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#but then the test was positive and i was like ummmm what

missamyrisa2 · 3 months

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hey ummmm about kink specific teases

I may or may not have a really intense armpit (and sweat but that's not everyone's cup o' tea) kink. Could I request a really mean tease for those? 👉👈

"Now make with the shirt~!" I demand, snapping my fingers and holding them out~ before reaching right under your arms and tickling playfully, pushing you back towards a nice comfy chair~ "and let's put those arms somewhere safe, shall we? Yesss yes yes just relax I'm going to get these arms nice and snugggg back here with allll this soft rope~ around and around we goooo~ don't you love how it's all pink and cuteeee? Noooo? Well maybe when I get your pits matching the rope you'll think it's adorable ~ Ahh yes there we goooo and a little testy testtt yesss look at these lovely armpitttsss~ these armpitssss? Yeahhhh Oneeee armpit~ twoooo armpitsss" my fingers glide and dance testing your bonds one after another, probing down your arms to the rims of your pitties~

"Awww does this tiiiickle? It's just a little~pitter~patter~ Wellll you tell your tickle mama alll about itttt~" I snicker and position myself over your lap, scrunching my fingers as I start bringing them down. "Mmmhmmm mhmmm~ you like being tickled here huh? Is that why you're sooooo gigglegaspyyy? Nooo? Yeahhh? Coochie coooo~ yesss I'm gonna coochie coooo your pitttiesss~ mmhmm look at how exquisiteeee~" I trace around the edges and make little circles inward, exploring every bit of skin I can find under your arms while I hum and coo thoughtfully~ drinking in your every reaction and lingering whenever I hear a good squeak~

"Hmm hmm hmmm~ I thiiiink these armpits are little dustyyyyy~ ooh yes, I see a litttle fleck of dusttyyy right there. Mmmhm and heree my goodness darling, do you not dust these cute pittiesss?" I smirk knowingly and reach into my shorts pocket to retrieve a fan shaped makeup brush with pink tips. "Let's just get you cleaned up then~" I grasp at your outer pit with one hand and start briskly brushing my soft tool back and forth. "Hold still ~ this miiiight tickle~!!" I work my tool around, fluffing and brushing away with merry cooing sounds at your every reaction. "And now the other side oooh yes gotta get em both ohhh yesss we doooo~" I lean in carefully, making sure my soft hair and material of my outfit graze against your exposed upper body to tease~

Softer and softer I tease and tickle at your armpits until I get your head a little fuzzy, before I suddenly lean in and bury my soft lips into the center of one, kissing and blowing a raspberry. "bbbbzztttt!! Awww how's thattttt? How often do you dream about having your armpits tickled and kissed huh?" I press my lips to your other pit as you try to answer, fingers tracing playfully at the lower curves of each underarm. "Oooh getting so worked up are weee? Getting a little hot in the pitssss? Tell meee how much you loooove your armpit ticklesss~ you sayyy pleaseee tickle mama pleeeease tickle my pitssss~!"

With a sly grin I scoot closer and pull up the tip of my braided hair, and after dipping it into a conveniently placed cup of water I twist it into a point and start snickering. "Let's hear all about it nowww~ how long have you loved having your pits examined and probed and teased and bullied?" I question and interrogate and poke and stroke your hyper sensitive skin with my braid tip, swirling around in long looping patterns ~ "Do you just love it so much when I tickle here? What's more ticklyyy? My braid or the brush or fingerssss?" I plant kisses and mix my fingers into the tickles too, digging in whenever you try to get an answer out.

"What? Does it tickle sooo gooood? Not if I kiss? Huhhh? Kissyyy on your pittyyyy? What a pity! You're so ticklish!" I plant kisses right in the center of each armpit~ "And my my myyyy we did accessorize your pits right didn't weee~ sooo pink and hotttttt and worked up huhhh?" I plunge my thumbs in and rub thoughtfully as I giggle and plant kisses on your laughed out cheeks~ "I think you liiiiike when I tickle you like thisss~ on your niceeee sweet armpitsss~ yeahh these armpitsss~" and with that I skitter my nails down your arms and start mercilessly tickling away~

"Sorry baby, I know~~~ I knowwwwe~ It's just the pits!"

I bounce happily on your lap, tickling away, pausing to lean in and kiss and nibble and lickle~ flipping my tongue around wildly~ "and don't thinkkkkk I don't know what these tickles doooo to youuuu~" I taunt~ "Maybe not the pitsss after all~ maybeeee quite the opposite huhh?" I grin wickedly and reach back, pulling out my vibrating wand~

Scooting back, I put a hand on my hip and start running the buzzy bulb up and down your royal area, getting you niiice and worked up before reaching over and attacking your pit with my free hand. "Mmmhmmm~ just as I thoughtttt~ it's the pitssss~"~<3

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what-if-nct · 1 year

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Currently crying because I just woke up from a dream where my crush from the last four years (who happens to be my friend’s brother) showed up after her wedding and asked me why I didn’t stay. I told him because there was no room for me, and he hugged me and said that there was always room for me with him.

He then proceeded to invite me to an after party at a house and we kind of danced but then he took me to the kitchen and showed me a positive pregnancy test and I’m like “tf is this son?” He said it wasn’t his or someone he knew but just wanted to do this to me and keep me forever. Which I was like “ummmm….ok sweet and creepy” so I told him to just ask me out and we kissed in the kitchen and chased each other up the stairs past sleeping guests into a room by ourselves and I hugged him again and I could feel him this time, all warm (just like I did when I hugged him last fr after being asked to give up my seat at the reception).

Then he kissed my cheeks and neck cause I was crying and he started undressing and I did too, and by the time I was in a robe he was pulling me towards somewhere but I had to wake up cause I needed to PEE

I’m so angry because idc if I screwed him or not in the dream, I just miss how close we were altogether. And there are times where I want to feel like he likes me (on our first occasions of hanging out he told me he wanted to raise children with me), and for a while I felt like it wasn’t true. But when I had to leave last night it almost looked like he was disappointed. He called me over just before me and some other friends walked out of the door and pulled me in to hug him.

And we hugged for a good minute. I was the only one he gave a proper hug to: arms around my waist with my head on his chest/neck, cause he towers over me even in heels, my arms around his neck. He hugged one girl but it was a side hug and very quick. I know my hair was probably all frizzed out and my eyelash was falling off but hugging him has always felt like holding happiness for a million years.

It’s been our little “love language” if you will. We have always hugged since day one when we see each other and the time before this when we hugged we didn’t let go because it was the first time after two years of pandemic that we saw each other in person. He held me by my waist and when I was leaving he walked me to my car and made sure it started before I left. I’m trying not to confuse chivalry with feelings but it’s so so so hard when you’ve never truly felt closeness to a boy. I’ve gone so long being avoided that I always hold back my feelings if I’m unsure (damn you Scorpio Venus!)

But I just wanted to share this little dream + moment with you because you’re the best to talk to about these things 💗

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh that's such a sweet dream. The pregnancy test part threw me for a loop but it is cute if a little creepy but cute. Lets you know he's serious about it. But all of the hugging is so nice and sounds so wonderful. And from just what you've written. Please read it back and I hope there is no doubt left in your mind, cause honey it sounds like he feels the exact same way as you. When someone likes you despite how hard it is for you to read feelings cause you've never received those feelings, you can definitely feel it even if it's just one of those back of your mind feelings on some level you know. Cause you feel when some doesn't like you right? it's so strong but when they do like you, you have to allow yourself to feel it, cause like the doubt in your mind, the oh it's nothing serious, he's just being nice just clouds your judgment and takes away from what you're actually experiencing.

If I can share my own experience. I always say before talking for five hours sorry. But I've mentioned this person in passing cause he was probably my most influential crushes, he def set a precedent for my type now. But his name was Jacob and he had long blonde hair and blue eyes and he had this whole cali surfer thing going on he was so cute and tall. And like being 15 I was like yep, him. I was so embarrassing about it but he was so sweet and he'd hug me so tight, he was so chill and we sat together in art, and one day I had wore a mini skirt cause it was all I had and at this time I only wore jeans and like he had pointed to it and was going to say something and I said no don't say anything he just put his hands up in surrender and hugged me. Also he'd check my arms for new self harm scars, weirdly the only other boy who ever did that was this little long haired blonde boy in middle school. He'd also always be shirtless after school and keep trying to get me to kiss him when he'd hug me. I dont think I actually had a crush on him just thought he was cute. I actually liked his friend.

Anyway Then when we were in Science, he was in 10th grade and I was in 9th but there was a field trip and all the kids who didn't go was in the science teacher's class, there was just three of us. Anyway I was at the computer listening to Metro Station's control and it was at the part that goes "I'm coming down, bring me up, take off, let's just touch' I was singing that and he was trying to turn the computer off saying "No, no, no that's a bad influence, that's a bad influence' and he did the same thing when I was listening to Gimme More by Britney Spears. It was so cute. And he was just so cute. And I kind of had like a hopeful maybe feeling but like I was a weird chunky emo kid who made the art teacher play my my chemical romance cd, he would never like me.

But like after I graduated like four years later, he messaged me on Facebook and we talked on the phone and he was telling me how pretty he always thought I was and how sweet and nice I was and how he just wanted to treat me like a princess, he lived a few counties over and he was willing to come back and see me and I was so surprised, sadly I was too scared to do anything cause my last boyfriend was horrible and I was just scared, it's been like 9 years since that and I still regret it. But looking at what I wrote like of course he liked me in high school, it's so easy to disregard it as just being nice but just try to see it for what it actually is. Cause honey it's there, if anything your dream is trying to tell something.

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Okay. Here's a weird story time.

So my sisters boyfriend just tested positive for covid, I live with him so ew.

But that's not that weird part. He starts a new job tomorrow morning at a bank and he was starting with another girl. And in the same hour nearly to the minute they both tested positive for covid (they've never met before) and as soon as they read the positive covid test all the power to the entire town went out for 15 seconds and then back on.

I'm just like ummmm what

#weird #is this supernatural #random

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zumpietoo · 2 years

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The Cray Continueth...

https://lovedinapastlife.tumblr.com/post/637885179040546816/anti-brace-yourselves-opinion-ahead-skip-if

Ummm.....do you mean for FT, who was also sexually harassing him and antagonizing BH shippers every chance she got? That isn’t “coworkers”, that’s one miserable little bitch....and nobody else “called off” anybody save PP (for which FT never even thanked her) AND....that wasn’t Cole’s stans, but your kween’s.....including yourself....

Cole’s a supremely self effacing dude and he has never, EVER done anything like that....despite the supreme toxicity of his coworkers routinely name dropping, using him for clicks, stalking him, etc....he’s actually been unbelievably patient about it...

I don’t even know WTF the rest of what she’s talking about is....but it’s utter batshit bullshit...I can’t remotely recall when he last did so....plus we know the cast is infinitely moar “unprofessional” than that...

Umm....casting offices (?) were already calling him and he remains the only person on the show to lead a successful theatrical feature. He’s extraordinarily kind to his fans and certainly doesn’t suggest they join cults....

If anything? It’s quite obvious whatever Cole had opted to do, his fans would’ve followed....Plaiderdale didn’t make Cole famous, Cole made it famous....

Cole’s routinely praised on other sets for his dedicated work ethic and this has now been fully debunked.

You were there and know that about him and PP?

And WTF??? That never happened in that shoot.....literally now you’re just fucking lying....since it didn’t happen, it wasn’t “unprofessional” or “immature”......and I have no idea how he was “marketing” himself with this....

Does she mean when they were ALL at a pool party? Where everybody was, by default, wearing a bathing suit? And where the only “very young” girl was Kaia, who was also an adult....(and got with Cara). At “mature person”??? Cole was an entire 27/28 when she wrote this-----and she’s referring to parties he attended when even younger than that....not sure WTF she’s clutching her pearls over.

The rest are complete and utter lies....she is, literally, a liar....plus, once again....dude, if Cole wanted to get laid, he’d have his pick....that’s been made abundantly clear as well.

And the “berates” were also outed as fakes....the only “abusive” thing Cole ever did to either of his exes was to dump them....which he’s fully entitled to do...

And what “signs”? Amy’s insistence. Plus, by the time this was posted, he’d dumped PP almost a year earlier. And addict? Again....not Cole, but yes KokeJ, yes PP...

Fail, fullbore LIAR

One’s merely being creative, the second’s her insisting internet rumors are true.

Fail, liar, Fail....

So does the rest of the cast. PP talks in interviews about doing drugs and is in a cult. KokeJ’s in rehab for the second time....The tweet was by somebody who wasn’t there and had never met him.....she thought she was being funny....

Crotchi was the one who tested positive for Covid and cause the set to shut down early.

Ummmm.....again, noooo.....and so fucking what? Good lord you’re a humorless twat. Plus what about when Hart and KokeJ were jumping off the roof into the pool, where’s your concern about injury for that?

Also Cole’s physically aging??? By the time she posted this, PP was posing shit where she looked 45 and KokeJ’d been looking olllddd for years.

Now it’s nearly 2 years later and Cole looks scrumptious....

Ummm.....how is this “control freak nonesense”. And the tumblr experiment was like a decade ago....dude, pathetic. Camera duels is self explanatory....He had momentary tech issues when he lent his platform for something anti-racist, as well as marching and lending his star power to that and other causes. While PP was making shit entirely about herself....

Why is he expected to indulge people for being assholes and harassing him? This is patently ridiculous....Literally now it’s if he’s less than a saint and inviting abuse he’s a bad person....dude, pathetic....

Why was he expected to speak out before he got hassled and doxxed? Why and how was the timing “majorly suspect”? Other than it followed PP having just doxxed him again and indirected him to pimp her flop of a “movie” and “poems”?

Ummmm.....actually, Cole’s known for being the most considerate of the crew and the rest of the cast are assholes....FT herself routinely didn’t wear her mask and at the time, wasn’t even sure who her babydaddy was....plus myyyyyy but this rant went deep into the psycho, huh???

Also, sounds like she believe the Reina crap....which, by this point? Totally ded and had there been anything (no), his business.

Cole is the one who sees a shrink, PP is the one who’s in a cult. Try to keep that straight....plus I thought he disrespected the crew?

The show’s ending now, he remains their biggest draw....after this he Moonshot was revived and a hit, Borrasca 2 just wrapped and he’s filming a new theatrical soon. PP? Filmed one, endlessly pushed back streaming thing that she had to buy her way onto.

I’m sure Cole’s sobbing that you no longer love him for dumping PP. Especially given how clearly psychotic you are. What “hard work of others” is he destroying, exactly? He isn’t the sexual harasser, etc...

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dingyuxi · 2 years

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replying directly to ur reply: ofc + THANK /YOU/!! my majors are media & cultural studies + asian studies so nothing as intense as pharmacy but one project was sooooo stressful, i'm glad the semester is over with! ahn bohyun kind of has a punchable face................. i mean i think he was even a boxer or smthn but ..yh i get what u mean. most of the time i can overlook what i think abt actors' visuals unless they're a trashy person like lee byunghun or yoo yeonseok. watching through gifs though is the best way to enjoy a drama sometimes, especially when they're your gifs ;) and YESSS LINK!!! i agree that their visuals look good together and it's refreshing that gayoung is the older one of the two, they had table reading clips out and she seemed like an older friend that teases him !! it'll be interesting to see how they incorporate crime into the drama tho!! also if u have time pls give from now on showtime a chance! it's sooo good ik i said this in the last ask but i look forward to it the most each week out of korean dramas airing rn! i do think to my star had v natural chem and also their visuals were nice together, i'm a sucker for people who have compatible faces..ok that sounds weird but ygwim! SKIPPING THE SECOND COUPLE IN PLUS & MINUS?? *insert kermit falling off building gif* but yh.. fu ligong is my beloved. king could've hidden it anywhere in his apt but decides on one of the most open places 😭i love how cheng isn't rejecting his confession but needs time to think about seeing him romantically, super realistic and sweet! i'm still SOOO behind on lap but junyoung.. all i've been seeing is that she's starting shit like u said. she would've been better off in spainnnnnn. WAIT U THINK ONE SPRING NIGHT IS SUPERIOR TO HALF OF HALF?? i could go on for days abt half of half. the fact that it was shortened 4 eps still makes me MADDDDD. but one spring night is <333 tbh i haven't watched more since i sent u the last message but i wanna savor this haein x jimin magic. kp ep 6.. was amazing.. v obsessed w the ep!! also i only knew about alchemy of souls because of minhyun 😋i have one song saved from both flor and the band camino!! i've never heard of vinyl theatre or gentle bones so i'll definitely check out their musiccc!! also gaho!! <333 i almost saw plt in chicago when they came but i had gone to too many concerts at the time and another ticket was not in the budget 😭i haven't listened to gaho since 2020 but my fave songs are still then and pink walk!! also lucyyyyy, i need to stan them more as a band but i really liked flowering!!! gwangil's cover of 난춘 is also in my favorite videos playlist for youtube, and i very rarely hit the like button on vids but that video is liked!! also umm i saw ur carrot cake post the other day. um. ummmm. sammmm.. how can u like carrot cake ??? after all these times i've said u have superior taste w dramas i'm afraid u don't have superior taste w desserts 😥:( it's been a stressful week but hopefully next week i'll get some answers and have less stress! i'm sorry you tested positive for covid tho :( i remember at the start of the pandemic my mom's son invited my sis and i to decorate his christmas tree and then i went back home and not soon after my mom's son tested positive and my mom blamed me for possibly getting it :)))))))) but i hope u aren't feeling too sick and resting up!! i hope u are having a lovely day as well despite having covid!! - z anon

don't demean the arts like that! your studies are just as vigorous and important <33 asldkjf HE DOESSS (I don't find him hot either :D) sometimes I am a very vain individual and like to watch pretty people being pretty on my screen..."especially when they're your gifs" Z PLEASE. awww that's cute I actually haven't watched the table reading but I've seen the trailers and short clips of them. I totally forgot how old gayoung is lol but they seemed similar in age so I rolled with it. also I think they were both child actors? I know jingoo was, I think gayoung was too but I could be wrong. ahhh I'm glad you're enjoying itttt I've been kinda in a kdrama/cdrama slump since none of them are really hitting for me rn (even of the ones I am watching I'm not like SUPER invested in). kinnporsche sustains me at the moment. I'll keep showtime on the list and try it out if I have time ^^ omg is skipping the second couple a controversial take oops. I don't even want to talk about junyoung...she gets my blood boiling. UMMMM YES?? (ngl I had to google half of half because I forget apoym was also called that lol). Don't get me wrong apoym was soft and cute, but idk own just hit me more with them mature characters and themes. the episode cut our the drama I think, it really could've been better if they'd gotten the full 16 eps. omg PLT in concert! that would've been fun I'm sure. ohhh what concerts have you gone to? I've actually never been to any lmao. gaho my vocal king, love all his covers/arrangements he does with his friends KAVE. love LOVE flowering, the taste! NO DON'T YOU DARE COME FOR CARROT CAKE LIKE THAT. what did carrot cake ever do to you. I actually made carrot cake the other week, cream cheese frosting and all yummm. what's your favorite dessert then? thank you for the well wishes! I was well other than a slight sore throat and sniffles, but they only lasted for a couple days. it just sucked having to isolate myself for the whole week. I'm all better now!!

#asks #anon #answered

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shemarmooresfedora · 2 years

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Baby Daddy (Part 2)

Summary: After making the decision to have a kid with your best friend, things get a little complicated.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: mostly fluff, little bit of angst, mentions/allusions to sex, typical cm case stuff, vomiting, swearing

Word Count: 2.6k

Part 1

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“Do you know it costs about a thousand dollars just for them to shoot your sperm up my vagina?” you had your legs kicked up on Spencer’s lap, laying on his couch, “And the success rate is only 15.8% for women under 35. I’ll be broke before I get pregnant.”

“I don’t mind paying,” Spencer offered.

“No, I’m paying. It’s the least I can do after roping you into this situation. I’m just saying it seems a little ridiculous to spend so much on something most people could just do for free,” you continued to skim the pamphlet.

“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Spencer hummed.

“What do you mean ‘whatever I’m comfortable with’?” you glanced up at him, his eyes still reading his third daily newspaper of the day.

“I’m saying I’ll do whatever. If you don’t want to pay, I’m happy to try the old-fashioned way,” Spencer spoke like it wasn’t a big deal.

“You want us?” you motioned back and forth between the two of you, “to have sex?”

“I mean I’m trying to save you some money here. Unless you prefer that I come in a red solo cup and shoot it up you with a turkey baster,” Spencer chuckled.

“I’ll think about it,” is all you could say, picking up your pamphlet again.

“Okay, just let me know” Spencer flipped the page, “No rush.”

“Well actually, yes rush because I only have about 8 good eggs left,” you retorted.

Spencer checked his watch, “Just an FYI, your ovulation started last night and lasts roughly 24 hours.”

You slammed the pamphlet shut, “Okay, I’ve thought about it. Put a baby in me, Spencer Reid.”

And so it began. In storage closets at work. At your apartment. In hotel rooms during cases. And once in a back alley behind a bar.

You thought it would be awkward to be having lots of sex with your best friend but it truly wasn’t. The leap didn’t feel so drastic when you had already spent most of your time together before.

The team seemed to be none the wiser because how could they have predicted that you guys were secretly trying for a baby.

You would take a pregnancy test every Friday night, hoping it would display two prominent lines on the stick.

“Nope,” you flipped over the stick, showing Spencer the single line.

“Test again,” Spencer handed you another box, “This is going to sound weird but last time when we tried that new thing, I just feel like I got you pregnant.”

“Okay, whatever floats your boat,” you began to chug water in order to be able to test again.

You peed on the stick again, Spencer set a timer, and you waited.

Once it beeped, you gestured him towards the stick.

“You look, Mr. I feel like I got you pregnant.”

“1…2…3,” Spencer flipped it over and his face went pale, “Pregnant,” he murmured.

“Let me see,” you took the stick from him and sure enough, there were two lines, “Well, what does this mean? We’ve got one positive and one negative.”

“False negatives are more common than false positives,” Spencer was grinning, “Try one more test.”

When it came up positive again, you screamed, “Oh my god, Spence!”

You both immediately started crying happy tears.

“We’ve having a kid,” you sobbed into his chest.

“Oh my god, we’re having a kid,” Spencer worried.

“Y/N, we’re going to the bar tonight and you can’t say no,” Penelope entered the bullpen right at 5.

“Ummmm,” you turned towards Spencer, looking for an excuse.

“Y/N is actually watching a five hour long Russian film with me tonight. I already bought the tickets and they’re nonrefundable. Anyone is welcome to join though,” he quickly stepped in.

“Sorry, boy wonder. Not the night of fun I had planned. Let’s go, Emily and Derek.”

As soon as they left, you turned to Spencer once again.

“Okay so what are our actual plans for the night?” you asked.

“I’ll leave that up to you but I was thinking takeout and a movie,” he replied.

“Sounds delightful,” you hummed.

“A rom-com and Chinese food is pretty much my perfect night,” you sighed as you set the empty lo mein carton down on the coffee table.”

“Pretty much?” Spencer questioned, “I’m intrigued.”

“Well there’s just one other thing that the pregnancy has been making want lately but I’ll settle for an almost perfect night,” you laughed it off.

“I won’t accept nothing but the best for you. Name it. I’ll go get it right now,” Spencer was standing to get his coat and keys.

“Spence, don’t worry about it. It’s not something you go buy at a store anyways.”

“Well now I’m really intrigued,” he sat back down.

You rolled your eyes, he wasn’t going to let this go. That stupid, beautiful brain of his, having to know everything about everything.

“So the pregnancy has made me very hormonal,” you started, “So I’ve been feeling a lot more…lustful recently.”

“You’re horny?” Spencer put it plainly.

“So eloquently put, Spence,” you replied sarcastically.

“Well, why didn’t you just say so? I’m happy to help. It’s nothing we haven’t done before,” he stated.

“But that was for a purpose,” you explained.

“And this is for a purpose too,” he responded, “Co-parenting begins with helping the mother of my child with all her needs.”

“This isn’t exactly a need,” you retorted.

“Fine, we don’t have to have sex. It was just an offer,” he backed off.

“I never said I didn’t want to,” you responded.

By the look in Spencer’s eyes, you could tell you were in for a long night.

You managed to get three rounds in over the course of the night before you both were called away on a case by Hotch.

It was 3 a.m. when you quickly ripped yourself out from underneath the covers and stumbled to the hotel bathroom with your hand clasped over your mouth.

You had only gotten to the hotel about an hour ago after working for about twenty hours straight. There was a serial killer on the loose, kidnapping women at an alarming rate so there was no time to waste.

You made it to the toilet bowl just in time and fell back against the cool bathroom tile, curling into fetal position.

“Are you alright?” Spencer whispered from the doorway.

“Just some very early morning sickness,” you groaned softly.

Spencer sat himself on the floor beside you, gently picking up your head and placing it in his lap. He combed his fingers through your hair.

“Do you want to get up from the floor?” he whispered after a few minutes.

“Mmmh,” you just snuggled yourself further into his lap.

You felt Spencer’s hands wrap under your legs and back, “You’ll be more comfortable in bed.”

He lifted you slowly and carried you back to your bed, tucking you under the covers.

Just as Spencer was getting back into his bed, he felt someone getting in on the other side.

“Is this okay?” you asked, snuggling up under his covers.

“Yes, of course,” he wrapped his arm around you.

“Being close to you makes it better somehow,” you murmured, drifting off to sleep.

You awoke to the view of Spencer’s concentration face, tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth, as he tried to complete the newspaper’s crossword.

“Morning,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes.

“I got you a blueberry muffin and tea,” Spencer pointed to your bedside table.

“Oh what I wouldn’t give to be able to have coffee right now,” you sighed.

“If it helps, I’m giving up everything you can’t have in solidarity,” Spencer sipped from his cup of tea.

“Your suffering doesn’t cancel out mine, Spence. You’re sweet but have your coffee,” you gave him a peck on the cheek.

You rolled out of bed and collected your clothes to shower.

“Hotch wants us down in the lobby in 30,” Spencer informed you.

“Got it,” you spoke, stripping off your clothes in the bathroom.

You inspected yourself in the mirror and noticed the little bump beginning to form, “You know we’re going to have to tell them relatively soon, Spence. It’s only going to get more noticeable,” you called out.

“I’m just not ready for all the questions,” Spencer grimaced.

“Me too but I’m sure the longer we wait to tell them, the more mad Penelope will be that we kept this from her,” you replied.

“How about a team dinner when we get back from this case?” Spencer proposed.

“Sounds good,” you called back, hopping into the warm water of the shower.

You set a coffee down in front of Spencer who was reviewing files, “Emily and I are going to the most recent dump site so I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, be safe,” Spencer squeezed your hand to try to communicate what he really wanted to say.

I love you.

An hour had gone by when his phone began to ring but Spencer was so wrapped in his paper trail, it had only felt like five minutes.

“Y/N has been taken by the unsub and is currently being held hostage in a building off Sunset Ave,” Hotch wasted no time stating.

“On my way,” Spencer said flatly despite every single emotion running through his chest.

You had to be okay. He couldn’t lose the two people he loved the most in one day. It would be too much grief to bear.

Spencer was running up the caution tape barrier when Hotch stopped him.

“Hotch, you don’t understand,” Spencer began.

“I understand she’s your best friend, Reid, but-”

“She’s pregnant,” Spencer blurted out, “She’s pregnant with my baby. I need to go in there. I’m not asking for permission.”

Spencer took off running towards the building.

He scanned each room of the house slowly, careful not to make any noise to alert the unsub of his arrival.

“You’re just a worthless bitch,” he heard a slap, “Just like my ex-wife and every other woman on this planet.”

Spencer saw red as he approached the door he heard the muffled sound coming from. How dare this man hit you? He couldn’t even think straight as he burst open the door.

Spencer lunged at the unsub, knocking him down. The unsub fought back, slapping Spencer across the face. Spencer retaliated with a punch that knocked him unconscious, quickly cuffing him.

“Spence, you could have gotten yourself killed,” you exclaimed.

“I couldn’t just sit outside and wait. I just needed you to be okay,” he cupped your cheeks.

“I am okay,” you promised him, “Both of us are.”

“Y/N, you are my whole word and I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here,” Spencer cried.

“It’s okay,” you rubbed his back soothingly, “We’re all okay.”

“Please don’t ever leave,” Spencer whispered, looking at you directly with his watery brown eyes.

“Never,” you promised, resting your forehead against his.

You felt Spencer’s warm breath bouncing off your skin. You could practically hear his inner monologue and overthinking.

His lips softly brushed up against yours as if he was testing if you were actually there or just a dream.

You responded by deepening the kiss, letting all the stress from before melt away.

Spencer, with deep regret, pulled away after a few moments, “We’ve got to get you to a hospital! We need an ultrasound to check on the baby!”

“I’m fine,” you tried to pull him back in.

He was swayed only for a brief second before pulling away again, “No more kisses until after you are all checked out. They’re too distracting.”

You wrapped your arm around Spencer’s shoulder and he helped you stand and walk out of the building.

An ambulance was waiting to take you to the hospital and you heard Hotch tell Spencer “we’ll talk later”.

“Spence, what does this mean?” you asked.

“What does what mean?”

The ultrasound had come back fine and you were all stitched up. The doctors were just running a few additional tests to make sure everything was in order before you were discharged.

“We’re having a kid, we’ve had sex multiple times, we just kissed. I’m confused and I don’t think it’s just my pregnancy brain,” you explained.

“Then let me make it clear,” Spencer stood from his seat and then got down on one knee.

“Spencer Walter Reid, don’t you even dare,” you warned.

“Hear me out,” Spencer defended, “You are the only person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I am so certain of that. I will never stop loving you. I’m fully committed to you, Y/N. I know you’re probably not ready for the question I’m in the position to ask right now…but just know, I’ll be waiting even if it’s forever.”

“I love you,” you cried, pulling him up by his tie to give him a kiss.

“And I love you,” Spencer replied.

His phone on the bedside table started buzzing and he looked over.

“Hotch,” he informed you, looking at the caller ID, “I’ll be right outside. Try to get some rest.”

Spencer gently shut the door behind him. Rather than closing your eyes, you watched him from the glass window, moving his hands about and messing with his hair as he talked to Hotch.

God, you loved that man so much.

You awoke in the hospital bed with Spencer’s head in your lap. You combed your fingers through his curls, never allowing yourself the luxury of this kind of intimacy until now.

Spencer lifted his head and yawned.

“I’m sorry, Spence. I didn’t mean to wake you,” you apologized.

“That was the best possible way to be woken up,” Spencer grinned, “And it’s good you did. You’re ready to be discharged.”

Spencer helped you out of bed and change into sweats and a t-shirt, no longer worrying about hiding your bump.

He insisted on pushing you down to the car in a wheelchair despite your protests but he persuaded you by promising to get you a milkshake on the way home.

“I’ve just got to stop at the BAU quickly,” Spencer said as he started the car.

“How’d the talk with Hotch go?” you asked.

“Long story short, Strauss heard I broke the rules and demanded I be punished so I’m suspended for two weeks. But, you are given two weeks off as recovery time for field injuries so it looks like you’re stuck with me,” Spencer smiled.

“Sounds more like a vacation than a suspension,” you chuckled.

“What did you say you needed again, Spence?” you asked as you stepped off the elevator to the BAU floor.

“Just some file,” he spoke.

“You’re suspended, what file could you possibly-”

“SURPRISE!” the lights to the bullpen flickered on, revealing a fully decorated room with the whole team.

“What’s all this?” you looked to Spencer.

“Your baby shower, of course!” Penelope replied, slinging a slash around you that read ‘Mom to be’.

“Aww, that’s so sweet, guys. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do all this,” you gushed.

“None of that!” Penelope hushed you, “Would have been sooner too if I was told,” she glared at Spencer.

“How is this solely my fault?!” Spencer asked.

“She’s carrying my godbaby,” Penelope pointed to your belly, “I couldn’t be mad at her if I tried.”

“Yeah me neither,” Spencer sighed and stared at you adoringly.

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a-writes3 · 3 years

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First time Part one.

Kelley o’hara x Reader.

Smut.

I was at camp for the uswnt rooming with Kelley, who i had been pretty close with. I’d be lying if i said my feelings towards the defender were completely platonic. She was absolutely gorgeous with an amazing personality what’s not to like. We were currently just talking about random things when relationships and sex came up for some reason.

“How many people have you slept with?” She asked which i was slightly taken aback. And embarassed.

“Ummmm, none?” I replied.

“Wait, You’re a virgin?”

I just nodded at her.

“That’s hard to believe i mean look at you.” She said, pretty shocked.

It went silent. I had noticed Kelley staring at me. I felt myself blush at this, my breathing becoming uneven. I slowly turned my head to look at her.

“Can i try something?” She asked. I nodded.

She leaned in and kissed me. Pretty hesitantly. She quickly pulled away, testing the waters with my reaction. When i didn’t freak out, on the outside at least, she leaned back in but with more confidence and passion. It got heated quickly, obviously about to go farther.

“Are you okay with this?” She asked. My heart melted at her caring demeanor in such a situation.

“Yes. I want this.”

She just smiled and continued to kiss me, her lips drifted to my jaw then my neck sucking slightly which caused me to softly moan. I felt her slightly smile against my skin at this reaction before she looked me in the eyes, placing her hands at the hem of my shirt.

“Can i take this off?”

I nodded my head. She pulled the fabric over my head taking my sports bra with it. She sat back for a second admiring my body. I felt myself getting embarassed at the attention so i moved my arms to cover my chest.

“Don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful.” She reassured me.

I moved my arms slowly. Kelley kissed me once again. Her lips left a trail of kisses from my lips to the middle of my stomach leaving a few marks on the way. She stopped right before my center taking the chance to look up.

“Are you absolutely sure about this?” She asked while moving up my body to look in my eyes.

“Yes, Kelley. One hundred percent sure. I trust you.”

“Okay, Just remember. We can stop or slow down whenever you want.”

“Got it. But one thing, I think you’re incredibly over dressed for the occasion.”

She laughed a little before taking her shirt off, not wearing a bra and taking her shorts off as well. I stared at her muscular form in awe.

“Hey, open your mouth anymore and flies will get in.” She teased. I rolled my eyes at the woman.

Her hands drifted to my shorts.

“Can i take these off?”

“Yes you can.”

She slowly pulled my shorts off with my underwear. She stared again, her eyes had a certain hunger in them. Before i knew it my hands were covering my face. Kelley giggled slightly before pulling them off my face.

“As cute as you are when you’re shy, I want to see you. You’re too beautiful to be covering up.”

She made her way back to my center which was embarrassingly wet at the moment but this made her even more hungry for it. After a few seconds her mouth made contact which caused a moan to erupt from me. Kelley’s hands were wrapped around my thighs. My legs positioned on top of her shoulders so she could be as close as possible. Small moans and whimpers were leaving my mouth getting louder by the second. My hands found it’s way into her hair pulling slightly which caused her to moan, sending vibrations onto my clit.

“Oh, kelley.”

The moaning of her name made her get more animalistic with her moves but still gentle. She slowly slid a finger into me causing my moans to get louder when she was sure i was comfortable she added another finger but removed her mouth entirely so she could come up and look me in my eyes. The eye contact made the moment so much more intimate. The pace of her fingers quickened, bringing me close to a release.

“Oh, Fuck.’ I whimper into her neck.

She the moment to whisper into my ear.

“You like that, hm?” I could almost hear the smirk in her voice. “God, you’re so pretty like this.”

She kissed my neck.

“Oh god. I’m so close.” I moaned.

“Cum for me, baby.” She whispered into my ear.

As if on cue, my body started shaking with pleasure. As i was at the apex of my release I couldn’t speak except for one phrase.

“Thank you, thank you.” I had repeated this over and over until i was finished with the orgasm.

The room filled with heavy breathing from the both of us. I couldn’t even think at this point. I was in pure ecstasy. When i seemed to calm down a little bit Kelley broke the silence.

“You’re welcome by the way.” She said with a cocky grin.

“Shut up.” I say with a smile.

Kelley then kissed my forehead before pulling me in to a cuddling position where we stayed for the rest of the night. Both of us eventually falling asleep.

#uswnt imagines #uswnt smut #uswnt x reader #kelley o'hara imagines #kelley o'hara x reader

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sweetwriter · 3 years

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My Queen

Sukuna x Reader (also named Akari)

A/N: 👋🏾 yo😛. I had this idea of sukuna reuniting with his queen. And uhh I think this is part 1. I might do a part 2 if you’d like. I really wanted to do this idea. And it’s been sitting in my notes on my phone for- months💀

Warnings: none

‘Sensei, Why do they constantly send us on missions when it’s dark? I can’t see’ Nobara whined. She is not wrong,the stars are evident. Man made light is almost nonnone existent, where they-Gojo Sensei, Megumi, Itadori, and Nobara-are positioned. The 3 teens and the teacher were told to find a certain cursed spirit that snatched the attention of the principal and the elders. The journey to Sukuna’s temple at night was not the best idea. And then, STOP. Gojo’s hand went up to stop the others, they halted. Everyone’s eyes were lookingwe looking around to catch a glimpse of the thing they were to be aware of. There it was-

He can sense it, Gojo knows that there is something there. “Hello, come out, I’d like to talk to you.” keeping his words light, he didn’t want to scare his students. Why should they be scared? He’s the strongest.

And that’s when he saw her. Her eyes, the smell of Camellia flowers from her hair. Everyone was taken aback, was this the cursed spirit? Or was it a strange womanwomen wandering in darkness by Ryomen Sukuna’s temple late at night? The 3 students looked at each other and nodded, “good looking cursed spirit” Yuji whispered to himself.

“Who are you exactly?” Gojo questioned the spirit. She had a soft smile. Staring back to the blind folded man, “Akari. That’s my name.” She said softly, “I do not want to hurt any of you. I know saying that won’t change much, but harming you is not my intention, I’m just wandering, looking for my husband.” Gojo was curious about this one—a cursed spirit that didn’t want to harm anyone- that’s a new one. His muscles tensed slightly. His fight or flight is on. She'sShes oozing with strong cursed energy. An incredibly strong being, indeed. He doesn’t trust her, not even a little bit. Curses spend their every foul breath to hurt, harm, manipulate, and destroy. That is their nature.

“Whowho is your husband?“ Megumi interrogated.

Akari POV

You contemplated tellingcontemplated on telling This white haired man and the children. It’s not a very good idea, especially with the name your cocky ass husband gave himself. Just waking up from a nap and trying to fight don’t work well together. You re-tried to think of a plan, honestly you didn’t want to fight ( I mean you did just wake up from aup a 1,000 year nap, being groggy is a given). And explaining who your husband was, everyone would know she’s the ‘Queen of all Curses’, and then the lovely bunch would definitely exercise you :). Either or, this is going to end up being a brawl that Sukuna would love.

“If I told you, you would cause a fuss and I’d never-“ you stopped your sentence, your pupils blew, taking in a deep breath. his presence. You can feel him and sense his energy.

“Where is he?” The rubatosis, waited thousands of years for his voice, his smirk, the look he gave you.

“I have many gifts, but I am not a mind reader? Where is who?” Ryomen Sukuna, where my husband isis my husband ” dumbfounded. Everyone stopped thinking (*windows computer shuts down)

“No, Sukuna loves no know one, no thing. “ Gojo tried to figure out what’s going on.

“Exactly my thoughts as well beforehandbefore hand. But he is my love, and I wish to see him, I know he is here.”

“ItThat is not possible he is not here.” You gave him a knowing smile, taking a few steps towards him.

“Gojo Satoru, you should know better than to lie to an old cursed spirit, especiallyespecally strong ones.” You finished saying, looking over at the three first years.

‘I neveri never told you my name.’

‘It’s impossible to not know the famous Gojo Satoru, in the world of cursed users, spirits and jujustu sorcerersorceres. Known to be the strongest,

Blah blah blah “ rolling your eyes. Gojo watched your eyes, looking for something, a lie, a joke, anything. But he had to test this out- see if it’s true or not. Gojo turned his headit head half way to Yuji, to keep an eye on you. He sighed.

“Alright, Yuji-kun, switch out with Sukuna.”

“I don’t think that is a good idea, . Sensei” MegumiSensei” megumi chimed in.

“It’s ok, I’m here, and I’m the strongest.’ Giving his signature smile of reassurance, but in all honesty, he too thought this was a stupid idea. That smile was hiding some agitation. Gojo also knew, if it were possible, thatpossible that this could be good for keeping Sukuna at bay. Until they, yk, exercise him. Sukuna isn’t at full strength. The power of Sukuna at the moment is nowhereno where near his ultimate power, but he has no idea about Akari and the power that you have.

The black tattoo marks began to arise from the skin. And when he opened his eyes, Sukuna opened his eyes to the woman in front of him. The one who’s feet he worshipped.

Sukuna stalking over to the cursed spirit. He stopped. Everyone was waitingEveryone waiting to see what his next move would be. He got on one knee, and bowed his head in the most submissive position, showing how much power you havehas over the King of Curses.

“My king, it'sits been too long.” You went on your knees and pressed your head onto his. To be frank, they were distraught. KIng of all curses, the myth, themyth the legend, cockier than the word cocky itself, put himself in a submissive position? If that wasn’t the queen of all curses i don'tdont know what would be if imma be honest.

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fandom-of-pulp-dogs · 3 years

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Hi!! I really love your hcs and all your content💖💖 i was wondering if you could write an hc or sum about mr blonde finding out his girl is pregnant, like how it would be the whole pregnancy🥺 idk even he's a bit psychopath i think it could be really cute tho lol

YEEEAAAAHHHHH

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WARNINGS: ummmm pregnancy? assumed not safe sex lmao and cussing <3

PAIRINGS: Mr. Blonde X Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 758

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Alright I feel like Mr. Blonde would be like actually really composed and honestly a really good dad

He would take the news fairly well but then he would go to Eddie and panic a little-

“Love, can you come in here?” Vic had just gotten home and heard your voice from your shared bathroom. “What’s up babycakes?” Vic walked in and saw you standing in front of the mirror. Eye makeup smudged, tear-stained cheeks, clad in just one of his shirts and your panties.

“Oh honey, what’s the matter? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?” he swooped his and gave you one of his famous bear hugs. ‘Apparently, he hasn’t noticed the tests’ you thought to yourself.

“Oh no no everything’s fine, hopefully. I just- I have something to tell you.” He stood back looking into your eyes, hands stroking your arms. “I’m Pregnant.” Your eyes traveled to the sink, and his followed. There laid 3 pregnancy tests, all positive. He knew you had been sick but you both just assumed it was a virus.

“Baby…”

“Yes I’m having one”

you smiled meekly at your weak joke. His eyes met yours and you’ve never seen him look more delighted. Vic broke out into a wide, award-winning smile and he kissed you with the most love you could ever feel. “So you’re happy?”

“Of course I am! We should probably make a doctor’s appointment soon, but until then I need to go tell Eddie, Will you be okay by yourself for just a little bit?”

“Of course!” You kissed his cheek gingerly, “Tell Eddie he’s gonna be a great Uncle!”

Vic drove to Eddies as fast as he could. The doors to the Cabots home slam open, “Y/N’s pregnant.” Vic paces the foyer as Eddie looks at him from the staircase he was descending,

“What the fuck?” Eddie stops Vic by the shoulders and looks him in the eyes. “What the fuck? You knocked Y/N up??” Eddie looked bewildered and Vic just had it hit him.

“Oh my god Y/Ns having a baby, I’M having a baby???”

Eddie laughed. “Don’t laugh! What the fuck am I gonna do I’m a criminal?? What if I go back to prison-” “Vic shut the hell up. I don’t think I’ve heard you panic before but trust me it’s gonna be fine. Me and Daddy will make sure you won’t go back to the slammer and you have a wonderful woman who is perfect to be a mother and trust me you will make a perfect father.” as Eddie spoke Vic calmed down and realized that most everything was gonna be fine.

Though Victor deep down knew everything was fine, that didn’t stop anxiety from planting its seeds into his mind.

He’s very cautious like SUPER cautious

“Does this mean we can’t fuck anymore? Ow- Baby why did you hit me?”

You try your best not to be annoyed because you really do know that these questions are coming from a place of love, care, and small fear, but sometimes you can’t help but want to rip your hair out.

He can’t cook (Okay he can but it’s only like 5 meals so I don’t count that as being able to cook lmao) But he tries his best because he wants to take care of you

He wouldn’t care whether you got married before the baby or if you just did it in your own time. (He secretly hopes it’s soon because he knows he loves you and he really just wants to say “Hey, That’s my wife!”)

Ngl I feel like this kinky shit would love seeing you pregnant, and if you are extra horny due to being pregnant then he is always willing to help <3

If you go on missions with him and the dogs then he will make you stop as soon as you both find out like no way are you gonna be put in danger like that while carrying y’alls precious child

I feel like He’s equally as bad at doing chores as he is at cooking but he still tries his best so you don’t have to do things like laundry and cleaning and stuff

CUDDLES GALORE

I swear to GOD this mans gets 10 times better at cuddling when you get pregnant

He really doesn’t care if its a boy or girl but I feel like if they were a girl he would pray to any and all gods that they would be as beautiful as you <3

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#mr blonde is daddy but literally #mr blonde x reader #mr blonde #reservoir dogs #reservoir dogs x reader #pregnant reader #quentin tarantino #michael madsen

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ihearthes · 3 years

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Golden Rod

(inspired by Golden MV)

Author: @ihearthes Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (2nd person) Rating: Smut (18+ only) Word Count: 2829

“Thanks for the ride, Ryan!” you call, waving at Lambert’s assistant as he drives away to the garages on the Vesta. “Ciao!”

Excited to show Harry your new lingerie, you enter the villa where the team has been staying. “Is he done for the day, Ben?” The words are muffled behind the cloth mask you’ve insisted is essential despite the drop in Italy’s coronavirus cases.

The Fulwell 73 producer points upstairs without a word before bending over the video footage he’s scouring with the director. The opulent surroundings have been modernized, and you grin while mounting the stairs to the top floor where the master suite consumes the entire space. From the expansive open windows, you view the Tyrrhenian Sea, causing you to literally pinch yourself. How had life blessed you in such a way? Giddy, you continue up the stone steps.

Kicking off your sandals, you curl your toes into the cool, smooth tile. Fuck. This had been the perfect day. Swimming in the infinity pool during the morning with endless fresh fruits at your fingertips whenever you stepped out of the water to feel the warm sun on your skin. A socially distanced lunch of Insalata Di Mare Campanese (Seafood Salad) with Molly in a local restaurant. A trip to the stores with the adorable stylist Ryan -- where he’d introduced you to a new designer of gloriously sexy lingerie!

You’d bought four pieces.

Harry was going to love all of them, and you couldn’t wait to showcase them in your own private fashion show on the secure top floor of the Italian villa.

Stopping in the marbled bathroom, you draw in a deep breath at the chill on your heated feet. Quickly, you wash your hands, singing “Happy Birthday” twice like you’d been taught to ensure 20 seconds has elapsed. No way were you going to be responsible for inadvertently passing along the virus to your boyfriend during the Golden music video shoot. He’d end up missing out on filming the music video and the upcoming Don’t Worry Darling if he tested positive. Carefully removing your mask, you toss it into the laundry hamper before washing your hands a second time.

Tiptoeing out of the bath, you wonder where the man of the hour might be. Napping? Nope. Not in the bed. On the loggia, you spy Harry settled in a chair, staring into space.

“Can’t blame you, Styles. That’s one hell of a view.” Gazing over the colorful boats moored in the sea near the coast, your eyes feast on the sky with its tints of reds, pinks, yellows, and oranges as the sun begins to sink into the water. Honestly, you expect to hear a sizzle as the bright ball of gases descends into the blue serenity of the sea.

“Indeed.” His quiet voice doesn’t sound normal for Harry, and you approach slowly, like one might a wounded deer. Wouldn’t want to frighten him away.

“Harry!” The gasp leaves your throat, and you press your hand to your mouth to capture the sound too late as it has already escaped. “What the hell happened to your knee?”

He shrugs, finally glancing in your direction. “Skinned it. Hi, love. Did you have a good day?”

“I had a beautiful day, but what the fuck did you do to your knee?” Crouching down, you examine the spot where blood is flowing. It’s not an overwhelming amount, but enough that you want to clean it. “My poor baby,” you coo, “Let me clean that for you.”

Rising, you glide to the bathroom again.

“Bring some ice too, love,” he requests, tacking on a “please” at the last minute.

Stopping in the suite’s tiny kitchen, you search the small freezer for ice as requested. Ransacking the cabinets in the bathroom, you manage to locate cotton balls, an antiseptic, and a bandage. Returning to Harry, you kneel at his feet. “This might sting a bit.” Cautiously, you cover the cotton ball with the antiseptic and press it to his wound.

He winces, but the only sound he releases is a mild hiss.

“Sorry, baby.”

“It’s not a big deal, love.”

As the blood vanishes with its absorption into the cotton ball, you agree with him. The wound is relatively minor. Should form a scab in the next day or so. Carefully, you remove the adhesive from the bandage and press it over the small scratch.

“Don’t worry, darling,” you tease, “you’ll heal soon enough.”

“Gonna run that one into the ground, aren’t you?” he jokes.

“Might as well,” your shrug, grinning. “Don’t worry, H. You’re so golden.” His smile gives away his mirth at the pun. “Soon enough, you’ll be done filming, and moving on to something else. And I’ll give you hell about whatever the next thing is too.”

“I’d expect nothing less,” he confesses with intense eye contact, and your insides start to flutter.

As an afterthought, you hold up a bag of frozen peas. “No ice, H. I’m so American that I forgot Europeans don’t do much ice. Will this do?”

“Sure.” Grabbing the bag of peas, he smirks before placing it on his crotch.

You raise an eyebrow. “Your dick needs ice?”

His eyes rake over you. “Kind of went running without an athletic supporter today.”

Planting your hands on your hips, you glare at him. “Why would you damage the goods like that?”

Raising his shoulders, he grins, “The fans will love it.”

Your lower lip juts out as you pout at him. “Does that mean it’s off limits to me?”

“It’s sore, love. Not broken.” Harry emphasizes, but that doesn’t make you feel any better.

“But I’ve got lingerie,” you state clearly.

He sits up quickly, shifting the bag of frozen peas on his crotch. “You do?”

“Yep.” You allow the ‘P’ to pop. “Ryan introduced me to a new designer. I bought four sets.”

“Fuck,” he breathes.

“Not with your dick wounded,” you remind him with a tiny hitch in your breathy voice.

“Fuck,” he repeats.

“Should I model the first one or wait until tomorrow?” You’re definitely pushing the envelope here, yet how dare he give fans priority to his most precious bits?!

Eyes darkening, he sweeps his gaze over your light trousers and loose shirt. “Ummmm...now please.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t want you to hurt your dick more.”

The exasperated roll of his eyes makes you smile. “I wanna see, love.”

Examining him, you come to the conclusion that he’s an adult and knows what he wants. With a nod, you grasp the handle of the bag from the designer. “Be right back!” Hurrying to the bedroom, you set the bag down before rummaging in it for the most sedate look: a white lacy baby doll bit that hits mid-thigh and comes with a long peignoir. Putting on frilly high heeled slipper with it, you strut in front of him with the robe tightly covering your body, watching as his eyes darken.

“Like this one?”

“Shit, love. It’s…”

When you part the edges to reveal the concoction underneath, Harry has to catch his breath, shifting in the seat as he adjusts the frozen peas.

“Hot?” you taunt.

“Mhm. Come here, and check my temperature.” His voice is throaty, and you recognize the signs quite easily.

“Nope. Three more to go before I get within touching distance, H. Sorry.”

“Dammit,” He mockingly shakes his head. “You know I could easily see all of them on separate nights. Let’s just start with this one.”

Purposely, you push your lip out in a pout. “But then the other lingerie would get jealous, and Ryan went to a lot of effort to get me a private viewing. After all, this stuff isn’t available to the general public.”

“No?” He sighs, and you catch the hitch in his comment. “Bring on the second one then.”

Confidently, you swagger from the room. With shaky hands, you withdraw the bright red lace camisole and boy short. Is this the appropriate one to wear next? The red might just push him over the edge. Best to stay out of his reach then. Smirking, you pull the outfit on and waltz onto the balcony with a twirl, your hair on pointe as its curls bounced with you.

“Holy fuck. That’s the second one?” His strangled cry makes you laugh in joy.

“How’s that cock feeling now?” you gesture in the direction of his crotch.

“The peas have melted I believe.”

“Mhm. Maybe you should go get something else from the freezer then.”

“Nah. I’d rather you come get this bag for me. I might be too injured to walk inside.”

“Oh, you’re so funny. I know this game. I get close to you, and the other two lingerie outfits never see the light of day. Nope. You want more frozen food for your genitals, you can get it yourself.” Laughing, you smack your rounded ass as you amble into the bedroom again.

“Fuck!” Harry yells behind you.

The dialogue combined with the strutting has your pussy feeling damp as the waves of arousal rush over you. Sure you’d fucked last night, but today was a new day, and you wanted to feel that dick inside you -- regardless of the damage he did by jogging in the city for the video.

The third one is pink -- and you’re well aware from experience how much Harry loves pink. The baby doll dress is silk and lands just at the top of your thighs with a black lace bodice that laces in the middle. Kind of laces anyway. Plenty of boob still visible. Or barely hidden. Whichever you prefer.

“Oh my god. You’re killing me!” Harry whines as you parade just out of his reach. When he starts to rise, you shake a finger at him.

“No, no, H. You need to recuperate from running today. Better stay seated.”

He chokes as you twist around to show him all sides, including the g-string with its bare backside.

“You’re evil!” he calls as you dance back into the bedroom.

This is the final one, and you prepare carefully. It takes extra time to put on, and you smile as you observe your image in the room’s mirror. Deftly, you slip a couple of condoms in the bodice of the bralette.

You find a playlist of romantic Italian music and set it to play on the Bluetooth speaker in the bedroom, ensuring the volume is high enough to be heard on the loggia.

Harry gasps the moment he sees you. “You’re not wearing anything under that!”

Playfully you glance down at the last lingerie set. “Oh, damn. I guess when I put the garter skirt and stockings on, I must have forgotten the panties. Forgive me?”

His head bobs up and down as he gulps.

“Now,” you murmur, approaching him. Grasping a pillow from a nearby chair, you plop it on the floor in front of him, settling on your knees there. “I think the best thing is if I take a look at this dick to make sure you didn’t do too much damage.”

Removing the no-longer-frozen peas, you toss the bag to the side. No one will be eating those. Ever. Silently, Harry waits while you carefully peel down the top of his elasticized shorts and remove his cock. You have to catch your breath every time you get to glimpse it, and today is no exception.

Your mouth waters, and you lick your lips as you hold his rigid length in your hand, your eyes flickering up to his where he’s staring intently at you. Maintaining eye contact, you run your tongue over the tip of his cock, paying extra attention to the slit there.

“Mmmm,” you murmur. “The tip seems to be okay. Let me check the length.”

Using your saliva as lubrication, you run your hands down his shaft to his balls. “Doesn’t appear to be broken,” you smirk, “In fact, seems pretty solid and firm to me.”

Harry raises an eyebrow, “Might want to apply some suction there, love, just in case.”

You don’t really care what he means by that last phrase. You’re more than happy to test out the equipment to ensure that it’s in full working order. Spreading his legs more firmly, you lean in, sliding his entire dick into your mouth until the tip hits the back of your throat. Harry grasps the hair at the back of your hand, bunching it in his hand as he guides you along his length. You hear him sigh, and you’re confident he’s tilted his head back and closed his eyes, but when you glance at him, you find that his eyes are still on your lips.

Fuck. It turns you on even more, and you can feel your pussy dripping onto the pillow. You make a mental note to remove the cover and wash it before leaving the villa.

As your lips glide along him, you’re frustrated at not having full access to him. As you apply suction to his tip, you pop off him with an audible sound. Both of your hands reach for the waistband of his shorts, and you gently encourage him -- “Lift your bum, H” -- so you can fully remove the garment, throwing it over your shoulder and hoping it doesn’t sail into the pool below. Harry smiles, adjusting his stance into the biggest man spread you’ve ever seen.

Before you return to your ministrations on his cock, you grasps your chin, drawing your face forward and upwards until he can lock lips with you.

“Not much longer, love, or I’ll explode.”

“I don’t mind,” you purr.

“Mhm. But if we’re fully going to test the equipment, then that should include more than a bj.”

“Ah, I see,” you grin. “But of course. We want to be thorough.”

First, though, you are compelled to play with his balls, so you take him into your mouth again, adding one hand to his length while the fingers on the other play with the balls underneath. Fuck. You could do this all day. Breathing through your nose, you deepthroat him and suck for a solid ten seconds before you release him completely.

With a grin, you stand, kicking aside the pillow. “Hmmmmm...trying to decide the best way to do this.” Your voice has a catch in it, and you wipe your mouth before bending over and capturing his lips in a searing kiss. Tongue darting forward, you taste him, allowing him to suckle your tongue briefly.

As you come up for air, Harry moves his legs together while slipping his hand between yours and nudging your legs apart. With one finger he teases your clit, flicking it from side to side as he watches your face and eases another digit inside you. Oh hell. This feels…

“Fuck, H.”

“You’re so tight, baby. Come sit here. Let’s test out the equipment. Make sure everything works properly.”

At his invitation, you step forward as he shifts his bum down on the chair a bit.

“Shit. I forgot…”

With his words, you remove the first condom from your bralette where it has conveniently been nuzzling your nipple, the hard corner of the foil packet hardening your nip.

Grasping his dick, he uses the tip to slap at your pussy a few times before using your internal juices to lubricate himself. Your eyes roll back into your head as the two of you work together so you can slide onto him without any additional moments wasted.

When you’re fully seated on his dick, you grind just for a moment.

“Hmmmm...seems sturdy enough,” you pant.

“Oh, you’re so funny,” he drawls, but his eyes roll back in his head when you glide along his length, your stockinged thighs surrounded by his large hands. “Fuck, love.”

“Working on it,” you laugh breathlessly as the rhythm becomes easier. His hands move to your arse as he assists you in riding him.

Draping your arms over his shoulders, you shake your tits in his face, and he grins as he bends his head to press a kiss at the juncture of your boobs.

As your climax begins to arrive, your movements become less steady and more sporadic. Harry, knowing you as he does, reaches between your bodies to tease your clit as you throw your head back and cry out two thrusts before his seed spurts into the condom and his eyes roll back into his head. Spent, you collapse on his chest, still joined.

“I think,” you whisper as you kiss his neck while playing with the curls at the nape of your neck, “we can agree that the equipment still works just fine. No damage here.” Picking up your head, you glare at him. “But no more, H! What’s mine is mine. The fans get enough of you.”

He laughs as his arms surround you, and he buries his head in your shoulder.

“Of course, love. Whatever you say.”

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Office Neighbors - Part Three

a/n: didn’t think I’d get the third part out so soon, but here we are! enjoy! (also reblogs/feedback is super helpful) not proofread

warnings: fluff and smut

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Harry couldn’t stop thinking about you and the night you just had. His heart was fluttering, and he had butterflies in his stomach. He liked you, and you liked him. This was reciprocated, and it felt great. He couldn’t wait for the chance to kiss you again. Your lips on his was something he didn’t realize he was so desperately craving. He had a taste, and now he wanted more. You wanted to go on a date with him, a real date. Not just a drunken night at the pub between friends.

He couldn’t shut his brain off. He was trying to think of something else he could do with you that would be fun. He didn’t want to just take you on another hike, you’ve done that with him already.

“The cabin!”

He could easily take you on a day trip up to his cabin. It was beautiful this time of year, and he also had lake property. He usually took Andy there for a good chunk of the summer anyways. You could get up early, drive there, and then have a nice relaxing day in the sun. Then he could take you to one of the nice seafood places in town. It would be perfect. Not to mention, he remembered you mentioning that you love the beach. Feeling at ease about a plan, he’s able to drift off.

“Wow, calling the next day, you’re not messing around.” You chuckle. Harry called you around noon.

“What can I say, I’m a stand up guy.” You could hear him smirking through the phone. “The weather’s supposed to be nice out Thursday, I was wondering if you had plans?”

“I don’t think so…”

“How would you like to come up to my cabin with me?”

“You’re, like, super into getting me stay overnight with you, huh?”

“No! It would just be for the day. It’s got its own private lake access…got our own bathroom, know how much you like that.”

“You’ve come to know me very well this last year.” You smile. “Sure, I think a day at the beach would be great.”

“And then I was thinking we could go out to dinner after. You’re welcome to use one of the showers and all that if you wanna change.”

“Okay, looks like I’ll be packing quite a bit. It sounds great, Harry.”

“Great! It’s about an hour north from here. I could pick you up around eight if that works for you.”

“That definitely works for me.”

“Cool.” He smiles. “I…I’m looking forward to it.”

“Me too.”

Harry really was very sweet. You were excited that he wanted to spend an entire day and evening with you. You already had been out together so many times, so nothing would feel too awkward. The thought of him kissing you again also didn’t sound too bad.

The two of you text on and off in between then and Thursday. You both had work you needed to get done, after all. You couldn’t help but bite your lip every time his name popped up on your screen, and he couldn’t help the butterflies that soared through his stomach every time he saw yours.

Andy: you’re taking her to the cabin?!

Dad: just for a day at the beach and some good food, that’s all

Andy: so you’re dating???

Dad: I don’t know what we’re doing…we like each other, that’s about all I know

Andy: well figure it out!

Dad: I’m trying!

Andy: tell her I say hi

Dad: I will, love you!

Andy: love you too!

Harry chuckles as he texts with Andy. He didn’t want to give him too much detail about what exactly went down with the kiss, but he was keeping him up to date on other things.

When Thursday morning rolls around you’re an absolute mess. You can’t decide what bathing suit to wear. Two piece tankini? Two piece bikini? A one piece? You groan loudly to yourself. He had seen you in less, sort of, but you wanted to keep things modest, so you go with a cute one piece, and that’s that. It was black on the top, and had a flamingos and greenery on the bottom. You throw on your cover up, and put your hair up in a sleek ponytail. You pack the sundress you’re going to wear to dinner, and anything you may need for a shower. You hear your buzzer and head down.

“Hey Ha-mph!”

Before you could finish your sentence, you were backed up against the door of your building, with his lips slotted over yours.

“Morning.” He says against your lip before kissing your cheek. He grabs your bag and puts it in the trunk, then opens the door for you.

“Th…thank you.” You clear your throat as you buckle your seat. Is this how Harry was while in a relationship? Breathless, passionate kisses hello?

“It’s gonna be a beautiful day, and the lake water should be warm enough to swim in.” He says as he pulls onto the street.

“I’m surprised you don’t spend the whole summer there.”

“Andy and I will go for, like, three weeks usually in the summer. That’s where we stay when we go skiing too.”

“When did you buy it?”

“Ummmm.” He puckers his lips as thinks. “When I officially got offered the tenured position a few years ago. Started making more money, and I got it for a steal. Took some time to fix it up bit by bit. It’s great for when my family visits too. But, even before I got it, I used to rent a place in the winter for Andy so I could take him skiing.”

“God, you’re such a good dad, Harry.”

“I try to be…I…I mean, I didn’t get to be around as much as I wanted when he was really little because I was working so much. He doesn’t really remember it, but it sucked. I always felt guilty, Paige was overworked, I’m lucky she doesn’t hate me, honestly.”

“It’s hard to believe with how…close you two are.”

“It took us a long time to get like that, believe me. I know it doesn’t seem like it because we’re so nice to each other, but we used to fight all the time. We were trying to make things work for him, and then we ended it, but then we…I don’t know…we’d come back to each other every so often, but then we both realized we couldn’t do that because Andy was getting older. It would be too confusing for him.”

“And Noah was the first guy she dated after you?”

“The first serious guy, yeah. She had been on other dates. Noah was the first guy she felt comfortable introducing to Andy, and to me, for that matter.”

“And…I mean…did you ever date?”

“Little soon to be having that conversation, don’t you think?” He teases you.

“Harry, I literally told you the other night about hooking up with someone.”

“And I’d like to forget.” He rolls his eyes.

“Aww…” You poke his cheek. “Don’t be jealous, I wanted you, remember?”

“Yeah.” He smiles at you. “I dated here and there, but I was honestly too busy to give time to a relationship. I wanted to spend my free time with Andy. I mean, when I was a little younger I’d go out to the bars and I’d bring a girl home with me if it was a weekend he wasn’t with me…but I stopped.”

“How come?”

“Uhhh, I…may or may not have almost hooked up with a student.” He hears you gasp. “It’s not what you think, she was, like, twenty-two, I thought she was a grad-student, but she wasn’t, and I found out before anything serious happened. I stopped going to certain bars after that and sorted out my priorities.” He shrugs.

“I get it…I mean…I’ll admit, I hooked up with a professor before.”

“You what?!”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I was in grad school…we were both working late…it just sort of happened.”

“I can’t believe someone would take advantage of you like that.”

“But he didn’t, I wanted to.”

“How much older was?”

“I don’t know, like fifteen years maybe?”

“See, that’s manipulation right there. No guy that much older should be pursuing someone so much younger, it’s not right. Imagine how many other people there were.”

“Gee, thanks.” You scoff.

“I’m not saying you’re not special…because you are, but-“

“You think I’m special?”

“I wouldn’t be taking you up to my cabin if I didn’t think you were.”

“Oh.” You smile and put your hand over his. You hold hands for the rest of the drive.

Harry gives you a tour of the house once you’re inside. He shows you what shower you’ll be able to use later, and you put your things down. You both head out and walk down to the small beach and set up your chairs and towels. You take your cover up off and start spraying your sunscreen.

“That’s, uh, you’re suit is really pretty, Y/N.”

“Oh!” You turn around. “Thanks.” You smile. You watch as he takes his shirt off. “Do you want me to spray you?”

“That would be great, thanks.”

You nod and get the sunscreen on him his chest and back. You both sit down and look out towards the water.

“It’s beautiful here.” You say.

“Yeah, not too much to complain about.”

“No waves though…”

“Sometimes there are when the boats go by.” He grabs a book out of his bag. “You don’t mind if I read do you?”

“Not at all! I brought some things to read too.”

He smiles at you and gets settled. He looks at you when he hears the click of a pen.

“Why are you working?”

“This is just what I felt like reading. I really like learning and doing research.”

“Don’t we all?” He smirks. “Wouldn’t be very good faculty members if we didn’t.”

“Very true.” You grin. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“How come you kissed me like that this morning?”

“Because I wanted to.” He looks at you. “You didn’t like it?”

“No, I did…I was just surprised. You’re such a mellow guy, I-“

“I can get a little excited sometimes. Just let me know if it ever bothers you.”

“I will.”

You both smile at each other and then get back to your reading. After an hour or so, you get up to stretch.

“Wanna test the water?” He asks.

“Yeah.”

He gets up and takes his glasses off, and then carefully takes your hand in his as you walk down to the water. You happily intertwine your fingers with his. You were shocked at how warm the water was, but you welcome it. You don’t realize that Harry’s let go of your hand until you hear the splash he makes as he dives in. You giggle when he comes back up, floating on his back.

“Feels amazing!”

You wade in deeper and swim towards him.

“Yeah, it does. This is perfect, Har, thanks.”

“We can do this whenever you want. I like coming here to work. It’s peaceful, gets me out of town for a bit.”

“Might have to take you up on that.”

You both swim for a while and get out when you start getting pruney. Harry grabs a fresh towel that isn’t laying on the sand to wrap around you, rubbing at your arms and shoulders.

“Are you getting hungry?” He asks. “I made cucumber sandwiches.”

“You’re always making food for me, it’s so sweet.” You press your forehead to his chest and he hugs you close.

“I like taking care of people, wouldn’t mind adding you to the list.” This makes you look up at him. His eyes never looked so beautiful, you think.

“Cucumber sandwiches sound great.”

He kisses your forehead before letting you go. He pops the cooler open and hands you a sandwich. You both sit on the large towel he had put out onto the sand. You guzzle some water down as well.

“Where are we going for dinner later?”

“There’s this nice, yet casual seafood place I thought you might like. Outdoor dining and all that.”

“Oh, that does sound nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

After a quick shower, you put on your simple blue sundress, and meet Harry in the kitchen. His smile grows when he sees you. He gets everything into the car, as you’ll be driving back after dinner. Your eyes light up when you see the restaurant. It was right on the water, and you’d get a beautiful view of the sunset.

You’re seated outside, and you both decide on some sparkling water with lemon for a drink. You order some broiled scallops, and harry goes for some baked haddock. You each snag a roll and butter them up.

“Mm! Is this maple butter?” You ask.

“Yeah! Isn’t it good? I never had anything like it before I came here.”

“It’s delicious. I love when restaurants have flavored butter, makes me think things are more homemade.”

“Same here!”

Your food gets brought out, and it’s absolutely amazing. You couldn’t remember the last time you had scallops so good.

“If you ever come with me to Boston I can take you to this great seafood place I know. It’s near the north end.”

“I’ve been to that area before, I went to an Italian place though.”

“There’s too many good places to eat, it’s a good problem to have.”

You both suck on mints and hold hands at the table as you watch the sun start to go down. He takes your rand and raises it to his lips a couple of times. Harry pays for the meal, even though you told him you could split it. He looked at you like you were crazy, and it made you laugh.

“This was a really great day, thanks again.”

“I really like spending time with you, Y/N.”

“I like spending time with you too.”

You hold hands the entire drive home, and everything about it just feels right. You chat here and there, but mostly you have a comfortable silence as music plays softly in the background. You both were a little tired from being in the sun for most of the day. Harry starts to feel a little nervous when he pulls up to your building. He wasn’t sure if the night was necessarily over or not. He unbuckles his seat when you do and you look at each other. He reaches forward and tucks some loose hair behind your ear. His gaze was burning into you. You felt a little like a teenager, sitting in a boy’s car, waiting for your kiss goodnight. It was cute.

He caresses your cheek, and slides it cautiously to the back of your neck to pull you forward. You lean in, as awkward as the positioning is with the console in the way, and his lips press to yours. Your eyes flutter closed at the contact, and you can slightly taste the mint that he had been sucking on earlier. His tongue swipe across your bottom lip, and you open up for him. At first he just gently bites down on your bottom lip, sucking on it with care. You moan softly, and you feel his smile grow as he kisses you. He licks into your mouth, and you mold your tongue to his. You reach a hand forward to cup his jaw, and his other hand goes to your back so he can pull you a little closer. The windows of the car were starting to fog up, and as you look up at him you noticed his glasses were too, and this makes you giggle.

“What is it?” He chuckles, knowing full well that his glasses fogged up.

“It’s a little steamy in here.” You pull them off his face and he takes them from you. He grabs the case he keeps in the console and puts them away.

He cups your jaw with both of his hands and he brings his lips back to yours. Your hands tug at his shirt. You wanted his body on yours, you wanted to feel his full weight on you. You were both adults, you’ve known him almost a year, just ask him the fuck inside!

“H-Harry?” You say against his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Do you…um…wanna come up?”

“I do…but…”

“But what?” You caress his cheek and rub your thumb over his cheekbone.

“I just, I don’t know, I don’t wanna rush anything…and I feel like if I go up there with you, we’re going to rush into something.”

He was right. Even though you just wanted to make out a little easier, something a little more serious could happen, and you wanted to take things slow with him to make sure this really was a good choice for the two of you.

“It’s really more me, I don’t trust myself.” He continues. “You’re so fucking beautiful and perfect, and you drive me crazy in the best possible way.” He presses his forehead to yours.

“Christ.” You breathe. “Okay.” You look at him. “Call it a night then, yeah?”

“Yeah…but I’ll walk you to your door.”

“Okay.”

He turns the car off and jogs around the other side to open your door. He walks you up and you look at him. You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him again. Just like this morning, he back you up against the door, and this time he presses his body to yours. The warmth you had been craving you were finally getting a taste of. His hands on your grip you tightly. When you press your hips forward to his he backs away and kisses the corner of your mouth, a slight whine leaving your lips. The noise you make feeds right into his inner narcissist, and he can’t help but grin as he steps further away from you.

“So, when would you like to get together next?”

“Definitely before the conference.” You breathe. “Maybe we could get together for a movie?”

“I’d like that.” He smiles. “Saturday night?”

“Saturday night.” You nod. He steps forward just to give you a peck on the cheek, and he turns to go to his car.

You take a deep breath and head up to your apartment. He was a good kisser, like, a really good kisser. You could kick yourself for not opening your eyes up to this sooner, to him sooner.

“Dad!” Andy sprints out of the front door of Paige’s home on Friday afternoon.

Noah had invited Harry over for a boat ride with him, Andy, and Rachel, and Harry was missing Andy terribly so he didn’t turn it down.

“Hey, buddy.” Harry and Andy share a nice hug before going back inside.

“Hey, H.” Noah says, shaking Harry’s hand. “Glad you could make it.”

“Yeah, hi, thanks for the invite. Definitely nice to get out of the house for a bit. I was a little lazy this morning.”

“Must be nice to have the summer off, yeah?”

“Well…I mean, I’m still working, writing and all that, getting my classes prepared. It’s nice not being in my stuffy office though.” He chuckles.

“Hi, Uncle Harry!” Rachel gives Harry a hug.

“Hi, sweetheart, enjoying summer so far?”

“Mhm!”

Everyone heads out to the boat, and Noah fires it up so they can get going. It was a beautiful day out. Harry thinks you’d love it, being out on the open water. Maybe sometime he’d be able to bring you along for something like this. Andy plops down next to Harry and he grins at him.

“What’s that look for?”

“How was the cabin with Y/N?”

“Oh geez.” Harry rolls his eyes. “We sat outside, caught some sun, and then we went to dinner. It was a lovely time.”

“She had fun?”

“A lot.”

“That’s good.” They look at each other for a moment. “Did you kiss her?”

“Andy…”

“Just answer the question, Uncle Harry!”

“Yeah, Uncle Harry!” Noah chimes in and Harry groans.

“Yes, we’ve kissed, okay? A few times.”

“What?! When was the first time?!” Andy asks, almost offended his father didn’t give him the juicy details yet.

“When she came by with the pizza…we kissed, and then we kissed again yesterday. It was nice.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just didn’t want to get your hopes up…mine either I suppose. I don’t want to get too ahead of myself in case it doesn’t work out with her.”

“Why wouldn’t it work out?” Rachel asks. “You’re really funny, girls like boys that are funny.”

“Is that so?” Harry raises an eyebrow at her.

“Who taught you that?” Noah asks. “Better not be any boys in school making you laugh.”

“Go back to the original question, why wouldn’t it work out?” Andy asks.

“I don’t know.” Harry shrugs. “It’s all a part of the beginning stages of dating, I guess. You go out so you can see if you’re a good fit, and you keep going out to make sure it works, that’s all.”

“When do you see her again, H?” Noah asks, anchoring the boat out at the sandbar in the lake.

“Um, tomorrow evening. We’re going to watch a movie or something. I have to call her to see whose place we’re going to and all that.”

“That’ll be so much fun!” Rachel exclaims as Noah helps her with some sunscreen.

“Yeah, just don’t watch something that’ll make you cry.” Andy says, putting on some sunscreen of his own. “You don’t wanna freak her out.”

“I actually don’t mind crying in front of people. It’s important to show when you’re vulnerable.”

“Maybe so, but nothing’s cute about you blubbering like a baby at the end of Titanic.”

“Oi! I don’t understand how her dying, and seeing that everyone, including Jack, was waiting for her, mixed in with the music doesn’t get to you!”

“It does, but it’s not that sad!”

“It’s not that it’s sad, it’s beautiful! It’s true love!”

“Hey, um, guys…” Noah clears his throat. “Other boats around, you know?”

“Sorry, we must have this argument at least once a month.” Harry huffs. “Someday you’re going to watch it and it’s all going to hit you, and I’ll be there recording you absolutely losing it. Now come here, I need to put your hair up.”

Andy sits down in front of Harry so he can make a little sprout on the top of his head with a hair-tie before him and Rachel go jumping into the water.

“Dad! Do a backflip!” Andy calls to him.

“Don’t think I’m quite limber enough for that.” He laughs. “Think I’m gonna sit up here for bit, you have fun with your sis…with Rachel.” He had to stop himself, he knew Andy didn’t really want to think of Rachel as his sister just yet, even though every adult around them saw them as siblings.

“You can do a backflip?” Noah asks, shifting his gaze between Harry and the kids.

“I used to be able to, don’t know if I could do it now.”

“Paige will be thrilled to hear things are going well with you and Y/N.”

“I’m sure Andy’s gonna tell her everything the second she gets home. Sucks she had to work today.”

“I know, I feel bad she can’t work from home as often as I can, but they need her in the office. He’s been having a great time with us, by the way. He misses you, obviously, but he’s been doing great.”

“Oh, that’s so good to hear, thanks. I miss him a lot at night, the house is a little too quiet, but I won’t have to get used to it for long.”

“Right.” Noah smiles.

“We’re going to a conference together at the end of the month, Y/N and I…it’s in New York, and we’re driving there together.”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah, I’m excited. We’re still staying in separate rooms though, little too soon to be overnight in a hotel, right?”

“You two already spent the together camping, is there a big difference?”

“It’s not like we shared a sleeping bag, we were just in the same tent, sharing the same space, and we had separate bathrooms to get ready and everything like that. I’d rather her spend the night at my house before we go to a hotel. It would feel like we were going away together or something.”

“She seems pretty easy going, try not to get too into your head about it.”

You: hey you! Hope you had a nice Friday. Did you wanna come to my place tonight??

Harry: hey! Yeah, I did. I went on Noah’s boat with the kids. And yeah, we can do your place :)

You: Great! Do you like those vegan chicken wings? I thought I could pop those in the oven for us along with some French fries or something of that nature…

Harry: sounds amazing, can I bring anything??

You: just yourself and whatever you may want to drink, I only have wine here

Harry: okay, what time you thinking?

You: 7??

Harry: works for me, see you then!

Harry loved getting to wake up to a sweet text from you. hey you! He thought it was really cute, like you almost wanted to call him a pet name or something, but you knew it was too soon. He gets out of bed to do his morning routine, and heads to the liquor store to grab some blueberry beer, his favorite for the summer time. He also knows that your sweet tooth comes out in full force when you drink, so he picks up some chocolate chip cookies as well. He wonders what movie you’re going to watch. There were so many good ones to choose from, after all.

He throws on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and heads to your place when the time comes. You buzz him in, and you leave the door open for him. When he comes in your place smells like fries, which he doesn’t mind one bit.

“Hello!” He shouts as he closes the door.

“Hey!” You walk over to him wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, and kiss his cheek.

“I brought cookies…”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that, you’re so sweet, thanks. I just put everything out on the coffee table. Feel free to take more, I’ve just seen you eat so many times I figured I put enough, and there’s some dipping sauces too.”

“You think of everything.” He smiles.

“Do you want me to put some of those in the fridge?” You ask, pointing to his beer.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Feel free to try one if you like, it’s my favorite flavor.”

“That’s alright, I ended up grabbing some hard seltzer’s for myself. Need a break from wine.”

He takes one of his beers out of the six pack, and you stick the rest in the fridge. He sits down on your couch and you come to sit next to him.

“This looks great, thanks for putting it all together.”

“Of course! I didn’t really do much. Just turned the oven on and made sure nothing burned.” You laugh.

“So, what do you feel like watching?”

“Have you ever seen Fifty First Dates or The Wedding Singer?”

“Aren’t those Adam Sandler movies…?”

“Yeah! Two of his best in my opinion. I thought it would be nice to watch a lighthearted romcom, but we don’t have to watch either of those.”

“I could be down for Fifty First Dates, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it all the way through.”

“Really?! It’s so good, Drew Barrymore is in it with him. It’s super unrealistic, but really fun and sweet.”

Call Harry a snob, but he didn’t watch movies like these often. Guess it couldn’t hurt to not sit there and have to really analyze things, he thinks. They both scarf down their food during the first ten minutes of the movie, and sip their drinks. They were sitting closely together, but you felt like you were in high school again. Watching a movie with the boy you like and him not making a move out of fear a parent was going to walk in. But a parent wasn’t going to walk in, so you take Harry’s arm and put it around you, leaning into him. He smiles down at you and gives your arm a squeeze as you both get more comfortable.

“That’s…that’s not how memory loss disorders work.” He says.

“I know…suspension of disbelief, Har.”

“I mean…I know, but what a-“

“If you call this movie stupid I’m gonna smack you.”

“I wasn’t going to say that, I just can’t…like…oh!”

“What?” You chuckle.

“That’s why they call it Fifty First Dates…because every date to her is a first date.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” You laugh.

“Oi! I’m still trying to figure out the plot, leave me alone.” He pulls you closer to him.

“Stop trying to figure things out, just watch it and go with the flow.”

“Just can’t seem to turn my brain off, I guess.”

“Have another beer then.” You stand up and grab your empty can, and his bottle. “I can grab it for you if you want.”

“That’d be great, thanks.”

You come back a few moments later and sit back down with two new drinks. Harry puts his arm back around you and you feel incredibly cozy. You weren’t sure what it was about him, but you loved how warm he always seemed to be. He mindlessly lets his fingers move up and down your arm as you watch the movie. Everything just felt so natural, no nerves at all.

Well, you didn’t have any nerves, Harry, on the other hand, was a ball of nerves. He wasn’t quite sure what to say or do, and he didn’t want to get too tipsy either. It was nice being over at your place, he just wondered what may end up happening on this couch of yours. Not that anything needed to happen…but he certainly wouldn’t mind kissing you again. He casually takes his packet of gum out of his pocket and takes a piece out for himself.

“Gum?” He asks you.

“Sure! Thanks.” You take a piece and pop it into your mouth. “I feel like you always have gum on you.”

“That’s because I do.” He chuckles. “I used to smoke, like, a lot…think I just like having something in my mouth, honestly. I quit when Andy was born, but I didn’t wanna gain a bunch of weight, so I started chewing gum.”

“You pick at your lips a lot too.” You say bluntly, and his eyebrows raise as he looks at you. “Just something I picked up on.”

“Well, look at you reading me like the communication master you are.”

“I’m sure we all do it to each other.” You chew your bottom lip.

“You do that a lot.”

“What?”

“Gnaw at your bottom lip. You do it in meetings, or, like, when I come to see you in your office you’re doing it, when I observed you in class you did it while you were waiting for students to answer your questions. You’re a lip chewer.”

“And you’re a lip picker.” You chuckle, and he can’t help but laugh either. “I wish I knew why I did it…it’s like, I don’t know, it calms my nerves or something.”

“Is that why you like it when I do it while I’m kissing you?”

Everything feels slowed down now. Your eyes widen, and he does that thing he tends to do before he kisses you where he brushes some hair behind your ear, and cups your jaw.

“Yes.” You finally say.

He smiles and leans in, and your eyes flutter closed. He bites down on your bottom lip immediately, and you tug him closer to you.

“Can I please sit in your lap? I need to be closer to you.” You breathe.

He nods quickly and pulls you to sit on him. Your chests are now pressed together, and your arms around his neck, fingers tugging at the hair at the nape of his neck. His hands are squeezing at your hips as your tongues meet, deepening your kiss. His glasses get in the way a bit and you grunt.

“Do you own contacts?” You ask as you take them off his face, and set them on the coffee table.

“Yeah, but they’re uncomfortable.” He smirks. “What’s wrong, getting in the way?”

“Yeah.” You pout.

“Poor thing.” He pouts back at you.

He nips at your bottom lip again before moving to sponge kisses to your jaw and just below your ear. You gasp when you feel his teeth graze you. You tug at his hair and involuntarily roll your hips down on his.

“Like that?” He says against your skin.

“Yes…I…I really like being bitten, please…” You press his head back down into your neck, and he happily obliges. He mumbles something against you. “What?”

“Mm, I said, do you care if I leave a mark?”

“Nah, I can just cover it up with some makeup. It’s fine.” You smile. “Please, it feels so good, just keep going.”

You press your lips to his briefly before letting him continue. He moves your tank top and bra strap to the side so he can kiss and suck on the crook of your neck. You tug at his hair again and he grunts into you. You roll your hips onto him again as you start breathing heavier. His hands move up and down your back as he plants kisses back up your neck, jaw, and then to your mouth again. You lick into his mouth and start sucking on his tongue. His hips buck up to yours and you feel it. He’s hard, god is he hard. You both moan into each other, and you move to kiss on his neck. You know not to leave a mark on him, Andy would surely tease him, so you just mouth and lick over the areas you feel like. His hands slide up the front of your body and he starts kneading your breasts over your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He asks gruffly. “I can touch you?”

“Yes.”

He kisses on the top of your chest while his hands work over your breasts. He bites down on the fleshier parts towards the tops of your breasts, and your head rolls back.

“Your skin’s turning red…” He looks up at you and drags his fingers over the new marks on your chest.

“M’sensitive.” You pout. “It’ll go down later.”

“Maybe we should cool it for a bit?”

“No!” You whine and grind yourself against him again. “Don’t you want me?”

“Of course I do! I just…you know, we were watching a movie, and-“

“You don’t wanna take it farther than this?” You ask softly.

“Not yet, love.” He caresses your cheek and you lean further into his palm. “I mean…I do, but it’s been a while since I’ve liked someone this much and I don’t wanna rush into anything.”

“I get it.” You smile. “Would you wanna just cuddle while we watch the rest?”

“Yeah.” He kisses your forehead.

You get off his lap and lay on the couch, and he lays behind you, putting a leg between yours and an arm around your waist. You sigh happily and adjust into him.

“This is so nice.” You turn to look at him. “I love being held, I don’t know what it is. I really did sleep well when we went camping because of you.”

“I didn’t even realize I had basically latched onto you.” He chuckles. “But I know what you mean, I like being little spoon sometimes too.”

“Aww, really? I like being big spoon sometimes. It’s nice to hold someone.”

“It’s nice to be held.” He leans in and pecks at your lips before you turn back to face the TV.

Harry mindlessly strokes your hip and side while watching the rest of the movie. As the movie comes to the end, where Lucy wakes up to watch her tape like she does every day, and sees she has a daughter, you hear sniffling from behind you. You turn and look up at Harry who had a few tears running down his cheeks.

“Are…are you crying?”

“I just wasn’t expecting, I mean, goddammit the same fucking thing happened to me with Click! I don’t trust him anymore. He’s sneaky with these moment. I’m just glad they were able to make it work.” He sits up to wipe his eyes. “Love finding a way, one of my favorite tropes.”

You grip your hand around the collar of his shirt and yank him down to you, getting a surprised “Oof!” from him. You slot your lips over his and wrap your arms and legs around him. He sinks into the kiss and grinds himself against you. His lips kiss across chest and to another part of your neck.

“Ngh, you’re so hard.”

“I know.” He murmurs into your neck.

“And you really don’t want me to do anything about it?” He pops his head up at that.

He’d love nothing more than to shove his dick down your throat, but he knew how he was. Harry liked being physical in his relationships, and he knew once all that started, it would be difficult to stop. Hell, even now, after one kiss he couldn’t wait for more.

“Another time, I promise. Let’s try to get to a third date, how does that sound?”

“Sounds responsible.” You giggle and kiss the tip of his nose. You both sit up and look at each other. “You know what’s really nice about all this?”

“What’s that?”

“We don’t have to go through the awkward getting to know each other phase because we’ve done that already. I mean, we’re still learning about each other, but I like that I already know how to talk to you and stuff.”

“Me too! I feel the exact same way. Like, I was nervous to take this step with you because I didn’t really know how you were feeling, but I’ve always liked talking to you. I hope you know how much I genuinely value your friendship.”

“That means a lot to me.”

“I’m really glad we’re doing this.”

“Me too, Har.”

“I think I’m gonna call it a night, but I had a great time. Thank you for hosting.”

“Of course! I’m glad we could have an easy night in.”

He helps you clean up the plates from dinner. You each eat one of the cookies he brought over, and share a crumble-filled kiss before he heads out. The second Harry get through his door he sighs, and then sprints to his room. He rips his clothes off and grabs some lotion, and sprawls out onto his bed. His dick was throbbing from rubbing it on your for most of the night.

He runs his thumb over his now leaking tip and pumps himself. His eyes pinch closed and he grits his teeth. The one good thing about Andy being gone was that Harry a) didn’t feel weird about rubbing one out, and b) he could moan out as loudly as he wanted without care, which made the final result so much better. He imagines your mouth around him, you looking up at him with bleary eyes, gagging on him trying to take as much of him as you can because just want to be so good for him.

“Fuck, oh my god!” He cries out as he thick, white ropes of his come spurt out onto his hand and lower belly. He takes a few moments to catch his breath before cleaning up.

Once he’s clean he gets settled into bed. He’s too tired to read so he turns his light off and just as he’s about to set his phone on do not disturb a text from you comes in, and he smiles ear to ear.

You: that was a lot of fun tonight, can’t wait to see you again :)

Harry: I had a great time too…when do you think you’d like to get together next?

You: not sure…might be going to Boston in a couple of days to house sit for my parents, they have a dog they can’t bring with them to a hotel…I could let you know when I get back though!

Harry: yeah! Just let me know when you’re free

You: I will…goodnight Har

Harry: goodnight Y/N

Harry sighs happily and sets his phone down. You both fall asleep with smiles on your faces.

You end up having to go to Boston to house sit. Your parents had a wedding to go to. You had no problem hanging out with their dog, he was a sweet little thing. Your brother, Phil, and his partner, Julian, come over one night for dinner, and Phil notices the fading marks on your neck and collar.

“Damn, who you been seeing?” He chuckles as you all sit outside to eat.

“Oh god.” You laugh and touch one of the marks. “Okay, so you know how I was telling you guys about my cute office neighbor and how we’ve become pretty good friends?”

“Shut the fuck up.” Julian gasps.

“Turns out we like each other, and we’ve sort of started dating.”

“That’s great!” Phil says. “What’s his name again?”

“Harry, Dr. Harry Styles. He’s really sweet and we have a lot of fun together.”

“You went camping with him, right?” Julian asks.

“Mhm, we slept in the same tent, and we woke up spooning. We’ve made out a few times, nothing really serious has happened yet.” You shrug. “He was so cute, he said he hasn’t liked someone this much in a while and he doesn’t wanna mess it up.”

“When was his last relationship?” Phil asks.

“He said he’s dated here and there, but he hasn’t had something serious in a while.”

“Why?”

“He…has a son…”

“Oh, wow, how old?” Julian asks.

“He just turned eleven in May.”

“And how old is Harry?” Phil asks.

“He’s thirty-two, and I’m about to be twenty-seven, it’s the same our age difference.”

“You’re okay with dating someone who has a kid in middle school? What’s the deal with the mom?”

“I mean…he��s a really sweet boy, and I’ve known him for almost a year. Her name is Paige, and she lives like thirty minutes away from us. Her and Harry have this really good co-parenting thing going. She has a boyfriend that lives with her and he has a daughter. I’ve never seen such a civil set up, honestly.”

“I just can’t believe you’re comfortable with jumping into all that. I hope he’s worth it.” Phil says.

“I think he will be.” You smile. “We’re just seeing how things go, I’m not saying I’m going to marry the guy.”

“Then why date him at all?”

“Phil.” Julian nudges him. “I think it’s great you’re testing the waters. See how it goes, and then if things get serious you can talk about all of that other stuff.”

“I just know you wanna have kids and stuff someday, and I don’t want you wasting your time with someone who has done it all already and doesn’t want to do it again, and I’m saying that now because you know mom and dad are going to say the same thing when you eventually tell them.”

“First of all, they better not find out until I tell them. I’m not saying a damn thing until we make things official, alright? Second of all, I don’t feel like he’s a waste of time. I…I think he’s exactly what I’ve been looking for.”

Harry was working away at the library. It was a dreary, muggy day out, and he needed to get out of the house. He was working on his presentation for the conference, making sure his data was in order. Typically, he wouldn’t check his phone while he was working, but he just happened to glance and see your name, so of course he had to check.

You: hey! I’m back from Boston…shitty day out, huh? It was a monsoon driving back up lol, anyways, weather is looking good for tomorrow, have you ever floated the river in town?

Harry: glad you made it back in one piece! Course I have, tons of times. You didn’t go last year?

You: had no one to go with! Would you wanna give that a try with me? I could pack a cooler for us if you get the tubes

Harry: cute of you to think we’d use tubes, air mattress is where it’s at to float the river

You: so that’s a yes?

Harry: it’s a hell yes ;)

You: yay! If you want you can park at the end spot, and I can come pick you up there, and I’ll park where it starts

Harry: brilliant, looking forward to it

Harry sets his phone back down, and can’t wipe the smile off his face while he gets back to work.

You: doing anything fun…

Harry: working at the library, actually…so a different kind of fun

You: no shit? I’m actually headed there now…can I join you?

Harry: I’d be offended if you didn’t ;p

You: lol see you soon

You show up about ten or so minutes later, and sit down across from him. You whisper a hello and he whispers one back. It was nice to be able to just together and get work done at the same time. He wasn’t proving to be a major distraction, which was good. He hears you suck your teeth a couple of times and he looks up.

“You alright?”

“Yeah, my head’s just blanking…I’m trying to think of this particular word, and it’s not coming to me…oh!” You type fast before you forget it. “Got it, all set now.” You chuckle and so does he.

Since it was still raining when you both left you couldn’t exactly kiss for long, but you both confirm your plans again before you leave. You both were looking forward to your day on the river.

You pick Harry up at the ending spot, and he throws the air mattress in your trunk.

“How long does it take to float the whole thing?” You ask.

“With how today’s current is looking, could be roughly three hours.”

“Perfect. I love lazy days like this. It’s really hot out, I packed plenty of water, and I grabbed some seltzers and that blueberry beer you like.”

“Oh…um, thanks.” He smiles as his cheeks grow red. It wasn’t a big deal, but it was something you remembered about him, and it made his heart flutter a little.

“No worries, you had left a few in my fridge that night you came over, so I just grabbed more.” You shrug. “Tasted one, it was actually pretty refreshing.”

“It just tastes like summer to me, I don’t know how to describe it. There’s a brewery, like, thirty minutes north from here if you’d ever wanna check it out.”

“I’d love to! I like trying new things.”

Once you’re parked, Harry gets the air mattress blow up, and you grab the cooler. He furrows his brows at you for a moment.

“What?”

“Are you not wearing pants?”

“No, I just threw a big t-shirt on over my bathing suit. Do I need pants?”

“No.” He chuckles. “Was just slightly confused for a second.”

You both get settled on the water and start your float. You peel your shirt off and lay back on the air mattress. You have a different one piece on today. Floral on the top, black on the bottom. Harry lays next to you.

“This is perfect.” You say, turning your head towards him.

“Yeah…would you say this is our third date?”

“I’d say so.” You smile.

“Still having fun with me?”

“Loads.” You reach for his hand and give it a squeeze. “It was fun just working near each other yesterday.”

“I felt the same way.”

“How are you feeling about your presentation?”

“Pretty good, actually…I saw the itinerary came out the other day…do you think you’ll come to mine?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t miss it. Besides, the other presentations happening at that time didn’t really seem interesting.” You tease him.

“Gee, thanks.” He rolls his eyes. “How was your parent’s house?”

“Good, my brother and his partner came by for dinner one night. Got some work done. Nothing too exciting.”

“How come your parents didn’t just ask them to house sit?”

“Because apparently I don’t work in the summer.” You sigh. “They don’t really understand how my job works, and I’m too exhausted to explain it to them again.” You sit up and grab a seltzer out of the cooler. “Drink?”

“Please.” He sits up as well and takes a beer from you.

“What about your family?”

“Oh, mum’s over the moon about my career. She wishes I was closer, obviously, but sister and her kids keep her busy.” He takes a sip of his drink.

You look around and love how peaceful everything is.

“I’m surprised there aren’t a bunch of college kids out here, or even locals.”

“August is when it’ll really pick up. People are out traveling now. I think we also just came at a good time. You know, I have a couple of kayaks at the cabin, we could head up there again sometime and do that.”

“I love kayaking! I used to go with my friends when I was younger. It’s so much fun.” You smile and sip your own drink. “When do you get Andy back?”

“Mid-August, just to get him ready for the school year, make sure he has everything he needs, get back into our routine.”

“That’ll be nice. He’s a really great kid.”

“Thanks.” He smiles. “Really glad I get to be his dad.”

“Did you, um, ever want to have more?” You try to say it as nonchalantly as you can.

“I did…always wanted a younger sibling for him.” He smirks. “I was so stupid, I even asked Paige, like, forever ago, if she wanted me to just get her pregnant again, but she pointed out bringing another kid into a ‘broken’ home probably wouldn’t be a great idea.” He shrugs. “She was right, but it bruised my ego.”

“Why’s that?”

“Not exactly a great feeling when someone tells you that they don’t want to have another one of your kids.” He sips his drink. “But that was nearly ten years ago. I don’t know how we would have handled another, honestly.”

“Must have been difficult being so young when he was born.”

“There was a learning curve, that’s for sure. If I had another now I feel like I’d be a pro.”

“Please, with how competitive you are, you’d make sure you were the world’s best father.”

“Are you saying I haven’t already gotten that title? Because the mug I use every morning would prove you wrong.”

You burst out laughing and nudge him, and he laughs. You lay on your stomach for a bit while he lays on his back. It’s a nice, smooth float down the river. You steal kisses from each other, but you don’t go too crazy because, after all, you were out in the open. Things do feel a little…intimate, though, when you take turns getting sun screen on each other. Harry’s fingers were slightly calloused, no doubt from whatever handy work he did from around his home and gardens. You wanted to feel them all over you.

“Do you wanna come over for dinner tonight?” He asks as he drives you back to your car. “I could throw something on the grill. I have stuff to make shrimp kabobs.”

“Oh, you just happened to have that stuff laying around?”

“Yeah, don’t you?”

You loved that the two of you teased each other. It was playful and fun, and always made you laugh.

“I’d love to come by for dinner. Seems like it’s going to be a nice night.”

“It definitely will be.”

Harry was getting everything ready, running around his house. He wasn’t sure what might happen tonight, but he sure as hell made sure to put fresh sheets on his bed, and double checked he had condoms. He was just turning the grill on when he heard the doorbell. He heads inside to open the door.

“Hey.” You smile.

“Hi, come on in.” He gestures, and you walk in. You follow him outside to his deck. He had set the table out there and it looked lovely.

“Aw, this looks great, Har.”

“Thanks, just getting the food on now, can I get you anything? I got a bottle of white to go with dinner.”

“That’s perfect, thanks.” You pour two glasses of wine and sit down while he grills. Once everything is done he sits with you at the table. “This smells so good.”

He smiles as you both dig in, and you moan softly from the taste.

“So good, Har. You’re such a good cook.”

“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.”

After you eat and clean up, you sit on the other chairs he has on the deck, and suck on some mints.

“It was a perfect day.” You say. “Took a power nap after I showered.”

“You got a lot of color, I don’t blame you.” He looks you up and down. “That’s a nice dress, by the way.”

You were wearing a green sundress, nothing you thought was terribly special.

“Oh, thanks. I’ve had it for years.”

“Your birthday’s coming up soon, right?”

“Yeah! Beginning of August. Think I’m gonna have dinner at my parent’s house or something.”

“Do they ever come up here? I feel like you’re always going down there.”

“They’ve been up a few times, but I honestly don’t mind it. Gives me an excuse to see friends and just be in the city.”

“So…you’re just going to do a family thing?”

“Yeah, probably.” You shrug. “Birthdays aren’t really a big deal to me. Besides, we’ll just be getting back from the conference. My gift to myself will just be sleeping and not working.”

“Right.” He nods.

“That’ll be fun, the conference.”

“Yeah, I haven’t been to New York in a while, I hope it won’t be too hot out.”

“I know some really great places to get dinner if you feel like exploring a bit.”

“You’re a bit of a foodie, aren’t you?”

“A wee bit.” You giggle. You look over at him, and bite your bottom lip. In a bold move you get up and sit in his lap, straddling him.

“Hello there.”

“Hi.”

You run your hands along his shoulders and then up to his jaw. You lean down and kiss him. His hands squeeze at your hips as you take his bottom lip between your teeth. You press your chest to his and tug at his hair.

“Mm, you’re an eager thing tonight.” He tucks some hair behind your ear. You know he wants this too.

“Been wanting to do this all day.” You pout at him. “We’re nice and alone now.” You kiss his cheek and work your way to his jaw and then his neck.

Harry liked having your body on his. He liked the way it felt to have you all over him, showing him how much you wanted him.

“You smell so good.” You murmur against him. You move to kiss him again. “Can we go inside?”

“And what exactly would you like to do in there?” He smirks at you.

“Get even more comfortable.” You bite your bottom lip. His thumb comes up and pulls it away. He leans up and takes it between his own teeth to suck on. You moan softly as he lets it go. “Please.” He nods yes, and you get off him.

You both go through his sliding door into the living room. He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to give him more access. He sinks his teeth in and you back up against him. He walks you forward towards the couch, and turns you around to lay you down on it. You tug him down with you, and wrap your arms around his neck. One of his hands kneads your breast and the other stays on your hip. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he looks down at you.

“What is it?”

“I don’t wanna be too forward, but can we move this to my room? I’d feel weird doing anything out here…this is a…family space.”

“Mhm, yeah, that’s fine.” You smile excitedly. It’s where you wanted to be anyways.

He has you keep your legs wrapped around him while he stands up. You crash your lips to his as he carries you to his room. He gets you onto the bed, and you’re both back into position, with him laying on top of you between your legs. He pulls away from your kiss and runs his thumb over your now swollen and bitten lips. Your chest was flushed and you were breathing heavily.

“Please, take your shirt off.” You tell him. He reaches behind himself to tug it off, tossing it to the floor.

Goosebumps raise on his skin as you run your hands up and down his chest and torso, tracing his tattoos. You let one hand scratch down his chest to his stomach. His hands rub circles into your upper thighs. He makes fists with the hem of your dress. You sit up slightly and lift your arms. He grins and lifts your dress off you.

Not that matching underwear was ever a big deal to you, but tonight you made sure to wear a special set. Green lace to match your green dress.

“God.” He breathes and brings his hands to your breasts.

“You can take it off if you want.” You use your upper arms to push your breasts closer together. “Or I could do it and you get rid of those shorts.”

“Deal.” He takes his shorts off and you get your bra off. His eyes grow wide when he sees you. “Christ.” He takes his glasses off and sets them on his side table before kissing down your chest.

He cups both of your breasts and licks over one of your nipples. He blows cool air on it, getting it nice and pebbled. You were fidgeting underneath him, your body writhing with anticipation. He rolls your nipple between his teeth before sucking on it. You rake your fingers through his hair and he groans against you. You could feel how hard he was and you grind your hips up towards him. He pops off your nipple and smirks at you.

“You really are eager tonight.”

“I want you, Harry.”

“I want you too…but…”

“You don’t wanna go all the way tonight?”

“I don’t know…is it too soon?”

“Why are you asking me?” You chuckle.

“Well, I mean, you really wanna just dive in?”

“I feel really comfortable with you, I wouldn’t mind if we fucked, but if you think it’s too soon we could…do other things.”

“If it were just me I’d say yeah, but…”

“I get it.” You smile. “So…can we do other stuff?”

“You mean like…” His fingers slowly drag down your stomach and over your clit before cupping you. “This?”

“Yes.” You gasp.

“You’re really wet, Y/N. Can feel it through these nice panties.”

“I-I know, I’m really turned on.”

“I did this to you?”

“Yes.” Your hips buck up when his thumb traces over your covered clit. You didn’t think Harry would be the type to tease, but you weren’t complaining.

“Yes, who?” He looks at you as he stops his motions.

“Yes…Harry.”

“You’ve told me a couple of things that you like, so you should know I really like hearing my name.” There’s that inner narcissist that he’s always talking about.

He moves his thumb back around your clit. He was killing you. Why not just take your underwear away? No, he wanted to see you squirm. He also wanted to watch and see what felt good. You move your hips along with the way he was moving his thumb, and as you feel yourself coming to the brink he takes his hand away.

“Not cool.” You huff.

“Aw, don’t worry.” He dips his fingers inside your underwear. “Is this alright?”

“Yes.” He raises his eyebrows at you. “Harry.” He smiles and rubs his fingers along your slit. “Could you…could you just take them off. I hate when I can feel it back against me, it’s cold.”

“Oh, sure.” He says, and hooks his fingers into your underwear to drag them down your legs. “Better?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “Thanks.”

He pecks your lips before getting his fingers back on you. You gasp when you feel his middle finger slip inside you. He brings it out and drags your wetness up to your clit, rubbing circles into it. You grit your teeth as you watch him. He slips two fingers back into you, and your legs fall open. He twists his fingers as he pumps them in and out, and then he curls them.

“Oh, fuck.” Your head falls back.

“Right there?”

“Yes, oh my fucking god, don’t stop, Harry.”

His fingers keep brushing your g-spot, and his thumb on your clit was incredible. You were panting and your body was starting to feel hot all over.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god.” He starts using his other hand to rub your clit to rub better circles on you. “H-Harry, I’m gonna!” You cry out at as you release around his fingers. “Oh!” His mouth is on you the second his fingers are gone. He sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth as your hands fly to his hair. “Shit, fuck!” Your legs were shaking around him, and he was moaning into you. His tongue was working magic, and you already felt yourself getting ready to come again. “Ah, ah! Oh my god, Harry!” Your head rolls back into his pillows and it feels like you can’t see or hear anything. You feel him lick you clean and then he sits back on his calves waiting for you to come back to him. “Oh, wow.” You breathe.

“Good?”

“So good.” You look up at him. “I just, um, need a second and then I can-“

“You don’t have to if you’re tired…”

“No! No, I want to, I really do, um, can I just use your bathroom quick?”

“Yeah! Just through that door.”

You smile and get up, and quickly walk into his bathroom. You just wanted to clean yourself up, you were dripping still. You gasp when you see your reflection. Your eye makeup had gotten all smudged. You grin, wondering how much more fucked up you could look if he really fucked you. He was laying on the bed waiting for you.

“Hey.” You smile. “I really liked that, what you did. Felt so good.” You crawl on the bed and get between his legs.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm, and now I’m gonna make you feel really good. This isn’t something I do often, only for guys I really like.” You tug his boxers down and he lifts his hips to help you. Your eyes grow wide and your mouth falls open. “Jesus.” You look at him. “How the hell do hide this all day?”

“Y/N.” He chuckles.

“You’re packing!” You spit into your hand and wrap it around him. You pump him slowly and run your palm over his tip to coat him in his precome.

“I’ve thought about this so many times.” He says.

“Really?”

“You have no idea. I may not have been fucking someone else while thinking of you, but I’ve definitely thought of you.”

“Not gonna let me live that down are you?” You smirk.

“Nope, fed my ego far too much to forget.”

“Mm, well, how does the real thing compare to your thoughts?” You lean your face down towards his tip.

“Way better than, ah!” You cut him off by wrapping your lips around his tip. Just like he had hoped, you look up at him while you suck on him. “God, you’re so fucking perfect, Y/N.” He reaches forward to hold your hair back for you. “Don’t feel like you need to be pretty about it, I like it sloppy.”

With that, you don’t hold back. You bob your head up and down on him, lick him up and down, squeeze his ball, get him down your throat a couple times, gagging and choking, and then popping off. You suckle on his tip and pump the rest.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.” He groans.

You keep sucking and breathe through your nose as you feel his come spurt into your mouth. Usually you didn’t like the taste, and not that you especially did now, but it was some of the better tasting come you’ve had. You wonder if he drank a lot of pineapple juice or something. You suck on him until there’s nothing left, and pop off. You look him in the eyes as you swallow and wipe the corners of your mouth. Before you can ask him how good it was he grabs you by the back of your neck to kiss you.

“So, you liked it?” You giggle.

“It was so good, thank you.” He kisses you again. “So fucking good. Let me, uh, get you a shirt or something, yeah?”

“Why?” You chuckle.

“So…you’ll feel comfortable to sleep.” He says as he pulls his boxers back on. “Unless you like sleeping naked, which I have no problem with.”

“Oh, I don’t have to stay.” You say, grabbing your bra and underwear off the floor.

“You…you don’t wanna spend the night?”

“I don’t have any of my stuff here, like, I need to wash all this makeup off, and I’d wanna brush my teeth.” You snatch your dress and throw it on. “I’d just feel better in my own bed I think.”

“Oh.” He wanted to cuddle, he needed to cuddle.

“Is that okay?” You stand up and walk towards him.

“I’m not gonna force you to stay here if you don’t want to…”

“It’s not that I don’t want to…I just…I just think I’m too old to stay at a guy’s house and be uncomfortable and wake up feeling gross because I didn’t get to go through my normal routine.”

“Did you…think this was going to happen tonight?”

“I was hoping.”

“Then why didn’t you bring some of your things with you?”

“Harry!” You laugh. “Do you know how psycho that would look?” You shake your head and start walking out of his room.

“Hey.” He grabs your wrist. “Next time, just bring your shit with you, yeah? We’re not kids, I wouldn’t have been put off.”

“Alright, good to know.” You smile at him. “Are you mad that I’m leaving?” You cup his cheek.

“No.” He pouts.

“I’ll be honest, I’m not usually the sleepover girl, but if that’s something you like…maybe next time we could do this at my place? Ease into it a little.”

“Okay.” He presses his forehead to yours. “When’s next time?”

“Probably when we leave for the conference…only a few days away.”

“Right.” He kisses your cheek and down to your neck. Your eyes flutter closed. “You sure you need to go?” He mumbles as he bites down into your skin.

“Fuck.” You breathe. “I…”

“Actually, you’re right to go. Leave you wanting more.” He smirks and steps back from you.

“Goodnight.” You roll your eyes.

“Goodnight.”

You peck at his lips before heading out the door. Harry was beside himself. Anytime he hooked up with someone they either wanted to spend the night or wanted him to spend the night. He surely thought you were going to want to cuddle, or even stay after he alluded to it. But you held your own, and didn’t let him pressure you. He couldn’t help but respect that.

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chibinekochan · 4 years

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Asking the brothers to be your "lip model"

Based on a request.

Common scenario:

You are at your wits' end. After staring at drawing references for hours, and trying all of the tutorials you could find, you are about to cry. It's just no use!

The lips you draw just don't look good at all.

You need a model and that asap.

Then you spot one of the brothers who has nothing better to do.

With a smile, your sketchbook, and well-placed puppy eyes, you go over to him.

Asmodeus

"Hey Asmo, could you help me out?"

"Hmm... sure what do you need?"

"I really need a model as a reference to draw lips." You ramp up the puppy eyes.

“Oh, you have come to the right person. I will gladly model for you." Asmo seems delighted.

"Thank you so much Asmo, you are the best." You make sure to make him feel good about his offer.

"No problem, is there a certain pose you want to draw? I mean I have only good sides so no worries there." Asmo smiles and makes a few different faces.

"It's alright just like this. I just need a real close view if that's okay with you?"

"Sure, come as close as you need to but I won't guarantee that I won't kiss you." Asmo smiles sweetly.

"I mean I wanted to give you a payment later but I don't mind doing it now."

"Hehe, you know me too well. Okay, just one kiss now and then you can pay me the rest later in private. I can give you some more reference poses too if you want." Asmo looks forward to that treatment.

"Maybe another day for today it's only your mouth and for the payment well I'm open to negotiating later." You play along with his flirting while finishing your drawing after the promised kiss.

Leviathan

"Hey Levi, I could use your help."

"Huh? Me? Why me? I mean I don't mind but I don't even know why you are talking to me." Levi is confused.

"Pretty please?! You will be my hero!" You turn the puppy eyes to the max.

Levi shifts around, but he knows that he already lost. "Alright, fine. I will help you. What do I need to do?"

You smile. "I need you to model for me."

Levi almost falls over. "Wait, hold on a minute! YOU want ME to model for you? I mean aren't their better people here that you can ask?"

" I don't see why not?! You already agreed to help me so please??" You don't see the issue at all.

Levi crumbles under your begging eyes. "Alright, alright… I'm your best friend so it's my job to help you. So Ummm what do I need to do?"

"Sweet, just sit still and let me draw your lips." You get in a good position.

Leviathan blushes and can barely look at you.

You gaze at his face and move ever so slightly closer, to get a really good look at his lips.

Levi starts to move around and is covering his face.

"Hold still Levi."

"Sorry... It's just that you are so close… it makes me nervous." Levi tries and fails to sit still.

"What are you afraid that I'm going to bite you?" You laugh. "Don't worry, the worst thing I will do is kiss you." You playfully wink at him.

Levi blushes again. "We-we are in public!" This seems to be the first thing that came to his mind.

So you decide to tease him a little. "Ah, so it would be okay to kiss you in private?"

Levi looks very troubled now and also very red. "Wait a moment, hold it right there." He uses his arms to shield himself from the attack. Levi then takes a deep breath.

"Alright, so Ummm fine you can kiss me in private. I mean unless you are joking and just play with me then you are banned from kissing me!" He stammers a bit but his point stands.

You feel pretty proud of him right now.

"Alright, in that case, I will give you later a kiss or two in your room." You aren't playing with him after all.

Mammon

"Mammon good that you are here. I could use your modeling skills right now."

"So you need MY professional help? Well, as your first demon I guess I just have to help you." Mammon's ego got a huge boost from your request.

"Thank you Mammon, you are the best." You just decide to gloss over the second half of his response and move across from Mammon to get a better look.

"I am? I mean, of course, I'm the best. So umm what pose should I strike… Ummmm I mean you don't require me to get naked or something like that right?!" Mammon shifts from being confident to insecure within one second.

"No, I just want to draw your lips. Well at least for now." You give him a small wink and smile.

Mammon blushes. "You can't just say something like that. It's unfair you know." He pouts a little.

Mammon is kinda cute like this, but you don't mention it and get to work.

Mammon looks slightly nervous at you.

Even more so when you move very closely.

"Hey what are you planning to do?!" Mammon seems unsure how to feel about this.

"Hm? I'm just drawing, see?" You show Mammon the rough, still unfinished, drawing of his lips.

"It looks very good already and I just mean because, you know, you are so close. I could almost you know…kiss you…" Mammon looks away, feeling a bit bashful.

"Do you want to kiss me?" You grin at him, knowing the answer.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" Mammon sighs and looks you straight into your eyes. "Fine, I want to kiss you. There I said it, are you happy now?"

"Yes, very happy." You smile and to prove your point you kiss him.

Belphegor

"Belphie, do you have time right now?"

"Well, I was about to take a nap but if it's not too much of a hassle I can help." Belphie shrugs, a bit indifferent.

"I just need your help with drawing lips. All you have to do is stay still."

"Well, that doesn't seem to be that hard. Fine, you can draw me while I nap." Belphie doesn't seem to care or mind.

He just gets comfortable with his pillow.

You take your supplies and move across from him.

He closes his eyes and you start to work.

You move a bit closer and then even closer until you almost touch his face.

His eyes fluttering open. "Hey, what are you planning to do?"

"I'm just drawing your lips." You point to your sketchbook.

"You are pretty close for that. Are you sure that you don't have some hidden agenda?" Belphie looks at you with suspicion in his voice.

"What kind of agenda would that be? You know I would never hurt you." You feel slightly offended.

"I know. I didn't mean that. I meant something else like hmm kissing me for example. Like sleeping beauty you know?" Belphie smiles sheepishly.

"So you think of yourself as a sleeping beauty?" You can't help yourself but giggle.

"Well no. I'm not Asmo. I know that you are the pretty one in this relationship. I just meant that you would try to wake me up with a kiss." Belphie blushes slightly.

"You can be pretty sweet at times, you know that. I mean if you want to I can wake you up with a kiss when I'm done." You smile at Belphie.

"Maybe but don't tell that to anyone. You will ruin my reputation." Belphie smiles in a very kind way. "So anyway how much longer will that drawing of yours take?"

"It's almost done. Take a look." You show the drawing to Belphie.

"Good work. I would say you did enough for one day. So come here and take a nap with me." Belphie looks at you with puppy eyes.

Very cheap tricks right there. Sadly they are your weakness. "Okay, but only if you don't use me as a pillow again."

"I can't promise that, since you are the best pillow."Belphie just shrugs and pulls you closer.

You can't win against him and kiss him before going for a nap.

Satan

"Satan, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Hm? What do you need?"

"I need help with drawing lips so I want you to model for me."

"Ah, I see. I can't say that I'm a professional model but if you need help with that, then sure why not." Satan seems strangely eager but you just ignore that.

You get your supplies and move across from him.

You start working but soon you notice that Satan is stiff as a board. " Satan, please just relax."

"Sorry I guess I'm just kinda nervous when you stare that much."

"I see. I just want to draw this as well as possible. Just try to think about something else. Maybe you can read something?" You want Satan to relax.

"Yeah, I can try that but won't the book be in the way?"

"It should be fine if you hold it a bit away from your face but it might be hard to read. Oh wait, here is a magazine from Asmo. You can just look through that." You just see the random magazine laying on the table.

"I don't usually read these but yeah it might be helpful." Satan grabs the magazine and starts to flip threw it.

You continue your drawing.

"Hey, do you think I'm a bad boyfriend?" Satan just suddenly drops this question out of the blue.

"Huh? No, why do you ask?"

'I did this test here, just for fun, it's 'how do you know if you have a bad boyfriend'. I answered the questions and it turns out that I'm a bad boyfriend." Satan sounds unusually distraught.

"These magazines are full of bs. Don't take it seriously. You are a great guy and a great boyfriend." You smile at him. You can't believe that he would take this seriously.

"Well, I believe you if you say so." Satan still seems kind of troubled.

You know that he needs some kind of proof now. You put your sketchbook to the side and then kiss him. "You should believe me since I love you."

"I believe you and I love you too."

Lucifer

"Lucifer, I have a request for you."

"Hmm, what do you want?"

"I just need you to model for me. I need a reference for drawing lips."

"So you think I would be a good reference for that?"

"Of course. You have some very lovely lips."

"I see you would know best about that. Go right ahead then. "Lucifer is very flattered.

You get right to work. You sit right across from Lucifer, looking at him and then looking at the drawing, drawing, looking…

Lucifer just sits calmly right there, with his gaze upon you. "Can you see everything good enough from that distance?"

"It's pretty good. Unless you want me to move closer?!"

"Do you even need to ask that?" He pats the space next to him.

You move over next to Lucifer. "Better now?"

"Yeah a bit better, but now where you are so close I suddenly have lost all desire to model."

"I know how that feels. I suddenly have lost all motivation to draw." You cuddle up to Lucifer, who seems to appreciate this.

"In that case, we should just stay like this for a while and enjoy the quiet time we have." Lucifer puts his arm around your shoulder and you both just relax for a while.

Beelzebub

"Beel I could use your help."

"Of course I will help. What do you need me to do?"

"I just need you to model for me. I struggle to draw lips today."

"Ah, I see alright then. So all I gotta do is stay still?"

"Yeah, that's it." You move right across from Beel.

He seems a bit unsure about what to do.

"You can just relax, no reason to be stiff."

"I have never done this before, sorry."

"Don't worry about it. I'm glad you help me." You smile and start your work.

Beel just watches you with slight amazement.

You move slowly closer to him, to get a good view.

You can kinda feel his breath, but you are so far into the zone that you don't notice.

At least until a loud rumble interrupts you.

You look up and blush upon noticing the familiar face right in front of you.

"Sorry, that was my stomach."Beel seems to be flustered, if only by his stomach noises.

"We should take a break then. Can't have you starving after all." You put your sketchbook down. Now that you think about it, you are feeling a bit hungry yourself.

"Sorry, I kinda forced you to stop." Beel sighs.

"Don't worry about it. After you said something about eating I realized I'm hungry too." You give him a gentle smile.

"I hope you don't just say that to make me feel better." Beel is feeling guilty, you can tell.

"No, and besides you helped me so now it's my turn to help you. Let's just go and have a sandwich or ten." You smile at him to reassure Beel.

"Make that a hundred and we have a deal." Beel seems to accept this and has his usual smile back.

"Alright, I will even throw a kiss on top of that." You smile and kiss Beel.

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driversmutbucket · 4 years

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Just read the "knowing other people can hear" with Charlie prompt. OH. MY. LORT. So thank you for that, and for ruining my ovaries with "she'll just be hoping that I'm knocking you up..." *Pant* 🥵 That being said, I would LOVE your take on Charlie's reaction to a pregnancy. Is he nervous? Over the moon? Does the thought of reader carrying his baby get him riled up? Thank you for sharing this wealth of smut. You are a gift ❤️

Thoughts-

Ummmm I feel like we would be great friends. RIP ovaries.

Thanks for the lovely words about my pornnnn

Ohmygodddd sweet Charlie would be absolutely FIZZING.

I though I was gonna reply to this real quick, but alas a few days later- an entire fic.

Let me indulge you.

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy sex, oral sex, daddy kink/DDLG (I’m so fucking predictable), NSFW

Charlie never thought he would have the opportunity to be a father again. When you had met each other he was 35, Henry was starting school, he mournfully thought that chapter of his life was over.

Meeting you had been unexpected, in the best way. It started as nothing serious- both having recently come out of messy break ups, but flourished into a committed relationship over the space of a year.

After two years together it happened, by accident. It was a few weeks after Charlie’s 37th birthday. You had felt odd. After a week of persistent symptoms, that google told you could be pregnancy, you had picked up a pregnancy test, heart hammering in your ears.

You has sat in the bathroom dazed for a solid half an hour, the positive test held in your hand.

You scrolled through your contacts and called Nicole.

Charlie and his ex-wife Nicole, despite a stressful and emotional divorce, were on good terms. The first blended family Christmas you had shared, you had clicked. Which, frankly was very helpful, considering your involvement in Henry’s life. Now you talked regularly, and shared in the marvel that was Henry.

The moment she had answered you had burst into tears. They weren’t particularly sad tears, more- overwhelmed tears. She had calmed you, soothed you, her own voice wavered when she processed that Henry would have a sibling.

“Charlie is the best pregnancy and birth partner you could hope for y/n, oh my god, he is going to be so excited.” She had breathed wistfully, perhaps remembering back to her own experience.

That night, you had told Charlie to close his eyes and hold out his hand. He had done so with a questioning smile. You had placed the positive test in his hand, heart pounding, and told him to open his eyes.

He looked at it, then to you, then back at it before letting a laugh of disbelief, “Babe?!”

“I’m pregnant.” You had smiled, anxiety easing.

“Fuck!” He had shouted, grinning, throwing his hands up in the air, before engulfing you in the tightest hug.

His eyes had been filled with tears when he let you go. “Henry is going to be a big brother, I-...you-! This is amazing, i fucking love you so much.”

By this point you had your own tears running down your face, laughing at the state of you both.

—

The last 6 months had flown by. You had found out the gender at the earliest possible point. Both far too excited to wait until the birth. At 15 weeks you had gone in for a scan, breath held as the ultrasound technician inspected the baby.

Tears were threatening to spill even before the technician announced that you were expecting a boy.

Charlie had cupped your face and kissed your lips softly, his own eyes glassy. “Another boy” he had murmured, face glowing with pride.

Henry was almost beside himself with excitement. He had stayed with you over some of the summer break. Every other sentence began with, “When my baby brother....”

Even now he rang almost every night from his mom’s house, asking how the baby was.

Your body had changed rapidly over the last 6 months to accommodate the new life growing inside. Everything was fuller, curvier.

Charlie thought you looked sexier than ever. You kind of didn’t get it, but you happily took it and reaped the rewards.

Rewards being his hands all over you, all the time. His sex drive doubling, if not tripling. Then there were the words he would whisper in your ear, anywhere, anytime that never failed to fluster you.

“You look so fucking sexy, round with our baby.” He would growl, hands roaming up over your hips, grazing the underside of your full breasts before splaying over your large belly.

—

Tonight you were going out for dinner. Henry had not long returned to Nicole’s, the house now to yourself, you had devilish plans to seduction.

You had ordered pregnancy lingere online, and you had to admit, it was hot. The completely sheer baby pink bodysuit had a deep v neckline, your breasts which were large and swollen only just contained by the thin fabric. It was a thong bodysuit, showing your ample bottom in a way that had you saying silent thanks to the pregnancy weight you had gained.

You made sure to pull on your dress and stockings before Charlie could see.

The dress was a recent purchase, having finally given into maternity clothing, everything in your closet far too small to accommodate the bump.

Your OBGYN had told you at your last appointment that your little boy was 99th percentile in size. You had shot Charlie a look of horror.

“I’m not that surprised considering how tall his father is.” the doctor had smiled, “he will certainly be a big boy, I would say at this rate, 9lbs or more.”

“Oh course you would knock me up with a mini version of yourself.” You had huffed on the way home, “this kid is gonna wreck me.”

Consistent with his projected size, your bump was larger than most, people often mistaking you for further along. “Nope he is just huge.” You would sigh, giving Charlie the side eye, he would grin in return.

The dress was navy blue, and stretched, ruching nicely over your belly before ending mid calf.

“Is that new?” Charlie asked as he walked into the bedroom.

“Mmm yeah, because unfortunately wearing your clothing isn’t an option in this instance.” You shot him a sly smile.

Have exhausted your own wardrobe of options a few weeks ago you had moved to Charlie’s, which he had no complaint about. In fact it was added to the mile-long list of current turn-on’s.

“As much as love seeing that belly fill out my clothes, this is very nice.” He chuckled, coming in behind you as you stood at the full length mirror, kissing the top of your head and patting your bottom.

You dozed in the uber on the way home. Charlie had had a few wines and was having an enthusiastic conversation with the driver.

He led you through the door close to midnight, when you got to the bedroom you kicked your shoes off.

“Can you undress me?” You asked innocently.

Bless him, he was none the wiser as he reached for the hem of your dress and began peeling it off and over your head.

His eyes widened as he tossed the dress aside and took in the lingere.

“Fuck— what is this?” His voice was an octave lower, fingers tracing the neckline.

You bit your lip. “A little something for you.”

“Can you take off my stockings baby?” You asked as you turned around and bent yourself over, planting your hands on the bed.

The position gave him a view of the back of the bodysuit, the thong, beneath the stocking.

“Fuck.” he groaned, finding the waistband and rolling them off you slowly, until he was knelt down, helping you step out of them.

“Stay like that.” He murmured, running his hands up your legs, until then got to your ass, where he smacked both cheeks at the same time with splayed hands.

You let out a throaty moan.

His lips grazed the red marks that lingered, your breathing growing erratic as his mouth got closer to your sex.

“Always so wet.” He hummed. Pushing aside the thin strip of fabric.

You gasped as his tongue began to circle your entrance.

“Hhnnnghh Charrrrrrlie.” You pushed your hips back, into his face, spurring him on as he licked through your folds to your aching nub. His nose providing additional stimulation as it dragged.

His mouth, that magic mouth, had you gripping the sheets and whimpering.

He paused and stood you up from where he knelt, making adjusting your legs so they were hip width apart.

He sat on his feet and went back to work, your hips automatically began rocking against his mouth.

When you looked down you couldn’t see much, your belly obscuring what was probably an orgasm inducing view.

Your hand found his hair and gripped a handful as your moans became louder.

“Charlie— holy hell— I—” you babbled, before orgasming on his face, hips stuttering.

“Oh my god.” You breathed, stepping back and finding the edge of the bed before your legs gave out.

You gazed at him, kneeling there, hair touseled, face wet with your slick.

He stood and began stripping wordlessly, trousers bulging with evidence of his arousal.

You stood up, as he stepped towards you, and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. His hands roamed, teasing your nipples through the sheer fabric.

He broke the kiss. “As much as I love this little number, I need to take it off.” He said with a smirk.

“And then what?” You asked innocently, looking up at him through your lashes.

“You know very well what, little girl.” He rumbled, sliding into his role seemlessly.

“I don’t Daddy, you have to tell me.” You pouted.

He chuckled, as he began to peel off the lingere, your heavy breasts finally free from the constructing garment.

He made a primal rumbling sounds in his chest as his hand took your tits and kneaded them.

“Well little one, Daddy is going to undress you, and then you are going to be a good girl and sit on Daddies cock, ok?”

You nodded eagerly, “that’s my good girl” he hummed, pulling the lingere the rest of the way off so it fell to your feet, kicking it aside.

He got onto the bed and knelt, sitting on his feet, eyes fiery with desire as he looked at you.

“Look at you, so beautiful carrying Daddies baby. Come here.” He patted his thigh.

You got onto the bed and crawled over to him before shimmying back onto his thighs, your back to his chest.

He guided your hips up, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock.

“Please.” You whimpered.

“Please, what? He growled in your ear.

“Please Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulled your hips down onto his cock, filling you to the hilt with a loud moan.

You cried out in pleasure, this angle had quickly become a favorite in pregnancy.

He helped you move, one hand under your bottom, the other cradling your tummy lovingly.

“Oh fuck Charlie.” You murmured, roleplay forgetten as you lost yourself in the dragging of his cock.

He moaned into your neck, you reached behind your head, gripping his hair, your back arching slightly.

“Y/n” He breathed, nibbling your ear, “you gonna cum for me babe?”

You whimpered, nodding, his hand cradling your belly moving down to seek out your needy clit.

He circled it slowly, relishing the sound of your long, low moans.“OhOh— right there.”

You arched your back, pushing down against him with your hips, driving his cock as deep inside you as you could. He responded by firmly and quickly rubbing your clit, sending you over the edge in a matter of seconds.

He came with a groan as your inner walls strangled his cock, milking every last drop of cum.

You relaxed against him, panting and grinning, his cock still snuggly inside you. He rolled you both, carefully so you were laying, spooning as he stretched his legs.

His hands rubbed your belly, soon after your son began to kick enthusiastically.

“Little tyrant.” You muttered, eyelids getting heavy.

“Him or me?” Charlie joked, hand moving in circulation motions over his little kicks.

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#fan fiction #filth and smut #charlie x reader #charlie barber #charlie barber x reader #preggo sex #request #smutbucket

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lia-said-clone-rights · 3 years

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So with all the discourse around episode 3 of the Mandalorian, I would like to talk about who is and isn’t Mandalorian and we are going to do it with a little game I call

Ranking Mandos

It’s been pointed out that the one thing all Mandalorian seem to have in common is disagreement on who is and isn’t Mandalorian.

Since Mandalorian tradition is to take in war orphans like Din, blood lineage isn’t what makes you a Mandalorian.

We’ve seen this a lot this season since Din believes that to be Mandalorian means never showing your face. Din says in the finale of last season, Mandalorian isn’t a race, it’s a creed. It’s been assumed that the Creed and the Way that Din keeps referring to is the Resol’nare, or Six Acts

So if we are using this as the litmus test of Mando-ness how do the Mandalorian we’ve seen in canon stack up.

Satine Kryze

Education - We’ll give her this one because she does make Korkie's (her nephew) politcal education a priority.

Armor - no

Self-defense - Definitely not, we can’t even call her an active pacificist since she refuses to defend herself even when Pre and later Maul threaten her.

Tribe - This one is tricky because Satine’s new mandalorians seem to be actively trying to root out tribalism but she does support her family and even seems open to reconciling with Bo-Katan.

Mando’a - She does speak mando’a even though it seems she doesn’t speak it as her primary language

Mand’alor - no, even though she holds the highest political office on Mandalore she doesn’t wield the dark saber, which is considered to be the symbolic seat of power for the mand’alor

3/6

Pre Vizsla

Education - Pre’s entire campaign against the new Mandalorians is to reintroduce traditional mandalorian culture which would include educating the young

Armor - yes

Self-defense - yes

Tribe - This one is tricky because Pre never talks about any family but he does seem to take pride in his Vizsla heritage

Mando’a - We never see him speak mando’a

Mand’alor - He is Mand’alor as the holder of the dark saber for the majority of the clone wars

5/6

Jango Fett

Education - he seems to have prioritized Boba's education

Armor - yes and iconic

Self-defense - obviously

Tribe - ummmm i think it depends if you are going off canon or EU but I'm going to say.....no

Mando’a - *pinches nose* ok so in attack of the clones, when him and Boba are talking, wookiepedia says they are speaking Fett Code, which is supposed to be something he made up so him and Boba could communicate without being overheard. The theory is that it is modified Mando'a, so we'll go with that.

Mand’alor - again depends on if your talking Legends or canon but soooo no

4/5

Boba Fett

Education - no

Armor - yes and janky as hell

Self-defense - yes

Tribe- no

Mando'a- yes [see above]

Mand'alor- ......canon says no....maybe *sigh*

3/6

Bo-katan Kryze

Education - well we never really see her interacting with any kids other than Din's baby and that's just for a second

Armor - yes

Self-defense - yes

Tribe - we've never seen her really do much for her tribe beyond attempting to rescue Satine

Mando'a - we've never heard her speak it but considering Satine knows it you would think that she would also

Mand'alor- she is the Mand'alor

4/6

Sabine Wren

Armor - she makes it Fashion

Education - kinda hard to say since she is technically a kid herself, but we'll say yes since she seems invested in the cultural traditions of her people

Self-defense - yep

Tribe - even if she's estranged from her family, mandos are the pinnacle of the found family trope so yes.

Mando’a - I think she speaks the most Mando'a in canon

6/6

Maul!

[ I know, he’s not technically a Mando but hear me out, he won the Dark Saber off of Pre Vizsla in single combat making him Mand’alor. I know people have taken issue with Bo-Katan rejecting Maul as Mand’alor because she’s xenophobic but honestly I think her issue was that he didn’t follow the creed]

Mand’alor - she returns the darksaber to the mando'ade so she obviously believes in the institution

Education- Maul is a revenge gay, so I don't think he knows children exist....

Armor - nope

Self-defense - yes

Tribe - nope

Mando’a - shockingly there is evidence that Maul does know Mando’a

Mand’alor - ummmm he technically was Mand’alor but I don’t think he gave a fuck about the position other than furthering his own agenda

2.5/6

Din Djaren

Armor - the Shiniest

Education - He tells the Armorer to put aside his earning for the foundlings, which to me suggests a dedication to educating the young

Self-defense - yes

Tribe - Since he got yodito back, he’s been a dedicated (if slightly misguided) father

Mand’alor - given the events of episode three, it seems like he might not know anything about the mand’alor or dark saber so, no

Mando’a - we haven’t heard him speak mando’a yet and we have no indication that he knows it. #letDinspeakmando'a

4/6

#mandalorian spoilers #spoilers #the mandalorian #mandalorian s2 #lia talks shit #my knowledge of legends is limited obviously #canon is chaos

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feistypaants-archived · 4 years

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False Positive [Chapter 1]

Rating: T+/M Words: 1,555 Pairing: Kristanna Summary: When things don't go according to plan and Anna finds herself alone and pregnant, she looks to her sister's best friend, Kristoff, and almost makes a huge mistake.

[Chapter Index]

Where To Read: [AO3] | [FFN]

Notes: Ummmm... should I be starting a new multi chap? Probably not. But here we are. It’s... idk. It’s still vague! Hopefully I don’t... mess up or write myself into a hole lmao!!!!

Title from @faerytold who is a blessing thank u

Enjoy!

Anna took a deep breath.

The room was cold and quiet except for the dull echo of children screaming in the lobby or other rooms or maybe even somewhere else in the building, and she could feel her heart pounding hard enough to break her ribs. Her fingers twisted together around the tissue she had been holding since she walked through the waiting room doors. Tears had started days ago and had yet to stop.

Maybe she had jumped to conclusions. Maybe she was mistaken. Hans was stressed with work, and brought that stress home, and that caused Anna to be stressed… and when she was stressed she was late! She was late all the time. Maybe not three weeks, but…

She sighed, dabbing at her lower lashes again, willing her eyes to just stop watering for a few minutes.

A part of her had been ecstatic when she took the first test. She’s always wanted a big family, and an engagement had to be just around the corner, so what was the harm in starting early? But then another part of her thought about their plan. They had a plan, and having a baby right now was definitely not a part of it.

Hans was always very uptight about following plans.

So she took three more tests. Waited a few days and took four more.

Positive, positive, positive…. And more positives.

When she told Hans, he froze.

He was at work, texting her about how rough his day was and how he couldn’t wait to get home and see her (and do other things to her). So she thought maybe he would like a little surprise! So she stopped at the store, got a little balloon and a card that had a dumb little joke on it - You’re One Cool POP, with a popsicle drawn in the O - and then went right to his office.

He smiled when he saw her, ushered her into his office with a sly smile, and kissed her silly before she had a chance to hand him the card and balloon.

And then he saw it, and his whole demeanor changed.

“What is this?” He asked.

“I… I’m pregnant,” she smiled, her eyebrows slanting down with worry. “I… thought you’d like a pick me up —“

“Pick me up?” He dropped the card to the desk. “Anna, we’re not even engaged. How stupid are you?”

“I…”

“Aren’t you on the pill?”

Anna nodded, tears starting in her eyes. “Yes but—“

“Did you forget to take it? You’re always forgetting!”

“No!”

“This isn’t the plan, Anna,” he sneered, sitting down hard into his desk chair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“But,” her voice was quiet, as she stood still, attempting to make herself as small as possible. “We want kids, don’t we?”

Hans sighed, pressing his hand against his forehead. “Not unplanned.”

They argued more, his face growing red and hers getting paler as his voice rose and hers fell to barely a whisper, until he told her either she got rid of it or he was gone, and she cried and left and went right home and packed up her stuff and went to her sisters’ apartment.

And then she ignored his calls until he left her a voicemail saying he was done with this childish behavior, that she was stupid if she thought she could raise a baby, especially alone, and he’d send the rest of her stuff over as soon as he could make the time for it.

But those little sticks could be wrong, right? What really was in your pee to make them so damn accurate? They could pull up false results… right? So Anna decided it was better to go to a doctor and get it all sorted out professionally. She hoped she could go back to his home and show him that it was all a big mistake! That he could take her back now! That —

There was a knock on the door and Anna at up straighter before telling the doctor to come in. She opened the door with a smile, and Anna’s stomach dropped. “Well, congratulations, Anna. You’re indeed pregnant.”

Her eyes welled up with tears and she couldn’t bite back the smile that stretched across her face before she jumped down from the table and wrapped her arms around the doctor. “Thank you,” she cried, happy crying mixing with sad sobs as the other woman hesitantly hugged Anna back.

“I can’t tell if these are happy or sad tears,” she chuckled, leaning backwards from Anna.

“A bit of both, I think,” she admitted, wiping at her nose with the heel of her hand. “It’s complicated.”

“Well,” the doctor nodded, handing her another box of tissues. “Take all the time you need. All your paperwork is upfront at the desk. I’ve also given them a bunch of resources for you, for whichever direction you choose to take.” She smiled sadly, shrugging. “I’m here if you have any questions, or want to talk, okay? I know it can all be overwhelming.”

Anna nodded, accepting the tissues gratefully, and was more than thankful she had been relatively honest with the doctor from the get-go. She seemed kind and sweet, like someone Anna could trust, and she was sure she made the right decision when she saw all sorts of pamphlets and recommendations for all the options she could possibly think of.

By the time she got back to Elsa’s apartment, she was completely worn out. She had sat in the parking lot and cried, drove home with her most emotional playlist blasting, and now she wondered if she finally had gotten all of the tears out of her body as she looked at her red and puffy face in the mirror.

Looking around, she didn’t see Elsa’s car anywhere and sighed with relief. At least she wouldn’t have to face her sister just yet.

But then she noticed her sisters’ best friends’ beat up truck in the lot and tensed. Why was he here when Elsa wasn’t?

Wiping at her face again, Anna decided that her bed was all that she wanted, and she could probably just breeze by Kristoff. He was probably out on the balcony or fixing something in the apartment anyway. He probably wouldn’t even notice her.

She took a deep breath and sighed, pushed herself out of her tiny two door coupe, and made her way up to the apartment. She unlocked the door slowly, and tensed when she heard his familiar, deep voice, shouting at the television.

“Oh, come on, you idiots! That was clearly roughing!”

A loud bark followed his shouts, and she opened the door to him laughing as his dog jumped up on his lap.

“Geddoff!” He hollered, pushing his mutt off his legs. “You’re not a lap dog and you know it!”

Anna froze when his brown eyes turned up to her, and willed the tears to stay in her eyeballs until she made it to the back bedroom. “Oh, hey!” He started, smiling up at her. But his grin dropped when he looked at her face for a moment too long. “... You okay?”

Her eyes widened and she laughed, waving a hand in front of her face. “Oh, you know,” she mumbled, stepping into the room and closing the door while kicking off her shoes. “Typical female after a breakup. Cry, cry, cry.” Forcing a chuckle from her mouth, Anna pushed her hair back from her face before noticing he wasn’t laughing along with her.

“Do…” Kristoff shifted uncomfortably on the couch before muting the television. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Anna smiled affectionately. There was always a little awkwardness between them - she was just his best friend’s annoying little sister ever since they were in middle school - but she appreciated the effort. He always tried to include her. In fact, he was probably one of her favorite people in the world. But she still didn’t want to burden him.

“Oh, god no,” she laughed, hanging up her coat. “Enjoy your game.”

Kristoff stood up abruptly, almost knocking over the beer he had clearly let sit until it was too warm to be enjoyable. “I can change it… If you want to — I mean,” he stammered, his cheeks flushing. “If you want some company we can watch something else or…” he ruffled his hair between his fingers. “Just… I know you don’t really like to be alone.”

Feeling her whole face soften, Anna nodded after only a moment of hesitation and sat down beside him on the couch. She didn’t even mind that he took up so much space, especially when he draped his arm over the back of it, behind her shoulders, wordlessly offering her some physical comfort if she needed it. He picked up the remote and started flipping through the channels, finding something she might enjoy.

He found a movie he knew she loved, and sat the remote down with satisfaction.

Anna looked up at him, her heart feeling full, and scooted just an inch closer, tapping the back of his hand with her fingers. His arm lowered over her shoulders, and pulled her a fraction tighter. Her feet rose up to curl under her on the couch, and before she knew it, Anna had started to doze off on his shoulder, pushing closer into the warmth of him.

And then a stupid, stupid idea started to bloom in her head.

#kristanna #kristanna fic #kristanna fanfic #feistypantswrites #FPfic #:^) enjoy

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