great end to a great tour, but you are excited for what's coming next. There's a huge after party and, to be honest, you are more excited for that than anything.
~~~~~
You get ready so quickly and you feel sexy. A black lace plunge v-neck top with black skinny jeans, paired with silver heels and silver earrings. Thankfully the party is in a banquet room of the hotel, so you grab the girls and basically run down there.
The music is playing, and people are mingling. Sarah and Jade make their way to the bar and you scan the room.
"Hey Sunshine" you hear from behind you. You twist around with the biggest smile on your face, to meet the eyes of the guy with the biggest smile on his own face.
Natalie quickly interrupts the staring, "I'll be over… somewhere else."
"You look… wow. You look incredible." Harry professes, handing you a margarita.
You look him up and down, admiring his black button up with white paisley print. Again, maybe like two buttons are actually being used, but you definitely don't mind that style choice tonight.
"Not too shabby yourself there rockstar." You reply.
He puts his hand on your lower back as you walk past everyone to a table in the corner.
"So, last show, what'dya think?"
"Insanely good. I still have goosebumps." You reply.
"The shows are the best part of the job honestly."
You happen to look up, past Harry, and notice someone looking your way. You chuckle.
Harry looks up, "what's funny?"
"I- uhh… I think Sarah is giving me the death stare because I'm talking to you."
"She's… an interesting one." He smiles. "But I think she might not like this either…" He suddenly guides you out to an outside patio, laughing the entire way.
"Ahh" he jokingly sighs, "safety."
You take a couple more sips of margarita. "This feels familiar…" you boldly state.
"Hmmm… yeah… think tonight will end the same as that one?" He asks with a wink.
You giggle but then get quiet.
"Hey Sunshine, what's up? Why're ya quiet?" He questions.
"I…" you need to just say this to get it over with. "I can't get past the fact that you were so kind to me after Vegas, and ever since then actually, after what I did." You pause for a breath. "It doesn't make sense and I don't deserve it."
"What are you talking about, love?"
"We had such an amazing kiss at that rooftop par-"
He interrupts, "amazing, huh?"
"Shush you!" You smile. "But then I put a stop to it the next day." You shake your head. "Then I visited you before you went to London, and we had such an amazing talk, and another amazing kiss… don't say anything, Harry… and I pulled away. And then walked away."
You look at him and realize he is just taking it all in.
You continue. "You said you thought I wanted it too. And I did. I really did. I just thought that it would be a bad idea and jeopardize a lot for each of us."
He's still listening.
"I hurt you, or assumed I did, and hurt myself in the process. I'm not good with feelings. It's hard for me to have them, let alone acknowledge them. So when I hadn't heard from you, I went to Vegas to distract myself and that… well, anyway, you came to me and took me in and treated me so well. I didn't deserve that." You finish with, "and ever since then you've been so… wonderful."
You didn't mean to kill the fun mood, but it actually felt good letting that all out.
"Y/N, I had wanted to kiss you for a while, and it didn't end how I wanted it to, but I don't regret doing it. And I never stopped caring about you after that."
Your head snaps up as he continues, "I probably did back off a bit. It was hard not to want to kiss you again at first." He blushes. "After Vegas I realized I wanted to be there for you no matter what. And if that means just being friends then that's what I'll do. You deserve to be treated right. Please don't say you don't deserve it."
He pauses, looking at you with that tender expression he showed on the rooftop. "What about now? You said you had wanted it too. But what about now?"
He drops his head, waiting for your answer.
Your stomach feels like it is doing somersaults, and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You aren't going to hold back this time. You're going for what you want.
You turn towards him and grab his chin to look at you. "Even more now."
He stands up straight and pulls your waist towards him. Wrapping one hand around your lower back, and one of the back of your neck, he pulls you in as close as he can. Your knees are weak and you are very aware of the yearning accumulating between your legs.
"Hey you two!" Niall yells, bursting through the doors. Harry growls.
"Oh shit, sorry there. I'll just…" he points to the door and walks back inside, laughing loudly.
Harry lets out a frustrated sigh. "Would you maybe want to go to my suite?"
"Yes!" You answer enthusiastically.
He laughs and leads you out of the party.
[Sarah would combust if she knew what was happening]
~~~~~
As soon as Harry shuts the suite door, he pulls you in again, just like before. But this time he doesn't take a moment for anything and plants his lips right onto yours.
You wrap your arms around his neck and he starts walking you backwards towards the bed. Once the back of your legs hit it, he breaks away. "Is this okay with you?" You nod and pull him back to your lips.
He can't keep his hands still, running them up and down your back, your waist, and then your ass. He grabs it firmly and you let out a subtle moan. That gets him excited and he pulls you closer into him.
You place your hands on his chest for a moment, and when more bravery kicks in, you undo the two buttons on his shirt, pull it back over his shoulders and down his arms. He tucks his hands under the back of your jeans to grab your ass again, but pulls away from your kiss. "Do you feel safe?" You nod again. "Please say it, love, so I know for sure."
"I feel safe Harry."
He returns his lips to yours and pulls you back in towards him. You can feel how hard he is under his jeans. You remove one hand from his neck and grab him over his jeans. He moans against your kiss. You reach for the button of his jeans but pull away to look at him. You want him to be comfortable too. "It's alright" he whispers.
He kicks off his boots as you undo the button and zipper. You pull them down over his hips and he shimmies them down the rest of the way.
"You're a little overdressed now" he jokes. You raise your arms up and he smirks while he pulls your shirt over your head. He lets out a breath as he takes you in, seeing that you weren't wearing a bra. You giggle.
You sit down on the bed to take off your heels, and slide your jeans off as well. Before you can stand up again, he bends down to kiss you, one arm on each side of the bed, and you scoot back so that he is hovering over you.
"Do you still feel safe?"
"I feel safe." You reassure him, so he grabs your hip with one hand and he lowers himself down to rest on you, the opposite forearm by your head. You grab his biceps and run your hands all over them.
He moves the hand that is on your hip to your panties, running his finger along the hemline. He exhales excitedly, as do you. His fingers slip into them and run down your center. You moan and open your eyes to see him smirk, as you bite your lip.
He slowly pushes them into you and you moan again, louder this time. "Fuck, you're so wet!" With that he moves them in and out, hitting that perfect spot each time. You squeeze his biceps tighter as he picks up his pace. You move your hands to his shoulder blades and run your fingernails across them. He pulls away from your lips and moans loudly.
He goes back down to kiss you but you put one finger up to his lips to stop him. "Do you still feel safe, love?"
"Yes, I do. But I want you inside of me." You confess.
"I just want to make you feel good, Sunshine."
"I do, and it will. That's what I want. Please." You plead.
"Anything you want." He gets up and quickly makes his way to his suitcase, grabbing a square packet and walking back over. "Thank god I just bought these."
"Presumptuous." You giggle.
"Just hopeful." He winks. He takes his underwear off and strokes the condom down himself, then hovers back over you.
You're squirming. You want him so badly. You need him so badly at this point.
He places his tip at your entrance then meets your eyes. "Safe? Ready?"
"Yes, yes! Please!" You plead.
He chuckles. "Okay, okay Sunshine. I'll give you what you want." With that, he slowly pushes himself inside of you.
You throw your head back and gasp as you feel him sliding in. You could see how big he was, but actually feeling it fill you is still a surprise.
"You good?" He asks.
"S- so good." You stutter.
He hums and starts pumping faster. "Fuck Y/N! You feel so good!"
You can't keep yourself from moaning over and over. "Oh god, Harry!" You cry out. "I think I'm about to cum!"
"Let it go baby, I want you to!" He pumps faster.
You quickly reach your peak and come undone. He pumps a few more times and matches your moans as you orgasm together. He stays there as you both come down.
Panting, he manages to mutter, "definitely ended better than the rooftop party," and you both laugh, still trying to fully catch your breath.
He finally pulls out, and grabs some towels from the bathroom to clean up.
He looks at you once he's done. "You're so beautiful, Sunshine." He bends down for another kiss. "I so desperately want to just stay here and just look at you all night… but I think we should go back to the party."
You agree, without question. You understand. You both get redressed and you make sure you don't look like you just had your world rocked by Harry Styles.
Before you grab the doorknob, he gently grabs your arm and swings you back around, bringing you in for one more passionate kiss.
"I'm a big fan of that internship now" he laughs, and you head back down to the party.
~~~~~
To avoid suspicion, you divert to the hotel lobby bathroom to double check your hair and makeup while Harry goes back to the party.
:harry: i came in through the side door. i think you're good to come back now through the front
:harry: i'll be the one talking to some of the crew, looking massively happy
:you: game on
You walk in and find Natalie. She instantly grabs your arm and pulls you aside.
"Where the fuck did you go?"
You basically grin from ear to ear. "I went after what I wanted."
"And???" She grills.
"I got it." You find Harry's gaze, seeing him wink as you subtly bite your lip. "And I'm happy."
~~~~~
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I Wanna Wear Your Tie
Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, she’s of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?
Warning: 18 + SMUT (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)
Pairing: Professor!Tom x Student!Reader
Word count: 4081
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Tom knew from the first time you walked into class he was going to have a hard time. Not because you were a trouble maker, he heard from your other professors that you were an extremely bright and well rounded student, but because you liked to wear the shortest sundresses he’d ever seen. Tom knew he fucked up by developing a crush on his student. It was immoral and he could lose the job he worked so hard to get.
Tom had been staring at the email all weekend, debating all his choices. He knew the right thing to do was to report it and let the school handle everything, but a big part of him told himself to do otherwise.
Dear Professor Holland,
I want to wear your tie while you fuck me
Love Y/N
Tom let out a deep breath as he rubbed his eyes, refreshing his inbox once more in hopes you had sent another email, an explanation or maybe even an apology, anything that would avoid him having to send the response that he had drafted Friday night after he received your message. Of course as the hours passed he knew that hoping was pointless, Tom sighed looking over his drafted email for what seemed like the 100th time before hitting send.
Ms. Y/L/N
In regards to your last email I have no choice but to report it to the school. I do, however, acknowledge that you are one of my highest scoring students so it is only fair that I give you a chance to explain yourself. Please meet me in my office Monday after class
Professor Holland
Little did Tom know you were freaking out, spending Saturday nursing your hangover from partying Friday night. It was a drunken mistake, you would’ve never sent the email had you been sober but leave it to the vodka to let you do something stupid.
You had one day to come up with some apology and still couldn’t find the right words. Countless drafts saved in your notes app, but none good enough to express the regret you felt by sending that email. Of course time wasn’t on your side and the hours moved faster than usual. Finally it was Monday afternoon and you sat in your door waiting for your final class of the day, his class
“Maybe if you just tell him it was a mistake he’ll understand” Your roommate Kendra laughed as she looked at your computer, you’d been rereading the email for hours, hoping it would go away. Glancing at the clock you sighed, “I have his class in an hour, how am I going to face him”
“You could skip”
“I’m already in enough trouble as it is I can’t skip class” You sighed, closing the laptop as you moved to put on your shoes, “I’ll just give the best apology he’s ever heard of and hopefully it’ll all work out”
Kendra chuckled, “who knows maybe you’ll get exactly what you wanted”. You rolled your eyes, “I’ll text you after class”
///
Tom watched as you entered class, his eyes trailing over your outfit, you were wearing his favorite dress, white with blue flowers. He chuckled at your innocent appearance but frowned when he noticed you taking a seat in the back instead of your usual seat in the front.
You showed up to class right on time, looking at your feet to avoid any eye contact with Tom. It was hard to concentrate when all you could think about was that stupid email. It didn’t help that he was wearing a tie today, the same tie you’d imagine him gagging you with on most nights. You shook your head trying to focus on forming an apology that wasn’t absolutely pathetic
“Alright class is over, If you have any questions about the assignment you can” his gaze shifted towards you, “email me”
Your eyes widened as you distracted yourself by putting your things in your bag. As if the universe wanted to see you completely embarrass yourself in front of the teacher you’d been crushing on all semester, you piled out the class with the rest of the students, trudging down the hallway towards his office. You stood outside the door for a few minutes, pacing back and forth as you tried to compose yourself. You took a deep breath, gathering all your courage as you knocked on the door
“Come in” You heard his muffled voice from behind the door. You took a deep breath as you twisted the door knob walking into the well lit office.
“Hi Professor, you said you needed to see me” You say trying to seem innocent. He cleared his throat pointing to the leather seat in front of his desk, “Please have a seat”
Slowly you make your way to the seat, placing your bag on the floor as you stare at him. Tom took a deep breath, opening the email as he passed you his laptop, “When I get an email from my brightest student I expected a question about her latest essay not this”
Your face heated in embarrassment as you handed him the laptop, “Professor I’m so sorry I was very drunk Friday night and I know that isn’t an excuse but I didn’t mean to send that. If I could take it back I would just please don’t report this”
Tom watched as tears slowly began to trail down your face, “y/n I’m not going to report you”.
You looked at him in disbelief, “Seriously”
“but you’re not getting off that easily” He closed his laptop, “You’ll be spending the week and your weekend helping me grade papers”
You let out a sigh of relief, “thank you professor I’m really sorry it ever happened”
Tom chuckled, “You’re one of the smartest girls in my class. I would hate to see you get in trouble because of one drunk mistake” You wiped your tears away, feeling yourself relax now that you knew you weren’t going to be in too much trouble. “After all you’re only young once, just try to keep your thoughts in a diary and not your emails”
You chuckled, picking up your bag as you got up to leave, “will do professor”
///
Tom instantly regretted his decision. Don’t get him wrong, having the extra help was amazing but it was hard to concentrate when all you wore were short dresses. He spent all week sitting at his desk, too afraid to get up for fear that his body would betray him and you see the hard on he was trying desperately to get rid of. Seeing you in class was hard enough but when he watched you in what seemed like your natural element it changed something in him.
He watched as you sat on the couch in his office, your hair tied back and your glasses slowly sliding down your face, every once in a while you had to push them back in place. Tom couldn’t help but smile at the faces you made while reading the essays, a look of annoyance when you read over an obvious mistake or the way your eyebrows furrowed when you wrote the feedback. He tried his hardest to keep his laughter inside whenever you got distracted and drew little faces in the margins. He hated to admit it, it made him feel terrible, but he was a professor falling for his student
“Professor I’m not sure about this” You said getting up from the couch as you walked towards his desk. Your voice knocked him out of his trance as he watched you hand the paper to him, “See the evidence goes along with the topic sentence but the explanation is still choppy”
You watched as Tom took the paper from you, your breathing hitching when his hands grazed over yours. You shook your head reminding yourself that you were already here because your stupid feelings and if you kept letting yourself indulge in what was supposed to be your punishment you were going to end up in the deans office.
“I see what you mean,” Tom said looking over the paper, “just circle the paragraph and place it in the pile and I’ll look over it later.” He looked up, surprised to see how close you were to him, your chest inches away from his face. It was just his luck that you decided to wear a low cut dress today.
“Okay” You replied, taking the paper from him as you slowly moved back to the couch. Tom glanced at the clock noticing how late it was getting, “Well it’s getting late and you probably want to spend the you weekend somewhere way entertaining than here so you can leave, punishment over”
“Are you sure? I still owe you two more days and it doesn’t feel fair to end my punishment early” You said, grabbing another paper. You weren’t sure if you wanted to stay because it actually felt unfair or if you really just wanted an excuse to keep spending time with him.
“Well if you insist, '' he chuckled, a part of him happy that you weren’t eager to leave, “But we can finish this tomorrow afternoon, I’ll walk you out”
You gathered your things, meeting Tom at the door where he waited for you, his hand resting on your back as he guided you out the room, locking the door behind him. “It’s dark, I’ll walk you to your car, Where are you parked?” Tom said looking at the parked cars on the street
“I don’t drive” You said awkwardly, “But my dorm is only a few blocks away from here I don’t mind walking”
Tom shook his head, “No way I’m letting you walk, it's too dangerous, I’ll drive you.” You watched as he took his keys out his pocket unlocking the black BMW parked across the street.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to get in the way” you looked down on your feet, here you were again too flustered to even look at him. Tom chuckled at your nervousness, “Don’t worry about it. I insist on it.” Your breath hitched as he placed his hand on your back again, guiding you towards the car.
It only took a few minutes for him to get to your dorm building, “well here we are” He said, parking his car before looking at you. You glanced at him nervously, “Thanks Professor”
“Call me Tom” he chuckled, “But only when were alone”
You wanted to punch yourself for feeling butterflies but you couldn’t help it. “Well Tom” You laughed, calling him by his name felt weird, “thank you”
He watched as you moved to grab the door handle but froze, “Oh I forgot to ask you about your assignment”
“What’s up?” he shrugged. “Well I know you wanted us to write about how the author uses the women in his novel to display power but I can’t write about that. The author clearly doesn’t see the woman as symbols of power he sees them as sex objects, which is shown multiple times throughout the text so I can’t write about something that isn’t true”
“So you don’t believe sex is a form of power?” Tom questioned trying not to smile at the way your brows furrowed in concentration
“Of course I believe sex is a form of power but for the author to display women having sex as a symbol for powerful femininity the woman would have to own their sexual desires and wants”
Tom chuckled, “If you really feel so strongly about that then write about it, I’d love to hear more about what you have to say about owning your sexual desires. Seems to me you know a lot about that”
“Oh my god” You hide your face in your hands, “I didn’t even realize-”
“Don’t be embarrassed, if you can’t joke about it then you’ll let it eat you alive” Tom chuckled
“Well” you smiled, “I should probably get to writing”
“Yeah you should”
You both didn’t even noticed the way you both began to slowly lean into each other, the tension in the car growing thick
“Goodnight professor”
“It’s Tom” He said with a smile
You scrunch your nose, “Goodnight Tom”
Your faces were inches away from each other. He couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at your lips before looking back at your eyes. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t do the same, “Goodnight y/n”
You both stayed silent, letting the tension take over. Your lips grazing over each other. The kiss was slow at first but it soon progressed into passionate open mouth kisses, both of you giving into your desires.
Your hands reached to grab his face, shocked at how soft his cheeks felt. “Wait wait wait” Tom said, pulling away slowly.
You caught your breath, wiping your lips as you moved back into your seat, “I should probably go”
Before Tom could say a word you were out the car rushing towards the dorm building. “Fuck” he said to himself as he leaned back into his seat. He knew he’d fucked up, but he couldn’t help the way he felt when he kissed you.
///
When you knocked on Tom’s office door the next day you were even more nervous than you were Monday. You were too embarrassed and instead of facing the problem head on you did what you did best, ignored it.
You spent the afternoon on the couch, headphones on as an excuse to block out Tom. If you had a question you didn’t ask it and when you had a comment you didn’t say it. It was pure torture for you and Tom, yet you both chose to ignore the elephant in the room.
As the hours passed and the sun began to set Tom’s patience was growing thin. He couldn’t pretend like the kiss never happened, and if he was being honest with himself he wanted more.
You sighed in frustration, as hard as you tried to concentrate on the papers in front of you, you just couldn’t. Thoughts about last night flooded your brain making it hard to concentrate on even the simplest sentences. You threw the paper on the couch, ripping your headphones off, “I’m sorry but this silence is killing me, can we just get this awkward conversation over with”
“Alright well” Tom stared at you, unsure what to say. Yes he felt wrong but he also didn’t care. He got a taste of you and now he wanted more, “I apologize for what happened, it was completely unprofessional on my part”
You cleared your throat trying to find the right response, “yeah, well, I'm sorry too, we were both in the wrong and it shouldn’t have happened and I’m really hoping we can just move past this”
“Yes I agree” Tom nodded his head, “So how are those papers coming along?”
You shrugged, sitting down in the exact leather chair you’d sat in on Monday, “There needs to be a study group or something, I mean if this is the writing skills of our future world leaders I’m honestly a little concerned”
Tom chuckled, his hands instinctively reaching for his tie, something you noticed he did subconsciously. Your heart skipped a beat as your stomach fluttered, “god get a grip girl” You thought as you blinked your lust filled thought away.
Tom smirked, noticing your reaction to the way you reacted to him, “Yes well not everyone has an easy time with writing as you do”. He touched his tie again, this time tugging on the knot a little.
Your breath hitched as your brain went foggy. A low chuckle leaving his mouth as you shook your head, “Well I’m not that great of a writer, I mean I have countless drafts that no one sees”
“Really?” Tom played with his tie, loving how much the simple habit affected you, “How many drafts did you make before you sent that email?”
Your eyes widening in surprise, “no drafts. Drunk me is the best writer”
Tom smiled, getting up from his seat as he moved to stand in front of you. You watched as he leaned against his desk. You bit your lip as you leaned back into the chair, enjoying the way that Tom seemed so much taller than you.
“You know you probably shouldn’t say that to your professor”
You smirked, “There’s a lot of things I shouldn’t say to my professor” You were playing with fire but the heat felt too good, it made you want to know what the burn felt like. “Fuck it, what’ve you got to lose” You thought to yourself as you smiled.
“Oh yeah?” Tom’s eyebrow raised in question as he leaned down towards you, his face only inches from you, “things like what?”
You smiled bringing your lips close to his ear, “Like how much I want you to fuck me”
The groan that left Tom had your thighs clenching together, “Yeah you definitely shouldn’t tell me that.” You chuckled as you leaned back in the seat, Tom’s eyes moved over your body like you were a work of art, “but then again as a teacher I probably shouldn’t want to fuck my student so badly”
Your lips parted in surprise as Tom smirked, his fingers gently trailing up your thigh. Your breath hitched in anticipation but a disappointed sigh left your mouth when his hand didn’t move past the hem of your short dress. “If this happens no one can know”
You nodded your head as his hand grabbed your chin, keeping your head in place and forcing you to look into his eyes, “Words darling”
“No one finds out” You gulped, your body frozen. You could feel yourself getting wet from the power he held over you. The feeling of his having control over you was intoxicating
“And you understand that I will never use this against you? You can leave right now and I will forget this ever happened and we can go right back to our normal professional student-teacher relationship”
“I understand professor” You nodded, wanting nothing more than for his hands to be all over you.
“Good girl” He smiled, placing a quick kiss on your forehead, “Now go sit on my desk and spread those legs”
You smiled, quickly doing as you were told. Tom chuckled, amused by your excitement. You watched as he got on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours as he places kisses up your thighs, occasionally leaving a mark that would stay for days to come. “You’re so wet, all this over a couple of kisses?” He teased
Before you could answer Tom moved your underwear aside, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. You moaned, your hand instinctively reaching for his hair. “I knew you would taste good,” He said, licking his lips. He ate you like you were his last meal, licking and slurping you like a starving man.
You’d never been more thankful that the school was empty on Saturdays, no one around to hear the moans that Tom was coaxing out of you. “Oh god” Your hips shamelessly bucking against his face as he pulled your legs onto his shoulder.
“Tom please” You whimpered as his tongue slowed down to a teasing pace. He groaned, his large hand slapping your thigh, “It’s professor.” His voice was demanding and powerful. Your eyes rolled back as his fingers stretched you, toes curling as he effortlessly found your g-spot. “Professor please I’m gonna cum”
“Cum for me baby” He moaned, “I want your cum all over my face”
His fingers moved faster as you reached your breaking point, loud moans leaving your mouth as your back arched. You could feel Tom smirking against your clit as your legs began to slightly shake.
“You sound so pretty when you cum” Tom said as he stood up, your cum making his face glisten in the last bits of light that came from the windows of the office. You couldn’t help yourself, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer as you licked your cum off his face.
“Someone’s eager” He joked as you kissed down his neck. “Hmm I can’t help it, you just look so sexy with my cum on your face. Plus I’ve been wanting this all semester so are you gonna give me what I want or am I gonna have to get it from someone else”
Tom’s jaw tightened as he grabbed your wrist, “Don’t be a brat or I’ll edge you all night and leave you with nothing”
You whimpered as Tom pulled you off the desk, “Now if I remember correctly,” you watched as he loosened his tie, “You wanted to wear this.” You nodded your head, watching as he took off the blue and white tie, taking a deep breath as he placed it around your neck.
“And as much as I love you in this dress, I think I’d prefer for you to be out of it” He smirked. You chuckled, turning around so he could unzip the dress, letting the fabric pool at your feet. Tom’s arms snaked around your body he pulled your back into his. His fingers playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling the sensitive area. You bit your lip, rubbing your ass against his hard on, your pussy desperate for more attention.
“Professor” You wined, “I want you”
“So needy baby” He chuckled against your skin as he kissed up your shoulder and neck, “Don’t worry, you’ve been a good girl I won’t tease you too much”
Your head rested against his shoulder as his hand twisted the tie, making it tighter around your throat, “Is this okay?” You nodded, wincing when his hand roughly slapped your ass, “Come on sweetheart you're smart enough to know that when I ask a question I expect an answer. Now use your words”
“Yes Professor” You said moaning as his hand gently rubbed the area he’d just hit. Tom quickly unbuckled his pants, pushing them down as he aligned himself with you. He teasingly rubbed the head of his cock on your clit, loving the low whimpers that escaped your mouth as your hips jolted up.
Tom’s grip on your hips tightened, pushing you down into the desk as he bottomed you out. You moaned loudly as he began to thrust into you, “This is what you wanted right? Your professor fucking you like a slut”
You gripped the desk, trying your best to keep your balance. Tom gripped the tie again, the fabric pulling your head back. “Faster please Professor” You begged as you moved your hips.
His hips sped up as his hand moved in front of you tracing figure eights on your clit. You became light headed from how tight the tie was but you couldn’t care less it all felt too good. “Sir Please It’s too much I’m gonna cum”
“Go on baby cum on my cock, give it to me” Tom sped up, becoming needier as he came closer to cumming. He pulled your body into his, fucking up into you as he kissed the harsh line where the tie met your skin. The sensation was too much for you as you came, your walls squeezing Tom, milking his cock of all his cum as he came shortly after you.
Your body went limp, leaning against the desk so you didn’t fall to the floor. Tom sighed, pulling out of you, groaning when he saw his cum leaking out your abused hole. “You did so good” Tom whispered as he kissed up your spine, “Such a good girl for me”
You slowly got up, turning around to face him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Tom smiled, picking you up and moving you to the couch, where you sat cuddled in his arms. “Are you okay?” he asked, still placing kisses all over your body
“I’m cold” You said, your head resting against his shoulder. He chuckled, quickly grabbing his jacket from his chair before returning to your tired body. You laid in his lap with his jacket wrapped around you, Tom’s hand running up and down your spine as he kissed your forehead.
You glanced at the clock, “it’s getting late”
Tom sighed, “let’s just stay like this for a little while, then we’ll get you dressed and I’ll drive you to your dorm”
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A/N: Part two is here! There won't be another one after this. I just wanted to split it into two little scenarios with one being cute and the other not so cute lmao...I hope you enjoy - as always I appreciate feedback a lot!
taglist: @lovely-ateez
genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), lifeguard!au, pool sex, unprotected sex
words: 3.4 k
PART 1 (fluff, both parts can be read independently)
It was the middle of the summer holidays and you had never been happier. Sunny weather, swimming, lots of free time and as much ice cream as you wanted were only a few of the reasons for your luck. The main cause was the boy of your dreams. A few weeks ago, you had met. It had been the most chaotic, embarrassing day at the public swimming pool – or so you had initially thought. Turns out being a walking disaster could not only attract negative attention. When the otherworldly handsome and kind lifeguard had pulled your clumsy figure out of the water and even bought you ice cream to make you feel better, you had a feeling things were about to change. And you hadn’t been wrong. Maybe you were seeing things through rose-colored glasses and a mix of lovestruck hormones, but you suspected he might just really be this great.
Ever since your first ice cream date, the two of you had been inseparable. Looks were one thing – and you had made yourself aware that though he was a picture of perfection, he could still have turned out to not be your type at all. But the inside reflected on his outside. Every day you found out a new enrapturing detail about him. He was a never-ending book that you were utterly unwilling to put back down.
Your days were spent at the public swimming pool, watching your lifeguard boyfriend do his job and questioning if this was all some sort of hidden camera prank. During his break he came running straight to your spot under the trees and plopped down on your towel, ready to spend the most time with you until he had to go back. Although your streak of bad luck was over, he still took care of you and made sure you were okay in the heat. He reminded you to drink enough water and sent you a good morning text every day. When he had first asked you to help him put sunscreen on his shoulders, you had hesitated with cheeks hotter than the sunlight that day. Now it was a daily thing, and sometimes when his hands were on your back, rubbing in the lotion, you caught yourself wishing there weren’t a hundred families around you. But it was hard scoring alone time with him at the pool. Even later at night, right before closing time, there were always one or two diehard swimming fans there.
“I love watching my cute girlfriend swim,” he would keep telling you.
“You better make sure you’re paying attention to the rest of the visitors, too,” you would reply, but secretly love his flirty remarks. Perhaps he wasn’t even so far off. After your first encounter, it was apparent that maybe you were the one guest who didneed the closest monitoring. Even his co-workers knew of you. They had made it their life mission to remind him daily how whipped he was for you, but he never cared about their teasing.
At night, you rode your bikes home. Towards the candy cotton clouds on the horizon, through the small suburb, you rode side by side, still damp hair flowing in the wind. Outside your home he cupped your face then, the sun kissed skin of his hands still warm to the touch. Like he was the slowly setting sun himself, he kissed you goodnight. You were addicted to his lips. He made you fly, brought back all your fondest memories as if he himself was in them, and let you forget every worry you’ve ever had in the world.
One evening at the pool, you lay on your bathmat, headphones in your ears and your favorite summer playlist taking you to another world. Suddenly, two hands grabbed you by the shoulders. You jerked up in surprise.
“Oh my god, we could have hit our heads together!” you scolded your boyfriend, who was smiling at you like an innocent five-year old.
“Guess what. My boss just told me that I can close the place up tonight. You know what that means, right?” he said.
“Tell me more,” you smirked.
“Technically, we can stay here however long we want. And do whatever we want. As long as no one finds out,” he whispered the last part into your ear. Chills ran up your spine despite the heat in the air.
“Do whatever we want, huh?” you said. “I thought you were being a model employee?”
“I am,” he shrugged with his child-like smile. “And the model employee needs to go back to work now. I have a reputation to uphold. You’ll be waiting for me, right?”
“Of course,” you nodded, watching his figure as he jogged back to his seat by the pool. The next hours seemed to go by extra-slowly, to your dismay. After his announcement, you only found yourself staring in his direction more than on any other day. Truly, you could never get used to his handsomeness. You thought of his voice that made you melt like ice and his hands when he kissed you. Too often they remained in innocent, safe territory. Maybe that was about to change. It was a Friday, meaning the opening hours were longer than usual. By 10 pm however, even the last person had left. The public swimming pool was closed. Officially.
You had to admit, you could get used to having an enormous swimming pool all to yourself. Blissfully, you dived through the water, not having to worry about crashing into anybody’s legs or losing track of your surroundings. You had always felt as though swimming was a little like flying. Not that you knew what flying would be like. But if you had to make a guess, feeling weightless and small in a seemingly endless space probably came close. All your life, it had remained the same. Playing pretend in the water, acting like a mermaid scavenging for the most precious treasure of the seven seas – all your loveliest ideas lingered in your memory like it had been yesterday.
The pool had a shallow end, about the depth which allowed your head to reach above the surface, and progressively deepened towards the other end. You took a gulp of air and descended into the darkness. Taking long strokes, you dived towards the white light at the wall of the shallower pool end. With the brightness ahead of you, you failed to notice the shadow behind you.
As you were in the process of coming up from the water, a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around you. For the second time that day, you jolted in surprise and quickly gasped for air.
“You scared me out of my wits! Will you stop that!” you said, but you were already smiling. It was hard to carry grudges against the boy behind you. Not when he held your waist and rested his chin on your bare shoulder, grinning as if it was a crime to even suspect him of such things.
“Hi, there,” he said and pecked your cheek sweetly. “I missed you.”
“So did I,” you admitted. Only months ago, you had made fun of how lovestruck your friend had been. You weren’t one to speak now. His hands let go of you while you turned your body to face him. Then they were on you again, and although it was a small touch, your lack of clothes created a tension between you right away.
“Wanna race me?” he whispered into your ear, as if there was anyone around to listen in. Was he serious? Did he really think you wanted him to let go of you now? His voice on your neck rendered you wanting him so bad, you had to take a deep breath to compose yourself.
“I’ve been swimming all day,” you said. “Besides, didn’t you say we could do whatever we wanted? We can swim whenever we want, during opening hours.”
“Oh, sounds like you have better plans?” he asked. For a moment, he touched your forehead with his. If you bent forward slightly, you could have kissed him. His hungry eyes were on your lips when you had finished the thought.
“I was thinking you could kiss me, for starters?” you coaxed him. He chuckled.
“So you’ve been thinking about it too, the past few hours,” he realized. “You know, I was trying to be subtle about it.”
“Forget about being subtle,” you said. “Let’s just make out, please?”
“I’d like nothing better than that,” he smiled, and then your mouths touched. His gentle lips tasted faintly of chlorine and salt, a taste you had come to associate with him and magnificent things. You held his face in your hands tightly and pushed your body against him yearningly. Reacting, he sighed and deepened the kiss. His wandering hands found the small of your backside as you arched your back into his frame. You hummed quietly, hands burying in his wet hair and playing with it at the nape of his neck.
All your childhood you had been searching for your treasure under the water. Now you understood. He was right there in front of you. Little you would be proud you had found someone this precious and incomparable. And hot.
“Jump,” he said. You did as he suggested and wrapped your legs around his waist. The proximity of his body made your heart hammer against your ribcage with such feverishness, you worried it might jump through your chest. With the way he touched every curve of your body, you almost forgot how to kiss. Luckily, your instincts did the job for you as you sipped on his lips and sighed every so often. He caught your bottom lip between his teeth, and you felt his smirk when you moaned in surprise. Every inch of your skin burned with desire for him.
As he carried you over to the side of the pool, you pulled away shortly. You took the liberty to attack his neck with frenzied kisses. It felt just as you had imagined a thousand times. You couldn’t possibly recount all the instances when you had found yourself staring at his neck and shoulders in the past weeks. He was easily the biggest distraction you had ever known. But it wasn’t your fault his tanned skin was so inviting and his strong presence ever so alluring. Returning his teasing, you bit into his shoulder, kissing and sucking on it right after.
“Fuck, baby,” he said in a throaty tone. “You’re amazing.”
Softly, he rubbed his nose against yours before your lips locked again. The kiss was all but soft. Your tongues meddled as if you were starved people and you could barely keep your hands in one place. Not that you would want to. You wanted to glue his hands onto your body or better yet handcuff him to your wrists. What was the opposite of a restraining order called? You were about to invent a word for it. Never before had you been so intoxicated, so in ecstasy with another person.
He pulled aside the fabric of your top momentarily and cupped your breasts in his hands. You gasped and melted into his touch and the way he played with your nipples. He attacked your neck in kisses and you shut your eyes, enjoying the sensation of his lips.
“I really want you.” He had his hands on your ass and all you could think about was the growing bulge in his swimming shorts. Your hard nipples rubbed against his chest, the thin fabric of your swim top doing little to nothing to separate your bodies. How could somebody’s whole existence be so titillating? He pulled away, just far enough to speak but barely. “I’ve wanted you like this for a while. But I didn’t want to unsettle you by making you think I just want sex from you. Truth is, I don’t want you to be just some summer romance, Y/N. Every day I hope you’ll still be here when summer is over.”
“Why would you think I’m going anywhere?” you asked. “You’re the reason I’m the happiest I’ve ever been. I ask myself every day how I managed to end up with you in the first place.”
“That’s easy. First, threaten to demolish the turnstile with your stubbornness, second, offer your head to a bunch of kids with a water ball, third, square up against a bug in front of a hundred people, fourth- “
“Okay! Enough,” you said. “Don’t bring up my clumsiness. That’s just about the least sexy thing in the world.”
“Baby, I think there’s nothing not sexy about you,” he spoke. He kissed you deeply and all your embarrassing memories vanished at once. “So, you’re cool with this?”
His sudden change in tone caused your breath to hitch in your throat, as his hands lingered by your hips, just above your bikini bottom. You only nodded, the motion getting more eager as the words sunk in. He slid his fingers along the inside of your thigh, and you squirmed under his touch in desperation. Swiftly, he pushed aside the material above your center. His digits slid through your wetness, catching the nub between them, and rubbing ever so slowly. An overwhelmed gasp spilled over your lips, and you closed your eyelids.
“Fuck- ,“ you muttered under your breath. He teased your core, nearly sliding his finger into you, but then pulling away to find your nub to toy with.
“You look so beautiful,” he said. At his words, you looked at him through fluttering eyelids. He was one to talk about beauty. The luminescence from underwater sharpened his features, and his eyes had something magical, something enchanting about them. Like he could have you – or anyone – without saying a word. He reminded you of a merman, or rather a siren. Ready to drag you along with him, deep under the surface. And you were so willing to let it happen. For all you knew, you were long lost and under his spell anyway.
“Have you ever done it in public?” he asked. You were too distracted by his fingers on you at first, head hanging back in ecstasy, until you snapped out of it.
“No, but – fuck – I guess I can strike that one off my sex bucket list after tonight, can’t I?” you said.
“You have a sex bucket list? Interesting, tell me more about it,” he smirked. His eyes darkened and his tongue licked over his lips once. As if on command, his lazy ministrations on you quickened, rubbing your clit in small, circular motions until you were a moaning, stammering mess. You suspected he did so just to see your immediate reaction, and you gave him just what he wanted.
“Can we postpone the – the talking…on later?” you murmured, feeling like collapsing against his broad shoulders. “I’m kind of too busy to – to talk.”
“I can see that,” he teased you, kissing you gently. The delicacy of his lips only made your head spin more. “You’re so sweet, baby.”
“Don’t you want to get busy too?” you asked. You reached for his swimming trunks and wrapped your hand around his hard member through the material. “I don’t want to wait any longer.”
“Shit- me too.” His arousal echoed in his moans, and he sucked in a breath. There was a sense of power in knowing you could make him react so gravely by doing so little. You tugged on his trunks and pulled them down a little to reveal his full length. Palming him, you felt how painfully hard he must have been for a while now. He groaned and it was the best thing you had ever heard. Eagerly, you slid your bikini bottom off and watched for a moment as it sunk down into the depths of the pool. Your legs wrapped around his waist again as he aligned his cock with your core.
At this point you supposed you were both out of words. Hunger had taken over and you barely managed to form a sentence. He kissed you and you hummed and nodded, wanting him to know you were ready. Easily, he entered you and you whimpered at the way he stretched your velvet walls after all the wait. Your senses were overcome with everything around you. The warm water enveloping the both of you, the soft summer breeze caressing your faces, his hands on your hips as he guided your body into his thrusts and the sound of your breathless moans and sighs – it was pure bliss. Night had almost fallen, with the sky being a deep blue, almost black by now. It was a perfect setting for a perfect night with your favorite person.
You gazed into his dilated pupils and the coil in your stomach tightened in the most delicious way possible. Now you recounted a myriad of dreams you’d seen him in. Not always, but occasionally he showed up in your dirtiest of dreams, with his gorgeous, addictive smile and strong arms. But now he was right there, in front of you – inside of you – and you apprehended how weak your boldest imaginations had been. Your nails dug into the skin of his shoulders as you clenched around his cock. He moaned your name huskily and it only clouded your head further.
It was crazy how loving a person could magnify everything. Even with closed eyes, the mere idea of him fucking you, at night in a public pool, could beat every single other experience you’d ever had. You felt like you were blessed with the audience with a god. A god, who had manifested on earth only to scoop you up and show you the finest things in life. You definitely couldn’t think of a finer thing than his cock dragging through your walls, hitting your g-spot repeatedly, while he had you cased against the pool tiles. Moans and little whimpers fell from your lips, and you were glad there wasn’t a single soul close by who could have heard.
He was jaw-dropping. With the way he pounded into you hard, using the poolside wall as support on your back, you felt your head spin as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your skin seemed to prickle wherever he touched you and you pushed your chest against his. Just a little closer, you told yourself, even though you were running out of space already. It was body against body while he whispered naughty things into your ears, telling you how incredible you felt, how lucky he had gotten with you and how sexy he found you.
“You’re the fucking best I’ve ever had, baby,” he said. His teeth grazed your neck as he kissed your sensitive skin messily. You could have counted every single drop of water hanging from the strands of his hair and adorning his face. Could have taken notice of every single eyelash and even the tiniest speckles of color in his irises. But you could barely command your eyes to stay open.
“So- close,” you said. In your ecstasy, you clawed at his back as another wave of pleasure went through your entire body.
“Together, hm?” he said, lips brushing over your cheek with every thrust. You hummed and nodded, as he picked up his thrusts to a toe-curling speed. With every touch of your sweet spot, you felt reality slip away a little further, and you were doing nothing to fight it. You invited the feeling in, resting your forehead against his, breaths coming out in short puffs. And then it overcame you. Your orgasm jolted through you like electricity, and you clung to him as if you might have sunken otherwise. It made your shared moans high pitched, and he followed you, pulling you into his arms like it was alone you who was keeping him afloat.
The splashing of the water softened as he drew out your highs for as long as possible with slower thrusts. Eventually, he halted completely. He cradled your face in his hands and when you finally opened your tired eyes, he was watching you with full adoration. His charming smile caused an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. This was only the beginning of your time together, yet you could barely fathom your fortune. And as it seemed, this time fate was on your side.
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Slow Hands
Steve Rogers x Reader AU
Run-through: Tony Stark found you while on a mission one day, since then he raised you as his own daughter. Most of the Avengers knew nothing about you, because Tony was so protective over you that he kept you sheltered and cut off from most of the outside world almost all the time. The few people who knew about you were Nat and Steve. And they adored you, even though you were a whiny baby most of the time despite being a young adult. However, somewhere in his all righteous, super soldier heart, hidden in a shadowy chamber beneath all the courage, loyalty and bravery - Steve Rogers nurtured his immoral, sinful desires for you. He was a composed man, and he thought he could keep it all hidden, in complete secrecy and perhaps never let his improper feelings show. But that was until he no longer could…
Themes: fluff, smut, age gap
“Steve!” you shouted in excitement, almost running to the front door to greet your favorite super soldier.
His laughter filled the entire house as you jumped into his arms, wrapping your arms around him and gave him the tightest hug you could. “Hey doll! Happy Birthday!” He wished you, returning the same excitement you showed him.
You pulled away from the hug, smiling as big as you could. His deep, ocean blue eyes looked down at you in awe.
“Well I’m not jealous at all. Not even one bit.” A voice spoke from behind Steve.
Steve moved to the side and your face lit up again at the sight of Natasha standing there with the biggest teddy bear you had ever seen under her arm. She gave you her signature smirk and you went in for a tight hug.
“Nat! I missed you!” You whispered against her hair. She chuckled and kissed the side of your head.
She pulled away smiling, “Don’t lie, we all know you only ever miss Steve.” She teased and walked past you and Steve and further into your home.
Once she was gone, you immediately grabbed Steve’s hands and led him inside the lavish living room.
“You just turned twenty one, doll. Are you excited?” Steve asked, letting his attentive gaze roam all over you. Something about you always made his body tingle with excitement.
You looked adorable, he thought, as always. The blue dress looked perfect on you, and as much as he tried to fight the urge to look down at your chest, he couldn’t. He felt something stir inside him the more he looked at you. So he looked away.
“I don’t know. Being a grown up is scary.” You answered, mindlessly playing with Steve’s fingers as you walked into the spacious living room.
“Hey,” Steve said gently, turning his body towards you. He carefully cupped your face to make sure he has your undivided attention, “You don’t have to worry about anything. We’re all here for you.” He meant that with all his heart. “I’m here for you, I’ll keep you safe.”
You smiled up at him and went in for another bone crushing hug. “Thank you Steve.” You mumbled against his chest.
Steve kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arms around you. He could feel your body heat pressing up against him - and his mind went straight to filth. He couldn’t help it, he tried. He always tried to suppress what he felt for you and hide it beneath many, many layers but he could never truly get over you.
Steve met you for the first time just a few weeks after you turned 18. Because that’s when him and Nat finally figured out what secret Tony had been hiding for so many years. It was you; you were the perfectly hidden secret that Tony kept away from the rest of the world. The adopted, darling daughter of Tony Stark.
Tony was very much protective of you. You only ever left the house when accompanied by someone. You were very much sheltered too. Too innocent for your own good. Shortly after Steve met you he realized that you were void of all the sinful things which filled the heads of most young adults your age. You were a perfect, pure little princess who was needy and playful but also more beautiful and feminin than any woman Steve had ever met.
He was whipped, gone. You had him wrapped around your little finger and he wasn’t even complaining. He caught feelings pretty quickly for you, thinking it was nothing Steve thought he would get over it soon. But here he was now, years later and still feeling the same way.
He knew he couldn’t be with you, Tony would kill him. But at the same time, the thought of you with someone else enraged him. He couldn’t bear the thought of another man touching you like he couldn’t. Something in him flipped like a switch when it came to you; he no longer wanted to be just or brave or be the hero or the knight which saved everyone.
With you, he felt something much stronger, darker. The need to protect, the need to be territorial. To be selfish, and keep you all to himself. All his righteousness faded into sin around you. Secretly, he liked how everyone knew that he was your favorite. He liked how whenever you were being difficult, Tony would always call him for help to deal with you. He liked how even with other people around, you chose to stick to his side like his shadow.
He loved it, loved you.
-
“Okay honey, make a wish.” Tony spoke as soon as he finished lighting up all the candles. Twenty one of them.
You were so excited, on your tiptoes as you closed your eyes and thought of a wish and right as you bent to blow your candles, the sound of the AI alerting something urgent was heard. You looked at Steve, a little nervous, and he was by your side in less than a second.
“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay, it’s probably nothing.” He whispered, wrapping a protective arm around you while Tony and Nat were looking into what information they had just received.
And judging by the look on your dad’s face, you could tell something bad had happened somewhere in the world, and they needed him to fix it. Which meant that you would have to spend the rest of your birthday evening all alone in this big, empty house.
“You have to go to work?” You asked Tony, tears already forming at your waterline. You sounded hurt and heartbroken.
Tony walked over to you and pulled you into his arms. Steve had to hide how he hated having to let go of you, as he took a few steps back to let Tony hug you. “I’m sorry, honey. But people need help right now.” He whispered into your hair. “I have to go.”
Steve noticed that Nat was already gone, probably getting the Jet or calling the rest of the team for backup. Part of him knew that duty came first and he hated how he’d have to leave you.
You pulled away from Tony’s hug, “You’re all gonna leave me alone on my birthday?” You asked, looking so broken that Tony felt his world breaking apart. He looked past you and his eyes landed on Steve.
“No,” Tony answered, “Steve will be here keeping you company and keeping you safe until I return. Okay?” Tony knew that you loved spending time with Steve more than anything, and he knew that your mood would get a little better upon hearing that. “Right Steve?”
Steve was surprised. It’s not that the team wouldn’t be able to manage without him, but he truly wasn’t expecting this.
“Yeah. Of course,” he spoke as you turned to face him with tears in your eyes. He reached out and gently wiped a tear away. “Don’t cry princess, I’ll be here with you. Let Tony go, he’ll be back before you even know it.”
You sniffled, weighing it out. Hmm, spending time with Steve was your favorite thing to do. But that would mean having to let your dad go. You hated it when Tony went away on missions. But you also knew that this was important. This was his job as Earth’s best defender after all.
“Fine,” you mumbled, a little grumpy.
Tony gave you a kiss on the forehead and apologized and promised to make it up to you when he came back, and left.
-
Within the next half an hour, Tony and Nat were gone. You watched the Jet take off from your bedroom’s balcony, tears streaming down your face. You hoped and prayed that they came back home safe but you were also hurt and angry that they left you on your birthday.
You stared at the night sky until the Jet could no longer be seen, then you walked back into your room and angrily started undressing, murmuring under your breath, “Stupid, stupid, stupid! Stupid dress! Stupid cake! Stupid birthday!” you got stuck in your dress because of the zipper and that’s when you started sobbing.
Steve heard you crying and hurried his way upstairs and into your room. He found you knelt on the ground, on your soft rug, crying. Your dress was almost off but not quite, stuck around your hips, exposing your entire upper body. He pretended not to see the black, lace bodysuit you were left in. Your hair was a slight mess and the teddy bear that Nat gave you was thrown carelessly on the ground. Steve approached you with caution.
“Hey princess,” he spoke softly. Your hands covered your face but he could tell you were silently crying. “What’s wrong? Don’t you wanna go downstairs? We can have a movie night, and there’s so much cake-,”
You cut him off with a calm, yet bitter tone. “I don’t want that stupid fucking cake. I don’t want a stupid fucking party. I want my dad, and Nat.” You sniffled. “But where are they? Right, out saving the fucking world because people need them. Well I need them too.” You sniffled again. “Throw that stupid fucking cake away!” You raised your voice by the end.
“Hey!” Steve grabbed both your hands and pulled them away from your face. His heart broke at the sight of your teary eyes. “I know you’re upset, but watch your language.”
You lowered your eyes in shame. “Sorry.” You mumbled.
Steve settled down on your rug, leaning against your bed as he gently pulled you onto his lap. You happily settled on his thighs, like you had many times before. And he noticed that you didn’t seem to mind your semi nudity.
Steve placed his hands on your thighs, rubbing them gently. He reached behind your back and unzipped the dress fully so you could take it off. You tossed the dress aside and Steve watched how you purposely threw it and made sure that it landed on the teddy; Nat’s gift to you.
“That wasn’t nice.” Steve pulled your closer, praying to God that you don’t notice his erected cock pressing against you.
“I hate it.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest and huffing in anger.
“No you don’t.” Steve fought back a chuckle. “You’re adorable when you’re angry.” The correct word would be ‘smoking hot’ but he knew he couldn’t say that out loud. But fuck did you look hot.
You glared at him through your lashes and he could no longer hold back the chuckle.
“Oh come on. There’s so much we can do.” He tried to get you in a better mood. And there was one thing which worked each time, “You want ice-cream?”
The minute he said that, your face lit up in excitement. “Yes please!” You bounced with excitement right on his lap and Steve had to fight back the urge to lean in and kiss the living hell out of you.
“Alright then,” he tried to ignore the way his body was begging for you. “Wait right here, I’ll go get you some.”
Steve walked out and was back in less than five minutes. He wondered if you had gotten dressed in the meantime but when he walked back into your room; you were just as he left you. Half naked on the floor, waiting patiently, sat on your fluffy rug.
“There you go,” as he handed you your tub of ice-cream and sat down next to you he also noticed that the teddy that Nat had given you was no longer on the floor but perfectly placed on your bed. He was right after all, you didn’t hate it. “Wanna watch a movie?” he turned to look at you and found you with a mouth full of rich, chocolate ice-cream.
You nodded.
Steve couldn’t sit still. The sounds of your moans of delight after each spoonful of ice-cream was driving him insane. And you weren’t doing it on purpose either. But he was falling apart, he could no longer maintain his calm and composure.
He had to do something to get you to stop before he loses it. “Okay now, that’s enough. You’re gonna get sick.” He took the spoon and the half-empty tub from you and you groaned.
“But-,”
“No,” he set it aside, looking at the mess you made with ice-cream all over yourself; somehow all over your lips and chin. “You’re a mess, princess.” He said, looking at you lovingly.
You felt the sudden need to get on his lap again, so you did, probably high off all the sugar. You straddled his thighs and scooted closer to him. “Clean it.” You demanded, playfully.
You caught Steve by surprise. His arms wrapped around you instinctively but he was still a little surprised by your behavior. “Okay,” he reached out and wiped the sides of your mouth with his thumb and then he got lost in your eyes and before he knew it, he began leaning in.
Your lips met his halfway, and while he was still surprised he kissed you gently; testing the waters. You kissed him back, slowly. Steve smirked through the kiss and deepened it while he gently laid you down on the fluffy rug, on your back. He hovered above you, your legs wrapped around his waist. He nibbled on your lip, tugging on it before slipping his tongue past your lips. You moaned, letting him do what he wanted.
Steve’s heart raced in his chest as he pulled away to look down into your eyes. He then saw the wild look in your eyes. Had you always looked at him with that look in your eyes?
“Hey,” he said softly, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “What’s that look for?” He couldn’t help but ask.
Your face felt really hot for a moment, then you answered, shyly, “I… I’ve always wanted to kiss you.”
Steve’s eyes widened in surprise. Then he chuckled, “Is that so?”
You nodded quickly. And Steve leaned in for another kiss; he kissed you with all he had. He had dreamt of kissing you so, so many times. But not once had he ever thought that it would be on your bedroom floor, on your pink rug.
You could feel his hunger through his kiss. Your hands gently cupped his face to pull him closer when he tried to pull away. Steve smiled and kissed you with more passion and he didn’t stop until you pulled away to take a breath.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” he asked, looking down at you and wondering if this was truly happening. You got shy and tried to hide your face but he wouldn’t let you. “No no, answer me princess.”
You told him the truth. “I was… scared that you didn’t… that you wouldn’t- I was scared that you wouldn’t believe me if I told you how I feel.”
It was true. Ever since you met Steve, you have had a secret crush on him which morphed into something so much more over time. No one knew, it was your little secret. Although, not so much anymore.
Steve fought the need to smirk. “And how do you feel?”
You released the lip you had in between your teeth. “Right now, tingly.”
Steve smirked. “Show me where, princess.”
You grabbed his hand, the one which gently touched your face and you guided it down till in between your legs. “Here.” You were almost breathless.
He immediately cupped your core, applying just the right amount of pressure against your throbbing clit. He chuckled before leaning in to kiss along your jaw, whispering sinfully, “Mind if I touch you?”
You let out a quiet moan, “Please…”
Steve kissed down along your neck as he gently moved your underwear aside and gently slid his fingers up and down your wet folds. You gasped the moment he slowly circled your clit. You moaned when he dragged his finger down and pushed it past your entrance. “You okay, princess?”
You nodded. “More...please,” you whined.
Steve placed his mouth back onto yours and then added another finger and started gently pumping them in and out of you.
He placed his thumb on your throbbing clit and rubbing it gently while he finger-fucked you; your wetness dripping and smearing all over his hand. You threw your head back and moaned when his fingers touched you in all the right places. Your body squirmed, your back arching off the floor as he made you feel good.
“Have you ever thought of me? While touching yourself? Hmm?” He asked and your face burned again and you whispered out your answer.
“Yes…”
He chuckled against your lips. “You dirty, dirty little girl.”
You moaned again when he sped up; his fingers stroking your walls perfectly and increasing the sweet pressure forming in between your hips.
“Are you gonna cum for me, princess?”
You nodded at his question and caught yourself grinding your hips against his hand; moaning and whimpering.
“It’s okay, princess. Let go, cum for me…”
You didn’t hear the rest of what he said. You came all over his fingers, moaning out loud in pleasure. Coming undone all over his hand as he kept pumping them in and out, getting everything he could out of you.
Steve pressed his lips to yours and kissed you like there’s no tomorrow; there was nothing gentle or innocent about the kiss anymore, just hunger and passion and pure craving. He moaned through the kiss when you slid your hands into his hair and tugged on it gently.
He couldn’t take it any longer, he had to feel you. So before you could process what was happening, Steve tore your body suit off of you like it was nothing. You gasped in surprise but before you could say anything, he diverted your attention elsewhere by kissing down your body.
“Do you know,” he kissed along your chest, “how long I’ve wanted this for?” He took one of your breasts into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his teeth before releasing it and giving the other the same attention. “Been waiting to kiss you,” he kissed further down your body, “to touch you,” he settled in between your legs and spread them further apart, “to taste you…” you felt his warm breath and then you felt his warm tongue, parting your folds gently.
Your back arched off the rug as his tongue slowly circled your throbbing clit and licked down again, teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. You whined and whimpered; with your legs wrapped around his head, your body squirming in pleasure and your moans incessant. Your hand flew to his hair instinctively and you tugged on it as he flicked his tongue and teased your clit over and over again.
You felt your legs shaking as he teased your entrance with the tip of his tongue. His hands wrapped around your thighs, securing you in his grip as he pushed his face further into you, making you cry out loud in pleasure.
“Steve…” you whined.
You heard him chuckle as he kissed along your inner thighs for a moment. “You’re gonna cum for me again, princess?”
You nodded, and let out a moan when he got back to eating you out. You had touched yourself before, but none of that compared to what his mouth felt like.
“Go on, cum for me again…”
You did. You came all over his mouth, shaking and moaning in pleasure under him. He looked down at you in pure adoration. “You did so good, baby.” He leaned in to kiss your lips briefly, “So good,” he mumbled against your lips.
Next thing you knew, Steve tossed his shirt off and started unbuckling his pants to free his erected cock. He couldn’t wait to just be inside of you but before he could, you got on your knees and gave him a look he couldn’t quite understand.
“What is it, baby?” he gently touched your cheek.
Your lips were swollen, and he couldn’t take your eyes off them. “I want to make you feel good too.” You mumbled, quietly, avoiding his eyes.
Steve smirked and leaned forward to kiss the side of your mouth. “You want to use that pretty little mouth and make me cum, is that it?” he sounded cocky, and his sinful words sent shivers down your body.
You nodded, shy despite your request. Steve stood up immediately; towering you with his tall and large frame as you remained on your knees in front of him. You realized that you liked it when he looked down at you.
“Go ahead princess, make me feel good.”
You inched closer to him and went ahead and unbuckled his pants and lowered it just enough to free his erected cock. You bit your lip as you looked up at him, “But I… I don’t know how…” you finished in a whisper and a nervous look in your eyes.
Steve traced your mouth with his thumb, urging you to part your lips. “Know what you do to those big lollipops you love so much?”
You nodded at his question.
“Just like that, princess. Go on,” he inched forward, pressing his tip to your lips.
You parted your lips, sticking your tongue out and licked his tip.
Judging by the way he hissed in pleasure you assumed you were doing something right and it only made you want to hear him moan even more. He inched his hips slightly forward, encouraging you to take more of him into your mouth.
“Come on, you can take it princess…”
You did. You let him into your mouth and then pulled him out, then let him in again. You watched how his face morphed into a frown as he gently slid his fingers into your hair. Steve looked down at you and smiled, you got the hang of it pretty quickly.
In no time you were bobbing your head around him. You took him in inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat.
“Fuck…” he swore under his breath again as you took him deeper into your mouth. “Your mouth feels so good, princess.”
His praise gave you a rush. You wanted more. You wanted to be good for him; good to him. You wanted to be his good little princess. So you gave him your all. You took most of his cock into your mouth and repeated your actions again and again, letting his raw taste fill your senses.
He bucked his hips forward very gently into your mouth, and loved the sight of your spit coating his cock. He moaned and growled and tugged on your hair occasionally as you pleasured him. His taste was all you could focus on; his raw taste, the occasional saltiness of his cum and the feeling of his smooth skin against your cheeks and the top of your mouth. You felt the veins of his firm cock against your tongue.
You closed your eyes to keep the newly formed tears from escaping, and you sucked his cock until he came undone all over your tongue; groaning and hissing in pleasure. You swallowed all that he gave you, licking his tip gently even after he came; wanting to get every last drop of him.
He smiled down at you, “That’s enough baby, stand up.”
Steve leaned in to kiss your face once you stood up again; along your cheek, your lips, your chin, whispering, “You did so well. I’m so proud of you, princess.”
You stood there, a faint smile on your swollen lips as you let him shower you with compliments. Steve wrapped his arms around you as he walked the two of you back until you felt the end of your bed. He pushed you down on it gently.
“I need you… bad,” he mumbled, looking down at your naked body lying there in front of him. “Will you be my good girl, baby? You’re gonna let me make you feel good?”
You nodded, lips parting as your heart raced. “Yes…” You were a bit too eager.
Steve discarded the rest of his clothes and he was on top of you in no time. He parted your legs and settled in between them. “You ready, princess? It might hurt a little bit, but it’s gonna be okay. I’m here, okay?”
You nodded quickly.
“Good girl,” he mumbled under his breath and lifted his hips to align his erected cock to your entrance. You instinctively spread your legs apart to give him more room.
You squirmed and moaned as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your wet folds, parting them as he circled your clit gently. You shuddered under him; whining in need. Your body was on fire, you wanted him. Bad.
With a slow, steady push, he inserted his length into you. You shuddered as you felt all of him. A strange pressure building up in between your legs as your body accommodated him inside.
“You okay, baby?” He asked, stopping halfway.
You forced your eyes open as you looked up at him, nodding, “Yeah…” You gasped as he pushed his cock further into you, your eyes closing once he was seated deep inside you. It took you sometime to get over the foreign, yet pleasurable feeling.
“Look at me.” He almost moaned, and the sound forced you to open your eyes again. “I want you to look at me while I fuck you,” he whispered a little breathlessly, looking intensely into your eyes.
Your eyes were fixed on his as he gently pulled out and pushed back into you again. You whimpered, but his kisses and soft words calmed you down. He sped up just a little, rocking his hips against yours. He stared into your eyes, speeding up into you again as he repeated his actions.
“Does that feel good? Do you like having me inside of you? Huh?” he whispered, leaning in to kiss your open mouth, shamelessly shoving his tongue past your parted lips and stroking the inside of your mouth as you nodded, or tried to.
His lips left your mouth and kissed down your face. You moaned again as he bit and licked the skin beneath your jaw, all while fucking you like his life depended on it. Passionately and gradually speeding up.
Your legs trembled as you wrapped them around his waist. The tip of his cock touched your most sensitive spots and your back arched off your bed.
“You feel so good, baby…”his voice cracked as he whimpered in your ear. You could feel your walls clench around him, and tighten around his thick member; making him swear out loud.
“Steve…” you whimpered as fucked deeper into you.
He groaned, and swore and bit down on your skin as he felt his orgasm building up nicely. “Are you close, baby? Are you gonna be my good little princess and cum all over my cock, huh?” He cooed. “Come on baby, cum for me…”
He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, he kept pounding into you as your eyes rolled back and you moaned out his name as you came. “Steve….”
Your body trembled under him as you came. He caught his breath, then leaned in to kiss you, repeatedly. Whispering something you couldn’t make sense of at the moment. Your mind was clouded, with lust mainly.
You weren’t sure how long it took you to calm your heartbeats and your breathing, but when you got back to your senses you were cuddling Steve, holding onto his chest. Your ear was right above his heart and his steady heartbeats calmed you down.
“You did so well, baby.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.
You were quiet for some time, and Steve thought you had fallen asleep but then you replied, “Thank you, Steve.”
“What for?”
You smiled, turning your head to kiss his damp chest. His cologne was fading but it was still there, and you loved it. “For always making me feel safe.”
Steve smiled.
“This is gonna be our little secret though. Okay, princess?” He asked, playing with your hair and running his hand down your back.
You giggled. “I know, I won’t tell anyone.”
Steve caught the mischief in your tone. “God, you’re gonna use this against me to get all the ice-cream you want in the world, aren’t you?”
“Yup.”
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Hey could you do headcanons for the mcl guys (or if not all of them castiel, armin, and kentin) when their S/O is a famous singer? Thank you❤
Oh god this turned out so longer than I expected huahahushaushu
First of all, these are too long to be headcanons, all three of them have more than 1k words each. Also, I changed a bit the prompt. It's more like "Candy has the dream of becoming a famous singer". The rest you'll see... I'll only say that I'm very proud of this one ;)
Castiel, Armin and Kentin with a Candy that wishes to be a famous singer
Castiel
Castiel wasn’t one to be friendly to new students, but he knew you weren’t like any other when you came to him and asked if Winged Skull was one of his favorite bands too. He was shocked to know that there was another person at Sweet Amoris who enjoyed the same bands as him. Yes, bands (in plural). After he answered that, yes, Winged Skull was his favorite band of all times, you started talking about your common interests and discovered that there were many.
He was a very closed off guy, but somehow you managed to break into his skull in a short time and, in a few months, you turned into best friends.
When Debrah came back and that whole situation happened, your fight with Castiel had a lot of impact over you. In your head, you had just lost your best friend forever. Fortunately. Lysander not only helped you recover from the blow and gave you energy to gather your friends and expose Debrah, but also helped you admit to yourself that, you did have feelings for Castiel.
Once she was unmasked and ran away like a coward, things quickly came back to normal. In less than one week, you had restored your reputation, your friends apologized for misjudging you, Castiel and you were once again friends. The only difference was that you knew that you were in love with him.
You didn’t tell him about your feelings right away, you decided to keep your friendship and focus a bit on your lifelong goal: become a music star. You started learning how to sing properly and doubled the days of your guitar lessons. Castiel even helped you get into the music club (they were full when you got into Sweet Amoris, but he found a way to enroll you).
You knew that your chances of actually becoming famous were pretty low, the market was difficult and depended a lot on having the right contacts. That was why, while you tried putting your name out there, your plan was to get a degree in music as soon as you finished high school. Antheros Academy offered a good education and was close, it was your best option.
As you channeled your energies towards your goal, Castiel started to acknowledge his own sentiment towards you. He liked to watch your focused face as you tuned your guitar and your singing voice earned a sweet accent all of the sudden. He always considered you a special girl, but, to his surprise, feelings were starting to develop inside his closed off chest.
That was why, as soon as he won those concert tickets on a raffle, he knew he’d take you there as your first date. Luckily for him, you accepted right away. Castiel had a feeling that night would be something else.
And it really was, as he kissed you, without even thinking it through, when the vocalist sung what he knew was your favorite tune. When you kissed him back, he wrapped his hands over your waist and lifted you up, feeling your warm lips open up for him.
The months that followed were full of bliss. With you and Castiel officially dating, the school had a lot to talk about. Amber pestered you quite a bunch of times, but that didn’t mess with your relationship at all. Everything was perfect, as it was supposed to be.
But that didn’t last long. Right after you finished high school, your dad had to move to another town because of his job and you had no choice but to go too. You were sure that your relationship would survive the distance, after all, you were in love. This situation would be worked out.
Castiel came to your new house a couple of times and you two called frequently, but in the end distance started to grow between the both of you… and it hurt. Knowing that Castiel was sad made you miserable and you decided to break up before it became unbearable.
You lost your count of how many nights you cried thinking about him.
4 years later.
You were zipping your jeans up when you heard a knock on your dressing room’s door. Who could it be? Your parents had already congratulated you over the phone, there was no one supposed to come that night. Did your manager schedule a press interview for after the show?
You put on your shirt and told whoever was on the other side to wait. When you finally opened the door, your jaw almost fell. You couldn’t believe he was there.
He looked exactly like in the magazines, (a bit less photoshopped, but that was to expect. You went through that as well and it sucked). His hair was shoulder-length and he wore a black shirt that showed off the tattoos up to the middle of his arm. He wore some light makeup, most on his skin, which you deduced his manager made him put on. Castiel looked like you expected him to after all those years, but one thing about him surprised you.
His eyes, although more mature and serious, had the same brightness as before.
"Are ya going to keep staring like that?” He asked and you noticed you had just been looking at him for a solid minute.
“Sorry. Come in.” You said and made space for him to enter the room. For your luck, there was nothing private to be seen, you had the habit of leaving your clothes and personal belongings messy and only cleaning up the second you had to go.
Castiel cleared his throat. An awkward silence hung between you. You hadn’t been alone with each other ever since the breakup. You two were two of the biggest stars of nowadays rock music, but you barely had any opportunity to talk. Not that you haven’t tried, it was the opposite. You avoided contact. Your fans knew you had dated in high school (you used to have pictures on your personal instagrams and fans were quick to dig over old accounts to find information about their idols), so they never expected a feat or any kind of collab. Everyone knew that you weren’t on best terms.
You remembered just a couple of days ago, when you were interviewed for one of those talk shows. The host made a lot of personal questions about Castiel and even asked if you would get back with him if you had the chance. You tried to avoid answering, but the public instantly read your unconscious signs: yes, you would.
That was why, you assumed, he was there. To make things clear. After all, because of you yours and his fans started shipping you two and got you on twitter’s trending topics. He probably was pissed. There was also a possibility of him wanting to take advantage of the situation, maybe propose a fake relationship? No, that wasn’t like him. Or was it? You barely knew him anymore.
“So… you probably guessed why I’m here. I saw your interview” You were right, then. “And I want to make things clear.” Ouch. You should prepare for the blow. “Look, we both know time has passed and we’re not the same as before. You broke up to avoid more suffering, and I get that. I really do.”
Castiel crossed his arms and glared at you. You looked back at him with fear, fear of knowing what his next words would be. “But...?” You asked.
“Tsk.” He huffed. This would be more difficult than he thought. “Look, little girl…” You felt a shiver run through your spine at the sound of the old nickname he gave you. You had always loved it, even though you didn’t say it out loud. After what felt like hours, he continued. “I don’t want to be cheesy, that’s not like me. So I’ll just say that if what all of the fans are theorizing is true.... If you do want to try again....”
Castiel took your hand and you jumped in surprise. He turned your palm to him and grabbed a pen from his back pocket. He wrote down a phone number on your hand and let go of it, capped the pen and turned around to go.
"That's my personal number. It’s pretty useful if you wanna call me without having to schedule an appointment with my manager.” You managed to laugh. You knew exactly how these things were annoying.
Inside, you were bursting with excitement. However, you answered playfully “Hm…. I’ll think about it, mr. Rockstar” Castiel chuckled and excused himself, saying that his manager would get pissed at him if he took too long. You smiled.
Maybe it was not over, after all.
Armin
When you told Armin, very early on your friendship, that your dream was to become a famous singer, he got so excited for you. He already knew that you played the guitar and was good at singing, but he had no idea that you wanted to make this your career path.
You couldn’t have chosen a better partner. Being the tech nerd that Armin was, he helped you a lot in recording your covers with the best quality possible considering the amateur camera and microphone you had.
However, the times that his presence most comforted you was when you showed him your new songs. He was always eager to see your composing progress and gave you pure honesty in his feedback, keeping in mind that he was no expert but still wanted to help you.
You always asked him for a way to return his favors, but he always said that it was his duty as your best friend to support you and that it was more than enough having you to talk about all his geek interests.
As time passed, you started to notice that you liked him way more as a friend. Without an idea of what to do, you asked Rosa and Alexy for advice. They were your closest friends apart from your crush (and you couldn’t run to him in that situation, duh)
After a dozen pro tips and date ideas from them, you decided to take Armin to the movies (basic, you knew, but couldn’t go wrong).
When you asked him if he was available Saturday night, you didn’t say properly “Hey, we’re going on a date”. Actually, you didn’t mention the word “date” at all, hoping that he would read between the lines.
And he did, because as soon as you sat and the film started, Armin grabbed your hand that was resting in the armrest and entwined your fingers. You couldn’t pay attention to what was going on screen at all and your attention was completely drawn from the movie when the boy grabbed your chin and brought your lips to his.
You only stopped kissing when the lights went on and the credits started scrolling.
“Hey…” You asked as soon as you two left the place, holding hands with him. “What was the movie about again?”
Armin laughed out loud. He teased you about it a lot before you made him confess that he didn’t know either.
A few days later, it was him who asked you out. You kept going on dates for the next week, all of them simple but interesting at the same time. However, you two weren’t dating. The whole school knew there was something going on between you two by the chuckles and timid kisses when you thought nobody saw them, but you didn’t make things official… yet. But that was about to change.
It was friday and you invited Armin over to “study” (he was sure that the afternoon would be spent between videogames and kisses, but if you wanted to call it a study session, it was okay for him).
As he comfortably sat on your bed as if it were his own, you told him to wait as you brought him some juice. When you came back, he was already grabbing his nintendo switch from his bag.
“What makes you think that we’re here to game?” You teased, handing him the glass.
“Come on, Candy, we both know that none of us are interested in learning orbital hybridization…”
“Maybe I am. I really need a good grade on those tests.” You approached him and held his jaw up so your foreheads touched. With a trailed voice, you continued. “Unless you have something more interesting to do in mind...”
Armin opened up that playful smile of his. “Oh, I do, actually.” In a quick movement that caught you off guard, he threw you in bed and started pampering you with kisses all over your face. You couldn’t stop laughing from how his hands tickled your belly, but you managed to stop him. “W-Wait, Armin!”
He looked at you, confused. “What?”
As you caught your breath, you explained that there was something you wanted to show him first. You got off the bed and went to grab your guitar that was hung up on the free wall of your bedroom.
“Did you compose a new song?” Armin deducted as you sat in front of him again, this time with your guitar in hands.
“You’ll see.” You tuned your instrument under his curious gaze. When you felt satisfied with the sound, you looked back at him. Armin didn’t miss the blush that coloured your cheeks. “I know you’d never do it, but I have to ask even so: promise you won’t laugh.”
You started playing the first chords of the song you had finished composing just a few days before. Usually, you composed simple songs that anyone could identify with, songs about friendship, inspiration, changing the world. You never wrote about your personal feelings. The notes never made you cry.
This song was special, though, because it was about him.
The day it hit you that you had feelings for him, you had the idea of writing random verses that could one day fit into a new song. After your first date, you felt so overwhelmed that, looking at the words, you decided to turn them into a song. You didn’t think it would turn into something so personal and emotional. Every note, every word, everything was clearly about him, that dorky geek you had fallen in love with.
Falling deeper every time
I can’t help but think, oh my
I’m through, but I don’t mind
Would you trade you 2D girls
For this hopeless lover
That just wants your heart?
I’ll just say that he got the message very clearly and, as soon as you finished playing, he practically jumped on you, kissing your lips with such tenderness that you almost teared up.
Of course, he asked you to be his girlfriend XD
Kentin
The first time he heard about your dream, he was still little Ken. It was one of your first days at Sweet Amoris and you two were eating cookies in the staircase. You were ranting about how sad you were that the music club was already full and you couldn’t join. Ken asked you the reason why you were so upset.
“Well… There weren’t those kind of classes in our old school. Learning how to play an instrument and sing, even during extra classes would be so cool! If I went well, maybe I’d be able to convince my dad to pay me for some private classes and then I’d be one step closer to my dream!”
“Your dream?” Ken muttered.
“Yeah! I want to become a famous singer in the future! I know that it’s impossible and even kinda silly, but-”
“No, Candy! It’s not silly at all!” Ken said. Learning more about you made him happy and he didn’t want you to think for even a second that your dream was worthless. “You shouldn't be ashamed of dreaming big. You’ll have a long, difficult path to walk through, but when you get there - and you have my word on that - I’ll be cheering for you!”
“Ken... “ You flashed your best smile at him. It meant a lot to you to have his support, he was a kind person and a very good friend (he did cross a few limits with his adoration for you, but you weren’t bothered by it). You liked being around him a lot.
-x-
“Kentin!” You threw yourself in his arms and gave him a tender kiss. “Good morning.”
Your boyfriend chuckled and held your hand, walking with you through the hallway. You talked about how your weekend had been and, between light smiles and sweet kisses, you thought of how quickly things changed between you two.
When he came back from military school, a lot of things had changed in him, including his nickname. You were facing a new person and it had been a challenge discovering Kentin and building a new relationship with him.
Even though he was a different person from before, one thing didn’t change at all and you noticed it clearly: he still liked you. Obviously he was no longer that guy who professed his feelings to everyone and followed you everywhere, he had found new ways to show you his love. You enjoyed that more mature version of him, but wished he had the opportunity to grow into a man without all the trauma he went through. You knew that most of his growth had been through suffering, and that upset you.
You didn’t know when, but somewhere into your friendship you started to grow feelings for him too. After some coaxing from Rosa and Alexy, you managed to ask him out on an official date.
The whole school already knew that Kentin was head over heels for you, but everyone was shocked to know that you loved him back as your relationship became official.
“Hey, love.”
“What?” You asked your boyfriend back as soon as you got in front of your lockers. You started looking for your books, checking that day’s classes.
“I really liked that video you posted on youtube yesterday. I never heard that song before, did you compose it yourself?”
The book you held in your hand fell to the ground. “What video?” You whispered, eyes wide.
“What do you mean, babe? That video of you singing and playing the guitar. You uploaded it yesterday night. I saw right away, you know I have my notifications turned on to all your videos. I got surprised that you decided to finally show your face and sing something of your own and- Candy? Is everything okay?”
Kentin noticed your face and got worried for you. You looked absolutely terrified.
“That video… How did you see it? I posted it as private”
“No, you didn't. It was public.” Kentin was starting to understand why you were so surprised. He put one hand on your back as you blushed and hid your face on his chest in embarrassment.
“Oh god, I can’t believe I did that! I’m so stupid! The first time I record something like that, I accidentally post it for everyone to see! Dumb, dumb Candy! Dang, now everyone’s gonna know I’m bad!”
“First of all.” Your boyfriend frowned, bringing you close to him. “You’re not dumb, you just made a mistake. And it’s okay, probably just a few people saw it. Last time I checked was before I went to sleep and it only had 20 views. But why are you so upset, Candy? Didn’t you tell me a few days ago that you were finally ready to show your face along with the covers. Did something happen to change your mind?”
“Well, I was not ready to show right away, especially not in a video that I looked terrible in. And it’s not just that. It was my first original song. I never showed it to anyone, what if it sucks?”
Kentin held your chin up and looked you in the eyes. “Candy, it doesn’t suck and you look great in the video!” You closed your eyes and snuggled close to him. “But I understand your concerns. Luckily, that can be solved if you delete the video. You’ll have other opportunities to get famous, and with better videos.”
“Yeah, I can do that.” You reached for your phone and went to your youtube page. “Fu... No way…!”
Your hands trembled. Kentin was right, the video had few views (which was good). Only 50 people had seen it, but the problem wasn’t that. For your bad luck, one of those people had been Amber. You knew that because she had left three comments on your video.
AmberOfficial: lmaooooo
AmberOfficial: Thank you for the laughs. That’s hilarious
AmberOfficial: Just give up already, looser
“That girl....” Kentin grunted, looking at your phone screen. “I swear to you, Candy, I’ll make her regret this. I’ll-”
“You don’t need to, I’m fine.”
You untangled your arms from his torso and started walking away, trying your best to hide how upset you really were. Amber was right, your music sucked. You should give up on your dream of becoming a famous singer, not only because you were bad, but also because you could barely show your face to a few people without feeling like shit. You wouldn’t be able to deal with fame.
Kentin tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. He figured you needed some time alone. He could use that time to think of something to support you and get back at Amber.
-x-
You walked out of the bathroom, your eyes red and swollen from crying. You had already deleted the video, but you couldn’t stop feeling stupid for getting so upset by a few bad comments. And feeling stupid made you even more upset.
When you got to the hallway, it was empty due to classes having already started. You probably spent half an hour locked up, but at least no one would mess with you.
You went to the garden to get some fresh air and wait until the next class started. You sat at the bench, breathed in and finally calmed down a bit.
“Candy.”
You turned around, surprised to see your boyfriend. “Kentin! What are you doing here? Classes have already started.”
He just waved his hand in a “don’t worry about that” way and sat beside you. He kissed your cheek and took your hand, checking how you were. Seeing that you seemed to be more calm, he smiled lightly at you. “So… I talked to Armin. He already found out Amber’s password and he’ll hack into Amber’s youtube account. He’ll just mess with it for a bit, delete some videos and upload some random stuff. Nothing too bad, I promise, just some memes and rickrolls.”
“Hmm…” You muttered, thinking about what he said. It wasn’t right, for sure, but you didn’t feel like stopping them. You were still hurt. “Okay. Just promise you two won’t do something serious, okay?”
He agreed. You felt a bit better, but that wasn’t enough to lift your mood and Kentin knew that. That was why he also had something else prepared. "That 's not all. I did some quick search for places where you could record that music of yours with its deserved quality. You are a good composer, Candy, believe it. Your talent doesn’t have to stay hidden in a dark room with only you, a guitar and your cellphone recording it.”
“Kentin…”
“If you want to, I’ll help you rent a studio and record your song. That would be very useful for your portfolio. I know that’s expensive, but we can find ways to-” You cut him off with a kiss. He cared about you so much, to the point of skipping classes to think of ways to make you feel better. You loved your boyfriend so much…
Lucky. You felt lucky to have him.
“I love you. Thank you for taking care of me... “ You kissed his cheek, happy to have his support. That was more than enough at that moment, Amber’s words were far behind you. All that mattered was that you could go through this.
You had Kentin, and when you had him, you had your whole world holding you so you wouldn’t fall.
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𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣: STRAY KIDS.
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𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦: fluff, slightest amount of angst. brief mentions of sadness and crying, but mostly comfort. these are only my opinions, please don’t take this to be factual information. everything written is only fiction. please let me know if i’ve missed a warning! <3
♡‧₊˚ 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉 —
the moment he heard your sobs from the other side of the phone, suffice to say he'd immediately ask jisung and changbin to wrap up in the studio and grab you your favorite croissant from the cafe before rushing home. and of course, the moment you open the door he stays back for roughly two seconds to enter and shut the door before pulling you into his arms and letting you bury your head into his chest.
i think chan’s the kind of person to show his support through words of affirmation and, i cannot stress this enough, physical touch !!! he will absolutely coddle you until you're totally tired of him (which you will never will be so...). he'll constantly whisper sweet, gentle words of affirmation into your ear while you're gently sobbing into his shirt — chan doesn't mind the feeling of the fabric clinging to his skin as long as he knows you're feeling better than before.
and of course, the man's huge on silent, supportive gestures (coughs, what I'm trying to say is that... he'd be the best boyfie ever ♡). will immediately get you your favorite emotional support when chan isn't there stuffie, order your favorite food while you sadly munch on the croissant he was generous to bring home and offer to set you a warm bath to put your mind at ease. basically wrap you into a burrito along with him and not let you go whatsoever. will let you rant if you'd like to speak about your problems, but if you'd rather need a distraction, he'd gladly simply hold you close for comfort and hum a song whilst softly running his fingers through your hair. he will tuck you to bed if you happen to fall asleep in his arms, because he wouldn't want you to get a neck cramp. it already hurts him enough to see his y/n in pain. 🥺 + bonus, i feel like he'd be all the willing to give you a massage if it helps release the tension because like he said he's the best boyfie ever.
i also feel like Chan's more of an empathetic person — he'd rather let you speak and provide comfort, letting you cool down so that you can work up a solution later, since he understands that practical solutions are hard to think of when you're in a bad state of mind.
“darling, it's all gonna be alright. i’m here for you.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙇𝙀𝙀 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒 —
it's obvious for the cat man I think, the moment you came over to his place with a bit of a sad face and told him how bad your day went, he'll immediately bring one of his cats and let them curl up to you even though he's a bit jealous that they're growing a liking for you faster than ever. i think minho would be more careful of what he says, solely because he tends to be more jokey and open in his conversation, and he doesn't accidentally wanna hurt you in any way, even though he knows you wouldn't really think that way.
will stay silent for the most part if you're crying, muttering softly “it's okay” and “you’re safe now” from time to time, just to assure you that he's totally listening and is ready to help you. of course you can't help but crack into a smile and let your worries fade away when sooni (or doongie or dori) purrs in your lap and snuggles against you while you pet it's head and minho pouts at that all cutely — immediately getting flustered when you point it out and peck his lips.
will blush when you thank him for being there and get even the slightest bit of sappy, and will either mask it under his smirk by saying something snarky or will kiss you to not let you notice it. and of course, being the loving, admirable boyfriend he is, he will totally buy bulgogi without waiting for an answer from you to lighten your mood because let's be clear, you're both huge foodies — perfect for each other.
“h-hey! this isn't fair, you're stealing both my cat and my heart.” :(
♡‧₊˚ 𝙎𝙀𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝘽𝙄𝙉 —
he gives me the “will throw a protective arm around your shoulder and peck your forehead from time to time” vibes. he'd actually be kinda sad and wish he could do something to help you, which is why he doesn't let go of his iron grip on you until he's certain you're feeling better and then cup your cheeks and nuzzle your noses together — an action he knows makes your heart flutter.
and of course, it works like a charm. you can't help the way your eyes crinkle and the smile that takes over your face when he does that, and especially not when he pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. also, if it's not obvious — I think changbin is huge on intimacy. there's no way he won't be touching you in some way or at least staying close to you to make sure that you're doing fine. I like to think he's quite the opposite of how outgoing and loud he is in public — he'd be very gentle as though he's handling delicate flowers, voice so low that only you can hear anything he says.
will wrap his arms around you to make sure you feel super safe and comfortable and let you listen to his heartbeat, all whilst rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. he's another one on the "empathetic" category just like chan — he'd make sure you're feeling totally fine before bringing it back up and trying to work a solution with you, even if it means consoling you a whole day — he just wants you to feel okay.
“bubs don't cry :( i will personally fight every single person who dared to make my y/n sad >:(” (of course he'd say that just to make you laugh, and of course, it works.)
♡‧₊˚ 𝙃𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙔𝙐𝙉𝙅𝙄𝙉 —
oh this guy!! this motherfucking gentlest sweetest kindest super romantic fellow ever >:( when he sees you sad, oh, he won't even wait to ask you what's wrong, he'll immediately lift you into his arms (extra points if it's piggyback riding) and carry you all the way to your favorite floral cafe or a secluded area of an open park so that you can feel free and calm down from that stuffy office you work in. he'll shiver a bit when you nuzzle into his neck from behind and place a soft kiss that leaves his heart melting, but will keep himself composed because he doesn't wanna get caught flustered he wants to make sure you're doing fine.
also since he's idk the most gentle person (🙄) ever he'd also get you your favorite drink to sip and once you're done with that, he'll silently pull you to the nearest bench and let you lie on his lap facing towards him and trace the curves of your face gently with his fingers. honestly most of the silence with him will never feel awkward because he always seems to be conveying so much with just his eyes and the way he looks at you, his voice is also very gentle and sweet when he speaks, and you'd almost fall asleep hearing to him talk if it wasn't for the ticklish feeling of his fingers tracing softly over your face and his other hand gently rubbing your forehead.
i feel like hyunjin’s the more confident kind — he'd openly try to suggest some ways to solve any issues you have or to combat any emotions, but he will say that keeping in mind of your mental state. he's more of a “practical approach” kinda guy, but you don't mind it since his opinions 99% of the time are rational and well thought out, and the rare occasion where you don't seem to agree, he'll just not push at all (again ugh pls why you gotta be so sweet 🙄) and will wait for you to come up to him if you need help.
“thanks for bringing me here. I really needed it.” “dont thank me baby, as long as you're happy.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝙅𝙄𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂 —
han jisung will immediately go "squirrel hug!!!!" and then drag your ass to your favorite ramen place whether you like it or not because he's dated you long enough to know that distractions work best for you when you're feeling down. he'll also make sure to go extra squirrel mode since you know how adorable you find it when he fills his cheeks with food and eats in that signature jisung™ way. he also asks you to walk with him while eating, so it's nice to feel some fresh breeze blow away your worried and let you just .. focus on how much in love you are with the person standing beside you right now.
once he's done with his ramen he'll be the one clinging onto you, pouting and whining about how he wishes you'd smile for him. of course, he makes sure he doesn't go too overboard, but you can't really be mad or annoyed at him when he's that cute, really. i thjnk he'd be the kind to silently thread his fingers with yours and do that thing where you run your thumb along the back of the other person's hand for reassurance. as cheesy and loud as jisung can be at times, he tries to treat you as gently as you can, and would rather not bring up the topic at all until you bring it up yourself, so that he knows you're fine with talking about it.
will also make sure to peck your lips at least 19938383737 times when you're sad, and the rare occasion where he isn't, he'll probably be kissing your cheeks. he just really loves how your face just lights up when he cups your cheeks and squeezes them gently and,,,,, oh man you have his heart fluttering so hard he can't help but kiss you all over :(
“babyyyyy please don't be sad :(((( if you're sad then I'm gonna be sad too :(((”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙇𝙀𝙀 𝙁𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙓 —
what do you expect he's the sunshine boy... if he even dares to hear the words “i’m not feeling nice today” or “i’ve had a bad day” he will immediately rush to your place and leave behind whatever he's been doing just to make sure you're safe and alright. Due to that, you tend to not reveal anythjng until after he's home, solely because you really don't want him to be stressed and worried when he's working.
oh he's such a caring angel :( he'll get you some of those small flowers on his way home and gently tuck them behind your ear before asking you what's wrong and placing another one in your hand. he'd have the "helping y/n when they're down" kit handy — blanket, food, cuddly boyfriend, tissues, flowers, and of course, lots and LOTS of affection. I think he's very similar to chan in the fact that he'd prefer words of affirmation and physical touch to convey his emotional support to you. will totally intertwined your fingers together and wrap another hand around your shoulders and kiss the back of your hand gently from time to time to lighten your mood, and how could you possibly stay gloomy when the sunshine himself is beside you?
He'd also hum a tune much like chan and let you listen to his heartbeat, and the soft vibrations from him are relaxing. eventually you end up with him snuggled into you and your fingers running through his hair, but you wouldn't have it any other way. he'd silently protest against how it was supposed to be him who’d do this, but he silently wishes for you to continue — plus, listening to the soft sounds he lets out when he melts into you completely are a treat in their own.
“i was supposed to be the one helping you out :( ....... please don't stop though.”
♡‧₊˚ 𝙆𝙄𝙈 𝙎𝙀𝙐𝙉𝙂𝙈𝙄𝙉 —
i feel like seungmin is more of a silent appreciator. he realizes that sometimes you need space before you can come to terms with and move on from whatever got you in a bad mood, so he'd silently get you some warm tea and a soft blanket, just to make you feel comfortable. he'd silently massage your shoulders and hold your hand close to his chest, occasionally pressing a kiss to your fingertips. only when he's 100% sure that you wanna talk about what's bothering you, he'll ask you about it and let you rant to him.
i also feel like seung is such a good listener, and great at comfort. besides being the evil puppy that he is; i feel like he's similar to changbin in the way that he'd totally be the opposite to his fun and playful nature when you're alone, though the times where he is playful are surely appreciated. he also handles you like a fragile flower, his touch so gentle that you could almost cry (if you weren't doing that already). he would also use that special™ voice that only you're allowed to hear — that voice which expresses his concern, his worry and his love for you all at once. it's as though a part of him is trying to hold back from simply coddling you and wishing that the universe would go a bit easier on you, but like i said, seungmin realizes the value of personal space, so he doesn't prod too much.
that being said, if you act clingy, he will totally let you nuzzle into his neck and keep you as warm and safe as possible. seungmin isn't usually big on skinship, so the few moments when he is are usually filled with sweet loving touches. this little shit would sneakily place his hand under your shirt to trace patterns into your waist and back because he knows how much you love it, and personally loves to see you forget about what's bothering you, even for a brief moment and grow shy at his advances. and then of course, he'd offer to make you a nice, home cooked meal — your favorite and then if you're feeling too down, he'd even feed it to you. i will stop before i die from imagining this scenario
"shh, it's all right darling, i'll tell the boys i won't be going back to the dorm today."
♡‧₊˚ 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝙂 𝙅𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉 —
poor boy, he'd panic a bit but not so much that he wouldn't know what to do. he'd be a little shocked when he sees you crying, but then he'd silently scoot closer and sling an arm over your shoulder, unsure of what exactly to do in that state. he'd precede everything he does with a "may i?" and it honestly warms your heart when he leans against your shoulder and pats your head, trying to get you to calm down. i feel like he'd be pretty wordless with his comfort, trying to figure out what he'd ask you and what exactly to say while he shows his support through gestures.
will probably pull out a video game and go — "you wanna play? 🥺 it's really fun. come onnnnnn :(" and of course how can you really deny when he's pouting at you like that? plus, the game does end up relieving your anxiety and makes you feel a lot more free than before (plus jeongin purposefully letting you win even though you've never played before just to see that beaming smile on your face is a sure short way to get you to loosen up and smile). i think he'd be a little careful with physical touch since even though he knows you well, he wouldn't wanna make you feel like he's invading your private space, so he stays silent until he's sure you're doing better.
he'd also let you rant to him, and once you're done, he'd gently, shyly, peck your cheeks and then your lips, thanking you for telling him about your feelings. i feel like jeongin switches between the practical and the empathetic kind of person, but nevertheless, you're always happy after spending some time with him, because he's always so cautious and gentle with you, like you're his whole world and wouldn't wanna hurt you no matter what. and also when he looks at you with that signature jeongin smile and eyes, who's not bound to melt?
"thank you for telling me, baby. i'm really glad to see you smiling right now, you have such a pretty smile."
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Unlucky
Part 2: ‘Lucky Me’
Corpse Husband x Reader
Warnings: Swearing
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Corpse decides to email back a person who has sent him quite a few creepy stories. She never seems to run out of scary encounters of both sorts: paranormal and stranger-danger. He gets suspicious that the stories are all made up so she can grab his attention, but he’s in for a surprise.
U/N - username
Requested: No
Corpse’s POV
I’m looking through my most recent emails from fans. They are all of scary encounters they’ve allegedly experienced. By now, I’ve read so many, it’s easy to decipher which are real and which are just made up nonsense. Some, I must admit, give me chills. Big props to the people who write those, especially if they are made up. If you can make someone’s skin crawl with your twisted, frightening imagination, you have one, for lack of a better term and in the most positive way, fucked up mind.
My cursor lands on the familiar username I see almost every other week. U/N. They have been sending stories consistently for about three years now. They, and I’m saying they cause you can never be sure who’s hiding behind the username, are either the most unlucky person to walk the planet or the one with most twisted imagination and story telling skills. I’ll admit, sometimes I narrate a story just because it’s well written. Believability is not the only thing I go by, I also reward creativity. And this person, U/N, has had their spot in many of my videos in the last three years. I’m honestly hoping they are made up, or at least some of them, because not only are there too many of them, but none of them fail to give me that eerie paranoia after I read them or the chills while I read them.
Once again, they have submitted a downright terrifying story. It would be a shame if I didn’t narrate it.
It would be a shame if I....
If I never actually meet them.
This many run-ins with people with malicious intent, always getting away by some miracle, what if they one day don’t make it out alive to tell it.
My heart sinks a little at the thought. I feel like I know this person, like we’ve known each other for three years now. They know the things the whole internet knows about me, and I, along with my regular watchers, know their stories. That’s by no means enough, now that I think about it.
My next action is really out of character for me. I decide to reach out to them. My fingers fly over the buttons on my keyboard too fast for my rational side to try and stop them. Deep down, I know I’m doing the rightest wrong thing I’ve ever done. My previously sunk heart is now in its assigned spot again, beating quickly.
You don’t know what you’re doing
I maybe don’t, but knowing isn’t what’s important right now. I just wanna do it.
~ Hey, this is probably, what, your twentieth story so far. I’m just curious, how many of these are made up? By the way, your stories are amazing and I’ll probably keep narrating them even if they aren’t real. They’re just that good.
I send the email before I can talk myself out of it. I get up from my chair immediately afterwards, putting as much distance between me and the computer as possible, silently promising myself I won’t be checking my mail every five minutes.
Y/N’s POV
I anxiously refresh and refresh my email inbox, waiting for the dreaded email back from my professor. Being halfway through the college experience, I know how tough this professor’s class is and how much I suck at it. I sent him my completed assignment last night, barely making the deadline mind you, so now I’m sweating hardcore, staring my computer screen down.
After refreshing for the millionth time, I’m met with a new email which makes my heart stop for a second or two, my stomach dropping. Then I take the time to read the sender’s name, the subject and the first sentence of the email, and all the previous changes in me reverse. My heartbeat picks up speed, going faster than a galloping horse and my stomach turns, making me feel the sensation everyone calls ‘butterflies’.
Nah, man. This shit ain’t real. It can’t be.
But then again, what if it is. What if I’m about to full-on ignore my favorite youtuber because of my paranoia. Well, it’s not exactly unsupported. My life has been a shit show of unfortunate event and situations I’ve literally had to claw my way out of in order to stay alive. Now, when something of the sort happens, it’s just another weekday. However, I still wanna share these encounters. Not only because they are proof of the dangers girls have to deal with on a daily basis, but they also get narrated by one of my favorite people ever. What more can a girl ask for?
~ Listen, I’m really not looking forward to getting catfished. Please leave me alone
It’s short, not sweet, and to the point. It’s easy to understand, and it clearly states that I’m not falling for it if it’s a scam, but if it’s real....someone call 911 cause I think I’ll faint.
~ I get it, you have trust issues. But that’s understandable. From the creepy guy messaging you on all your social media. To the stalker you had from you high school, or even that teacher that turned out to not be a teacher at all and just a pedo, I see where the lack of trust is coming from. But I assure you, they only thing I wanna do is chat.
The shock and happiness overwhelm me when the reply arrives not even ten minutes later.
Holy shit, this is him.
I start typing and then erase the typed half-sentence at least three times before receiving another email from him. From Corpse Husband. Corpse freaking Husband. How the fuck am I supposed to compose myself enough to reply to him, let alone sound cool and leave a good impression.
My hand shakes as I click the newly received email.
~ You probably don’t know what to say. Either that or you just don’t wanna talk to me. If you’re just baffled and surprised, reply with your name. If you want me to fuck off, ignore this email completely.
The smile I didn’t realize was there grows into a grin as small bursts of laughter escape me. Laughter caused by disbelief and shock. The type of laugh you let out when you score a good mark on the test you thought you completely fucked up.
~ Y/N. My name’s Y/N.
PS: The stories are all 100% real. All happened. In the order I sent them too. And before you ask, I guess I’m just unlucky, but you are proving me wrong right now.
I don’t know where that confidence at the end came from, but I don’t care really. All that matters is that this might just actually be happening and it might be the best thing to ever happen to me.
~ Man, you’ve had it rough. Tell me, is there an easier way to access you than email. Like Insta DMs? I feel we have a lot to talk about and email is not the most convenient.
At this point, it feel so much like a fever dream that I decide to treat it as though it is. I just go with the flow.
~ Yeah, but first.....am I really not being catfished right now?
The email I receive as a reply to this message is empty of text but there’s a file attached. Not gonna lie, I am a bit hesitant to open it, but I decide that if this turns bad, I’ll just have to deal with it. In the meantime, I’ll believe it’s not a scam.
It’s an audio file: “No, Y/N, you are not being catfished.”
That voice. That god damn voice. It could convince me of anything.
And now it’s convinced me into believing him. And finally letting out that squeal I was holding back before sending him my Instagram username.
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Told you guys I’d ramble in due time.
I absolutely adore Bravely Default 2. It came at a really bad time cos I can’t waste 70 hours on a jrpg, but well, it’s too late to be concerned about that now.
And as is tradition with me obsessing over a new game / show / whatever, you’ll basically find a fullblown review disguised as ramblings right under the cut. Be aware that I’m gonna talk about EVERYTHING, so spoilers are a given. Some maybe even for the previous Bravely Default games.
Also, if you wanna talk about this game in any capacity, hit me up, I’m DESPERATE to talk more about it.
Just for reference on how long this is gonna be, I made a voice recording while driving to remember all the points I wanna make, and that recording is almost 2 hours long. I did cut it down but still, this is gonna be a lot.
I’ll start off with the things that actually bugged me about the game, since there are only 3 things that really bothered me.
First of, I really don’t like that you can name Seth. He has too much personality to be a self insert and player integration is not that big of a part in the game that this decision can be justified. It wouldn’t bother me that much if it didn’t leave a bad mark on the ending. First of all, we were robbed of Gloria desperately shouting for Seth, which makes the impact work less, and it’s just so prevalent that the name can’t be said because you have all the normal sound design going. If they’d just let the credits still play I wouldn’t have batted an eye, but because every other sound comes in it’s so obvious they’re just silently shouting in this scene, which makes it look silly. Like I said, this decision is more a detriment than an addition, and it’s a shame it casts a shadow on an otherwise heartfelt ending.
Speaking about lost potential, the other thing that really bothers me is the lost potential in certain plot points and character conclusions. I mainly mean Adam and Edna here. Both of them have been built up to be these formidable foes but they just, die. If it was just Adam I’d be fine with it, since you expect Edna to backstab him and be the actual big bad of the story, but I cannot fathom why they dropped Edna this HARD. If not Edna herself, I don’t understand why we don’t get more of a reaction from the Fairies and especially Adelle. I mean, Edna was her sole reason she left for her journey in the first place, then Edna dies and that’s it? No part where she grieves for a second? No concern from the others about Adelle? Mind you, I haven’t finished all the Sidequests, so maybe there actually is one in which this is addressed, but I think even just a Party Chat after Bad End 1 would have been sufficient to show how Adelle suddenly feels about the loss of Edna. It would have made Bad End 2 / The Secret Ending even more impactful, because, yeah, of course, you kinda know Adelle isn’t going to turn her back on fairy kind, but one of the reasons she doesn’t leave is because if Enda didn’t get a happy ending, then she shouldn’t either. It would have been amazing foreshadowing if she showed this sentiment before this scene happened.
Other than that, it’s a shame that we know so little about Edna, or rather, how she became “bad”. I get she’s supposed to be corrupted by the Night’s Nexus, but how did it even come to this? It can’t have been a gradual thing, after all, Adelle says Edna was always good natured and then just disappeared one day. Really would have loved seeing more of that plot point.
Ok, last gripe I have, some choices in the soundtrack and sound design. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love the OST, and I will get to that, but damn, whatever Revo used for the lead instrument in Wiswald hurts my ears. It’s a really good track, but I always have to turn down my volume because these high pitched sounds physically hurt.
And for sound design. Dude, the Night’s Nexus is the least threatening, nightmare fueled abomination that ever existed. I get that its growl is kinda supposed to be layered with Edna’s or sth, but it, it just sounds silly. If they went the route of just swinging between different voices or began distorting it from phase to phase, it would have been fine. But the choice they made really made an otherwise creepy design just absolutely silly.
Ok, enough jammering, on to the good stuff. Like I said, there’s going to be a lot, so I’ll try to be brief in each aspect.
Gameplay
I honestly like the new battle mechanics more than the old ones. This individual, turn based system feels way more dynamic and it’s easier to strategies in battles. Because nothing made me more angry than setting up for a heal and the enemy suddenly being faster than me and killing my healer. Now it’s easier to plan ahead a bit.
I also found myself experimenting more with the jobs. Not sure what it really is, but none of the party members leaning more towards certain types of jobs and the job leveling being way faster probably helped.
And I know some people get up in arms because the boss sometimes can be a real pain in the ass (looking at you pope dude), I still found it very interesting getting around counters or even using these counters as a benefit. As an example, I made Adelle my main physical fighter and gave her lots of counter abilities to help her profit from being countered by enemies themselves. Now, she can attack enemies, get countered, automatically evade that counter and earn a BP at the same time. Made a lot of boss fights way easier and fun to exploit.
Music
Ok, I will try my best to be really, really brief, because in my recording this part takes up almost 40 minutes. Anyways, Revo might have just become one of my absolute favorite composers ever. I don’t know what kind of magic he used, but I initially wasn’t that impressed with the OST, but every time I listened to it, I just fell in love harder and harder. Before getting into specifics, I wanna highlight the two things that made me love this OST overall. First of all, this soundtrack almost seems like a refinement of BD’s. While losing some of that fairytale vibe, it sounds even more fantasy now. And in contrast to the original, this almost sounds more balanced? Like, BD’s OST felt high energy throughout, BD2’s on the other hand manages to find a good balance between high and low energy pieces. Like, the character themes or battle themes are absolute hype, but the overworld themes are a lot calmer and easier to listen to while exploring.
Second big point that makes this soundtrack amazing is that Revo is an absolute god at using emotional progression/storytelling and leitmotifs in his songs. And heck, do I love myself my leitmotifs. You’ve got some obvious ones, like the final battle theme in which all the character themes and other leitmotifs are integrated. Then you got some maybe more subtle once, just like how the overworld themes are just the main theme, just a lot calmer and using the lead instruments of the towns of the areas.
But my absolute favourites gotta be the character themes and the main theme.
I love how fitting the themes for the characters are and in general, each of them is such a bop. At first I prefered Elvis’, because I sure am a sucker for jazzy vibes, but over time Adelle’s became my fav. It’s just something about the trumpets, and how the theme almost sounds a bit melancholic and bittersweet, that drew me in. And considering her story, mostly her bad end, that the bittersweet tone really fits.
Then there’s the main theme. Just like BD’s it shouts “triumphant anthem” and it definitely gives you a very familiar vibe, but I’d argue it has even better emotional progression. Heck, the first time I heard the music start up in the reveal trailer, I didn’t have to look at the screen to know this is gonna be a BD game. Also, the credit song version had me weeping at the true end. I’m someone who’s very easily affected by music (if me shouting about soundtracks on this blog wasn’t proof enough) and just hearing that ending song, getting the after credits scene, just for the second credits to start as a freaking duet. Dude, at that point I just started sobbing, I’m not gonna lie. Just this little part showed how much Revo knows how to put emotion in a song and also write it in such a way that he can elicit strong, emotional reactions from you too.
Story
People have been complaining how the story is too boring and kinda disappointing in comparison to the last one, but I just think the games tried to accomplish different things here. Since the BD series is a celebration of old, classic jrpgs, “cliche” storytelling is a given. Though, BD did throw a lot of meta stuff in there too. BD2 in contrast just feels like a direct execution of that initial idea. It feels familiar, it feels comfy and it feels safe. Except for the little things with the endings and then overwriting the Nexus’ “save file”, BD2 doesn’t really get that meta, which is totally fine. It doesn’t try to reinvent or innovate anything, it just wants to be a fantasy story, that might be cliche, but still fun and enjoyable in its own right.
I’d also argue that the pacing is a lot better than the old game, because with BD I sometimes found myself skipping through scenes to get on with the story. Not that this game didn’t have me rushing through stuff as well, but I found it kept my intrigue way better than the original.
Characters
Next to the music, this is the part that I absolutely love the most. While, yes, they did lose a lot of potential with some characters, mostly with the villains, the main cast is just so much fun. I love these 4 dorks so, so much.
I honestly can’t stand how much people compare them to the original cast. Yes, ofc, I’ve been doing my fair share of comparisons too, but calling these four a more boring version of BD’s party physically hurts me. Because except for some initial impressions, the Heroes of Light are completely different from our beloved Warriors of Light.
While yes, Seth and Gloria give off strong Tiz and Agnes vibes at first, they both grow into such different characters that they’re not really comparable.
I think this shows with Adelle and Elvis even more. I do understand how people could compare Adelle and Edea, since they’re both the feisty girl type, but I can’t understand how people can see Ringabel and Elvis as the same character type. While those two are the “suave” party members, they act so differently from another. And that’s honestly apparent the first time you meet them.
Anyways, I love these 4 so much.
We technically don’t know a lot about Seth at all, but they manage to pull so much out of just the fact that he’s a sailor, that it makes him really endearing, really fast.
I was kinda disinterested with Gloria at first, because again, the initial impression was Agnés2.0, but she grew on me a lot. Gloria is way more hard headed and honestly sassy in comparison to Agnés and I absolutely adore it.
Elvis. Elvis, my man. I love this fantasy scottosh wizard so, so much. He’s such a ridiculous character but so endearing at the same time. You got all this dorkiness, with him setting himself on fire as a student, him doing god knows what for a good drink or just laughing danger and prejudice in the face. But then you got his super empathetic and caring side. Mind you, most of his wise moments come from quoting Lady Emma, but still, as much as he’s hopeless with certain social situations, he’s actually still really good at reading the room and playing things smart. He’s a smart and powerful idiot, which makes him a danger to everyone and himself, and I love him for it.
(I also can’t believe they called him Lesley I MEAN COME ON)
And then there’s Adelle. I liked her from the start, but I didn’t think she would stick out to me. I think now she’s my favourite character. Not even talking about all the stuff that happens in chapter 3 and onward, because these story threads are awesome in their own right, but there’s just something about her personality that’s interesting and appealing to me. Like I said, I’m not surprised people compare her to Edea, I did too at first, but while Edea walks very close to the line of a Tsundere, I was really surprised that Adelle is, well, not a Tsundere at all. Yeah, of course she’s putting Elvis down a lot, but that stems more from her preventing his ego from going to his head than her being all embarrassed. No, Adelle is actually really well adjusted when it comes to communication. While it’s hilarious that she and Elvis met with her chucking her shoes at him, the two just got along well right from the start. Adelle in general has this really open and helpful personality, but also doesn’t shy away from putting her foot down, even if that sometimes comes out as an embarrassed sputter. She’s also the mother hen of the group. She looks out for the other three and gets concerned about them real fast.
I dunno, Adelle just really grew on me over the course of this game, and then her kinda being paired with Elvis too, as partners and as partners, makes me like her even more. Because as much as I like their personalities individually, I like their character dynamic even more. I honestly love the relationships between all four of them a lot. You really feel them grow closer as friends and all the little character sidequests just always made me really happy.
Conclusion
You might not believe me, but I really held back there. This could probably have been 3 times its length. As much as I love this game, it’s of course not perfect. It struggles and flails in some parts a lot and it certainly has some aspects that might turn people off. But for me, it was just a very familiar and comfy game that didn’t necessarily deliver anything new, but that told its story in such a way that it still got me excited to keep going. The soundtrack is absolutely amazing and the conclusion of the story actually got me to cry. While not groundbreaking, this game is highly enjoyable and leaves you absolutely satisfied at the end.
Also, I would like to iterate that I am desperate to get more content about this game, so if you wanna chat about it, hit me up.
Anyways, anyone else felt like having a fever dream when everybody in chapter 2 started talking fantasy scottish? Cos I sure did.
#bravely default#bravely default 2#bd#bd2#fanart#review#ramblings#seth#gloria#adelle#elvis#elvis lesley
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what are you doing, step bro? (sakusa x f. reader)
summary: To your parents, Sakusa was the greatest son. To you, he was the best big brother you could’ve ever asked for, but you could only find that out with a little force.
a/n: i literally just started college so i won't have much time to write but i have some stories in my drafts that'll be posted in awhile lol. should i open requests for haikyuu drabbles since they're short but still entertaining?? idek i feel like no one is reading this rn LOL but if anyone is reading this, lmk ;)
(edit: I HAD TO REPOST THIS CS IT WASNT SHOWING UP IN TAGS so sorry if you already liked this post)
warnings: 18+, incest, mentions of drugging, mentions of somnophilia, mentions of parental neglect, noncon/dubcon/rape, sakusa is a dirty pervert i just don’t know how else to tag this, degradation, slight manipulation
"(Y/N), this is your new big brother, Kiyoomi," your mother said, holding tightly onto your small shoulders as you stood in front of her.
"You can refer to him as your nii-san from now on." Locking eyes with you was an older boy with long black wavy hair, two moles on the right side of his forehead, and a white face mask on the lower half of his face which blocked his nose and mouth. How odd, you thought. You could tell he was disinterested with how his eyes were blank as he stared at you.
That was the first time meeting your step brother, Sakusa Kiyoomi.
Being four years younger than Sakusa, you two never really got along. Of course you had to respect each other, but there was nothing to really talk about other than when his volleyball games were or unfulfilling small talks. Sometimes he would make snide remarks, asking if you even showered when your hair was only slightly messy or if a smart word ever came out of your mouth when you stumbled over your words. Sometimes he was just mean to you in general to the point where you would cry. You always tried to ignore it, though. That was when you were younger. You couldn’t help that you weren’t that smart and he was your nii-san after all. Your parents would brush it off.
You celebrated his victories together, only because you had to. I mean, you were the younger sister of one of the nation's top three aces in high school volleyball. There was no way your parents wouldn't celebrate. He was their pride and joy.
Smart, athletic, incredibly attractive — everything you felt like you could never live up to.
Your own biological mom so obviously and painfully liked him more than you.
Before you even entered high school, Sakusa was old enough to move out and go to college where he continued to play volleyball. When he visited during the holidays, you still wouldn't have decent conversations with him. He would still insult you. It even made you cringe when you had to call him nii-san. Why address him as your older brother when he didn't even act like it?
But you dealt with it because you had to.
Fresh out of Itachiyama Academy, you're focused on studying for entrance exams for colleges in your area rather than what would happen if you ever had to see Sakusa again. But, you were expecting to see him very soon.
Gentle knocks are heard from outside your door and before you can respond, your mom is already opening it.
"(Y/N), Omi is coming today and he's gonna be here for a week. I have to go to the grocery store to buy food and I'm gonna run other errands so it's gonna take awhile," she says, leaning her head into your room. You respond multiple times with "okay" so she can leave your room sooner.
Textbooks and notebooks are strewn across your bed with you on your stomach, trying to cram as much information in your head as possible.
"That means I might not be here in time for when he comes, so you have to open the door and greet him," she adds.
"What about dad?" you ask with a grimace. The most you would do is say hello and scurry back into your room.
She rolls her eyes at you. "He's working late again. You know that, (Y/N)." With a sigh, you agree and she finally leaves your room after bidding you a "goodbye."
You can't remember the last time you saw Sakusa, but it was probably almost half a year ago. Ever since he left for college, your parents were even more distant towards you. They probably felt like they didn't need to worry about you because you weren't doing anything important.
When Sakusa came over, he barely acknowledged you and you were okay with that because it meant he wouldn't be bothering you.
But that didn't mean his blank stare wouldn't catch your attention whenever you came out of your room to eat or use the restroom. The atmosphere felt...very odd around him. You couldn't necessarily come up with a reason why.
Suddenly, you hear knocking on the front door. It had to be at least an hour or two since your mom left and the thought of who was waiting at the door made your stomach churn.
"Nii-san is here," you mutter to yourself as you got up to open the door. Right as you open the door, Sakusa was staring down at you with the same blankness in his eyes from before with his usual face mask. His hair was shorter than you remember.
Mindlessly, his eyes seem to scan your body before returning to your face, making you feel self-conscious. You were only wearing black spandex shorts and a loose tank top. Subconsciously, you rub your arm and step back to make space.
"(Y/N)," Sakusa acknowledges you in a deadpan voice. It's no surprise to you.
"Hi, onii-san. How are you?" You try so hard to be polite, but Sakusa seemed to have a naturally dominant energy that overwhelmed your senses, even if he also seemed to have the personality of a jar of mayonnaise. You step aside so he can come in. He wore gray sweatpants and a black windbreaker that was zipped up all the way. As soon as he makes it inside, he removes his face mask, stuffs it in his pocket, and starts unzipping his jacket.
"I'm good," he hums, "Where's mom?" He places the backpack he was carrying on the couch and takes a seat as you close the door.
"She's out doing errands and dad is working. Do you want some tea?"
"Yes, please. Make sure you wash your hands before you do. Thank you," he said. You walk into the kitchen, muttering "germaphobe" under your breath at his extra request. Unbeknownst to you, he watched you from his place on the couch as you walked around the kitchen, pulling the tea kettle out of one of the bottom cabinets and looking for cups. His gaze followed the outline of your ass in those tiny shorts that hugged your bottom tightly.
"What college are you planning on going to, (Y/N)?"
"I'm not sure yet, but I'm applying to the college you're going to and three others," you replied from your spot near the counter.
Sakusa actually perks up at your answer. "Oh, cool. You'll love it there if you get in. Only if, though. You're not the brightest."
You couldn't help but let your face fall in a frown at his seemingly small comment. Quickly, you compose yourself and brush off his remark. You got the water boiling in the tea kettle and reached high for the teacups that were sitting on the top cabinets. Your stepdad definitely put them up there.
A presence looms close behind you, which makes your whole body automatically freeze and tense up. A veiny, bulky arm reaches up easily to grab the teacups while another one snakes around you to pull your tank top down as it was exposing your stomach. You're not sure if you're imagining it, but you definitely feel something stiff brushing up against your back.
"You need to be careful. Don't wanna hurt yourself, do you?" Sakusa commented, leaning forward so his mouth was right next to your ear. A blush found its way onto your cheeks from feeling him so close to you.
He usually hated being so close to people. What was so different today?
"R-right," you stuttered, "Thank you, nii-san."
Confrontation wasn't a strong trait of yours.
You guess that moment was when it started getting really weird between you two. You still had small talks from whenever he would actually see you come out of your room, but you wanted to avoid him as much as you could. However, that was hard when Sakusa insisted that you drank tea together every night and, of course, your parents insisted, too.
Your nii-san wants to spend more time with you, they would say excitedly. Better late than never!
Maybe if he was showing the slightest bit of interest in you, your parents would finally care about you. So, with much hesitation, you started drinking tea with your step brother every night. Sakusa even made the tea himself so his poor little sister wouldn't tire herself out with carrying that heavy teapot.
You're still not sure if you're imagining things, but the tea tasted different from how you made it. And you swear that the tea didn't make you so sleepy after drinking it until he started making it.
"Come here," Sakusa would say with a smirk, "Onii-san will take you to bed."
You would pass out before you even made it to bed, but every morning you woke up with sticky thighs, only blaming it on sweating while you were sleeping.
Until one day, you didn't drink all the tea that he made you. You still fell asleep, though. Your brain was hazy enough to make you lose consciousness as he helped you up from your seat in the kitchen.
Sakusa laid next to you on your bed. You were placed on your side so he could slide under the sheets right behind you to press his hardened length against your ass. This was his favorite part of the night. He spent a few minutes playing with your cunt to make it slick enough for him to let his cock break through your walls.
You barely stirred awake. Didn't even move an inch as he caressed every part of your body, from your soft nipples to the sensitive nub between your thighs.
He pushed the elastic of his sweatpants down to his thighs quickly. His cock hit your ass before settling between your folds. A satisfied moan leaves his lips when he feels your wetness coating the top part of his shaft as he rubbed it against you. He hooked his arm around one of your legs so that you were spread open enough for him to fuck you and rub your clit at the same time with his other hand.
He wanted that sweet nectar completely coating his dick. He remembers the way you tasted and how you came on his tongue the night before, despite being blacked out from the little pills he would dissolve in your drinks. You tasted so clean and smelled so fresh. It was impossible for your nii-san to control himself around you.
And when did your ass look so good? God...Sakusa couldn't believe he never noticed how cute and well-shaped you were. You weren't that little girl he met when you were both kids. You were pushing adulthood now. Still pathetic looking, still too shy, still small around him, but fuck, he definitely would have pushed you over the counter the first day he came over and fucked you until you were crying and gagging.
He continued rubbing circles onto your clit and letting his cock soak up your juices. Gently, he positions the tip at your entrances and pushes in slowly.
"There you go," he whispers in your ear, "I know it's a little big. Don't worry."
He manages to fill you up all the way, making him groan. Your walls were tight around him. He thrusts in and out of you carefully, salvaging the feeling of your slick interior.
But you didn't drink all the tea, which means that you could wake up earlier than he expected.
Sakusa didn't expect you to wake up now.
You stirred slightly as you regained consciousness. Although your eyelids were heavy, you tried to force them open only to be met with darkness.
"Mmm," you croaked, rubbing your eyes. The odd feeling of being filled up suddenly made you wake up more. "W-what's going on?"
"Fuck," Sakusa muttered from behind you. You felt a hard chest pressed against your back and...a hand on your pussy. No, something inside your pussy. And that voice was so familiar.
You quickly whip your head around when the realization dawns on you. What the fuck is happening? While your eyes adjust to the dark room, you see two familiar eyes staring straight back at you. He stopped grinding his hips against you for a moment as if time stopped.
"...Nii-san?" you hesitated. His breathing was heavy and he stayed silent.
"Nii-san, what are you doing?" you asked in a panicked voice. You quickly tried to get up from your position, only to be held down by Sakusa’s muscular arms. His hand wrapped itself over your lips to prevent you from screaming.
“Be a good girl and stay quiet, (Y/N),” he whispered. A muffled scream tries to escape your lips. He continued to fuck you slowly, leaving a burning feeling in your walls. The same sore feeling that you would sometimes wake up to within the past few days.
For a moment, you pry his fingers off of your mouth. "I don't understand...Why are you...?" You yelped in surprise, horror, and pleasure as he delivered a sharp thrust from behind you. The smack of his hips against your bare ass made you cringe and feel so disgusted with yourself. Nii-san is actually inside me.
"My poor little sister," he chucked darkly. He suddenly wraps his arm around your knee tighter and forces your legs wide open, your knee almost touching your chest. Instead of putting his hand over your mouth to shut you up, he kneads your breast. His hands were so large.
"You think you can walk around the house looking like a little slut in those tiny shorts?" He stretches you open with his hard cock with slow, yet hard, thrusts. It left your mouth agape, but no sounds left your throat except for small squeaks that you couldn't hold back. "You stupid bitch. Just as dumb as I could remember. Fuck, you don't know how much I wanted to bend you over and fill you up with my cum like the stupid, desperate slut you are."
He was satisfied as you were barely fighting him. All you did was desperately search for something to hold onto and bite your lip because you were so scared. His words were painful. "Look at you. A waste of fucking space, only good as a fuck hole. Didn't even realize she was getting drugged and getting fucked every night because she's so fucking stupid."
Weak. That was all your brain was telling you, mocking you, as Sakusa didn't stop moving against you and insulting you. This wasn't the first time. It just so happened that this time you were able to wake up.
"I-I..." you stuttered, "I'll...I'll tell mom and dad." The sheets were gripped tightly between your fingers. "I'll tell them- mmmm...what nii-san has been doing to me..."
"If you tell mom and dad, they wouldn't even care," Sakusa said in a patronizing tone. The way his hand was caressing you made you wanna cry.
“They would!”
"Mom and dad don't even treat you like a daughter, (Y/N). When was the last time they told you they loved you?" Even if his question was rhetorical, your mind went completely blank. You can't recall a moment where they ever told you they loved you.
"B-but, this isn't right! You're not supposed to be doing this," you argued. It was a surprise that your mind wasn't completely clouded by how big his cock was and how his thrusts felt almost hateful.
"You think they would choose your side? You'd be ruining your own life. Maybe you'd ruin mine. And it'd be. All. Your. Fault." With each syllable, his movements became sharper. "You don't wanna betray your nii-san by saying something, do you?"
"You love your nii-san, right?"
You do. You love him so much, even if you tried to avoid him and he never said a single good thing to you in your whole damn life.
Because you have to love him.
You stopped gripping on the sheets to the point where your knuckles were turning ghostly white to brush away the tears rolling down your cheeks. Your body shook, from both crying because of Sakusa's painful words and how hard he was fucking you. The pleasure building up in your core was overwhelming you, making that intense feeling of having to pee forced out of you.
Hearing your sniffles and small cries, Sakusa pulls you even tighter against him, but doesn't stop his relentless thrusting. It turned him on even more. He pushes your hand to brush away your tears for you, like good big brothers should.
"It's okay, (Y/N). We both know mom and dad don't love you."
A loud cry erupted from your chest. Maybe if your parents cared about you, they'd be running to your room to save you the second you started crying. But, no. Sakusa was basking in the fact that you were hurting on the inside. After years of negligent silence, you were finally letting it all out.
"But nii-san loves you," he said with a smile.
Although his words seemed to stun your entire being, you manage to choke out a "What?" Like it was the first time someone ever told you that they love you.
His torturous thrusts almost distracted you. Fuck, why did it feel so good to have your step brother fucking you on your side like this?
"I love you." He sweetly grabs your face so you can turn your head to look at him. There was a pounding in your ears coming straight from your chest. A warm feeling spreads throughout your stomach.
"You...you love me, nii-san?"
"Of course I do." He was actually smiling at you, "If I didn't, would I be inside you right now?"
His face didn't seem so blank anymore. Sakusa never ever smiled at you. Hell, he never really smiled in general. Someone actually loved you. Holy shit. And he was even pounding away at your insides like you were a fuck doll.
Is that why he's so mean? Was he just trying to hide his feelings for you this whole time? You could die laughing right now. His cock felt so damn good rearranging your guts against your will yet you were struggling to accept it.
Your cheeks naturally puffed up in happiness as you smiled so brightly at him. The flip switched in your brain so easily. Without another word, Sakusa kissed you passionately, because he knew you would let him continue to ravage your body. Your hips began to buck from the pressure building up in your lower half and you starting pushing your hips towards him, welcoming his length inside you. It felt like you needed more of him. More of his love.
Love me.
"Nii-san," you gasped against his lips. His movements never faltered, which you figured was from his amazing athletic ability and stamina.
"Be a good little sister and cum on my cock," he coaxed. He could tell you were so close to cumming from how tightly your precious cunt was hugging his length and how you were squirming against him. You were both slick with sweat. As you started squirming more violently against him, Sakusa tightened his grip on you.
“I’m gonna cum,” you whined desperately, “Nii-san, I’m gonna cum!” You grabbed his arms and pushed your fingernails into his skin, making him hiss from the sudden pain. With a firm grip over your mouth, he muffles your screams. Satisfaction settled in your stomach as you exploded all over his cock. Your sweet juices trailed down your thighs onto the bedsheets.
As much as Sakusa wanted to, he couldn’t fill up your insides and see your hole dripping with his cum just yet. He quickly pulls out of you and lets his seed shoot onto the bare skin of your ass. The shock of your orgasm left your thighs trembling, your skin wet, and your eyes drooping.
“You’re the best little sister.”
You would’ve replied, but you could barely form any words as you lost consciousness again. When you woke up the next morning, you were fully dressed and cleaned up, with no stickiness between your thighs like how you used to wake up.
Sakusa actually cleaned you up this time. You felt your heart melt and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.
Everything seemed to go back to normal between you two, with the same small talks and not really seeing each other often, but he always had a knowing smirk on his face whenever he saw you.
Whenever his eyes would trail up your body to meet yours, you could feel a warmth in your stomach spread all throughout your body which forced you to look away quickly. Whenever he insulted you, you would feel your thighs press together. Whenever you caught yourself admiring his features when he replaced his face mask for a new one, you smiled softly to yourself.
When it was time for him to leave, you couldn’t help but let a few tears shed. He was all set to go, with his backpack on and his mask covering his face.
“Hey, don’t cry, (Y/N),” he cooed, wiping your tears away, “You know I won’t be gone forever.”
You sniffled, “I know. I just hate being here alone.” Well, not necessarily alone. You just hated being ignored and neglected just because you weren’t your brother.
“If you manage to get into my college, you can move in with me. How does that sound?” You instantly perk up and dry your tears with your shirt.
"Really?!” you asked with excitement. You imagine all the things you could do with your nii-san without your parents in the picture. You could go out together, hold hands, share kisses, just about anything. He could even fuck you whenever he wants.
These thoughts about your own step brother would've made you feel sick before.
But that was before you knew Sakusa loved you. Now, you couldn't help but ask your mom when the next time your nii-san would be coming to visit. While you were waiting for his next visit, you studied hard.
College would be so much fun with your nii-san with you!
Part 2
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Sweet Treat
Summary: Who knew brownies could get you the best dick of your life
Pairing: Ojiro Aran x black!fem!reader
Warnings: (smut 18+!!), unprotected sex, fingering (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), ass smacking, little bit of dirty talk
Word Count: 2012
A/N: I had this come to me randomly, and I have enough things in my head so enjoy some Aran smut
You were back home, a newly graduated college student working on finding a job, so you were mostly at your parents' house, findings jobs for babysitting or dog sitting to pass the time.
You currently scrolling on your phone, laying on the couch on your back when your mom comes into the room, and you look up from your phone. "Are those brownies for me?" you ask playfully as she stands at the end of the couch, rolling her eyes.
"They're for the neighbors," she says, and you frown at her. "They moved in a little while before you came back home. I want you to go take it to them."
She holds the pan out and you sit up. "Why do I have to do it?"
"To welcome them to the neighborhood, of course," her voice telling you that there's no room for argument, and you sigh as you stand, shoving your phone into the back pocket of your shorts.
You walk over to her, and she hands you the pan with a loving smile on her face and you return it with a sarcastic one that makes her laugh. You make your way out the door, grimacing slightly at the sudden heat on your skin as you make the short walk next door.
You knock on the door before shifting your weight onto one foot as you sigh, realizing that you don't even know if they're actually home. Luckily, you hear the lock being turned, and once the door starts opening, your brain is on autopilot as you hold the pan out slightly, the words like clockwork to you.
"Hi, welcome to the..."
You trail off as your mouth falls open, your arms dropping slightly as your eyes take in the hottest guy you've definitely ever seen in your entire life. Your eyes run down his ridiculously fit torso, his hands in the pockets of his shorts that are totally too small for the size of his thighs.
"Well, hello to you, too." His voice makes you jump, realizing that your eyes were just roaming over his body, and your face flushes warm in embarrassment, and your body follows when you see him doing the same thing with a smirk on his face.
You hold your arms out, lifting the pan his way. "Uh, brownies. My mom made, um--to welcome you to the neighborhood." It's not normal for you to struggle to find your words, but you expected an older couple, maybe, but not a fucking supermodel.
He huffs softly at you, his smirk turning into an easy smile as he takes the pan from you. "Thank you so much. Brownies are my favorite."
His voice is so smooth, deep, and it literally feels like it's running over you as easily as water. When he grabs the pan, his bicep flex, your eye is drawn to it instantly as you chew your lip softly.
"Yeah, no problem," you say, your voice a little louder this time even though you're still not over the initial shock of how good-looking he is.
He gestures his head inside. "You wanna split these? I can't eat 'em all by myself."
"Oh, no. It's fine. You're probably busy or..." You trail off as you wave your hand, and you find yourself already giving in when he chuckles.
"Seriously, it's cool. I'm not doing anything," he reassures, and you respond with a nod as he steps to the side to let you in. You hear the door close behind you, and he's walking past you towards the kitchen, and your eyes start to shut at how good he smells, but then they narrow in on his back, which is nothing but muscle.
"The name's Aran," he tells you as he pulls the tinfoil off the pan, and oh right. You're having not-so-mature thoughts about a complete stranger and you didn't even know his name. "So, what else are you doing besides trying to stay cool during this hot ass day?" he asks after you tell him your name, his question making you chuckle lightly.
"Well, I just graduated college, so I'm working on finding a job right now," you answer, and he nods as he takes an already cut piece out.
"Same here. My parents run a convenience store, and I help out sometimes." He breaks the piece in half before placing them on a napkin. "I'm pretty sure I could get you a spot there," he adds as he turns around.
"Oh, you don't have to do that," you reply as he hands you a piece.
"It's no big deal. Think of it as thanks for the brownies," he offers with a wink, and you respond with a soft smile as you accept the piece.
You notice that he's a lot closer than you remember, and you're surprised you're not drooling over him. Granted, you probably are, but you can cover that up with the baked good.
You eat your half, your eyes staying on his as you watch him eat his half. You find yourself taking a deep breath to compose yourself when he moans around the brownie that he's chewing. "Oh my God, this is amazing."
You chuckle softly as you chew on your piece with a nod. "Yeah, my mom always makes them really sweet," you add, and you gasp softly when he moves closer to you, his arms caging you between him and the counter.
"They are, but," he starts, his voice low as he tilts his head down. "I bet you'd taste even sweeter." Your mouth drops open, your legs squeezing together subconsciously. You can barely find a response but then he's speaking again. "You wanna let me find out?"
His voice seems to be even deeper than before, and you find yourself nodding without even realizing probably still trying to relish in the fact that there's a crazy hot guy standing in front of you, and he just asked if he could eat you out.
You're soon knocked out of your trance when you feel his lips on yours, but your lips are molding together instantly. His hands move from the counter onto your hips before they slowly slide under your shirt, his huge palms warm against your stomach.
You guide his hands down to your shorts as he deepens the kiss, his deft fingers quickly unbuttoning your shorts and working them down your thighs. You're quick to hop onto the counter, and he's tearing your shorts off your legs before pushing you down so your back is flat against the cold surface.
You don't if you jump because of the sudden coolness or the fact that he's already slipped your panties down your legs. He takes a good look at your dripping pussy, spreading your legs a little before diving in.
His tongue is flicking through your folds with tenacity, breathing in deeply before groaning loudly. His eyes stay closed, savoring your taste as he sucks at your clit, bringing his fingers up to slide into your hole. "Fuck, you taste sweeter than candy, baby," he moans, continuing to lick through your folds and at your clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you at a quick pace.
You can barely comprehend what he's saying, your legs closing around his head when he aggressively pushes on your g-spot, your hands weakly attempting to find something to hold onto as your back arches. You don't know how much time has passed, but you're pretty sure this is the fastest you're about to cum.
"Aran--fuck," you try and tell him, but you can't even speak, and he pushes your leg to the side.
"Come on, baby girl, I want it all," he says against your folds, the vibrations only taking you higher. One more push at both of those bundles of nerves, and your back is arching further off the counter as you cum, Aran making sure he gets every last drop.
Your body wants to go limp, but he keeps going, addicted to the way you taste, and your body trembles at the overstimulation. You whine softly, and he finally relents. "Sorry, sweetheart," he starts with a smirk. "You just taste so good."
You huff softly as you look at him, and when he stands up straight, he beckons you towards him with the curl of fingers that are coated in your wetness. You slowly manage to lift yourself on your elbows, and he helps you the rest of the way.
He guides his fingers to your mouth as he licks around his to taste more of you while you lick his fingers clean, yourself the only thing you can taste. "You taste sweeter than those brownies, don't you?"
You nod softly, and he's grinning at you as he pulls them from your mouth, stepping in between your legs again, his face inches from yours. "You gonna let me fuck this sweet, little cunt of yours?"
Your nod this time is quicker. "Yes, please fuck me," you beg, and he's pulling you off the counter, your eyes zeroing in on the massive bulge in his shorts before he's turning you around and pushing your front half flush against the counter.
He pushes his shorts and underwear down his thighs, rubbing his head at your folds as he rubs your back softly. "You ready?" You're nodding quickly, turning your head to look at him, but your eyes are soon closing as you feel him stretching you out. "God--you're so fucking tight," he groans, and he steadies his hands on your hips as he pushes the rest of the way in.
He doesn't move as soon as he bottoms out, but he doesn't deny you when you start bucking back against him. One hand grips your hip while the other twists your hair into his grip, and then he's pulling out until only the tip is in before slamming back into you.
The sound of your moans and skin slapping together filled the kitchen, and he delivers a few smacks to your ass before gripping the flesh in his palm, moving it so that he can watch himself stretch out your cunt. He bites his lip when he sees his dick shiny with your juices, all of it starting to accumulate at the base of his dick and dripping down his balls.
This is the most stretched out you've ever felt, feeling every thick vein rub against your gushy walls just the right way, your legs threatening to buckle. The closer you get to your climax, the more you clench around him, and he abandons the grip on your hair to grab at your other hip, thrusting into you with more enthusiasm.
He throws his head back as a guttural moan leaves his throat, his orgasm building up at the base of his spine fast. "Jesus, baby, I'm close," he rasps, taking another look at your ass jiggling every time his hips meet yours, and he interprets your incoherent moans as you saying you're close too, and he reaches under you to rub wet, quick circles at your clit.
"Go ahead, baby girl, let that sweet cunt milk my dick," he growls, sweat dripping down his brow as he looks at you, and he rams into your g-spot a couple more times, and you're screaming against the counter as you cum hard, your pussy clamping around him so hard, it triggers his orgasm.
He fucks you through your highs, his seed coating your walls before he slowly stops. Your heavy breathing is all that can be heard as he leans down over you, giving you soft kisses as his hands move up over yours, lacing his fingers with yours.
You chuckle softly when he pulls away, still dazed from your mind-blowing orgasm, making him follow. "You okay?" he asks, his lips brushing against yours.
"I'm more than okay," you muse, your breathing still a little ragged, and he smiles widely before kissing you again.
"So," he starts. "You wouldn't happen to have any more sweet treats, would you?"
Fun fact: I have two drabbles planned that take place in the same timeline as this lmfao
Tags: @iwascrybaby, @mxhriii, @cinnitsuki
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