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miley-citrus · 2 years

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~𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑉𝐸𝑁 ＆ 𝐵𝐴𝐶𝐾~

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔:!black fem reader x Toji Fushiguro

𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐶𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡：3283

𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠：This was rushed..but yea hope you enjoy.

𝐶𝑤: fem! reader, daddy kink, clit slapping, squirting, missionary, doggy style, unprotected vaginal sex, praise kink, edging, creampie, fingering, nipple sucking, oral both Male and Female receiving and giving, nicknames (sweetheart, slut, whore, doll,), use of drugs (marijuana), overstim, manhandling, aftercare

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Being a college student was stressful enough. The essays, homework, and 3-hour lectures were all time-consuming. The only free time you had with yourself and friends was on the weekends. Going to frat parties, clubs or anything with many people wasn't your favorite when “free”. But you did anything to make Nobara and Maki happy.

“Oh come on y/n you have to go! This is going to be the biggest frat party of the year.” Nobara exclaimed. “You guys know I hate being in places where there are a lot of people and it's just a party Gojo and Geto are not fucking celebrities” you sighed. “Yea yea I know that but they're just so god damn fine. I want a piece of that someday.” Nobara uttered quietly.

“I promise you'll have fun y/n. You might see some cute boys you never know. Please please pretty please come to this party with us.” Maki begged.“Ugh ok, fine ill come with you guys. But you both owe me big time.” you grunted. “Yes yes, we owe you BIG time,” Nobara said. “Now hurry and get dressed we're leaving in 2 hours,” Maki yelled.

You get up from my bed and head to your bathroom to take a quick shower. After you get out you walk to your closet and grab a casual crop top shirt and some shorts that hug your waist and ass just right.

You do your eyelashes with some eyeliner and add some cherry lip gloss to your lips. By then it's time to go. You let Maki drive us there because there is no way in hell Nobara is driving us anywhere. She’ll kill us in a car crash before we even get there.

We finally get there after what felt like a 2-hour long car ride. It was a struggle finding somewhere to park. Cars and people filled the streets even though the party was inside. Maki finds somewhere to park after 10 minutes of looking. We all get out and walk—push through the big crowd of people to get inside. The smell of weed and sweat hits your face as you walk inside. People danced and grinded on each other to the beat of the song.

You gazed around the room discreetly to see who all was at this party already feeling a bit uncomfortable. Both Maki and Nobara saw how tensed up you got. “Breath y/n you'll be fine. I'll go get us some drinks so you can relax a bit.” Maki sympathized. Scrunching your face up you replied with a sigh, “Um alright. Where is Itadori at? He said he would be here.” you asked.

“ He should be here somewhere… ah there he is” Nobara yelled over the loud music. You looked around the room and spotted Yuji in the kitchen munching on some chips. You giggled “Of course, he's in the kitchen where else would his fat ass be.”

You all make your way to the kitchen pushing past sweaty people. “There you are Yuji we've been looking for you everywhere.” You sighed “Sorry *crunch* I got a bit *crunch* hungry while waiting for you guys *crunch*.

“Ha yea we can see that,” You stated. “I’m gonna go sit down on the couch my feet are starting to hurt,” You said. “Ok, we’ll bring you a drink after we finish talking to Yuji,” Nobara explained. “Come and get us if you need anything y/n,” Maki said while rubbing your arm calmly.

Turning around to go sit on the couch you eye a man blowing out smoke through his nose. He has a black shirt on that fits tight around his chest and arms. Grey sweatpants caress his meaty thighs just right. You secretly examine his facial features. The small but fascinating scar on the edge of his plump pink lips.

His thick and long fingers grasped the almost burnt-out blunt which you make note of in your head. Finally making it to the couch you sit down next to him but it's an empty space between each other. Not realizing you were still staring at his lips the man turns and looks at me. Making eye contact for a few seconds until you look down at my fingers and start playing with them in your lap.

“Do you want a hit?” the man asks. You look up at the man inspecting his face for the 3rd time that night before asking, “What?”. “I said did you want a hit … of the blunt?” he explained. You looked at the man confused before replying “Oh I've never smoked before I wasn't trying to um never mind.

I’m sorry for staring though. ” He smirked before replying “Your fine I know my face is very stareable. You rolled your eyes before leaning back more into the couch. “Do you want to try?” he asked. You stared at him and the almost gone blunt before responding “Um sure I guess I'll try I dont really..know how to though.“ you said nervously. “It's fine I'll teach you it's very easy. I have to go to my room to roll another one.” he stated

“Ok wait–your room? You live here?” You asked surprised. “Ha yea I live here. I'm part of the fraternity” he laughed “You dont look like the type to be in a Fraternity...” You muttered. “Yea I know I get that a lot. I only do it because Gojo begged me to.” He confessed “Ahh I see. I never got your name doll.” he glanced up at you with low red eyes. “My name is y/n,” You stated.

“Well miss Y/n would you like to come up to my room with me. “he smiled you stared at him before asking “How do I know you won't try to kidnap me or worse,” you uttered. “I promise you I won't kidnap you or even worse. You won't regret this.” He promised “Ok fine I’ll go but I dont know your name either.” you giggled .“My name is Toji.” “Well, Toji ill come with you, just let me tell my friends I’m safe and going upstairs,” you spoke. He understood and nodded.

You walk to the kitchen to tell Maki and Nobara that I’ll be upstairs and not to get too wasted tonight even though they already are. “Oooooo Y/n is going to pound town tonight! “ Maki giggled “Oh my god stop I'm just going up there to smoke ill be back in a bit,” You explained. You were indeed wrong but you didn't know that yet.

You walked back to Toji so he could walk you upstairs to his room. His room was a dark grey color with black furniture. “You can sit down while I go get the rolling tray,” he said while shutting and locking the door for privacy reasons... You walked slowly to the bed while inspecting the room. The sheets were soft and silky. The room smelled of men's cologne and a scent of lavender.

Toji walked back in with the weed and rolling papers on the tray. “I'm guessing you've never rolled before either.” He laughed “No I've never rolled before.” you reply while playing with my fingers nervously. “I’ll show you. Don't worry.”

After putting the weed on the paper and rolling it up he held the blunt to your face. “Stick your tongue out, doll.” Your stomach fluttered at the new nickname. You stuck your tongue out while he held the blunt up to your mouth. He moved it around your tongue for it to stick. “That's my pretty girl. See it's that easy.” He smiled.

Pulling the blunt back from your mouth to get the lighter from his drawer. He lit the blunt before taking a big hit of it and blowing it out his mouth and nose. Pulling me by your hips so you could sit on his lap. Ignoring the feeling of something resting under my butt...for now.

“Here now all you have to do is inhale. Just take a deep breath and hold it in for a bit then exhale,” he explained effortlessly. You listened leaning into the blunt he held in his hand. I wrapped my lips around the blunt and took a deep inhale before exhaling with a few small coughs. “Good girl” he breathed with a deep but mellow voice while rubbing small soothing circles on your back. Continuing the cycle of taking hits from the blunt, you started to feel the high effect your body.

“I want to try something,” he said before taking another hit of the blunt then leaning in and embracing your lips in a kiss while blowing the smoke in your mouth. You kept your eyes open stunned by what was going on before giving in and closing your eyes and kissing him back. You pulled away to exhale the smoke without coughing this time.

Before turning back around to face Toji. You stared at each other for a few seconds until Toji grabbed your chin and gently kissed you again. You didn't hesitate in kissing him back. Sliding his hand down to your neck before squeezing causing you to release a gasp making it easier for him to deepen this kiss. The kiss was sloppy but.. passionate.

He lets go of your hips grinding you down onto his bulge. You moan at the friction his bulge is giving you. “M-More Toji.” You breathe out. He understands and pulls back noticing the way you were still grinding down on his covered dick with your eyes closed. He grabs the ends of your shirt before speaking

“Doll open your eyes for me.” you opened your eyes slowly staring at him before understanding what he was trying to do. You nodded your head. He lifts your shirt taking it all the way off before unclasping your bra and inspecting the way your nipples hardened because of the cold air.

Bending his head down he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. Swirling and sucking around the brown bud. Grabbing his black silky hair pulling him closer to my chest.

“Mmmm shit” You breathe out. Releasing your nipple with a pop before moving to the right one. Twisting and pinching the left one in his other hand. Leaning back some before flipping you over onto your back and continuing the kiss.

Moving his head down to your neck carrying on his attack to my neck licking, sucking, biting on my mocha-colored skin. Breaking the kiss to pull off the rest of each other's clothes leaving both of you bare-skinned.

Feeling something big and warm brush against your leg, you squirm. “Get on your knees doll” Toji breathes out. You rise up off the bed listening to his instructions and crawling on your knees.

Already knowing what your next actions would be Toji leans back taking hold of his dick and rubbing it across your lips. Sticking out your salivated tongue wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock.

“S-Shit your mouth feels so good” Toji moans, Biting his lip hard enough for blood to form. Squirming at the feeling of a pool of wetness forming on your pussy, sliding down your legs. Toji notices your squirming, making him stop your actions on his cock.

Lifting you off your knees pushing you to lay on your back knocking a gasp out of you. He slides his fingers down your torso tracing the top of your pulsing clit. Rubbing his two thick fingers up and down the outline of your labia, bucking your hips up hoping for more friction from his fingers. “ Your a little impatient thing arent ya,” he says. “Fuck Toji ..stop playing with me.“ you say. still moving your hips in a circular motion.

Listening to your whines and assessing your facial expressions for more, he pushes his fingers in with ease. “F…feels so good Toji..f..fuck” Fucking his fingers through your gummy walls fastening his pace, finding your g-spot. “FUCK TOJI r..right there. Right fucking there.” You sigh. “Oh? Right here?" Fucking his fingers into you faster yearning to see your pussy oozing with cum. " That's my girl, look at you dripping all over my hands.”

Dipping his head down to place sloppy wet kisses on your clit, speeding up your orgasm. “Toji I’m close..I'm gonna c-cum im cum-” you whimper feeling your orgasm crash down on you like a building. Not stopping his attack on your puffy clit. The overstimulation makes you squirm and close your legs around his head.

Opening your legs back up, releasing his head from the cage you put him in. Finally, remove his fingers from your wet walls with a small whine from you. The empty feeling has your pussy clenching around nothing but air.

“I want more..please Toji. I want more.” you breathe out. “I know you want more sweetheart but I dont think you've begged for it enough” Toji smirks starting to rub small circles on your clit.

Batting your eyelashes and poking out your lip, rubbing your thumb over his wet tip you beg him to fuck you already. “Fuckk you've.. gotta stop making that face doll.” he groans. “Please..P..Please fuck me. I need it badly.”

Giving in to your begs for him to fuck you. He grabs his dick tapping it at your entrance teasing you by slipping just the leaky tip-in. “Toji stop teasi-Ah” Cutting off your sentence by slipping his dick through your folds. Not giving you any time to adjust to his size he slams at your entrance.

“F-Fuck Toji not so fast” you whimper. Wrapping his hand around your neck he asks “I thought you wanted more? Hm? You don't want it anymore..because I can stop.” Starting to slip his dick out of your folds you stop him. “N..No keep going. Please,” you beg. “Slipping his dick back into your folds he continues ramming at your entrance

“Feel good huh?” he grunts. “Yes, it feels so..so good.” Grabbing your chin he sticks his thumb in your mouth. “Suck f’me slut” Your pussy clenches at the name. “Oh? You like being called a slut huh?” he smirks, fastening his thrusts, caging you in with his arms. You suck his thumb wrapping your tongue around it.

Taking it out of your mouth with a pop he snakes his thumb to both of your nipples pinching them with his fingers. Moving the action down to your protruding clit rubbing softly but enough to increase the feeling of your soon-to-come orgasm. He’s fucking into you so deep that it has tears welling in your eyes, having no thoughts of stopping any time soon.

“You're being such a good slut f’me. So nice and tight f’ me” Grabbing your hand and placing it on your stomach he asks “Can you feel me doll, can you feel how deep I am in this cunt”. “Yes, I f-feel it in my tummy.”

The new pressure added to your stomach causes your legs to wrap around his torso. Pleading and begging for more. Getting difficult for you to breathe with each hard stroke of his cock. Your face is wet from tears and drools forming at the ends of your mouth.

The wet slaps cancel out the sound of music from downstairs. Toji feels that your close clenching down onto him painfully, not wanting you to cum just yet. He stops his thrusts earning several whines from you. Pulling out of your dripping cunt he flips you onto all fours, pressing his cock back into you with no effort. Pounding into your cunt with no mercy.

“You gonna cum hm? Let go for daddy. Let go f’me” he grunts. Listening to his words you clench down onto his cock once more “Ohh-fuck..d-daddy i'm cumming,im cumming t-toji” you cry. You couldn't help the words that came out of your mouth anymore nor did you care.

A white ring coating the tip of his cock and juices dripping down his torso. Chasing his release he speeds up the pace of his thrusts. Whining underneath him, mouth trying to form words. Trailing kisses on the exposed skin of your body. He was close, not letting up his strokes.

“You gonna take all my cum doll? Fill you to the brim?” he whispers into your ear muskily. “Cum-please- fill my pussy with yo..your cum” you beg. Chills crawling up Tojis spine from the words slipping out of your mouth.

“You sound so pretty when you beg doll” Pinning your legs back, even more, stuffing his cock deeper into your pussy. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, vision going black. You clenched around his cock so tightly that it was hard for him to keep moving.

Pressing one last kiss to your lips before reaching his high, releasing his load into your cunt. “Fuck..this pussy is made for me. and only me.” he breathes out. Releasing your legs gently from behind your head.

“You took me so well sweetheart,” he says, Rubbing soothing circles on your hips. “But I'm not done with you just yet,” he says grinning. Getting behind you spreading your legs open once more. “Toji I’m tired I dont think I can take anymore” you interrupted grabbing his forearm.

“Yes you can..and you will.” Fucking his fingers against your gummy walls for the second time this night. Loving the way your pussy clenched around his fingers. He knew only he could make you feel this way—no cum this way.

Your inner thighs are ridiculously wet from his previous actions. Moving in between your legs once more. He lays his tongue flatly against your clit. “Mmmph Toji it's too much I c-cant take it” you cry.

“You take what I give you,” he says sternly. “Understood y/n?” You nod your head but that's not what Toji wanted. “Words doll, I need words.” he grabs your chin making you turn and look at him. “Yes, I understand. I’ll take what you give me,” you respond breathlessly.

Sucking on your clit even harder than before. Juices dripped down his chin and onto the bed. “Toji something else is coming..stop,” you say trying to squirm away from his touch. “Hm? You gonna squirt f’me doll. Huh?”

Adding a third finger to your clenching hole has you arching more towards his fingers. Taking his other hand slapping at your clit. “Cum for me and cum hard sweetheart” he insists

“T-Toji shit s-shit, I think I-I'm cumming again.” With that last sentence, you do just what he said. Clear liquid spraying on his fingers and the black sheets. Your body trembles in his hands as you cry from the overstimulation. Still pumping his fingers into and rubbing circles on your puffy clit letting you ride out your orgasm.

“Good fucking girl. You did so good f’me” he praises rubbing your sore thighs. He gets up walking to his bathroom to go grab a warm towel. Coming back rubbing the dried-up cum off your body. Body tensing and whimpering at how sensitive your body still was. “Shh I gotcha. You did such a good job” he whispers.

“Y’know I would like to get to know you y/n..outside of the bedroom. Would you?” he says. Not getting a response from you he turns around realizing you've fallen asleep. Noticing how cute you look sleeping mouth open still trying to catch your breath.

He laughs, crawling into bed with you wrapping his arms around your torso, placing the sheets over the both of you turning the lights off in the process.

Before falling asleep he places a small kiss on your forehead. “Goodnight doll. I told you you'd have the time of your life, didn't I” he says, dozing off with you.

#Spotify #toji smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jjk x black reader #black y/n #anime x black!reader #toji x black reader #anime x poc!reader #anime smut #jjk smut #jjk fanfic #jjk nanami

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redbootsindoriath · 3 years

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Here are some Legolas sketches or whatever, I dunno, for some reason I keep drawing him lately.

Top drawing is him freaking out about the Balrog. Bottom drawing is him convincing whomever’s in charge on the west side of the ocean that he should be allowed to keep his emotional support dwarf, who cares if they’re usually not allowed over here, this is a cool dwarf, talk to Galadriel or something because I’m sure she’d say it’s okay--

#gimli #legolas #the man the myth the legends #one shiny #my trash #heck yeah bromance #contraband twizzlers #just go read the book #/end classification tags #i promise SOMEDAY i will get around to explaining the crop tops #there is in fact a reason #honestly he's one of my top favorite characters ever to do costume design for #because of the crop tops #(this isn’t the only reason for the crop tops of course but i wanted to say it anyway)

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atlafan · 4 years

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Regular Thing - One Shot

a/n: okay, here’s bouncer!Harry, or bouncerry as I like to call him. this turned into a longer thing than I thought, and it’s a no strings attached type situation. there is A LOT of smut, enjoy! (reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated) not proofread, sorry!

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 14K

Being a bouncer in a college town wasn’t Harry’s intended career of choice, but it was a decent enough gig while he was in grad school. He was sort of over partying and boozing himself, so he didn’t feel like he was missing out much. It was fun at first, letting people in, turning others away. He took his job very seriously, never giving into the people that would flirt with him when the bar had reached capacity.

“Sorry, you’ll have to wait until some people leave.” He would say to them. The girls would push their boobs up and try to look as convincing as possible, but it never worked on Harry.

That was how the beginning of the night usually went. He’d stand outside for a few hours checking ID’s, and listening to the chatter of the people that would come out for a smoke or for some fresh air. He sometimes had a co-worker outside with him on the busier night, but most of the time it was him. Then he’d head inside and help grab empty glasses and survey the scene for overly drunk people. The bartenders would nod towards specific people and Harry would get them the fuck out.

It was tough at a college bar because people would often come to the bar already smashed. Their parties would get ruined by noise complaints, so everyone over twenty-one would come down to have some more fun. That’s not to say people wouldn’t try to sneak in, that’s when more of the flirting will happen.

“I just wanna dance with my friends, please? You can even stamp my hand.”

“No can do, come back in a few months.”

Harry was going for his MBA, and wanted to be a business owner someday. He got paid well as a bouncer, especially since he had boxing experience. His boss knew he could take care of business when need be. His boss, Greg, had taken him under his wing. Not only did Greg own the bar, but he also owned some off-campus apartments. He told Harry once he had his MBA a property manager job would be waiting for him. It would be an incredible start for Harry as buying and selling homes was something he really wanted to get into. He even wouldn’t mind owning the bar, or some bar, himself one day. He had time to figure it out.

For now, he was perfectly complacent working Tuesday through Sunday (technically Saturday, but the bar closes at 1:30AM), getting free drinks and food when he wanted, and listening to music. Luckily, his classes were either online, or in the afternoons, some were even weekend intensives, all of it was manageable.

Y/N worked at the university in town, also going for her master’s, but was only able to do so through her benefits as an employee. She didn’t get to go out that much, pretty much only when her friends were in town. One of her good friends, Mike, was in grad school for biology, and when her friends would come to stay with him, he’d invite her out. She had explained that unless it was a small thing at his place, or a night at the bar, she couldn’t really party with him or them if it was somewhere else. Nothing would look worse than her boss seeing her on barstool sports, hammered and popping her ass at some off-campus party where there could easily be people underage. It just wasn’t worth the risk.

Y/N only had guy friends, who she just referred to as her boyfriends. It wasn’t on purpose, it just sort of happened. She started hanging out with them her junior year of college when they were seniors, and they all just clicked. She had dated one of them earlier in the school year, but none of them put two and two together until later. She sort of absorbed them as a friend group, and the one she dated never really came around much.

Mike: hey, Y/N! The boys are coming into town this weekend. We plan to go to the bar Friday and Saturday night, will you come out???

Y/N: hey! Omfg I’d love to!

Mike: great! Can’t wait to see you

Y/N: same here, who exactly is coming?

Mike: Danny, Rob, Drew, and Conor

Y/N: amazing!! It’s gonna be a great weekend

There was a local band playing tonight. Harry didn’t love the way they sounded, and most people couldn’t wait for them to finish their set so the dance floor could open up, but it was a nice break from all of the overplayed music. The DJ on Fridays always spun the same tunes.

It was starting to get a little colder out at night, and even though Harry had been doing this a while, he still couldn’t quite understand how some of these people came out half dressed. People were coming in herds, and Harry had to turn a good chunk of them away. There was a $3.00 cover charge to see the band, but no one ever carries cash, and Harry couldn’t let them in without the cover. Simple as that.

He noticed this girl walking down to the entrance by herself. She had her hair up in a cute ponytail that flowed, and she was wearing skinny jeans with some booties, the jeans look to be high-waist. She was wearing a wind-breaker and a crop top. Not totally bundled up, but certainly more sensible than what many of the other people inside were wearing. As she got closer he could tell she had some light makeup on, but her eyes were done up. Whatever shadow she had on made her eyes pop.

Y/N had been to this bar many times, but not in a long time, and never at the hour Harry worked. Or maybe she had, but she had never really noticed him. As she approaches she gets her ID out and ready.

“Hi.” She smiles at him and hands him her ID to check.

Clearly not already intoxicated, good sign, he thinks to himself.

“Evening.” Harry mutters as he shines a small light on the ID, double checking it before handing it back to her. He catches her name; Y/N.

“Thanks.” She starts walking towards the door.

“There’s a cover tonight, three dollars.”

“What?” She scoffs. “Very funny.”

“Not kidding, we have bands a lot on Friday nights now…”

“Shit, it would have been nice for my friends to let me know, I would have stopped to get cash.” She fishes her phone out of her pocket. “And there’s never any service over here, ugh.”

Normally Harry would turn someone like this away, he would tell them where the nearest ATM was, and to have a nice night. But she looked up at him with wide eyes, and he couldn’t help himself. He sighs heavily and then speaks.

“Do you plan on drinking once you’re in there?”

“Well, yeah, obviously.”

“If I let you in, do you promise to tip the bartenders really well to make up for the three bucks?”

“Are you serious?” She perks up. “Yeah, of course!”

“Alright, go ahead.” He nods towards the door.

“Really?”

“Yeah, have fun.” He smiles, something he rarely did to the patrons.

“Thank you so much.” She smiles back and heads inside.

“Mate…” Niall, the other bouncer says. “Did you just let a girl flirt with you to get in?”

“No.” Harry scoffs. “I felt bad for her, that’s all. She looked panicked. Her friends clearly didn’t communicate with her properly.”

“Right.”

Inside, Y/N makes her way around to find her friends. She grins when she sees them all sitting down at a high top. She walks up and smacks Mike’s arms.

“Could have told me there was a cover.” She pouts and he gets up to hug her.

“Sorry, we didn’t know either. The bouncer made us go to an ATM.”

“It’s fine.” She says as she sits down and puts her jacket on the back of the seat. “He let me in for free.”

“Of course he did.” Conor rolls his eyes. “And don’t sit down, you have hugs to give out.”

“You’re right.” She giggles and gets up to hug all of her friends.

“We got you a drink already, at least.” Danny says, sliding it over to her.

“Ah, thank you, boys.” They all clink their glasses and get to drinking.

The band wasn’t terrible, but Y/N was definitely ready to dance with her friends. As soon as they packed up, and the DJ got on the turntables, they all made their way to the dancefloor. Y/N loved dancing with her friends, they always made her laugh, and the sleezy guys around usually left her alone. She could feel how lit she was and she knew she needed to slow down. Harry was at the point in the evening where he was standing inside, scoping out the scene. You walk by him giggling with Drew, you needed some fresh air and he needed a smoke.

“Shit, it’s cold out.” She says as she unties her jacket form around her waist.

“Mm, these keep me pretty warm.” Drew smirks as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“That’s a nasty habit.”

“I only smoke when I drink, chill.” He chuckles. “You offered to come outside with me.”

“Certainly wasn’t going to do it alone.” You wobble a bit as you stand. You hear a song you love come on and you both look at each other.

Drew puts his cigarette out, and you both run back inside, whipping right by Harry. He notices how your friends are people he made go to the ATM earlier. He also noticed they were all guys. He figured you weren’t dating one of them, if you had a boyfriend you probably would have said so, and if you had a proper boyfriend he either would have come with you to the bar, or would have waited for you outside.

“Hey, Greg wants you outside again.” Niall says.

“Why?”

“Because I guess the town cop is coming tonight to make sure people leave safely, and Greg knows you won’t say something stupid to him.”

“Oh, Tom’s coming? Love that guy, he’s so chill.”

“If you say so.” He shrugs.

“Alright, I’ll go back out.” Harry sighs and goes back out, pretty much forgetting about Y/N until it was 1:30 in the morning, and she was walking out with her friends.

She was laughing hysterically about something, and Harry was making small talk with Tom. She stops short in front of Harry.

“Hey!” She smiles.

“Y/N, come on.” Mike tugs on her arm.

“Hold on.” She scolds him and looks back at Harry. “I did what you said.”

“Which was what?”

“Tip the bartenders well.” She bats her lashes at him. “You let me in without the cover, which was super nice, so I wanted you to know I did what you said.”

“Oh…um…good, thanks.”

“Come on, Y/N, I’ll give you a piggy back ride back to the apartment.” Mike says and she immediately gets excited. Y/N hated walking anywhere while she was drunk.

Harry watches as she hops on the man’s back, and wraps herself around him happily as the group walks up the small hill to the street.

“Don’t think I’ve ever seen you at such a loss for words.” Tom nudges him. “Thought the college girls didn’t affect you.”

“They don’t…and she’s not just some college girl, she’s a little older, I saw on her license. She’s around my age.” Harry shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter, I’ve never seen her before, and I’ll probably never see her again.”

Or so Harry thought when she came strolling down with all of the same guys. This time around she had a ripped pair of black skinny jeans on, not so high-waist, Harry could see her belly piercing, and she was wearing a white crop top. Her hair was half up, and flowed down her shoulders. She looked pretty, gorgeous really. All of them were giggling over something, and it was already 11:30, so Harry assumed they had already started drinking.

“Hello.” Y/N smiles and hands him her ID.

“Evening.” He says as he shines the light over the card. “All set.” He says as he hands it back.

“No smile tonight?”

“Go inside, would you?” He says as he checks the other ID’s.

“Too bad.” She giggles. “You have a nice smile.”

“Y/N.” Rob hushes her and leads her inside.

“Hear that, mate, you got a nice smile.” Niall jokes.

“Shut up.” Harry grumbles and crosses his arms.

The boys all wanted to play pool, which Y/N sucked at, so she just happily stood by sipping her drink, swaying to the music. She munches on popcorn, and notices Harry going around collecting empty glasses and bringing them behind the bar. She notices how he smiles at the bartenders, letting them nudge him playfully.

He looks over and sees her looking at him and his eyes widen. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she keeps looking at him. She smiles and bites the straw in her drink, and his face flushes before turning away. Harry wasn’t an easily flustered man, so he was extremely confused. When he looks over in that direction he finds her cheering on her friends. He wondered why you weren’t playing, billiards weren’t that difficult.

Later on when she was on the dance floor with her friends, they point over to the door where Harry was effortlessly carrying someone out.

“Damn, that guy must have been fucked up!” Danny says.

“Yeah!” Mike says.

“I wonder how I could get him to pick me up like that?!” Y/N says and the boys laugh.

“Are you gonna try to pick him up?!” Conor says.

“Not tonight, it’s boy’s night!” She backs her ass up to Drew and he laughs as he dances with her. “But maybe another time, he’s cute!”

“Last night was boy’s night.” Rob scoffs. “Go on and get yourself some.”

“Maybe when he’s less busy.” She laughs.

Harry was about to go on a fifteen minute break as he was carrying some empties to the glass racks. Right when he was walking back to the main area, he bumped into someone, causing them to spill their drink on the floor.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“Oh! No, that was my fault, I…” Y/N looks up at Harry. “I should have been more careful.”

“Can I get you a new one?” He rubs the back of his neck.

“Really, it’s okay, not that much spilled.” Harry nods at her. “So…you work here, that’s cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Saw you toss that guy out, does that happen often.”

“Maybe a couple times of week.” Harry shrugs.

“You seemed like you were in a hurry, am I keeping you from something?”

“No, I was just headed for my break.” He looks her up and down, she was so pretty, and maybe it was the couple of shots he had in his system, but he was feeling more bold than usual. “There’s an office in the back I usually go hang in for a bit…it’s quiet.” He steps a little closer to her.

“Do you wanna show me?”

Harry nods at her and she smiles. She follows close behind him to the back office. Now, normally this wasn’t something Harry did. Hooking up with drunk girls while he was barely inebriated himself wasn’t an activity he participated in often. Having worked at the bar for a good chunk of time now, though, he’s able to tell that she’s fine. She can stand on her own feet fine, and she’s not wobbling around.

“How many drinks have you had?” He asks as he closes the door, locking it.

“This is my second.” She says as she places it on the desk.

“And before coming down?”

“Just a couple of shot.” She shrugs. “How long is your break?” She walks towards him.

“Fifteen minutes.”

“And how would you like to spend that little chunk of time?” She says as she presses her hands to his chest.

Harry’s answer is to cup her jaw and lean down to kiss her, which she happily accepts. Her lips were sticky-sweet with the cranberry juice from her drink. He runs his tongue over her bottom lip before sucking on it. She tugs on his shirt as she balls it up in her fists. His hands move to her hips to walk her back towards the desk.

“Is this okay?” He whispers against her lips.

“Yes.” She smiles up at him. “You’re right, it is quiet in here.”

Harry smirks at her and attaches his lips to hers again. Her hands splay across his back, and she runs her nails down the length of him. She’s back up against the desk with his leg between her. His hands slide down to her ass and he squeezes what he can, getting a gasp from her.

“Um, what’s your name?” She says as he kisses from her jaw to her neck.

“It’s Harry.” He mumbles against her.

“I’m Y/N.” She grunts as his teeth graze her soft skin. “That feels good, but I don’t think you have time for all that.”

He moves to look at her, eyes pleading to have him just touch her already.

“You really wanna do this?” His asks as he grips onto the waistband of her jeans.

“Yes, would have tried to last night, but I was way too fucked up.”

“And you’re not tonight?”

“Nope.”

“How do you want it?”

“Just bend me over the desk.”

A soft groan leaves Harry’s lips. He undoes her jeans, and slides his hand inside to get a feel for her, and her back arches. She bites her bottom lip as his fingers graze over her folds.

“Just wanna make sure you’re wet enough for me.” He kisses her again as she grinds against his hand. She whines when he takes his hand away. “Turn around.” She nods and braces herself with her palms gripping the edge of the desk.

“Wait!” She says and rummages through her purse. “Condom.” She gives him a shy smile as he takes it.

“Good catch.”

He tears it open with his teeth and undoes his belt and zipper, tugging his boxers and pants down just enough to get his hard dick out. He rolls the condom down his length. You tug down your own jeans and panties. The lights in the office were dim, so neither of them felt over exposed. It was the perfect atmosphere, really.

He sucks his fingers into his mouth and reaches between her folds again, finger her for a moment or two just to make sure she was good to go.

“Please.” She whimpers as she looks over her shoulder at him.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

Harry nods and grips her hips as he slowly pushes inside her. Y/N’s mouth falls open as he keeps feeding it into her.

“Oh my god.” She breathes.

“Alright?”

“Yeah, you can move.” She looks at him briefly. “And remember, you have to be quick.”

“Want it fast, is that what you’re telling me?” He smirks and she nods with hooded eyes.

Harry pulls almost all the way out and slams back into her. She gasps, but she encourages him to do it again. And he does, over and over until he gets a comfortable rhythm going. He was drilling into her, but she seemed okay. He snakes an arm around her chest so he can grope at one of her breasts. She arches into him, and her head falls back against his shoulder. He licks into her mouth while his other hand works to rub her clit. She moans into his mouth, and he hooks an arm around his head to tug at his hair, causing him to moan into her mouth. He slows his pace up to focus on her. She was moving her hips in sync with the motions of his fingers on her clit.

“Fuck.” She groans. Her breathing gets heavier and faster and she bites his bottom lip to stifle her cry. She bucks into his hand as she climaxes.

“Okay.” He breathes, and pushes her back over the desk. He grips both of her hips and gives it to her full forces. “Good?” He grunts.

“Y-yeah!” She gasps. With each stroke he was hitting deeper and deeper, brushing her g-spot. “D-don’t stop.”

He could feel his orgasm bubbling at the base of spine, and his stomach was starting to tighten. She was squeezing around him, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last, especially when he looks down at the way her ass bounces back against him.

“Shit, fuck.” He moans out as he releases into the condom and he gasps when he feels her squeeze around him again, another release of her own coinciding.

He pulls out of her slowly and wraps the condom in a tissue before throwing it away. He didn’t need Greg giving him a tough time. He pulls his pants back up all the way and watches as she does the same.

“Sorry, I don’t have any rags in here, uh-“

“It’s okay, I’ll just go use the bathroom.” She wipes his fingers under eyes and looks at herself using the camera on her phone. Her voice was a little hoarse now, so she takes a sip of her almost forgotten drink. She makes a relieved noise once the cool liquid hits her throat. “Look at that.” She says, pointing to the clock on the wall. “You’ve got two minutes to spare.” She winks and leaves him standing there.

“Holy shit.” He says to himself as he makes sure the office is in order. He scarfs down a granola bar, and heads back into the bar. He looks for Y/N, he wanted to make sure she was okay.

There she was, back on the dancefloor with her friends. She was grinding back against one of her friends, who could only assume was one of her friends, he could easily be her second fuck for the night. Harry furrows his brows and then snaps out of it. It was a simple one-night-stand, if one could even call it that, he felt good after his release.

Last call on a Saturday night never failed to irritate Harry. There was usually a few different girls that stayed until the last second to try to pick him up, but he never went. Those girls were usually way too drunk, and it just wasn’t worth it to him. He was behind the bar now, helping the bar tenders get the last few orders in, and square up some tabs. He sees Y/N walk up to the bar with one of her friends.

“I’ve got it, Y/N.” Conor says.

“No, you’re not paying for me again.”

“Technically Danny got all the drinks last night.”

“Yeah, so it’s my turn.”

“Your money’s no good. Hey, man, put everything of hers on Donovan.” Conor says to Harry and he nods.

“No! I can pay for my own drinks!” She laughs at her friend. “You’re the worst.”

“We’re just taking care of you, Y/N.” Conor puts his arm around her and she leans her head on his shoulder.

“Here.” Harry slides the card and receipt to Conor. He looks at Y/N and she looks at him, a grin growing on her face, and a blush growing on his. “Have a good night.” He says more so to her.

“I don’t think it could get much better than it already is.” She says to him.

“Not true, we’re gonna go stuff our faces with pizza and have a group snuggle, what’s better than that?” Conor says to her as he signs the slip and leaves a decent tip.

“Oh, god, yeah, I really need to snuggle right now.” She says to her friend with a pout.

“I’ll bet.” He winks at her and leads her away from the bar.

Harry’s face turns beat red. Did she tell them what she went off to go do? He didn’t want rumors being spread that the bouncer fucks. He needed to keep some authority, after all. People start leaving, and others linger until the lights flip on at closing. Harry helps clean up and gets everyone out of the bar. He hadn’t seen Y/N again, but that was okay.

“So, you had a good break.” Niall teases him as they head to their apartment, which was conveniently just above the bar.

“What do you mean?”

“Saw you go into the office with that girl.”

“So what if I did?” Harry shrugs. “Not like you haven’t done it before.”

“Oh, I’m not judging at all, please know that. I’m more so just shocked. Usually you shoot every person that flirts with you down.”

“I know, I don’t really know what came over me, but she was hot so.” He shrugs again. “I’m going to bed, I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sure you.” Niall nudges him as they make their separate ways to their rooms.

Y/N woke up spooning Rob, and with Drew spooning her. Not the most unusual way to wake up with her friends. She felt gross as she sat up. She was cozy in some borrowed sweats, but there was an ache in her stomach and between her legs. The stomach was easily from the amount of sugar she had from the cranberry juice in her drinks, and between her legs, well, a sexy bouncer comes to mind for that.

Everyone slowly gets up and they all decide to go out for brunch, just like old times. They laugh and reminisce over the fun the weekend brought them all.

“Wait, so did you really hook up with that dude?” Mike asks.

“Mhm.” She giggles as she sips her coffee. “It was good too.”

“Define good.” Rob says.

“I had two orgasms that I didn’t have to conjure up myself, I’d say that’s pretty good.” She says bluntly and they all laugh.

“Do you think you’ll try to see him again?” Conor asks.

“Oh god, I have no idea. I have no reason to go to the bar unless you all are here.”

“You could always go down with Mike on trivia night or something.” Drew says.

“Mm, no, I don’t like going out on work nights. I’m always way too tired the next morning.”

“You don’t have to drink. Come on, when was the last time we went to trivia night?” Mike says.

“True…maybe next week? I don’t wanna seem too eager, you know? I’m not really looking for anything serious right now, and I don’t need him thinking I’m stalking him.”

“Don’t force her, man, if she just wants it to be a one night stand she can leave it as that.” Danny says.

“See, he gets it.” She says.

Harry had thought of the pretty girl he fucked in his boss’ office only a couple of times, and then he slowly let her slip away. He had class and schoolwork to occupy his head. The same could be said for Y/N. Harry had left some after affects, but he slowly faded in her mind as well.

Well, it had faded until she was mindlessly swiping through Bumble one night, and she came across his profile. Even if she hadn’t already met him, she would have liked him. He really did have a nice smile, and his pictures weren’t the standard douchebag pictures. She decides to swipe right and see what happens. She wasn’t sure how often he used the app, if at all, but she was interested to see if she’d see anything from him.

On a Sunday evening, after getting some homework done, Harry went on to Bumble to see if he had any notifications. He used the app less and less as he didn’t want to accidentally hook up with someone that might be too young for him. His eyes widen when he comes across Y/N’s profile.

“So she is from around here.” He says to himself. He had thought maybe you had just come into town for that weekend for some fun with friends. He takes a leap of faith and swipes right. He smirks when he sees it’s a match.

Harry preferred Bumble to the other “dating” apps out there. He never wanted to make someone uncomfortable, so he liked that the girl had to message first.

Y/N was just getting out of the shower when she saw the notification from Bumble that she had a new match. Her jaw drops when she sees that it’s Harry.

Y/N: let’s go out on Friday night…I matched with that bouncer on Bumble…but I’d rather talk in person

Mike: sounds like a plan to me! I’ll be the perfect wingman

Y/N: don’t think I exactly need your help for that lol

Mike: maybe you can be mine then

Y/N: deal

Harry had completely forgotten about the Bumble thing until he saw Y/N strolling down the hill with Mike. She gets her ID ready for him.

“Is there a cover tonight?” She asks him. His gaze on her was intense, like they both knew about the giant elephant looming around them.

“No band tonight.”

“Ah.”

He checks Mike’s ID, and the two go inside. The sit down at the bar after Mike makes up a bowl of popcorn.

“Don’t let me drink too much.” She tells him. “I’m gonna try to nurse a vodka-lemonade for a bit.”

“You got it. Hey, maybe you could give me another shot of showing you how to play pool?”

“I’m looking to get laid again, I don’t need to make a fool of myself, Michael.”

“He could think it’s cute, maybe he could teach you.”

“He’s on the job.”

After the nightly rush, Harry’s relieved from the cold, and comes inside to do his other duties. He gathers up empty glasses, cleans up anything that’s spilled, and goes behind the bar. He notices Y/N about halfway done with her drink.

“Are you gonna want another?”

“I could certainly use another blue moon.” Mike grins at Harry and he nods.

Y/N watches as Harry’s muscles flex as he pulls the tap. He grabs an orange wedge to put on the lip of the glass and slides it over to Mike.

“Thanks.” Mike throws a couple of singles on the bar and Harry pockets them.

“Well?”

“Trying to get me drunk?” She smirks. “Thought you might like me a little more sober.”

Harry smirks and leans on the bar so he can talk a little closer to her.

“Don’t tell me you came all the way down here just to see me again?”

“Maybe.” She shrugs and takes a careful sip of her drink. “What time you off?”

“Two.”

“Places closes at 1:30…”

“Mhm, and then I have side-work. You don’t have to wait if you don’t want to.”

“No…I’ll wait.” She looks at her watch. “It’s only a couple of hours anyways.”

Harry nods and walks away to get back to work. Mike gives Y/N a thumbs up of approval.

“Well, if you won’t play pool with me, will you at least go dance with me once I’m done with this drink?”

“Oh, without question.”

There were plenty of people on the dancefloor. Y/N didn’t love coming to the bar often, only because sometimes she’d run into some of her student workers and it could get a little awkward. For the most part, things seemed safe. She was having a great time with Mike, but her eyes kept scanning the room for Harry. Once in a while they’d lock eyes and smile awkwardly, fully knowing what was most likely going to go down at the end of the night. When 1:30 hit, she let Mike go square up his tab so she could chat with Harry.

“So…” She says as she approaches him. He was putting chairs on top of tables.

“Mine or yours?” He asks bluntly. “I live right upstairs, but if you felt more comfortable at your place then-“

“Yours.” She smiles. “Yours sounds good.” Y/N didn’t like bringing men home that she didn’t know all that well. His place was better.

“Okay.” He looks around the bar and furrows his brows. “You gotta get rid of your friend, we’re not really supposed to let a lot of people hang around.”

“Oh, alright, well, where should I wait?”

“Take a seat at the bar, it’s fine.”

She nods and goes over to Mike to say goodnight. He winks at her and tells her to call if she needs anything. Niall was running around with Harry mopping the floors and cleaning everything up while the bartenders cleaned up the bar. They gave Y/N a couple of knowing looks, but other than that no one seemed phased that she was waiting for him.

“Hang down here a minute.” Harry says to Niall. “I’d like to get her in my room first.”

“Say no more, I’m actually headed to a little cutie’s of my own.” Niall winks. “Have fun.” He says as he heads out.

“Y/N?” She turns to look at him. “Ready?”

“Mhm.” She smiles and follows him up a set of stairs.

Harry unlocks the door to let them both in and she looks around. It was a decent enough set up.

“Can I get you anything?” He asks as he closes the door.

“No, I’m all set.” She presses him against the wall and wraps her arms around his neck. “There’s really only one thing I want from you, anyways.”

He leans down to kiss her, and her fingers lace through his hair. His hands slide down her sides to her butt, to the backs of her thighs.

“Jump.” He says, and she does so. She kisses on his neck as he carries her to his room.

He doesn’t bother with the light, he just kicks his door shut, the only light in the room coming in through the shades from the street lights. He gets her on his bed and they both work to get each other’s clothes off. He gets her jeans off and she lays back as he kisses on the fleshy parts of the tops of her breasts. She tugs his shirt off and runs her hands up and down his torso. She could just make out some of the tattoos he had. Interesting, she thinks.

“You have condoms?” She asks as he unhooks her bra.

“Yeah.”

She hum in approval and lets him continue getting to know her body. He swirls his tongue around one of her nipples before sucking on it. His hand goes between her legs, and rubs her covered clit. She feels him pull the material to the side, and then she feels him slip his middle finger in, the cool from his rings causing her to gasp.

“You were really tight last time, did I hurt you?” He mumbles against her neck as he gently sucks on her skin.

“N-no, I would have told you if it hurt.”

Harry kisses her as he slides another finger inside her warm center. Her mouth falls open as his thumb rubs her puffy clit. She reaches between them, and pets him over his boxers. He groans into her neck and starts pumping his fingers faster, curling them, hoping to find that spot of hers.

“Oh, oh!” She gasps. “Just like that, oh fuck, please don’t stop!” She has to clutch at the blankets on his bed to ground herself.

He kneads her breast with his other hand, and wraps his lips back around her other nipple, consuming just about all of her senses. She was panting and moaning and squeezing around his fingers. He feels her pulse around him and her legs twitch as she comes to her release.

“Shit.” She breathes with a smile on her face. “You’re good at that.”

“Don’t it’ll go right to my head.” He smirks. “Let me go get a condom.” He kisses her forehead before getting up to rummage through his desk drawer.

Y/N wriggles out of her now drenched panties, and tosses them somewhere on the floor, and gets more comfortable on his bed. As good as the office sex was she was sort of happy to be somewhere they could do a little more.

“Ready for me?” He asks as he gets on the bed.

“Mhm.”

He parts her legs and gets situated between them, running his tip along her folds and clit. She lifts her hips towards him, and it makes him good knowing how impatient she was. He pushes inside her and bottoms out.

“Jesus!” She gasps.

“You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts as he starts to move.

“I think you’re just big.” She moans as he rocks in and out of her. “Not complaining though.”

He comes down closer to her, and hooks one of her legs under his arm to thrust in deeper. It has her head rolling back. She gets a fistful of his hair and he moans as she tugs on it.

“You like that, huh?” She says into his ear and she feels him nod yes. Harry nibbles on her earlobe before responding.

“What do you like?” His deep voice in hear ear was enough to send her flying to the moon.

“God, anything you wanna do to me I think I’d like.” He moves to look at her with a raise eyebrow. “Within reason of course.”

“Wanna get on top?”

“Sure.”

He pulls out and shifts to sit up against the headboard. She was a little surprised since most guys liked to lay flat when she rode them, but she wasn’t going to watch him on it. She swings her leg of his lap to properly sink down on him. When she starts to move he stops her.

“I wanted you on top, that doesn’t mean you need to do anything.” He pecks her lips and thrusts him into her, her mouth forming an ‘O’. “Deeper, yeah?”

“Yeah.” She licks into his mouth as he grips her hips to move her on and off his cock. “Fuck.” She whispers in his ear. She was going to come soon, and she knew it. She wanted to hold on a little longer, but she also just really wanted to let go. “H-Harry, fuck, I-“

“Go on, come, Y/N.”

She cries out into his neck, tugging his hair maybe a little too hard. She just misses the moan he lets out as he spills into the condom. They stay there like that for a moment before she gets off him.

“Bathroom?” She says, reaching for the shirt he was wearing earlier.

“Just down the hall on the left.”

“Great, thanks.” She slips out the door and Harry gets his boxers on after throwing the condom out. She comes back in and shines her flashlight on the floor to find her clothes. “It’s really late, you can crash if you want.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” She says. “I’ll sleep better in my own bed. Besides, the last thing I need to run into any of the students on my way home in the morning.”

“Do you, um, work at the university?” He hadn’t even thought to ask.

“Yeah.” She tugs her jeans on and snatches her shirt from the floor.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t you message me after matched?”

“Oh.” She blushes. “I don’t know…I like doing these things in person better.”

“Me too. I only swiped to see if you did.”

“So, you’re not, like, seeing anyone else?”

“Not on the regular, no. What about you?” She shakes her head no at him. “Do you want my number?”

“And what would I do with it?” She smirks.

“Use it to give me a heads up if you’re coming to the bar or…or if you just want me after one of my shifts.” She bites her bottom lip and hands him her phone. He puts his number in and texts himself. “Can I give you a ride home or anything?”

“No, I’m parked right out on the street, actually, but thank you.”

“Well, let me at least walk you out there.”

“Okay.”

Harry throws on some sweats and leads Y/N out. He walks her down to her car, and he presses her up against it, kissing her before letting her go. Once her car is out of sight he heads back up to his room. He wasn’t sure how often they’d communicate, but at least he knew if she didn’t feel like waiting for him in the bar, they could just plan it out better.

Y/N didn’t want to come off as greedy or clingy. She didn’t want to text him every time she felt like getting railed, but she couldn’t stop thinking about his dick, or how he used it. He was careful and aggressive all at the same time. She could tell he respected her, maybe all women in general, just by the way he would check in. It was a wonder to her how no one else was fucking him, well, maybe they were. Just because he said he didn’t have anything else on the regular didn’t mean he didn’t have an assortment of numbers in his phone. The following Saturday night she couldn’t sleep, and before she even had a chance to text him, he texted her.

Harry: you up?

Now, usually a text like that would make her eyes roll out of her head, but it was nice coming from him. He was clearly up because it was one in the morning and he was working. If anything it was courteous.

Y/N: yeah

Harry: how come?

Y/N: couldn’t sleep

Harry: maybe I could come tire you out when I get off work

Y/N: you know, I love a home remedy as opposed to taking a pill, so that sounds good to me, I’ll text you my address

Harry: 👍

Y/N bites her bottom lip and springs out of bed. She wanted to tidy up a little before he got there. Maybe they could just fuck on her couch or something. She wasn’t sure if she wanted him in her room just yet, but it might not be up to her when he gets there. She’d let him fuck her where he wanted. She wanted to make herself look cute, but she wasn’t sure how much he’d really care. She decides to change into a tank top and shorts as she waits for him.

Around 2:15AM there’s a knock on her door, jolting her awake from the couch.

“I’m getting too old for this.” She says as she rubs her eyes. She gets up and opens the door for him. “Hi, Ha-mph!”

He cuts her off by cupper her jaw and kissing her. He kicks her door closed, and picks her up.

“Sorry I’m late, where’s your room?” The girl simply points him in the direction of where to go and she lets him carry her there. “I even tried to leave early, but these idiots were causing problems.” He says as he gets his shoes and socks off, along with his shirt. “I had to break up this fight and it was a whole thing.” He unbuckles his belt and lets his pants drop to the floor.

“No worries, I figured you’d get here eventually.” She shrugs and works on getting herself naked. “You promised to help tire me out, after all.”

“That I did.” He smirks and pulls her towards him for a searing kiss.

Harry pushes her back on the bed, and kisses down her body. Her skin felt soft and smelled cocoa butter, she must have put lotion on before he got there. He looks up at her just as he reaches her naval.

“Can I?”

“Can you what?”

“Eat you out.”

“Oh! Um, only if you really want to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“Well, yeah, but only if you want to also. I don’t like when guys just do it to do it, you know?”

“I can assure you that’s not the type of guy I am.”

“Okay.”

He kisses and sucks on her inner thigh, marking her up, and then he licks a flat stripe up her center. He does this a few times, just getting a feel for how she tastes, and then he swirls the tip of his tongue around her clit.

“Shit.” She breathes. “Found it pretty fast.” She pushes some hair out of his face as he smirks up at her.

“S’not rocket science.”

Before she can say anything she’s gasping as he sucks on her clit. She gets a grip on his hair as she grits her teeth. He works her up, almost to the brink, and then he drags his tongue around her folds. He licks into her center and she cries out from the warm feeling of his tongue. His thumb rubs circles into her clit as continues to give her the best head she’s ever had. Every time he moaned against her she moaned louder. She couldn’t believe he was enjoying it so much. Her legs were starting to shake around him and she just wanted to close him in around her, but he had his other hand pressed firmly on one of her thighs to keep her open.

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Her back arches off the bed as she comes on his tongue. He laps her up before kissing up her body. “Let me put my mouth on you too.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He lays down next to her. “But come sit on me and I’ll do you at the same time.”

“Fuck, really?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N feels giddy as she situates herself over Harry’s head. She leans forward to get him out of his boxers. His hard dick slaps back against his stomach. She spits into her and grips him. She feels him jolt underneath her and she chuckles. She wasn’t sure how she was supposed to concentrate on giving him a blow job while he was slurping away at her again, but she’d do her best. She gives him a few pumps before wrapping her lips around his tip. He groans into her and squeezes the backs of her thighs. She sinks lower on him and bobs up and down. She has to dig her nails into one of his thighs to keep herself from gagging on him. She decides to focus on sucking his tip and pumping the rest.

“I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” He tells hers, but she doesn’t let up. He starts panting and fingers her because he just can’t use his mouth on her right now.

“Oh, fuck, don’t’ stop.” She pops off him to say and then goes back to sucking him off.

She comes around his fingers just as his hot come shoots up into her throat. He hears her gulp as she swallows and then she licks his tip clean. She rolls off him and giggles, he giggles too, and she props herself up on her elbows to look at him.

“What?”

“Think that’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh.”

“Chalk it up to being lightheaded.” He sighs. “Just give me a minute, and then I’ll fuck you.”

“If you’re too tired, we don’t have to-“

“M’not tired, I just need a second.” He gives her ankle a squeeze.

“Want some water?”

“Sure, that’d be great.”

She gets up and quickly shuffles into her kitchen to get a glass of water. She takes a sip first before going back into her bedroom. She hands it to him and he thanks her. She knees onto the bed and sits next to him.

“You have condoms?” He asks.

“Mhm.” She reaches over into her bed side table takes one out.

“Alright, I’m ready if you are.” He says, taking it from her.

“If I lay on my stomach, will you get on top and fuck me from behind?”

“Uh, yeah.” He clears his throat. He liked a girl that was blunt and forward.

She smiles and gets on her stomach for him. He parts her lips and slides in, she was still plenty wet. She groans into her pillow as he rocks in and out of her. He snakes his hand between her and the bed to rub her clit.

“God, you’re so attentive.” She says, looking over her shoulder at him in amazement.

He smirks at her and gives her a bum a smack before pushing her head back down into the pillow. His chest was flush with her back, and they were moving in a perfect rhythm with each other. She was white knuckling her blankets feeling the damn about to break again.

“Oh, shit, fuck, Harry!” She cries out as she comes again. He gives her a few harsh thrusts before he fills the condom up. Once he pulls out she rolls onto her back. “Trash is over there.” She breathes, pointing to the can in the corner.

“Thanks.”

“I’ll be right back.” She gets up and slips out to use the bathroom. He’s just pulling his boxers on when she comes back. She throws on a large tee shirt to cover herself up a bit.

“Tired now?” He smirks at her.

“Very.” She chuckles. “Um…it’s, like, almost four in the morning…you can stay if you don’t feel like driving.”

“Oh, um, that would be great actually…if you’re sure.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind.”

Harry nods and stands up.

“Bathroom?”

“Just outside the door on the right.”

“Thanks.”

Y/N hadn’t let a guy sleep over in a while, but it would only be for a few hours, so it wasn’t that big of a deal. Harry comes back in a few moments later smelling like mint.

“Used some of your mouth wash, hope that’s alright.”

“It’s fine.” She smiles and gets settled into bed with him. “Well, goodnight.”

“Night.”

She rolls over and he turns with her, spooning her. She adjusts into him, getting especially comfy, and before she knows it, she’s drifting off, and so is he.

The next morning, Y/N wakes up to the sounds of Harry rustling about getting his clothes on.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s okay.” She yawns with a stretch of her arms. “Do you want me to make some coffee or…?”

“No, I’m gonna crash when I get back, I just wanted to get out of your hair.” He runs a hand through his hair. “That was fun, last night.”

“Mhm.” She smiles and curls up in her blankets. “It’s been fun every time.”

“What if, uh, I mean, would you want to make this a regular thing? My schedule is the way it is, so relationships are tough, but this…is easier.”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t want a relationship right now, but having sex with a hot guy is certainly something I’d like to continue doing.”

“So that’s a yes?”

“Yes.”

“Cool.” He smiles and knees onto the bed to peck her lips.

“What time does your shift usually start? Not that I don’t love waiting up until after two in the morning, but I’m not usually awake that late.”

“Oh, right, um, I usually go in around seven. I help out at the end of the dinner rush. Get the place set up and all that.”

“I usually get out of work around 4:30 most days…”

“I typically have Sundays and Mondays off too, just FYI.”

“You know, I think this could work out well.” She smiles.

“So do I.” He kisses her again before getting off the bed. “I’ll text you later, or, I don’t know maybe you could text me first.” He says sarcastically.

“I was actually going to text you last night, but you got to me first.” She giggles.

“Right.” He rolls his eyes. “See ya later, Y/N.”

“Bye, Harry.”

“You’ve been exceptionally chipper lately.” Y/N’s colleague, Lilly, says at lunch on Monday.

“I’m getting laid, that’s why.” Y/N was close with Lilly, it wasn’t unusual for them to have a conversation like this.

“Oh? With who?”

“Do you ever go down to the Yard Dog?”

“The bar where all the students go?” She laughs. “No.”

“Okay, well I go there when my friends come to visit because it’s nostalgic for us, you know? Anyways, there’s this bouncer that works there…and one thing led to another one night and I fucked him in the back office of the building.”

“Oh shit.”

“I know! And then we matched on Bumble a little later, so I went to the bar again, and I waited for him and we fucked at his place, and then the other day he came to my place. We have a regular thing going now.”

“Damn…is it the British guy?”

“Yeah! His name is Harry, do you know him?”

“Yeah, I recruited him for the MBA program.” Lilly worked with international students at the graduate level. Y/N worked in grad admissions as well, but at the domestic level. “I told him to look for a job down there, guess he listened.”

“He’s nice enough, quiet, and sort of intimidating, but he’s nice to me.”

“Well, that’s all that matters.” She laughs. “When do you think you’ll see him again?”

“I don’t know…I was thinking of texting him to come over tonight because he doesn’t work on Monday nights…is that too eager?”

“No way. It’s been established that you’re using each other for a specific service, I say go for it.”

“Right, like, it’s just sex, it’s not like I need to make him dinner or anything.”

“Don’t offer him any food at all. As soon as you share a meal with the person you’re sleeping with, it becomes more.”

“Shit, you’re right…good call.”

“It’s what I’m here for.”

After lunch Y/N goes back to her office and contemplates texting Harry. It really shouldn’t be this difficult, they agreed to make it a regular thing, she should be able to just let him know what she wants.

Y/N: hey, Harry…are you free around 7 tonight?

She sent it, and took a deep breath. It’s fine, this is fine.

Harry: I can be, my place or yours?

She nearly squeals when she sees the response.

Y/N: could we do mine if it’s not too much trouble?

Harry: no trouble at all, see you then

“I could give him some wine or something.” She says to herself. “I know I’ll need to have a glass.”

Y/N wasn’t sure what she should wear. Should she stay in her work clothes, which she looked awfully cute in, or should she put something sexier on? Would he even care? She groans to herself as she goes to change into a nicer set of underwear. Maybe he’d appreciate some lace.

“I should really go shopping for some lingerie.” She huffs. Y/N did, however, have a silk robe, so that paired with the lacey underwear would be good enough.

She goes into her kitchen and gets two glasses down, and fills one just under halfway with some sweet red wine. She takes a generous sip, and sighs. There’s a knock at the door, and she goes to answer. She has to keep herself from drooling when she sees him. He was dressed so differently. Usually he was in all black, but tonight he was wearing a long sleeve blue shirt with the first few buttons undone, and a dark blue pair of jeans. He was wearing a black jacket to tie the whole thing together along with a beanie.

“Hey, come on in.” She smiles as he steps inside.

“Getting bloody cold out.” He says as you close the door. “You look cozy.”

“Cozy?” She pouts at him.

“Cute.” He says as he shrugs his jacket off. She unties her robe to slightly reveal how little she has on underneath. “Sexy.”

“Much better.” She giggles. “Would you like a glass of wine or anything?”

“No, thanks.”

He grabs her and holds her from behind. He kisses her cheek, her jaw, and then her neck. She cranes it to give him better access, and he walks her over to the couch. He slides her robe off and turns her around.

“Very sexy.” He pecks her lips. “You wore this for me?”

“I just wanted to look nice.” She starts unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. “Let’s go to the bedroom, it’s comfier.”

Harry nods and follows her in. He cups her jaw as she undoes his pants, and he licks into her mouth. She palms him over his boxers, and he bucks closer into her hand.

“Really wanted my dick tonight, hm?”

“Mhm.”

She puts her hands on his hips and pushes him to sit down on the bed. She sucks on his bottom lips and kisses her way down his stomach until she’s on her knees in front of him. She tugs his boxers off and looks up at him as she wraps her lips around his tip. He runs a soothing hand through her hair and keeps it out of her face for her. She sinks lower on him before popping all the way off and taking him in her hand. She brings her lips back to his tip and just rubs it around her low lip before licking over his slit.

“Feels amazing, Y/N.” His head rolls back momentarily, but he doesn’t want to miss a second, so he forces himself to look back down. “I don’t wanna wait to fuck you…”

She sucks on him a little longer before getting back up. She takes a condom out from one of the cups of her bra and hands it to him as she wiggles out of her panties. She unhooks her bra and lets it drop to the floor. He grabs her hips and turns her around. She sits in his lap as he lines himself up and she moans out. He reaches around front to rub her clit while she moves up and down on him. She turns to face him and she licks into his mouth. She swallows a groan from him. His other hand kneads her breast, and he kisses on her shoulder, biting down just enough to make her gasp. Her head rolls back to his shoulder.

“H-Harry.” She whimpers.

He thrusts up inside her, and she loses all control. She lets him move her, bounce her, whatever she wants. His fingers on her clit felt incredible. Y/N had hooked up with plenty of guys, but Harry was so different. He was attentive. He asked the important questions, and nothing more. She didn’t need to get to know him other than his body, and he felt the same way about her. This was perfect.

“Y/N I’m gonna come.” He grunts into her ear.

“M-me too.” She pants.

She feels him fill up the condom just as she’s coming around him. He peppers her neck and shoulder with kisses before he helps her off of him. She grabs a tee shirt to throw on while he grabs all of his clothes to get dressed.

“Thanks for coming by.” She says as she walks him to the door.

“Thanks for the invite.” He smirks as he gets his beanie back on.

“I felt bad since it was sort of short notice.”

“Gave you my number for a reason, didn’t I? Never be afraid to use it.” He hooks an arm around her waist and pulls her in for a kiss. “Have a good night.”

“You too.” She smiles and so does he. He leaves shortly after that.

Y/N finishes her glass of wine, takes a shower, and puts herself to sleep. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Things continued you like that for a few weeks. Sometimes Y/N would go over to Harry’s before his shift for a quickie, or if she could stay up, he’d zip over to her place after his shift. If it was a particularly late night, they would sleepover, but other than that they wouldn’t. Not that the either didn’t offer, they were both polite people.

“You seeing that girl again this weekend?” Niall says to Harry as he whips up dinner on Thursday.

“No, I have a weekend intensive, I’m getting an elective out of the way.”

“Are you still working?!”

“I am tonight, but I have Friday and Saturday night off. I couldn’t pass up the tips on ladies night.”

“I hear that.” Niall sets a plate of pancakes in front of Harry.

“Thanks.” He takes a bite. “Do you think I should let her know I won’t be around this weekend?”

“Like ahead of time?”

“Yeah, like, what if she texts me expecting me to come right over and I can’t? I’d feel bad.”

“You could just sext with her.” Niall smirks as he takes a bite of his own pancakes. “You said she was pretty good at that.”

“She’s better than good. She’s a fucking wordsmith.” Harry smiles. “But I’ll be working on the rest of the projects for class, so I won’t have time for that either.”

“So give her a heads up, then no one needs to feel rejected.” Niall shrugs.

“Maybe I should tell her in person, I’m a gentleman after all.”

“Or you wanna bone one more time before having to focus on school.”

“Let’s go with both.”

Harry: wanna come over quick before my shift?

Y/N: god yes, stressful day at work, definitely need the distraction

Harry: cool, come by whenever

“She’s coming over, make yourself scarce.” Harry says to Niall.

“You got it, I’m actually going down to bus some tables for a little extra money.”

Y/N comes over to Harry’s about twenty minutes later, and barely gives him a chance to say hello before she’s kissing him. He carries her to his room, and finally gets a breath in.

“How do you want it, Y/N?” He says against her lips as his hands slide down to her ass.

“I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me so hard I forget my own name.”

Both of his eyebrows shoot up.

“Shit, you really did have a stressful day, huh?” He caresses one of her cheeks.

“Yeah, I did.” She bites her bottom lip. “But I didn’t come here to talk about it.”

He kisses her again and starts undoing her pants. He knew what she needed, and he was happy to give it to her. Normally he would have taken more time to prep her, but he really did need to be quick so he wasn’t late for work. Once they’re both naked, and he has a condom on, he bends her over his bed, and pushes inside her. She clutches at the blankets as he slams in and out of her.

“Just like that, fuck, Harry!” She moves her ass back against him to feel even more, and it makes him moan out.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He grunts. “Like it when I give it to you like this?”

“Yes!”

“I want you to come for me.”

“I’m really close, just keep going.” She was starting to pant and squirm.

“Yeah? You’re close?”

“So close, I..oh fuck!”

She releases around him, and he spills into the condom shortly after. He pulls out and helps her stand up. She faces him and wraps her arms around his neck. She slots her mouth over his and he groans into it.

“Fuck, I…I wanna go again, but it would look bad to be late when I live right here.”

“No, it’s okay, um…I’m gonna be busy this weekend, like, I’ll even barely be on my phone.”

“Me too, actually, it’s why I invited you over tonight.” He smiles and steps back to throw the condom away. She starts putting her clothes back on.

“How kind of you.” She laughs as she wipes the smudged makeup under her eyes.

“Feeling better?” He asks as he puts his own clothes on. The ones she’s more familiar with.

“Yeah, thanks.” She smiles. “It’s too bad you have to get right to work.” She puts her hands on his shoulders. “These black shirts look too fucking good on you.”

“Really? I always thought it was the tight jeans.” He smirks.

“That too, your ass is perfect.” She gives him a little pinch and pecks his lips. “Guess we’ll just talk next week?”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

“Okay, have a good weekend.”

“You too.”

Harry sighs happily as he goes into his bathroom to fix his hair before his shift. He grabs his jacket and heads down to go outside and starting manning the door. It was the same as ever, lots of pretty girls flirting with him, and him having to turn half of them away because they’re underage. Later on Harry and one of the bartenders to take bets to see who Niall was going to take home later.

“What about you?” Ryan says. “Gonna try to get lucky?”

“Nah, got my fill earlier.” Harry says as he wipes down the bar with a rag. “Plus, all these girls are wasted, you know I don’t play that.”

“True, you’re definitely one of the good ones.” He claps his hand on Harry’s shoulder and gives him a squeeze before going to grab more empty glasses.

Harry didn’t see it like that. Guy or girl, if someone was drunk, he declined any offer he got. It just didn’t feel right to him.

Y/N had the day off from work Friday, but only because she had a weekend intensive for grad school. It was an elective she was trying to get out of the way. All of the other classes she had to take were online, but she thought it would be nice to just get this over with in a weekend. It would be a class of twelve people, she just hoped it wouldn’t be awkward.

She gets into the building, and finds the classroom. A couple of people were there already. She finds a spot to sit down and set her things up. There was a poster that was due on the first day. Weekend intensives involved a lot of prep work. She gets her laptop out and sips on her coffee.

Harry was exhausted. He didn’t get off work until nearly 2:30 because people didn’t want to leave the bar. When his alarm went off, he was not looking forward to spending the day with a bunch of people he didn’t know. He was interested in the subject matter, and almost excited to present his poster, he just could have easily done it all in an online class. His eyes were too tired for contacts, so he goes for his glasses. He throws his beanie on, a sweater, and a nice pair of jeans, and heads out. He grabs a cup of coffee before heading for the academic building. He walks in and scans the room. There were a few people there. His eyes widen when he sees Y/N. He wasn’t sure what do. Should he ignore her? Should he sit next to her? Before he can decide she happens to look up and make eye contact with him. He sighs and makes his way over to her table and sits down.

“Thought you just worked here.” He says as he sets his things down.

“I do…but I’m also in grad school. I’m taking this as an elective.”

“Same here. What program are you in?”

“Education, you?”

“MBA.”

“Nice.” She nods. “And here we were thinking we wouldn’t see each other all weekend.”

“Mm, lucky us.” He smirks.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses.” She rests her chin on her palm.

“Something tells me we’re going to get to know each other fairly well in the next forty-eight hours.” He leans back in his chair with his arms crossed. “You okay with that?”

“I don’t quite think I have a choice. It’s not the end of the world, it’s sort of nice to know someone.”

“Yeah, we could grab lunch or something.” He says it nonchalantly as he takes his laptop out of his bag.

“Yeah.” She nods. “Or something.” She winks at him and he smiles as he rolls his eyes.

The professor comes in shortly after, and has everyone sit in a circle. Everyone explains what program they’re in, why they’re in grad school, and what career aspirations they may have. Y/N and Harry were already learning a lot about each other. For example, he thought it was extremely ironic that Y/N recruited students to come get their grad degrees, and she herself didn’t have one yet.

Next, the professor had them all work on a craft project. They had to build these towers that had all these different components. They could listen to their own music and just work away. Harry and Y/N occasionally glanced at each other, but they did their best to focus.

“Okay everyone, it’s time for lunch! Afterwards, we’ll come back and present our towers.” The professor says.

They look at each other awkwardly.

“Our break is an hour and a half.” Harry says to her.

“I don’t need that long to eat, do you?”

“Nah, well…” He smirks at her and she blushes.

“I don’t live that far from here, um…if you wanna just come to my place to eat.”

“Sure.” He shrugs. “Want me to drive, or?”

“No, I can.” She grabs her keys and he follows her out.

Once they’re in Y/N’s apartment, he’s got her laying on the couch with his head between her legs. She tugs at his hair as she squirms underneath him.

“I-I thinking you were hungry than you let on!”

He groans against her in response, and slides two fingers into her as he sucks on her clit. He looks up at her/ She looks down at him, confused for a moment, and then her mouth falls open when he slides a third finger inside her. He pumps them in and out of her slowly to not hurt her. His tongue flicks back and forth on her clit, and she tugs harder on his hair.

“H-Harry!” Her back arches as she comes. He sits up and licks his lips, and his fingers, before undoing his pants. He tugs them down enough to get his dick out. “Condom.” She breathes and points to the side table.

“You keep them in your living room now?” He chuckles as he reaches into the drawer to get one.

“Are you making fun of easy access?”

“Not at all, you’re resourceful.”

He rolls the condom on and moves to hover her. He pushes inside and she wraps her legs around his waist. He bites her bottom lip and sucks on it as he rocks in and out of her. He bottoms out and she gasps. He smirks against her lips and keeps thrusting into the same spot.

“Oh my god.” She moans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“Right there?”

“Yeah, right there, don’t stop.” Her breathing gets heavier, and he can feel her tightening around him. She cries out as she comes, and he follows suit.

On the drive back to campus things are quiet, but not uncomfortable. They both head into the classroom, and sit down. Harry takes out the lunch he packed and digs in, Y/N does the same. Once everyone is back, the professor has the class present their towers. It was an oddly emotional experience. Some tears were shed, and there was no judgement whatsoever. Y/N was stunned when it was Harry’s turn. He got choked up when he had to talk about his family. It was just him and his sister. They both needed a change of scenery, so he came to get his grad degree in the states, and she moved to France. That was about all he was willing to say, which was fine.

After the towers are done, there’s a quick bathroom break, and then they get into the poster presentations. Harry found Y/N to be extremely intelligent. She clearly knew what she was talking about. He briefly wondered how such a smart, beautiful girl could be single. Then again, he knew how little free time there was while working full time and going to school. He knew he didn’t have time for a relationship, anyways. Nor was he emotionally available enough for one, but that was a separate story.

“I want to thank you all for the wonderful work you did today. Nothing to work on tonight, as I know today was draining. Tomorrow, we’ll be talking about the readings that were assigned ahead of time.”

It was 8PM, and Y/N was exhausted. Harry happened to park in the same lot as her, so he walks her to her car.

“That was better than I was expecting.” She says.

“Yeah, wasn’t terrible. Sort of flew by.”

“I can’t wait to crawl into bed and just pass out.”

“Same here.” He hits the unlock button for his car. He runs a hand through his hair. “Well, see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow.” She smiles. “Thanks for the afternoon delight earlier.”

“Please, it was my pleasure.” He winks and opens his car door.

“Harry, wait, uh…”

“Yeah?”

“You live above the bar right?”

“Um…yeah?”

“Well, it’s bound to be pretty loud, how will you sleep?”

“Noise cancelling headphones.”

“Oh.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was thinking you could come back to place if you wanted.”

“Thought you were ready to pass out.”

“I feel like I’m so exhausted that I won’t be able to sleep.” She laughs. “Would be nice to be able to roll over and have the person there that’s usually good to make me fall asleep.”

“I like the way you think. Let me just grab some clothes from my place and then I’ll head over.”

“Sounds good.”

Harry comes over to Y/N’s, and needless to say after a couple rounds they both sleep pretty well. He was snuggled up against her when her alarm goes off.

“I need to shower.” She yawns. “Feel free to sleep a little longer.”

“I could go for a shower, actually.” His hand drifts down between her legs and she starts rubbing her folds.

“Please tell me you wanna fuck in the shower.”

“I wanna fuck in the shower.”

“Race you!” Y/N kicks the covers back and sprints to her bathroom. Harry wasn’t too far behind.

Once they’re in the water, he has her pressed up against the wall. He fingers her, slow at first, and then he picks up the pace. She wraps her hand around him and pumps him at the same time. Her other hand squeezes at his chest, leaving crescent shaped marks behind. They come at the same time, and then take turns actually showering.

Harry gets dressed while Y/N is still in the bathroom, doing her morning skin care. He stands in the bathroom doorway for a moment.

“So, I’m gonna head out, you good?”

“Yeah, go on.” She waves him off. “See you in a little while.”

“I’m gonna grab coffee, do you want anything?”

“No! No, um, that’s okay, I’ll just make my own here, uh, thanks though.”

“Alright.” He shrugs. “See ya.”

Harry sits next to Y/N again in class. She enjoyed listening to him speak about the readings. She shouldn’t be surprised at how articulate he could be. Sometimes when they sent explicit texts her would write these paragraphs describing the things he would do to her.

It was another long day. This time around, Y/N was truly exhausted, and wasn’t in the mood to fuck, so she doesn’t offer to Harry to spend the night again, not that he was expecting her to. He walks her to her car, and they say goodnight.

Sunday was a half day, and time for reflection on their final papers. As they were packing up at the end of class, curiosity takes over Y/N.

“So, how many more credits do you need?”

“Not sure, honestly. I just know I have another year and half. What about?”

“I have, like, five more classes to take. I can only do a couple per semester. I’m done until end of January, which is nice.”

“I wish more of my classes were online. I have a class that meets twice a week in the afternoons, so my break won’t start for another few weeks.”

“Do you…see your sister often? Like, will you spend the holidays with her?”

“Y/N, we don’t have to do this.” He says as he slings his bag over his shoulder. They start walking out together.

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestures between them. “I sort of like that we don’t know a ton about each other. It makes it easier just to meet up and do what we do, you know?”

“Oh! Yeah, I completely agree…I just…” She stops when they reach their cars.

“You’re a compassionate person, I can see that. I do see my sister. We FaceTime when we can, and we take turns visiting. I spend the holidays with my roommate, he’s one of the other bouncers. I’m going to France for a bit this summer when I’ll have more free time. Any other questions?” He smiles at her.

“Nope, that’s about all I wanted to know.” She smiles back. “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

Mike: the boys are coming to town this weekend, be ready to get fucked up!

Y/N: god bless, I love boys weekend!

Y/N goes over to Mike’s Friday night, and they all pregame before heading to the bar. As they approach, she realizes she forgot to give Harry a heads up that she was coming. His eyes widen when he sees her.

“Where’s your coat?” He asks immediately.

“I…didn’t need it.” She blushes.

He rolls his eyes as he checks everyone else’s ID’s.

“It’s cold out…” He frowns at her. “And you’re wearing a crop top and jeans.”

“Don’t worry, dude, we’ll keep her plenty warm.” Drew says and throws an arm around her shoulders. “Let’s go.”

She giggles and goes inside with her friends. It puts a sour taste in his mouth. Obviously he didn’t own her, and he knew they had to be just friends, but he wondered if she had a past with any of them.

Y/N and her friends do three rounds of tequila shooters before hitting the dance floor. Harry was at the point of the night where he was inside the bar helping out. One of the bartenders snaps her fingers at him and points at two idiots who were demanding to be served more. Harry grabs Niall and they make the people leave. When Harry gets back inside he sees Y/N on the dancefloor grinding against Rob, and Conor. They were all laughing, but he didn’t like what he was seeing at all. If she needed something to grind against, all she had to do was ask.

“I’m gonna go to the ladies room!” She shouts at them, and leaves the dance floor to go wait in line.

She sees Harry and who she assumes is Niall walk by everyone and pound on the door. Harry kicks the door open and finds three people doing lines off the bathroom counter.

“Jesus Christ.” Niall groans. “You can’t be doing that in here!”

Harry and Niall grab the guys, and they struggle at first, but they get them out of the bathroom.

“Now we have to fucking call the police.” Harry says as he basically picks one of them up by the back of their shirt. “Tom’s gonna love this.”

“Doing fucking drugs in the bathroom, grow up boys.” Niall says and Y/N watches as they get them out of the bar.

“Holy shit.” She says to herself.

Around last call, Y/N sees Harry behind the bar cleaning up. She goes up and sits down on one of the few open stools. She taps her finger nails on the bar and he looks at her. She pouts and bats her lashes at him.

“You can come up later, but I’m not fucking you.”

“Why not?”

“You’re drunk.”

“We’ve had sex before after I’ve been drinking.” She scoffs.

“Not like this, you’ve had a lot. I saw the tab.”

“So then why would you want me to come up if we can’t fuck?”

“Because…I…where would you go otherwise?”

“Back to Mike’s.” She points over at her friends. “We do, like, a group sleepover when they come visit, it’s fun.” Harry scrunches his face slightly at that. “What?”

“You all stay in the same bed?”

“No, don’t be silly, I usually end up sleeping in Mike’s bed with him, and one of the other guys. We did it a lot when we were all in school together.”

“Is that all you did?” Harry plants both of his hands on the bar and cocks his head. “With them?”

“Are you asking me if I’ve ever slept with one of them? Because that’s really none of your business.”

“From the way you were dancing with them I didn’t even think you’d be looking to go home with me.” She starts giggling and smiling at him. “What?”

“I just didn’t you could get any cuter, and here you are being a jealous little thing.”

“I’m not jealous.” He scoffs.

“Really? So it wouldn’t bother you if I went back with all of them, and tugged one of them into the bathroom with me, and got all hot and naked?”

“Nope.” He smirks. “Because you’d be thinking of me the whole time, babe.” He leans forward and pecks her lips. “Or am I wrong about that?”

“So I can really come up when you’re done?”

“Yeah, but no hanky panky.” She bursts out laughing at that.

“I am totally down to just cuddle.”

“Better tell them that.” He nods towards the group of boys and she turns around. She waves goodbye to them and they all give her a thumbs up. “They’re a supportive group, huh?”

“You have no idea.”

Y/N was doing her best to stay awake, sipping on some water at the bar, while Harry was running around cleaning up. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment when she feels his hand on her back.

“M’all set.” He says.

“Okay.” She yawns. “Think I’m sober now if you wanna get a little frisky.” She wobbles a bit as she gets on her feet.

“Mhm, yeah.” He chuckles. “Come on booze-bag, let’s get you up to bed.”

“Heyyy, don’t be mean.” She swats at his chest. “I only drink like this when my boyfriends come to town.”

He rolls his eyes as he helps her up the stairs to his apartment. He gets her into the bathroom first, using a warm washcloth to help take her makeup off. She giggles and sighs as he does so. Harry could be really gentle when he wanted to be. He gives her some privacy when she needs to use the toilet, and then he leads her into his room.

“Alright, you can have the Kiss shirt for bed.”

“Oh, my favorite!”

He chuckles and helps her out of her clothes, and into the bed shirt. He strips down to his boxers and gets into bed with her. She lays her head right on his chest.

“Why didn’t you wear a coat tonight?”

“I got drunk at Mike’s and felt too warm to wear it when we made our way to the bar. Why do you care so much?”

“I saw on the news once that a lot of college girls get sick or get hypothermia from not dressing warm enough on their ways to parties or whatever. It’s scary.” She shifts to look up at him. He moves some hair away from her face. “I got nervous when I saw you walking up.”

“You were worried about me?”

“A little.” He clears his throat. “But to be fair, I worry about everyone I see dressed like that.”

“Mm, nice save.”

“Shut up.” He smirks. “You’re only here so I can fuck you in the morning.”

“Got that right. You could fuck me now if you wanted.”

“No, I couldn’t.” He strokes her cheek. “It wouldn’t be right.” He says softly. “Try and sleep, yeah?”

“Okay.” She mumbles and nuzzles into his chest.

He plays with her hair until her breathing evens out. He rolls over onto his side, and he feels her tighten her hold around his stomach. It had been quite some time since Harry let someone spoon him, but right now it just felt nice. He puts his hand over hers, just to give her a comforting squeeze, but she ends up lacing her fingers with his. He doesn’t pull away, he just lets it be. He knows he’s fucked now, of course, but he tells himself he’ll worry about it after some sleep.

Part Two

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clanoffetts · 3 years

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someday. | paz vizsla x fem!reader

Chapter V

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synopsis: Paz Vizsla finds himself stuck on Dantooine with a broken ship and no credits. Luckily, he finds you, a mechanic that will fix his ship for passage to Hosnian Prime. Over the course of your time together, a courtship blooms.

warnings: none? i think?

word count: 2.5k

Han Solo could be punctual when he really wanted to. He really didn’t care to be, though. Leia had told him they had guests, and she’d like him back on Hosnian Prime in time for brunch. Han Solo didn’t care to have brunch with what he’d assumed were diplomats or royals. And diplomats and royals didn’t really care to dine with Han Solo.

“I’m sorry Han is so late,” Leia said, sitting next to you on the couch as you wrapped a braid around the crown of her head. “I should’ve known, I guess.”

You laughed a little. “I counted on him being late. I don’t know Han like you do, but I know him well enough.”

Leia smiled. Of course you knew Han well enough to count on him being late. Leia blames her forgetfulness about you on pregnancy, but she knows it was the time apart. She’s more than excited to bridge those gaps.

“I don’t want Mando to feel disrespected,” she said. “I know he’s important to you.”

You smiled at the mention of Paz. “He won’t feel disrespected, Leia, I promise. He knows who Han Solo is, you know. He’s a bit of a hero to those who do, uhm, illegal things.”

“Mando does illegal things?”

You shrugged. “He has.” Paz had smuggled things when the Tribe was really struggling and bounties were low, he had told you as your conversations got deeper.

“Well, I guess we have, too, technically,” Leia says. “And Alderaanian girls like bad boys. That’s what my mother used to say.”

You laughed and shook your head. “Let’s go ahead and eat. I don’t think Han would be mad if we started without him.”

“Alright, I’ll go tell Threepio we’re ready,” she said, standing up and smoothing her grey dress. “You go get your Mando, if he’d like to join.”

“I’m sure he will,” you say, standing up as well. Earlier that morning Leia had brought some comfortable lounging clothes to you, and you’d chosen loose grey pants and a matching crop top. You’d slipped on some house shoes to go with them. You and Leia had been braiding each other's hair while waiting for Han, something sisters on Alderaan held sacred and learned to do for all hair types and lengths. The braids both of you wore in your hair carried a deeper meaning today.

You caught a glance of yourself in the hallway mirror as you went to get Paz. You looked like a woman from Alderaan again. It was bittersweet, reminding you of years past. But it was also comforting, being wrapped in Alderaan again was daunting when you first arrived, but maybe it wasn’t so bad.

You knocked on the door of the aptly named Blue Room. “Paz? Can I come in?”

“One second,” he calls, voice unmodulated. You could hear him walking across the room to put on his helmet. A moment later, his voice rings through the vocoder telling you it’s safe.

You open the door as he’s strapping on his thigh plates, cuirass and pauldrons already in place. “I don’t think all that’s necessary,” you say. “Leia says it’s very secure here.”

“Maybe it’s not,” he says, fiddling with the clasp. “But this is the Way, kebiin’ika.” You nodded. You still didn’t know much about this Way, and you doubt you’ll ever fully understand it.

His visor is trained on you, he’s looking you up and down. Paz’s face grew warm as he admired your clothes, new and soft and classic Alderaan white. And your hair, kriff, it’s beautiful and intricate. You look very different to how you looked on Dantooine when he first met you, but just as beautiful. And even more relaxed. “You look very nice,” he said, silently cursing himself for saying something awkward.

Your face grew hot now. “Thank you, Paz,” you smile up at him. “That’s very sweet.”

“Just telling the truth, mesh’la,” he says.

“We’re going to eat breakfast, if you want to join,” you say, changing the subject away from yourself. “Han isn’t here yet, though.”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll join you,” he says, motioning you to go out the door first. Paz was relaxed today, and you wish his clothing could reflect it. He deserved to wear soft flowy fabrics so he could feel the breeze of Hosnian Prime and feel the soft fabric of Leia’s many couches and chairs. But maybe that wasn’t what he wanted, what he wanted was to wear his armor.

Leia was sitting in the sunroom at the back of the house, plates of small sandwiches and eggs cooked all types of ways and plenty of other foods lay out on the table before her. She stood up when the two of you entered the room, royal protocol continuing to persevere after all these years. “Good morning, Mando,” she says.

“Goodmorning, your highness,” Paz says with a bow of his head.

“Good!” C-3PO says as he brings in a kettle of tea. “You’re catching on, Master Mandalorian.”

Leia shakes her head with a laugh. “Don’t worry about the protocol, Mando. I don’t want to be too proper in my own home.”

Paz just nods, moving to sit in the chair next to yours. He’s eyeing the sandwiches, wishing he could have one, but in his four decades he’s gotten used to the temptation of food and to the long days without food.

You pick up a sandwich, some fruit, and some eggs to start with. Leia is working on doing the same when the sound of a ship gets deafening above the house. “Han!” Leia exclaimed, setting her plate down.

She went to the door of the sunroom that led into the back yard, watching as Han Solo’s Millennium Falcon settled down in the yard. As the ship hits the ground, Leia throws open the door and runs outside.

Han emerges from the hull, and you’re shocked to not see Chewbacca with him. Han and Leia hug and kiss, and Leia starts explaining something. You know Leia’s tells, the woman explains with her hands. You assume she’s explaining your and Paz’s presence, probably giving him a heads up that Paz is a Mandalorian, like Boba Fett.

Paz watches you watch your friends. A smile grows across your face as you watch Han’s hand splay across Leia’s pregnant belly, telling the baby something. His mind drifts as you start to eat, he imagines the two of you on Yavin with little Vizsla foundling running around as his hand splays across your belly, telling your baby something.

“Why if it isn’t my favorite mechanic!” Han says as he walks in.

He pulls you into a hug as you say, “You only flatter me when the Falcon needs fixing.”

“She’s good for now,” Han says, letting you go. “But if she ever isn’t, I know who to call.”

“Where’s Chewie?” You ask. Paz doesn’t know who Chewie is, but if he had to guess, it was the Wookie that always appeared with Han in holos.

Han took a bite before answering, but Leia was tired of scolding him for talking with his mouth full. “Back on Kashyyyk, helping them rebuild.”

“Good, that’s good,” you smile softly at the fond memories of the Wookie. “And congratulations, Han. On the baby.”

He smiles and his eyes flit to Leia’s stomach. “Thank you, it’s hard work for me, this baby.”

Leia slaps Han’s shoulder with one hand while the other caresses her stomach. “Oh, hush,” she says. “Hard work,” she mocks with a roll of her eyes.

“So, Mando,” Han says, turning to face Paz. “You’re with our prized mechanic, or so Leia tells me.”

Paz turns to Han. “I am.”

“Man of few words, this one,” he says, pointing his thumb over to Paz. “You know if you hurt her in any way, you’ll have pissed off almost all of the New Republic, right?”

Paz nodded. “I don’t plan to hurt her, Han Solo. I plan to keep doing the opposite.”

“Good, good,” Han says. “She’s like our sister, that one.”

“You know I’m right here, right?”

Han scoffs. “I haven’t lost that many brain cells.”

You laugh, taking a drink of some water. “Can never be too sure with you.”

The brunch went well, Han’s banter was a welcome change to conversation. Han even got Paz to talk more, engaging in conversations about racing and smuggling stories. It was nice to hear Paz converse, not as natural as he was when he was alone with you, but he seemed to be enjoying himself.

Now you and Leia sat on the couches in the study again, and Paz was out with Han, being shown the Millennium Falcon. You knew Paz probably didn’t care as much as he let on, but Han was always excited to show off his ship.

“They seem to be getting along,” Leia says.

You nod. “I’m surprised. I didn’t think Han would like him.”

“Han can get along with anyone, if he wants to,” Leia says. “He’s really excited about the baby, you know.”

You nod. “I can tell,” you say. “Though I figured he’d want to name the baby Falcon or something.”

Leia lets out a belly laugh, throwing her head back. “You know,” she says between laughs. “He did consider the names Millie and Falcon.”

“Maker, of course he did,” you laugh with her.

Once the laughter dies down, Leia speaks. “I’m not wanting you to leave,” she starts. “Just wondering how long you’ll be here. The senate session starts again in a week, and I’m going to be gone a lot.”

You shrugged. “I didn’t really have a plan. I’m sure he’ll be wanting to get back to Yavin IV soon, though. His tribe will need him. Maybe we’ll leave tomorrow.”

“I don’t want you to leave so soon, you could stay here, if you wanted.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know…I want to be with my Mando. He told me last night he planned to marry me.”

“You know I love you, right? I care about you?” You nod. “Ok, good. Because you barely know this man, and you’re going to marry him?”

You felt yourself getting defensive. “I’ve known him for a week, I know that it seems insane, but I am getting to know him. He’s very sweet, Leia. And it’s not like we’re getting married now.”

“I know, I just worry,” she sighs.

“I know, and I’m glad,” you say. “We spent three days alone in hyperspace, he’s an open book if he wants to be.”

The rest of the day was relaxed, but you could tell Paz was exhausted from Han’s talking when the two of you finally retired for the evening. Paz was stripping his armor off and stretching when you came out of the fresher in a nightgown Leia gave you. It was white, somewhat sheer if the light hit you right. And it took Paz’s breath away. He still had his thigh plates on when he approached you, hands falling to your waist as he looked down at you. His gloves were off, and you saw the small scars that covered his deep brown hands as they rested on your hips. “This is really pretty,” he says.

You giggle. “You like sheer things. Noted.”

He chuckles a little, too. “You’re just really beautiful is all. Especially in that,” he’s looking you up and down again, the helmet moving dramatically as he takes you in. “I really wish I could kiss you, you know.”

Your hands find his forearms, rubbing circles with your thumbs. “I wish you could, too.” The two of you are standing so close. Sure, you’d cuddled, you’d reclined between his legs, but this feels so much closer.

Paz must’ve been thinking the same thing, and it must’ve scared him, because he took a few steps back. “Sorry,” he apologized quietly.

You tilted your head, brow arching. “Why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know,” he replies, even quieter. He turns around and goes back to the chair where he had stacked his armor, moving to unclasp the thigh plates and add them to the pile.

“You don’t have to be sorry about wanting to kiss me,” you tell him, walking over to the bed and starting to pull the duvet back. “Or telling me you want to kiss me. It’s not strange, it’s hot.”

He laughs a little at that. “It’s not weird?”

You’re shocked at this forty year old man asking you a question like a teenager. “No, Paz, it’s not weird. It’s good, giving people a heads up.”

He’s nodding, obviously not completely convinced. “Told the droid I needed our clothes washed,” he says. “Don’t have my sleep pants. Is it ok if I wear shorts?”

You’re a little confused, but you try not to show it. “Yeah, love, that’s fine. I don’t care.”

He enters the ‘fresher, shorts and sweatshirt in hand. When he returned, it was your turn to ogle. His thighs, kriff, his thighs. Paz was a big man, obviously his thighs would be big, too. But seeing them without the armor or the sweats was something else.

“You look nice.”

He laughed. “Haven’t had my legs out in a long time.”

You smile. “I like it. It’s hot.” He makes his way to the bed, sitting next to you. You look at his legs, and they’re littered with a few deep scars, blaster wounds, and a few smaller scars.

“I’ll tell you about them someday,” he says when he realizes that you’re staring. “Not tonight though.”

You nod. “You know what you should do tonight?” He hums. “You should kiss me.”

“Kebiin’ika,” he says. “You sure?”

“Paz Vizsla, you told me last night that you planned to marry me. I’m sure,” you say.

“Close your eyes,” he says, and you obey. You hear the lights click off and the helmet land with a clunk on the nightstand. You feel his hand on your cheek, large and warm and comforting. “You’re so pretty, mesh’la,” he whispers.

You smile. “Just kiss me, Vizsla.”

He’s the one who obeys this time, closing the gap between the two of you. His lips are large and soft and warm, and they fit so well between your own.

Your hand wanders to his cheek, feeling his stubble under your palm as your lips find a rhythm with his.

He breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against yours. “We call this a keldabe kiss in Mando’a,” he says, a little breathless. “Because Mandos can’t kiss with their helmets on.”

You smile, your hand still on his cheek, thumb slowing caressing him. “I wish I could see your face.” Your thumb stops, you freeze, scared that you’d offended him.

“You will, mesh’la, you will,” he whispers. “Someday.”

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#paz vizla x reader #paz vizsla x reader #paz vizla #paz vizsla

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honey-dewey · 3 years

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The Rainbow Connection

Pairing: Ezra/Male! Reader

Word Count: 2,123

Warnings: canon-typical violence and language.

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell @star-wars-hell

It is week two of pride month! As I have said, I am participating in @flightlessangelwings and @autumnleaves1991-blog Pride writing prompts! This one was super fun for me, and I hope you enjoy.

Prompts: Rainbow and/or “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“Babe?”

You rolled over, groaning and putting your arm over your eyes. You and Ezra had been prospecting on a truly hellish desert planet for nearly a week now, and the three suns made the sky as bright and as hot as it could possibly be. It filtered through the pod’s tiny window, lighting the entire room. “Yes Ez?”

Ezra smiled down at you, putting his hand on the bed and leaning in to kiss you. “Good morning dove.”

“Did you wake me up just to say good morning?” You asked, rolling out of bed and fumbling for a pair of pants. You ended up grabbing Ezra’s from the night before off the floor, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he stared rather obviously at where the elastic met your bare waist, the skin marred by scars you’d gotten while working.

“Hey, Casanova,” you said, turning and catching Ezra staring. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Ezra smiled, leaning against the bed. “They just found a new deposit of zipreye out a few miles north. It’ll be a hell of a trek, especially in this weather. Hot as the devil out there.”

You sighed, grabbing a tank top out of your travel bag. “Think I should just go topless?”

“Might feel better,” Ezra decided. “But you might burn, so grab the sunscreen. And don’t forget your boot covers this time.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, tugging on thin socks and your heavy hiking boots. “And you better not forget your glove again.”

After a long and lazy breakfast, you and Ezra left the pod you were temporarily calling home and started traveling north, both carrying your prospecting equipment. The heavy bags combined with the suns and the physical labor of walking made you groan more than once. The air was barely breathable, and it felt like thick soup going to your lungs. Multiple times you had to stop for water, leaning against Ezra, who was just as tired as you were.

By the time you arrived at the dig site, you were both sweating and exhausted, but the scenery made up for it. The site was settled on the very edge of a giant canyon, at least a hundred feet deep and streaked with color as far as the eye could see. The sky was growing grey and cloudy, the sunlight filtering through creating pockets of sunshine shining on the rocks. The air was cooler out here as it swelled up from the depth of the canyon, and you took a deep breath of the sandy air, eyeing the rapidly growing clouds.

“Think it’ll rain?” You asked, turning to the dig site and kneeling down so you could unpack your stuff.

Ezra shrugged, sitting cross legged on the dirt so he could unload his own bag. “Dunno. I like that shirt on you, by the way.”

You smiled, looking down. In an effort not to get horrifically sunburnt, you’d put on a thin white shirt with short sleeves and a hood. “Thanks. I think it’s yours.”

“Ah, well, that would explain it.” Ezra smiled as he squinted at the sky. “It does look like rain, but it’s far off. We have an hour. Maybe two, at a push.”

You nodded, bending down. Zipreye was one of the easier minerals to prospect, with no need for acids or dangerous conditions to battle against. All you had to do was find a deposit and chip it out, piece by piece. It was harder for Ezra, with only one hand, but he made it work. The reward was enough for you two to finally take a vacation after this trip. You two were planning on visiting Cee, who had joined a few distant family members on a perfectly habitable and safe planet. It would be a nice break from the chaos of planet hopping and hoping to find a job.

You and Ezra had been prospecting for nearly an hour and a half before you felt the air shift for real. It had been stirring the sand for a while, but now it started to truly whip your lighter equipment around, making you look up and see the suddenly very dark clouds completely blocking the sun. The temperature began to drop noticeably, and you carefully lifted the chunk of zipreye you’d been harvesting out of the ground before beginning to pack up.

“Dove?” Ezra looked up at you, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“The rain,” you said. “Can’t you feel it?”

Ezra sat back on his heels and took a deep breath. “I can,” he murmured. “Let’s go, before it hits us.”

You weren’t very lucky, and the rain began to pour a mile or two away from the pod. It stung your skin and soaked your bodies, making your clothes stick to you and forcing Ezra to push his hair out of his eyes every few seconds. It took everything you had to keep your equipment as dry as possible, the bag at your side shielded by your body and the waterproof backpack getting absolutely drenched.

“Pod’s just up there!” Ezra yelled above the downpour, pointing to a familiar looking ridge. “C’mon!”

You grabbed his hand, continuing to trudge through the rain. It was seriously coming down, and it burned badly enough that you had to wonder if it was acidic.

“Ez!” You shouted, tugging on Ezra’s shirt to get his attention. “This planet doesn’t have acidic rain, does it?”

Ezra shrugged, looking at his bare skin. It was starting to get red, and so was yours.

“We have that soap with the burn relief shit in it,” Ezra said, pulling you closer. “And a thing in the first aid kit. It’ll be fine, even if the rain is acidic. We would’ve been issued a warning and suits if it was dangerous.”

You nodded, looking out over the blank horizon, hoping you’d be able to see your temporary home soon. The landscape did look familiar, and you sighed deeply. Taking another soggy step, you decided today could not get much worse.

Of course, it somehow could, because the pod was just barely in sight when Ezra was attacked.

Something large and soaking wet came running up out of nowhere and swung a large weapon at Ezra, catching his indefendible right side. Ezra yelled loudly, flinching away as the attacker got a lucky strike in.

You screamed as Ezra bumped into you, grabbing your dagger off your belt and immediately pulling Ezra back behind you, away from the attacker. The man, at least you thought it was a man, made a blind swing in your direction, but you were quicker. You whirled around him, grabbing his throat and shoving him down. Two quick moves with your knife later, and you were standing, wiping blood off your knife and letting the rain clean up the rest. Ezra, who had been knocked to the ground, winced when you pulled him to his feet, blood washing away as it hit the sand, but he was definitely bleeding.

“Did he get you?” You asked, checking Ezra over as best you could.

Ezra nodded, moving his hand off his right stump. “My shoulder.”

You hissed, seeing the tattered wound. “Disinfectant,” you said. “A bandage. But no stitches. You’ll be a-okay.”

Ezra shrugged, still shaking as you reached into your bag for a temporary bandage. You tore the bottom off your shirt and used it to tie the gauze pad in place, effectively giving yourself a crop top.

“Hey,” you said softly, reaching out and taking Ezra’s hand when you were done. “Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

The walk to the pod was quiet. The rain was starting to let up, finally, and after drying off somewhat, you herded Ezra into the kitchen so you could examine his arm. Both of you were covered in mild burns from the rain, but after careful consideration, you decided that cleaning Ezra’s wound and taking a nap would be best. You two could bathe and treat your burns later, but for now, you removed the current bandage and discarded it in the sink, taking another look at the sluggishly bleeding injury.

“Looks worse than it is!” You announced, putting on a pair of sterile gloves and opening your first aid kit. “I promise. It just needs disinfecting, like I said.”

Ezra fidgeted from his spot at the tiny kitchen table as you grabbed a towel and used warm water to wipe away the worst of the mess. “Sure?”

“I’m sure,” you said, opening a can of spray-on disinfectant. “This’ll sting.” You braced Ezra’s shoulder with your non-dominant hand and sprayed the wound with the other. His face twisted with barely concealed pain, and you took a breath. “Ez?”

“I’m fine, dove,” Ezra said, although it sounded strained. “Fine. Keep going.”

You nodded, continuing through the motions of cleaning and bandaging Ezra’s wound. Somewhere in the middle of the process, you started to sing. It was a mindless lullaby, but Ezra seemed to enjoy it.

“Why are there so many songs about rainbows, and what's on the other side? Rainbows are visions, but only illusions. And rainbows have nothing to hide.” You pressed the last piece of tape to Ezra’s arm, gently kissing the patch of gauze. “So we've been told and some choose to believe it, I know they're wrong, wait and see. Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.” You pulled your gloves off and threw them out, coming back to stand in front of Ezra. “How’s that feel?”

Ezra smiled, resting his head on your shoulder. “It feels fine,” he decided softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said, putting your arms around Ezra and holding him close. “Do you want me to put something on those burns or would you rather just go straight to bed?”

Ezra shrugged. “Do we have any quick burn stuff? I don’t want a shower right now.”

You chuckled slightly, digging through the first aid kit and finding a bottle of burn lotion. “You said you need to use mycotex, right?”

“Yeah,” Ezra said, not removing his head from your shoulder. “I’m allergic to the other stuff. What is it?”

“Acitretiza,” you said. “My mom used it all the time.” As you spoke, you gently rubbed Ezra’s tender shoulders with the lotion, hearing him sigh with relief as the lotion began to cool and heal his burns. “Works better to help scars, but I think mycotex feels nicer.”

“Amen to that,” Ezra mumbled into your skin. “You ruined your shirt, by the way.”

You looked down at the ripped edge of your shirt. It was bloody and unrepairable, and you were a tiny bit disappointed. “I can always find a new one,” you said, continuing down Ezra’s back and digging your thumbs into the knots under his skin. “Maybe I’ll get you one this time.”

Ezra chuckled, taking the bottle of lotion from you and motioning for you to turn around. “Cee would have a field day if she saw us in matching shirts, and you know it.”

After you and him had both rubbed the lotion into each other’s skin, accompanied by no less than six thinly veiled sexual comments, you decided it was time for a nap. Ezra’s eyes were dropping and he was clearly exhausted from the job and from the trip home.

It was no struggle getting Ezra into bed. Neither of you bothered with your barely damp clothes, so you left a trail of discarded clothes to the bedroom, leading up to the bed. Pyjamas were a fruitless endeavor, so you just grabbed a second blanket so neither of you would be cold. Ezra fell asleep first, snoring slightly as you sat beside him, working on your laptop. At some point, you got up to put on pants and an old shirt of Ezra’s. As you worked on mind-numbing files, you hummed, unable to get the song you’d been singing earlier out of your head. Turning to look at Ezra, you smiled, watching his side rise and fall gently as he slept, completely oblivious to your actions as you bent down and kissed his temple.

Sitting back up, you looked out the window, seeing a beautiful and vibrant rainbow illuminating the canyon you’d just been prospecting near. The rain had left the earth wet, and it glimmered like a thousand diamonds under the afternoon sun. The scenery made you grin, nodding your head slightly as you went back to work, your humming turning to soft singing.

“What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing, and what do we think we might see? Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection. The lovers, the dreamers and me.”

#prospect (film)#ezra (prospect)#ezra x reader #ezra x you #Pedro Pascal #My writing #writer wednesday #jey's pride celebration 2k21

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sasarahsunshine · 3 years

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[I don't know if I have to put a TW but I am just gonna warn you that there is mention of child Abuse in this, please just delete this if this is not okay to send to you. I am really sorry then]

You posting about having made two build a bear means a lot to me because you are older than me (I am 18 but I think at this age it is still a huge age difference) and seeing you having stuffed animals calms me so much. Because I have a few too and I have my favorite always with me (mostly in the inside of my jacket or backpack) and due my fathers abuse I was for a long time really scared that some time that comfort will get taken away from me ( he would always tell me that he would take them away when I am not being obedient and that when I turn 14 I am not allowed to have them anyway (it was an empty threat, I was for most of my childhood terrified what he would do at my thirteenth birthday with me)) and seeing people having stuffed animals that are much older (and I mean you are married so I assume your husband doesn't seem to mind) calms me a lot because I wouldn't know what I would do if someone would take mine. And I know this sounds maybe ridiculous but I just carry it around everywhere and I can't even explain but it calms me knowing it's there inside my jacket.

I am so sorry if this was overstepping but you just helped me a lot and I thought I let you know. Thank you for having this blog I have been enjoying it for a long time now. 💗 (My friend and I love having theories about vampires and we LOVE your vampire AUs)

Okay, first of all, do not worry yourself AT ALL for sending me things like this! It's okay to message me about this stuff, I promise <3 Just always let me know ahead of time if you don't want something published, but just want me to see it, okay?

Secondly, I LOVE that you still have your stuffed animals!! I actually have A LOT (and yes, my husband is okay with them. He owns some too!). Adults are allowed to have comfort items, whether they're stuffed animals, blankets, or some other toy, so never ever ever let anyone tell you different! Just because you're 18, doesn't mean you have to be any less creative or colorful than you were at 8, you know?

I'm honestly a little emotional that you messaged me at all--in a good way. Like, it's so wild to me to get a message like this saying that I helped you--that I helped *anyone* feel like they're safe and okay to be themselves. And honestly, that's all I want. I've always been weird and eccentric, and I've always told people to just be themselves. Fun fact: when I was in high school in Texas (I went to a smaller school for my Junior year and I was homesick and struggling in classes) I took a stuffed animal of mine with me to class every single day that year. Sometimes I would switch out which one I brought, but I always had one with me so I could hold it in my study hall or at lunch and feel like I wasn't as alone. My friends thought it was cool, my bullies did not. I kept doing it anyway.

I'm going to post a couple of pictures under the cut, some of the stuffed animals I have, one of me at school with my first ever build-a-bear (his name is Drey and he was made in 2010), and maybe one of my husband's Pokemon collection.

But, quickly, I also wanted to say that I am so sorry your father was cruel to you. You didn't deserve anything he's ever done or said to you. If having your stuffed animal with you helps, then you keep doing that. I hope someday you can go to therapy (if you're not already) to speak about these things that happened so you can heal and move on. It's a long and hard road ahead of you, but *anything* to make it easier, to make it feel safer, should never be taken advantage of or taken from you (ex: your stuffed animals). Love them and take care of them for me <3

(also tell your friend that I love you both and thank you for liking my dumb vampire ideas ;w; )

(Posting pics under the cut)

The top two pics are of my first build-a-bear (Drey) with me at school! The second one is actually a friend of mine holding him, so I cropped her face out (for privacy). The third pic is just a small handful of my husband's growing Pokemon collection, and the last is just a snippet of all the stuffed animals I have! Most of them I've won from claw machines (I am a claw machine master), but some are from birthdays/Christmas/just because I wanted them. There's a lot buried under the ones you can see too. Someday I hope to get a couple of those stuffed animal nets you can hang from your ceiling so I can display them all properly.

I just turned 27 years old, my husband is almost 28, and we still have stuffed animals <3 My mom even has a couple of "Teddy Bears" she keeps on her nightstand by her bed. My brother, who is almost 24, has stuffed animals too. Our roommates, 25 and 28 years old, both have stuffed animals too.

So keep loving your stuffies and hold onto them <3

#Sarah replies #ask #anon #TW child abuse #stuffed animals #Mental Health talk #pics of me #when i was young #lol #TW serious discussion #'adulting'#thank you again for reaching out #i love you <3

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fatoomie2801 · 3 years

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his queen | kyoya tategami

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Metal Fusion

"Is there a Madoka here?" an unknown person asked.

"Yes," a girl with short brown hair responded. "I'm Madoka. Is there anything you need?"

"I need to fix... my bey..." the unknown person managed to say before falling on the floor unconscious, her almost entirely destroyed bey slipping out of her hand onto the floor in front of her. Madoka gasped with concern as she rushed to the person's side, calling someone named Gingka for help. Gingka carried the person downstairs and laid them on the bed in a spare room whilst Madoka fetched food and water for when they woke up. She also retrieved a towel and wet it with cold water, placing it on the forehead of the young girl who lay in the bed, hoping that she would wake up soon. Gingka remained by the side of the bed whilst Madoka inspected the girl's bey.

"Earth Columba 145WD. A balance type beyblade. I wonder what caused it to become so damaged like this," Madoka thought out loud. "This will take a really long time to repair."

A couple of days passed and the young girl remained unconscious in the bed, Gingka keeping an eye on her and Madoka working endlessly on repairing her bey. Gingka studied her features closely. Her skin was tanned and she had long, dark brown hair that reached all the way down to her lower back. Her hair was held together towards the ends with a golden clasp. As for her attire, she wore a white crop top, beige trousers, a beige jacket with sleeves that stopped just above her elbows, brown gloves, and brown shoes. She also wore a brown belt around her hips, which held all of her bey equipment, things such as her bey holder, launcher, and bey pointer. Her ears, neck, and wrists were adorned with gold jewellery, and she wore a simple golden hoop nose ring. Gingka was sure he had never seen her before and wondered where she had come from and what had happened to her to leave her in such a state.

Soon enough, she woke up and was met with Gingka sitting beside the bed.

"Madoka! She's awake!" he exclaimed as he ran out of the room. He returned with Madoka who had brought food and water for the girl. "Hey, are you okay?" Gingka questioned.

"Yeah, I guess. Where am I?" the girl responded.

"You're still at the mechanic shop. This is one of the spare rooms we have but the main part of the store is upstairs. It's my dad's store by the way," Madoka explained.

"What happened?" the girl questioned.

"You fell unconscious as soon as you walked in and it's been a couple of days since then," Madoka answered. "What's your name?"

"Ah, I'm Kiara. Kiara Otori. It's nice to meet you, Madoka and..." Kiara trailed off as she looked at the young boy with spiky red hair and mostly blue attire.

"Gingka. Gingka Hagane," Gingka finished off her sentence.

"Nice to meet you Gingka. Thank you, both of you, for letting me stay here and taking care of me," Kiara continued. "But what about my bey? Where's Columba?"

"I'm trying my best to repair it but it's going to take a lot longer than usual," Madoka replied.

"Yeah, your bey was really trashed," Gingka added. "What happened?"

"I lost a really important battle," Kiara answered, lowering her head as she spoke. Madoka and Gingka looked at her with sympathetic expressions on their faces.

"To who?" Gingka asked.

"My boyfriend. Well, I guess he's my ex now," Kiara replied. Madoka placed a hand on Kiara's shoulder, ensuring that she could trust them and tell them her story. "He's a really strong blader. All he wanted was to become stronger and stronger until he was the most powerful blader in the world. He had always wanted to use my power and strength to his advantage, and when I refused to let him do that, he crushed my bey and took everything I had from me."

"That's so sad. I'm so sorry, Kiara," Madoka sympathised. "It'll be alright. I am trying my best to get your bey repaired so that it'll be just like a brand new one. You can stay here until you feel better, okay?"

Kiara smiled at Madoka's kind actions and looked at Gingka as he began to speak.

"Wanna meet my friends?" he asked, excitedly. Kiara smiled and agreed to go with Gingka to the bey park, Gingka making sure she took it easy as she had just recently woken up.

Upon arrival, the two walked into a room filled with small bey stadiums surrounded by young bladers who battled passionately with each other. Kiara followed Gingka as he led her to meet his friends.

"This is Kenta," Gingka gestured towards a small boy with green hair, brown eyes, and an adorable smile. Kiara crouched down to his height as she was a couple of inches taller than Gingka, and wanted to greet the little boy whilst being level with him. She reached her hand out in order to shake his.

"I'm Kiara," she smiled. "It's really nice to meet you. Aren't you just adorable?" She softly pinched his cheeks, causing both him and Gingka to chuckle in response.

"Nice to meet you too, Kiara," Kenta responded, immediately taking a liking to the girl. "Do you wanna battle?"

"Sure," she replied. "Ah, wait, Kenta. I don't have my bey with me. It's being repaired by Madoka."

"Oh yeah," Gingka remembered. "Let me go and get you a temporary bey to battle with for the time being, okay? Wait here." Gingka left and returned with a bey for Kiara to use while she battled Kenta.

"Okay. 3! 2! 1! Let it rip!" Kenta and Kiara both launched their beys into the stadium.

"Go Sagittario!" Kenta ordered.

"Go now! Get him!" Kiara retaliated.

"What?! Kenta, why are you battling without telling us?" a trio of young boys questioned.

"Yeah, and who's this?" the one with spiky blue hair asked.

"This is Kiara, you guys," Gingka answered instead. He waited until the battle was over to introduce her to the trio.

"Go Sagittario! Flame Claw!" Kenta used his special move and sent Kiara's bey flying out of the stadium. "Yay! I won! I won! Did you see that Gingka?"

"Yes I did, Kenta," Gingka responded, ruffling the young boy's hair.

"If I had Columba, your victory would not have been so easy, okay?" Kiara laughed as she high fived Kenta. "Well done, though. You seem to be a strong little blader."

"Thank you. I'm working really hard to become just as strong as Gingka, you know," he replied. Gingka laughed and ensured Kenta that with a lot of hard work and practice, that day was sure to come soon. He then turned to Kiara to introduce her to the trio of young boys from earlier.

"Kiara, this is Osamu," Gingka pointed to the boy with brown hair and a red shirt. "Takashi," he gestured to the taller boy with blonde hair and a pale blue shirt. "And Akira," he said, as he pointed towards the remaining boy in the group, the shortest of the bunch, with dark blue hair and a matching coloured shirt. After meeting them, they all demanded to battle Kiara, and she agreed, spending the rest of her day battling Gingka's friends. Although the bey she currently possessed was temporary, she managed to use it to her advantage, and by the end of it all, she had won the most battles.

"Wow, she's such a good blader!" Akira commented. Kiara smiled shyly.

"She hasn't won against me though, remember?" Kenta added, facing the much taller girl. "I beat you with my Flame Sagittario."

Kiara bent her knees so that she could meet Kenta's height. "I will beat you someday, Kenta. Make sure you practice hard so that I won't have to go easy on you when my Earth Columba is repaired, okay?" She tapped her finger on the young boy's nose as she spoke. Kenta giggled at both her words and actions.

"I'll train hard every day with Gingka and Benkei, isn't that right?" Kenta spoke as he looked up at Gingka. The name Benkei was unfamiliar to Kiara so she stood back up to Gingka's height to question who he was.

"I'm right here," a taller, larger person with purple hair and a beanie walked into the room. "Hey, Gingka. Hey, Kenta. Who's this?"

"Hey, Benkei. This is Kiara. Can you believe I beat her with my Sagittario?" Kenta answered.

"You go, Kenta! That must be the result of the special training we did together," reacted Benkei. He was proud of Kenta and this showed Kiara that they must all have a close relationship. Kiara and Benkei spent some time battling each other, Kiara losing to him every time. She slowly became frustrated that she couldn't use Columba, her partner, but knew that there was nothing she could do about her situation.

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"You love me, don't you, my dove?"

"I do, I promise, but I can't let you do this. It's wrong to steal power from others, when will you understand that?!"

"Seems to me like you're the one who needs to understand! Let it rip!"

"Argh, let it rip! Go Columba! Special move: Harmonious Descent!"

"That won't work on me, my dove. You of all people should know that! Go now!"

"I beg you, don't do this!"

"If only you truly loved me, you'd understand! Get out of my way! Do it now! Tear this little pigeon to pieces!"

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"Kiara?" Gingka tapped Kiara on her shoulder, disturbing her from her deep thoughts. "You okay?"

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the rest of chapter 1 is available on wattpad:

#kyoya tategami #fanfic #beyblade metal fight #beyblade #gingka hagane #tsubasa otori #yu tendo #kenta yumiya #ryuga kishatu

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jeranasblog · 4 years

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You and me, forever

I can’t believe that this is my last Bingo OS. TY for all the feedback <3

Summary: Tony and Peter bond.

Rating: E

Notes: This story is my 15th @starkercestevent contribution and it’s better to read the other parts first. Kink for the 15th story: A/B/O. Click here for the Bingo Masterlist.

Warnings: Disgustingly fluffy; Adoptive Father/Adoptive Son, don’t like it, don’t read it; for further warnings check out Ao3

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When Peter woke up the following morning, the memories came back slowly. He was equally excited and scared, excited that today was the day his Daddy would finally bond him, but also scared that he couldn’t leave the situation with Pierce behind. During the whole day when he had been kidnapped, Peter had been composed, looking for solutions and focusing on his Alpha. However, when the door of their bedroom had closed behind them, Peter had cried for hours, safely tugged in his Daddy’s arms. They had talked until dawn, Peter about how scared he had been and Tony about his guilt. In the end, the Omega had promised his Daddy to go to a therapist together, even if he thought he didn’t need it. His Daddy had called a specialist, considerate as he was, and next Monday, they would go to their first session. But before, they wanted to finally bond.

Tony was already awake when Peter finally opened his eyes, the bed empty but still warm. Peter smiled and closed his eyes again for a few seconds. He loved the domestic feeling, their bed still warm from Tony’s body heat and he could hear the Alpha rummaging around in the kitchen. This was what he had always wanted, and even though people had tried to take it away from him, Pierce and the media, today would finally be the day when his dream came true.

With a sigh, Peter pulled back the blanket and left the bed. He was dressed in nothing more but his Daddy’s boxers which he had thrown on yesterday at night. They were a little loose on his hips, showing off his hip bones and the curve of his ass. His hair was tousled, and he rubbed his eyes while he walked barefoot into the kitchen.

Tony stood in front of the oven, wearing nothing but comfortable sweats and a tight t-shirt. He made pancakes; a huge pile was already done. Peter couldn’t stop himself from watching his Daddy’s muscular arms that were flexing with every move the Alpha made. He could feel how his mouth watered, partly from the delicious smell of the pancakes and partly because of his Daddy. He was the luckiest Omega in the entire world.

“Morning Daddy,” Peter nuzzled against his Alpha’s side and suppressed a whimper when his Daddy wrapped one of his strong arms around the Omega’s middle. Tony was the most handsome Alpha Peter had ever seen.

“Morning, baby.” Tony pressed a kiss on his forehead. “I’ve made pancakes. Grab two plates and coffee. I’ll take the rest.”

Peter smiled at him and did as he was told. The table was already set otherwise, silverware, and a huge bouquet of roses in the middle. The Omega blushed. His Daddy was always spoiling him with little gifts, jewelry, clothes, or flowers, but he couldn’t get used to it. Every single gift made him feel special and he was grateful to belong to the Alpha.

“I love you,” Peter said when his Daddy came in, carrying the pancakes. “More than anything in the world.” The smile he got in return was worth all the trouble he had endured during the last weeks. It felt right and when the Alpha said the three words back, Peter was sure he had never cherished what they had more than in this moment.

The pancakes weren’t that good. Sure, Peter had eaten one, but it had been too sweet, and he was afraid he would die of sugar-rush. Tony had spat his bite out, apologized three times and even though Peter had offered to make new ones, the Alpha refused and ordered delivery breakfast that arrived not even twenty minutes later. Money could really get you anything.

After breakfast, Peter tried to convince his Alpha to stay in bed. He had stripped off Tony’s boxers and presented enticingly, but everything he got out of it was his Daddy’s tongue in his dripping hole. No knot, and no mating bite.

“Later,” Tony promised with a sulking Peter on his lap. “I wanna make this special, baby.” After these words, Peter couldn’t even stay mad, so he pulled out some of his nicest clothes, tight jeans that emphasized the swell of his ass and a velvety crop top, and got ready to leave for whatever Tony had planned.

Tony took him out to the cinema first, although it wasn’t even noon. He had bought the entire cinema for the day, of course he had, so they could sit wherever they wanted, talk as loud as they wanted, and Peter even caught Tony throwing popcorn him. Sweet popcorn obviously. Tony had gotten his hands on a superhero movie that wasn’t even officially out yet and Peter spent two hours cuddling with his Alpha and sucking up every scene. He could be quite a nerd sometimes.

Later Tony took him out to lunch, a small restaurant that served real Italian pizza, Peter’s favorite. They spent the time laughing together and after one of the most delicious meals ever, they went for a little walk in Central Park until it started to get dark. Peter was thankful for every single moment and the feelings for his Alpha overwhelmed him, making him almost cry multiple times during the day.

“That wasn’t everything, baby,” Tony promised after they had quietly walked through New York for half an hour. Peter was holding his hand, their fingers intertwined and the feeling of bubbling happiness in his stomach didn’t stop. “I have a last surprise for you.”

Peter whimpered; a high-pitched Omega sound and he couldn’t say a single word. He followed his Daddy while his thoughts were spinning, overwhelmed by the day and his Alpha’s feelings.

Tony led him to a tall office building that was already dark, a rare sight in the middle of New York City. The lobby was empty, so was every single floor they passed. His Daddy pressed the button of the elevator and to Peter’s surprise, JARVIS voice was answering and welcoming them in the building.

“JARVIS, top floor,” Tony commanded, and the elevator started to move.

“Have you bought the building?” Peter asked, curious about what his Alpha had planned.

Tony laughed. “No, I’ve rented it, but I’ve got the permission to install JARVIS in the security system for the day.” Peter was impressed. What couldn’t his Daddy achieve?

When the elevator stopped, Tony pulled him closer to his side, one arm wrapped around Peter’s shoulders. He felt protected and cared for, a fuzzy feeling that made him smile. The Alpha led him to a door opposite the elevator, and a cold breeze made Peter shiver when his Daddy opened the door.

“After you,” Tony held the door open like a real gentleman and Peter could feel a slight pull in his guts. The Alpha was perfect, and his Omega instincts made him preen under the attention.

If Peter had thought his Daddy had already put effort into planning the trip to the cinema and the lunch, it was nothing compared to this. They were standing in the middle of a roof, the lights of New York City all around them. Peter felt as if he was in a movie, discovering a secret place with his Alpha.

The entire rooftop was decorated with fairy lights and in the middle was a tiny pavilion with a see-through ceiling. Underneath, Tony had stacked blankets and pillows, building a blanket fort Peter has always dreamed about. It was decorated with lights as well and they were dancing around, almost looking like fireflies in the wilderness.

“It’s amazing,” Peter was awestruck and couldn’t do more than press himself against his Daddy. He could feel the first tear slip from his eyes and he buried his face against his Daddy’s chest. It was too much, too perfect, and couldn’t believe that this was his life.

“Come with me, baby,” Tony untangled Peter’s face from his shirt and placed one arm under Peter’s ass, before he lifted the Omega, forcing him to wrap his legs around the Alpha’s middle. Tony carried him over to the blanket fort while he whispered in his ear how much he loved him, what a perfect Omega he was.

Peter clutched to his Alpha, unwilling to ever let him go. He enjoyed being carried around, loved that his Alpha was so much stronger than him, that he could protect him and hold him down. Tony had shown just yesterday what a good Alpha he was, rescuing Peter within minutes.

When Tony lowered him onto the mattress that was hidden under the overwhelming amount of pillows, Peter whimpered a little. He wanted to be close to the Alpha, didn’t want him to pull back. But Tony chuckled slightly, turning on a heater on the other end of the pavilion.

“I don’t want you to get cold,” Tony explained and pulled back the blanket Peter was buried under to get closer to his Omega. “I love you, baby, and I want this day to be special.”

“It is special already,” Peter assured him before he cuddled closer against his Daddy’s chest. It was perfect, lying here, surrounded by the scent of his Alpha. He had never known so certain that he wanted this forever, that he wanted Tony’s love and maybe someday even his kids.

They enjoyed the moment in silence, basking in each other’s presence, and savoring the quietness after the trouble of the last few weeks. Both of them deserved to relax and being on their own on a rooftop in New York City without anyone threatening them was everything Peter needed right now.

After some time had passed, Tony sat up again, leaving Peter for a few seconds to get some things. “Champaign?” Peter nodded and Tony offered him a glass. This was perfect, and the more Tony gave him, the better Peter knew that it was just his Daddy that he truly needed.

“I have another gift for you,” Tony confessed and pulled a small package out of his jacket. Peter smiled at his Alpha, taking the gift and started to unwrap it.

“I don’t have words for how much I love you, Daddy,” Peter said while his fingers were busy removing the wrapping paper. He could hear how his Alpha cleared his throat, touched by Peter’s words. When the Omega finally got rid of the wrapping paper, he held a small black box in his hand. His fingers trembled as he opened the lid, already guessing what was inside.

The box contained a ring, simple silver with a clear stone in the middle. Peter swallowed, tear running down his face and he looked up in his Alpha’s face. Tony looked nervous, his hands trembling as much as Peter’s, and the Omega could see how much courage it took for his Daddy to speak up.

“Peter, you’re everything for me. My son, my love, my Omega. I want to get old with you by my side, as my husband, as my lover. I want to build a house with you, want to live the domestic dream with little kids around us. There’s no way I’ll ever deserve you, you’re so perfect and beautiful, but I promise I’ll try for my entire life. It doesn’t matter what others think, it doesn’t matter if I lose everything. The only important thing in my life is you, baby. Peter Stark, will you do me the honor and marry me.”

Peter couldn’t do more than nod, he was full force sobbing by now. He had always wanted this, bonded and married, and Tony made both dreams come true in one night. His Daddy was smiling at him when he put the ring on the Omega’s finger and Peter had never seen him happier before. The Alpha pressed his lips against the Omega’s and Peter could taste champaign and a little salt from his tears.

They stayed quiet for a while, Peter sobbing in Tony’s arms, while he tried to get his feelings back under control. All his dreams were coming true in one day and his mind was flooded with love for his Daddy. Without the Alpha holding him right now, he would fall apart.

There shouldn’t be a way for Tony to top this, but once Peter had calmed down a little, he heard a whiz that was followed by a huge bang. He turned around in Tony’s arms, never once leaving the embrace, and looked up into the night. New York was brightened by a million lights, red, blue, green, dancing in the sky.

“Daddy, did you organize the fireworks?” Peter was turning his head to look the Alpha into the eyes again. Tony only smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, Peter felt a surge of heat bubbling in his body, a mixture of gratefulness, love, and arousal. The feelings were so intense that he pressed a hard kiss against his Daddy’s lips, their teeth clunking together before Peter calmed down a little and the kiss became softer.

“You’re everything to me, Daddy,” Peter said while firework after firework was exploding behind them, lightening Tony’s face in all different colors. “There’s no way I’m ever going to leave you. I’d die for you, I’ll do everything to make you happy. I wanna be your Omega forever. Please, Alpha. Please, bond me.”

Tony growled, wrapped his arms around Peter’s middle, and shifted them until Peter was lying on his back. The Alpha was towering over him, caging him in, a sign that he would protect Peter from everything.

“I still ask you for the last time, baby. Do you really want this?” The Alpha’s voice was already hoarse, but he held back, determined to make this perfect.

“Yes, Daddy. I want this. I want you to bond me and I want you to marry me.” The smile on Peter’s face was bright and so absolutely happy that the Alpha started smiling himself.

Peter laid back on the mattress and bared his throat for the Alpha to claim. It was thrilling and arousing to surrender the control to his Daddy, ready to be a part of the other man. Tony growled his usual possessive sound, but it was deeper today, filled with love and the knowledge that he would claim Peter for real. The Alpha came closer, his lips grazing his jaw, wandering lower until they were pressed against his claiming glands. But instead of the expected bite, Peter could only feel a soft suckle, that made his arousal spike.

Surge after surge of hot pleasure buzzed inside of him, making him squirm and whimper. He arched his back and pressed himself closer against his Daddy’s body. “Please, Daddy. Please, I need it. I need you.”

Usually, Tony would answer with a chuckle. He would tease Peter even further, call him a needy slut and humiliate him until the Omega wouldn’t even know his own name anymore. But today, everything was softer, less of a game and more of a need for them to be together.

Tony stripped him with a fondness. He took off his clothes, admired the special set of red lingerie Peter had picked for today before he pulled it down as well. Then, he got rid of his own clothes until they were both naked, firm muscles pressed against soft skin. They were lying naked and newly engaged on a rooftop in New York, firework exploding around them and now his Daddy would finally claim him.

The first finger that was pressed inside of him made Peter burn and he squirmed on the sheets. He could feel himself tearing up, desperate for what was about to come. Knowing that his Daddy would be so close soon, buried in his body and his heart, made him want a second finger immediately, but his Daddy controlled the pace.

Peter’s body slicked up, his hole dripping around the finger, and he ruined the mattress they were lying on. He became impatient, impatient for his Daddy’s cock, and his Daddy’s bite, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment with his neediness, so he forced himself to stay quiet. Thankfully, the Alpha had mercy and pushed a second finger inside.

Being filed up slowly was one of the best sensations and Peter savored the burn as much as the pleasure. Whimpers, begs and little cries left his lips, filling the pavilion and urging the Alpha on to take what the Omega offered. Tony was losing it as well, his carefully controlled pleasure taken over by the need to claim. The Alpha’s eyes sparkled, an expression so hungry that Peter’s eyes rolled back, and he bared his throat even further for the bite.

“Take me, Daddy,” Peter begged. “I wanna feel the stretch. I wanna feel you tomorrow.”

It was a sign of how far gone the Alpha was that he didn’t protest. Instead, he placed the tip of his cock against Peter’s hole and pressed inside. The fit was tight, Peter’s body wasn't stretched enough to take his Daddy like this outside of a heat, but after a few seconds, he let him in, giving way inch by inch.

Even though it burned, Peter didn’t realize it anymore. His mind was filled with love, his body was filled with his Daddy and he knew it was only a matter of minutes until he would finally belong to Tony Stark, most eligible Alpha in the entire country.

“I love you so much, Daddy,” Peter sobbed when Tony had bottomed out, his entire body burning from the Alpha inside. He had never felt so close to his Daddy before, so close to his body and his mind.

The first thrusts didn’t even hurt anymore. Peter could feel the cock rubbing against his wall, grazing the sweet spot inside of him and making him see stars. Tony didn’t give him any time, he was already taking him as if he owned Peter, owned the Omega’s pleasure. The fast pace was a relief because there was no way Peter could wait for the bite much longer.

They were trapped in their own world, a world in which only the two of them existed. Peter didn’t notice the fairy lights anymore, he didn’t even notice that the firework had stopped. He was caught up in his Daddy and each time his Daddy’s cock thrust against his sweet spot, Peter could feel himself coming closer to the edge.

“Now Daddy,” Peter begged, and he looked into his Daddy’s eyes. They were clouded, just like the Omega’s, and he could see all the love, all the adoration on Tony’s face.

“Okay, baby,” Tony smiled at him and lowered his head until his lips were pressed against his glands again. “I love you. You’re mine. Forever.” And then he bit down.

It was nothing like Peter had expected. There was no pain, even though he could feel that his Daddy had drawn blood. Instead, it felt like floating. He had read about out-of-body experiences before and it felt exactly how people had described it online. His mind was leaving his body, entwining with Tony’s until Peter truly thought they were one. He could feel his Daddy, his love, and his arousal and before Tony even had the time to thrust again, Peter was coming.

He took Tony over the edge as well. Two orgasms buzzed through his body, both at the same time, and Peter sobbed to endure the feelings. His mind was filled with emotions that weren’t his, an overwhelming possessiveness, and a satisfied need to claim. Peter knew they were coming from his Daddy, but it didn’t change that he experienced them as his.

It took him a while until he was coming back to himself, his Daddy still linked to his mind, but it was bearable now. He could distinguish between his Daddy’s and his own feelings again, the overwhelming thought of owning someone only lingered in the back of his mind. The love of his Daddy dominated everything, and Peter finally knew for certain that his feelings were reciprocated in the same intensity. He wanted to tell his Daddy how much he loved him, how much he needed him, so he tried to press a part of his feelings towards the lingering presence in the back of his mind.

Tony, who was still caging him in, teared up suddenly, something Peter had never seen before. “This was right,” the Alpha decided, and the words made Peter feel warm inside. Tony had doubted them so much after the media blamed him for corrupting Peter and knowing that he didn’t regret their permanent bond was everything Peter had ever wanted.

Carefully, Tony turned them around until Peter was lying on his chest, his cock still buried inside of Peter. The Omega noticed during the movement that his Daddy had knotted him. He had been so overwhelmed that the pressure inside of him had been pushed into the back of his mind, but now that they had calmed down, he could savor the fullness again.

“Let’s marry soon,” Tony said impulsively. “I don’t want to wait for years, and I don’t want to invite too many people. What do you think about Steve, Bucky, Pepper, Ned, and MJ?”

Peter smiled at his lover, no, his fiancé and pressed a small kiss against his lips. “I’d love it, Daddy. People will judge anyway; I don’t want them to meddle with our relationship on our wedding day.”

The Alpha chuckled in response and his hands wandered to Peter’s back. He held his Omega close, although they were still knotted, although they couldn’t part anyway. “We could have a small ceremony in a few weeks and fly somewhere warm after.”

Peter’s eyes sparkled when he heard the suggestion. “Yes, Daddy. Please. I wanna go to the beach.”

“Everything for you, baby. My Omega.” Peter preened under the words, knowing for certain they’re it for each other until death.

They stayed silent after the words, each of them thinking about their wedding day. The lights of New York were still dancing around them, and Peter observed the light of an airplane while he drowned in thoughts.

After a few minutes of content silence, Peter finally spoke up. “Daddy, what do you think about me not taking birth control anymore?”

He had expected pondering or at least some concerns, but the only answer he got was a huge smile. “I’d love that, baby.” And suddenly the dream of marrying the perfect Alpha, finishing his studies and getting kids was closer than ever.

#starker #starkercestbingo2020

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bluesey-182 · 4 years

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We Have To Stop Meeting Like This - Chapter 12

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / ao3

so this is super fluffy and maybe a little cringey but it’s what i wanted to write lol. hopefully you enjoy!

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Cardan’s bedroom door opened with a flourish and spit out the Ghost looking like he hadn’t changed his clothes in days despite his wet hair suggesting a recent shower. Without pause, Ghost flopped down onto the bed between Jude and Cardan and let out a great huff into the pillows.

“What the fuck are you doing in my room?” Cardan asked sleepily as the disturbance woke him from his late afternoon nap. Jude set her phone down on the nightstand beside her and poked Ghost like he was a dead body.

Dramatically, he flipped himself onto his back and smacked Cardan in the face in the process. “The two of you have been wallowing for two weeks, and I respect that you’re in mourning, but it’s time you got out of this damn apartment and coped like any self-disrespecting person in their twenties would do.”

“What are you talking about?” Cardan asked as he attempted to pry Ghost off of where he was now cuddling Cardan.

“You’re going to drive sweet Jude here back to her apartment where she can change out of your god awful workout clothes and then the three of us,” Ghost paused to throw his other arm around Jude, “are going to a fucking bar.”

“I don’t know if I really--,” Cardan began.

“I don’t care.” With this, Ghost gave Cardan a smooch on the cheek, threw a wink in Jude’s direction, and then left with as much drama as he had entered with.

“I really hate him sometimes,” Cardan grumbled as he wiped away Ghost’s kiss with a grimace. “But honestly it would be nice to get out.”

“Okay,” Jude said simply.

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.” Cardan’s expression suggested he was hoping she’d want to come.

She gave him a real smile and answered honestly, “Yeah, it’d be nice to get out. And to put on some real clothes.”

Cardan laughed and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Then let’s go to a fucking bar, as Ghost so astutely put it.”

Taryn was in the apartment--without her annoying ass boyfriend, thank god--when Jude came home to change her clothes. The twins exchanged a glare but otherwise ignored each other as Jude made her way to her bedroom. She had already showered that morning at Cardan’s so now only needed to throw on some clothes and do something with her mass of curly hair. Digging through her closet, she came out with a pair of black skinny jeans, knee high boots, and a yellow crop top Taryn had given her that was decorated with various fruits. After dressing she ran a comb through her hair and decided to just leave it down for the night. As a last thought, she threw on a bit of mascara before leaving the apartment and running down the outdoor stairs to climb back into Cardan’s BMW. Surprisingly the Ghost had stayed in the backseat this time.

"Whoa," Cardan whispered as he took in Jude's outfit. He didn't seem to notice he had spoken but his eyes scanned her reverently from head to toe before meeting her own gaze. His eyes were alight as she gave him a slow grin.

"I think this is the first time I've seen you at a loss for words," she teased.

"I think you're shorting out my brain," he finally said. "Fucking hell you look beautiful."

Jude felt herself blushing all the way to her collar bone. The longer Cardan looked at her like that, the hotter she felt.

"So, ummm," Ghost interjected, making Jude and Cardan jump at the sudden reminder that they weren't alone. "Can we go now or do you two need to go upstairs and like… take care of this?"

Now Jude was blushing for a different reason and she couldn't explain why she was filled with the urge to smack Ghost, but she was also beginning to suspect this was a normal symptom of being around him. With a final grin in Jude's direction--a grin that somehow felt like a promise--Cardan started the car.

They ended up at the same bar as before and had to do a few laps around the parking lot to find a parking space. Finally, Cardan squeezed his shitty car between two trucks that were clearly compensation for some rednecks and piled out of the car as best they could in the narrow space. It was Friday night in a college town so, of course, the place was packed.

Inside they were greeted with someone’s squeaking rendition of an Abba song. Ghost let out a loud groan at the same time Cardan laughed uproariously.

“Fuck, it’s karaoke night!” Ghost shouted over the noise.

“Then I guess we better get very drunk,” Cardan responded through his laughter.

They were indeed very drunk. They had turned karaoke into a drinking game. Every time one of them wanted to stick an ice pick into their ears because of the horrible singing, they took a shot. Everytime someone in the crowd shouted “Yes bitch!” to a friend on stage, they took a shot. With every sip towards being wasted, Jude became more and more transfixed with Cardan’s increasingly disheveled hair. It was like the hair itself was drunk, tumbling all over the place and hanging in his face. They’d take a shot, he’d rake his hands through his hair, and Jude’s heart would do traitorous things in her chest. Who the fuck let this boy be this hot?

He was saying something to her. Shit, Jude was drunk.

“What?” She asked.

“I said,” he purred, leaning into her personal space so that his lips were so, so close. “That you should get up there.” He indicated the stage and Jude’s stomach dropped.

“Why the hell would I do that?”

“I’ll do it after you,” he promised with a smile.

“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it,” she returned with a smile of her own.

Cardan leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her mouth. Jude felt like she could drown in his kiss and happily do so. She thought she could happily drown in him.

“Okay fine,” she relented.

Cardan laughed, “I wasn’t even trying to convince you, I just wanted to kiss my beautiful girlfriend.”

Girlfriend girlfriend girlfriend

“Let’s make a deal, Greenbriar,” she said, rising from her seat to settle sideways in his lap. “We’ll both sing a stupid karoake song and Ghost here,” at the mention of his name Ghost looked drunkenly over at them and smiled like an idiot, “will decide who sang better and the loser has to pay for all of the winners drinks for the rest of the night.”

Cardan threw his head back and laughed, exposing his throat to her. She couldn’t explain why that action made something come alive inside her. “Oh darling, you couldn’t afford all of my drinks. But alright, you’re on.”

As the current song came to an end, Jude stepped up to the stage to choose a song. A lot of them were old 80’s rock music but there were some more recent releases as well, though most she didn’t recognize. Eventually she came across a song she knew. Her heart was racing. Why was she doing this? Her singing was mediocre at best. She was about to make a fool of herself. And for what? To prove something to Cardan? Her competitive side was going to kill her someday. She looked back at their table and was about to go back and tell Cardan she was kidding when he smiled at her. It wasn’t a mocking smile but a supportive one, one that glowed with curiosity and wonder at her. She felt the energy of it surge through her body and stepped up to the microphone.

She sang her way through The Love Club as Cardan cheered her on and not-so-subtly checked her out with a smile on his full lips. Jude wanted to kiss him. The microphone easily detached from its stand and Jude carefully stepped off stage to their table nearby it. She continued to sing, but with more laughter in her voice now, as she went to Cardan and sat in his lap again. Some people hooted and hollered but the noise was lost on Jude as she stared into Cardan’s glowing eyes. His smile was soft, meant only for her. His hands were on her side, holding her to him, and he gently placed a kiss to her cheek. He was looking at her, holding her, smiling at her like she was the only one in the world for him. She felt quiet inside as she finished the song to some scattered cheers around the room.

Jude found she was at a loss for words. A loss for thoughts, more like, and so she wordlessly passed the microphone to Cardan. He smirked, shifted her off his lap, and bounded towards the stage.

"Have you ever heard Cardan sing?" Ghosts asked her over the rumble of the bar crowd. "Like, actually sing? Not that stupid shit he does in the car."

"No," Jude answered truthfully. "Why?"

"You might be in for a surprise."

Cardan picked his song out far faster than Jude had and already the music was starting. Cardan flashed her his signature smirk before he started singing.

"The simulation just went bad, but you're the best I've ever had."

If Jude's singing was mediocre, Cardan's was anything but. Despite his screaming and dying noises in the car when he sang along with the radio, his voice was actually… good.

Which meant Jude was screwed. She must have made a face at the realization because just then Ghost started cackling.

"Like hand prints in wet cement, she touched me, it's permanent."

There was a group of girls by the stage checking out Cardan and whispering to each other but he kept his eyes and his irritating smile on Jude.

"In my head, in my head…"

"I hate him," she said to no one in particular.

"No you don't," Ghost said, "you're just mad you lost."

"You're a dickbag."

Ghost cackled again, "Damn, Cardan was right, you have an arsenal of names to call someone. I like it." He reached his fist across the table and, despite herself, Jude bumped her knuckles against his.

Suddenly a hand was grabbing the free hand in her lap and she looked up to see Cardan's face just before he tugged her off her chair and onto the stage with him. The girls standing by the stage gave her some nasty looks, but Cardan just kept singing to her. She tried to pull away to get off the stage but Cardan spun her around and tucked her against him and all her thoughts left her. There was only the feeling of his stomach pressed against her back, his arm looped loosely around her waist, and his voice filling her ear. She found herself smiling.

And then Cardan pulled away and started dancing like an idiot and Jude laughed so hard she snorted. God, she was drunk. But when Cardan offered his hand again for her to join him, she took it. He looked happier in that moment than he had in weeks and Jude had the sensation of falling.

"I can't hide," Cardan sang, pulling her in close again so their noses were pressed together, "how I feel about you, inside. I'd give everything up tonight, if I could just have you be mine. Be mine, baby."

Her body stopped moving, her attention completely transfixed with Cardan standing in front of her. Cardan's mouth, Cardan's eyes, Cardan's hands. She wanted to snatch him away and run off somewhere to be alone. She just wanted him. And as he gave her one of his real, goofy smiles, her legs gave out beneath her and Cardan was there pulling her up against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he finished his song before pressing a hot kiss against her lips. The applause for Cardan's performance was louder than it had been after hers and she knew without a doubt that she had lost their bet. But she couldn't bring herself to care when Cardan was still kissing her like that.

Cardan didn't let go of her until they were back at their table, and even then he settled down into his chair with her still in his lap. Her legs were still around him and she buried her face into the crook of his neck to breathe in the scent of him. His various earrings tickled her skin but she only buried herself deeper. His arms were a solid wall around her. She was safe here with him. She always would be.

"So do I have to tell you who won or is it obvious?" Ghost teased.

Finally, Jude pulled away from Cardan enough to look at their friend. "It's obvious, jackass, but you don't have to rub it in."

As Ghost laughed, Cardan gently tipped Jude's head back towards his. "You were really good though."

"Oh, please, no I wasn't," she said with a blush.

"All I could think about while you were up there was how badly I wanted to kiss you," Cardan whispered, so close she could feel his breath against her lips.

"Just kiss?" She breathed.

Cardan smiled a wicked smile and looked at her lips. "Why, Jude? Having dirty thoughts?"

"Maybe." The word came out in a whisper as Cardan leaned in to kiss her again. The kiss was desperate, one after another after another, and then his tongue slipped into her mouth and his hands slid up her back and--

"You guys are the fucking worst," Ghost said behind them.

Cardan pulled away but immediately buried his head against Jude's chest. "I'm gonna kill him. I'm actually going to kill him."

With a smile, Jude pressed a soft kiss to the top of Cardan's head and rose. She laughed as he shifted in his seat and arranged his legs in a manner that hid what was going on in his lap after that kiss. He stuck his tongue out at her like a little kid as she continued to laugh.

They took an Uber home. Despite Ghost’s best efforts, he went home without a man or woman for company. They walked into the apartment, arms slung about each other's shoulders, like a three headed monster--still singing a song that had been playing on the Ubers radio. Jude was full of bubbling laughter, Cardan looking at her like she was made of starlight, and Ghost was so drunk that he immediately collapsed facedown on the couch and started to snore. Once in Cardan's bedroom, Jude began trying to take off her boots but her hands didn't seem to know how to be hands anymore. With a soft laugh, Cardan gently sat her on the edge of the bed and pulled her shoes off for her.

"Can I borrow something to sleep in?" She slurred, gripping onto Cardan's shoulder for balance as the world started spinning.

"Of course, my darling god."

He gave her one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts. She ignored the latter but pulled the shirt over her head after Cardan helped her undress. With a contented sigh, she laid back in his bed.

Cardan used the restroom and changed before climbing in beside her, the motion waking her from her almost sleep. Cardan was humming as he pulled her into him.

"What are you singing?" She asked as she threw her arm over his hip to hold onto him.

"Darling can't you see," he sang softly. It took Jude just a moment to recognize the song as the same one he sang to her in the park. "I'm a broken man with addictive tendencies and I think… I love you."

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in case you’re interested, the song cardan sings at the bar is “bloody valentine” by mgk bc im trash. the next chapter is gonna be steamy and nsfw so prepare yourself for that lmao. hope you enjoyed!

@goblinwhoships @hizqueen4life @courtofjurdan @pilesofriles @velarian-trash @standbislytherin @heyheyheylemonade @ireallyshouldsleeprn

#jurdan #jurdan au #text post #my writing #okay to reblog #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #the folk of the air #jude x cardan

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starlitvesper · 4 years

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Why can’t I just focus on one thing at a time and quit doing weird side projects???

Argh. Whatever. Here’s the first part of my “Zim has gecko paws” AU.

Stuck on You

“If you’re not wearing the rest of your stupid getup anymore, why won’t you ditch the gloves?”

A slightly annoyed Zim looked up from where his head was in Dib’s lap, then stuffed most of his cotton candy in his face at once. Summer was in full swing, and that meant the local carnival was, as well. Where else were you supposed to bring your boyfriend for a tacky one-month anniversary?

“It wasn’t stupid, Dib. I just decided I would blend in better if I wore what you humans consider ‘popular fashion’,” Zim said dismissively.

Dib eyed Zim’s leggings and crop top, noting how they contrasted against his ripped black jeans and band tee. A bead of melted ice cream made its way down his cone and he licked it off before it could reach his fingers.

“Yeah, well, you look like a prep. And leggings aren’t pants.”

Zim crossed his legs. “You’re just jealous of how good my legs look in these.”

“Why would I be jealous of your legs??” Dib asked as he took a bite from his ice cream cone.

Zim didn’t have a good answer, so he bumped the bottom of Dib’s cone up into his face.

“Ack!! What the hell, Zim??”

Dib’s nose and mouth were completely covered in mint chocolate, and Zim stifled a giggle. Dib looked away and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, but not before Zim caught him grinning despite himself.

“You’re a jerk …” Dib muttered. “Back to my point, though. If you’d just ditch the gloves, you could quit wearing long sleeves in 85-degree heat.”

Zim shot him a long-suffering look. “You really want to know why I don’t take them off?”

Dib shoved the rest of his ice cream cone into his mouth. “Well, yeah … that’s kinda why I asked.”

Zim sat up. “Alright. Let’s go back to your house and I’ll show you.”

“Why not here?”

Zim looked around nervously. “There’s too many people here.”

Dib got to his feet. “Oh, like they’ve ever noticed any of the weird shit you do.”

Fifteen minutes later, they were back in the dark, air-conditioned recesses of Dib’s room. Dib cleared off a spot on the floor, tossing an armful of clothes in the hamper.

“Okay. Nobody else is home. We have the house to ourselves. Tell me your dark and terrible secrets,” he said, sitting cross-legged in front of Zim.

“Alright. But you can’t freak out about it,” Zim said nervously.

“I promise. Now just show me already!!”

Zim delicately grabbed the middle finger of his left-hand glove and tugged it off, revealing fingers that looked almost disappointingly normal. At least, until he held his hand out, palm up.

“Oh my god … you have gecko feet!!” Dib exclaimed with unbridled joy. “Why have you been hiding those?? Can you crawl up walls?? Holy shit this is so cool!!”

“Slow your roll, Dib—.”

Zim held up his hand and Dib abruptly grabbed it and intertwined their fingers.

“This feels so cool!! Okay you’re going to take those off more often and—.”

Dib tried to pull his hand back, but Zim didn’t let go. Dib gave him an odd look.

“You can … um … let go now, Zim …”

Zim’s eyes were wide. “That’s what I was just about to tell you … I can’t. I don’t have the muscle memory for it anymore.”

Dib just stared at him before whispering, “Please say ‘psych’...”

“I’m dead fucking serious.” He shook their hands vigorously to illustrate the point.

Dib put his other hand on top of Zim’s to make him stop. “Okay! Okay. I get it.” He started to pace, but was abruptly pulled to a stop. “Fuck … what are we going to do??”

The sound of a door closing downstairs made them both freeze. Dib mumbled a few choice, colorful swears as footfalls made their way up the stairs, stopping outside his door.

“Hey Dib!!” came Gaz’s voice from outside his door. He wasn’t sure if he should feel more relieved that it wasn’t his dad. He dragged Zim to the door and opened it a couple inches.

“What?” he asked, trying to obscure as much of his room as possible.

“What are you—?” Her eyes suddenly went wide and she peered around the door. “Oh my god, is that Zim in there with you?”

“I … yeah. We’ve been dating for like a month,” Dib said defensively.

“I already knew that,” she said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’m just shocked you’d bring him over for the yearly family dinner.”

Dib’s mouth went dry. “... Th-the whu?”

Gaz rolled her eyes. “Nice. You forgot again. Someday I’ll learn to have less faith in you. Look, if you don’t want to introduce him to your boyfriend, aka the alien you’ve been trying to destroy for the past four years—.”

“More like three?” Zim chimed in, his face appearing just below Dib’s in the doorway. “We’ve had a truce for a while now—.”

“Zim!” Dib hissed.

“Yeah, you two work so well together,” Gaz said flatly. “As I was saying … Dad’s gonna be here in like five minutes. So either push Zim out a window or commit to telling dad about your boyfriend.”

“... I can’t get rid of him,” Dib squeaked out.

Gaz held up her hands. “I’m not going to try to come between you two. If it’s that important—.”

Dib pulled the door open all the way and held Zim’s hand up, shaking it. “No, I mean I literally can’t get rid of him.”

“Ow, Dib!” Zim yelped, smacking his arm. “Ow ow ow!! Quit that!!” He forced their arms back down, glaring. “And quit panicking. We’ll just have to cut both our hands off.”

“Excuse me??” Dib said, holding his arm a little closer.

“You can just wear long sleeves until it grows back. You’ll be fine.”

“Human body parts don’t just grow back, Zim!!” Dib exclaimed, looking horrified.

Zim looked surprised. “They don’t?? Huh … well I guess that does explain what was so special about Deadpool …”

“How did you get through all of Deadpool without realizing nobody else regenerated body parts?” Gaz asked with a raised eyebrow.

Zim shrugged.

“Zim? Can we focus?” Dib asked, exasperated.

“Ugh, okay, fine. We’ll cut mine off,” Zim replied, as if it were any less gruesome a suggestion.

“Dead geckos still stick to things!! I’ll be hauling around your disembodied hand until it disintegrates!!”

Zim stuck his tongue out. “Yuck, you don’t have to make it sound so romantic, Dib.”

EDITED TO ADD (April 24, 2020) — Here’s the finished fic!

#zadr #zim and dib relationship #zim and dib romance #zim x dib #invader zim fanfiction #invader zim fan fiction #iz fan fiction #iz fanfiction #invader zim #zim #iz #dib membrane #dib #gecko zim au #my story #my stuff #long post

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randomfandomfamily · 4 years

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You know what Sonic likes? Long drives with his favorite Donut Lord.

You know what Sonic doesn’t like? Well, I’d be spoiling the story if I told you now. Read on, dear Tumblr folk, I hope you enjoy!

On an unrelated note, does anyone remember that one song by Post Malone? The one in the Spiderverse movie? Wonder what that was called…

Ever since almost dying on a road trip to San Francisco, Tom and certain a blue hedgehog took some time every couple of weeks to go take a drive. It was an unofficial tradition, and Maddie understood that it was kind of just a them thing.

Sometimes they picked out a destination and sometimes they didn’t. Honestly it was just fun to hang out with Sonic for a few hours and drive aimlessly. Gave them a chance to talk and let Sonic see a little more of Earth without potentially exposing himself.

It wouldn’t seem like much fun to most people, but most people hadn’t been living in fear and total isolation for years. A crooked road sign could entertain Sonic for five minutes, laughing and speculating what happened and wondering if he should fix it and ‘oh my god did someone paint on that one?’.

So yeah. It was usually pretty great.

Sonic pushed the buttons on the radio absently. “Any destination in mind?”

“Nah,” Tom replied as he batted Sonic’s hand away from the radio controls. “Think we’re just gonna drift for a while and see what we come across.”

“Sounds good. I’m always up for an adventure.” Sonic sat back in his seat. “So long as I can hop out every now and then.”

Tom gave him a warning glance. “Give me a heads up first.”

Sonic waved his hand flippantly. “Yeah yeah, I know. I promise I will not jump out the window without permission.” He started rolling down the window. “But just in case, I’m-”

“Nope,” Tom said. “Roll that back up.”

“I’m not gonna jump out.” He took his hands off the controls. “Halfway down. Deal?”

Tom narrowed his eyes. “Okay, halfway down, but not any further than that.”

“You got it, Donut Lord.” Sonic drummed his fingers the door. “You know, these trips are really cool. Because the world is, like, huge. And we only drive for a few hours, but you could see a lot in a few hours, and there’s still so much more to see later, you know?”

“Yeah, Earth’s a pretty big place,” Tom agreed. “You never really run out of new experiences here.” He took a left at the next intersection.

They usually took a right to heads toward a highway that could take them pretty far in a short amount of time, but Tom decided to take a scenic route. Sonic seemed more restless than usual, so he’d probably need to take a run soon. The highway wasn’t a good place for that.

“I mean, just think: there are whole other continents,” Tom said, “You could explore every inch of this mass of land we’re on and still have six other ones you could explore.”

Sonic tilted his head thoughtfully. “Yeah… I’m not so sure I’d want to explore Antarctica though. It’s cold there.”

“You know the continents?” Tom asked. “No offense, but I kinda figured that you didn’t have an education.”

“I don’t,” said Sonic. “But classrooms have windows, and there was stuff I wanted to know. Like reading? I definitely learned to read by hanging around outside a classroom.”

That’d be kinda creepy if it was coming from anyone other than Sonic. “That makes sense. Probably helps to know the language of the strange planet you’re on. Is our language written differently than yours?”

Sonic shrugged. “I mean, probably, but I never learned to read on my planet either, so I don’t really know what it was like.”

“You couldn’t read?” Tom asked. “Geez, how old were you? Four?”

“Somewhere around there, yeah.” Sonic’s brow furrowed in thought. “Or maybe I was three. Yeah, I think it was three. I was kinda preoccupied with surviving, so my memory’s a little hazy.”

Honestly, Tom wasn’t expecting a yes. “Oh. Um… that’s pretty young to be stranded on an alien planet.”

“I guess. It was better than the alternative though.” He tapped on the window. “Can I uh…?”

Tom slowed down a little. “Sure, go for it.” Sonic rolled down the window and zipped out of the truck. He checked the rearview to make sure Sonic couldn’t be seen from the road. Green Hills might be okay with Sonic, but they agreed they’d be a little more cautious with the rest of the world. For now, anyway.

After maybe thirty seconds, Sonic was back in his seat. “It’s really pretty around these parts. Lots of places to run around.” He went back to messing with the radio. Tom let him. It looked like it was gonna empty fields for a while and the radio was keeping Sonic occupied.

The roads were mostly straight and, aside from the few cars that passed by them earlier, empty. So Tom took the opportunity to gaze around. It seemed vaguely familiar but he didn’t know why. Maybe fields were just like that.

And, as he suspected, there were a lot of them. Some had crops growing. A few with tractors sitting idly in the middle of them. Every so often they’d even come across a pasture of horses.

They’d been driving for a while when Sonic said, “Hey, Donut Lord? You know I can see the horses too, right?”

Tom blinked at him. “Yeah. Why?”

“You keep… doing a thing. Every time we pass a field with some horses in you say something like, ‘Oh, wow, look at the horses’ or ‘Hey there’s horses over there’.”

“Oh. It’s just something people do while they’re driving,” Tom explained. “It’s, like, mandatory to acknowledge horses. And cows.”

“Why?”

“Well, it’s-” His brain short-circuited. “Uh…” Why did people do that?

“It’s… what?” Sonic looked confused. “Is there not a reason?”

Tom, completely baffled, admitted, “You know, I don’t think there is. I don’t know why we do it, we just do.”

“That’s weird,” Sonic told him.

“You’re not wrong.” A hill in the distance caught Tom’s eye. He squinted at it, then he remembered why this stretch of road seemed familiar to him. “Oh… oh, no way.”

“What?” Sonic asked. “Is it another horse?”

Tom grinned. “Nope, but it’s gonna be something cool.” He started to pull off onto the shoulder. “And also pretty.”

“Cool and pretty?” Sonic took off his seatbelt. “Consider me sold.” They hopped out of the truck. “So where is it?”

“Up the hill,” Tom said. “Stay here a sec. I just wanna make sure it’s still there.”

A few years ago, he’d gotten lost in these backroads. He’d climbed the hill to see if he could recognize anything from a higher vantage point. It didn’t work because he was in the middle of nowhere, but what he did find was a field of sunflowers.

He’d meant to come back, maybe show Maddie someday. Then he completely forgot about it. Hopefully it was still there. The odds of an entire field of flowers dying out was pretty slim, but not entirely impossible, and he didn’t want to drag Sonic all the way up there if the flowers were gone. Not that it’d be any trouble for him, he’d be there and back before Tom took two steps.

Luckily, the sunflowers were still there, just as bright and yellow as he remembered them. They were in orderly rows, so it was obviously owned by someone. That meant they couldn’t go in the field, but they could admire it from a distance. Sonic was pretty easy to impress anyway. He probably wouldn’t need to be surrounded by the sunflowers to be amazed.

Tom waved for Sonic to join him and there was a blue streak at the top of the hill before he could even put his hand down.

“Here it is! We can’t go in the field, but we can go get a closer look.” Tom started down the other side of the field. “These are sunflowers. And they’re probably the biggest flowers you’re ever gonna see. Seriously. Some of the flowers are bigger than my head and the stems are… “

He realized Sonic hadn’t run ahead of him yet, which was strange. Looking back to the top of the hill, he could see that Sonic hadn’t so much as moved, his eyes fixed on the field.

Tom chuckled. “What’s the matter? Intimidated by the giant sun plants?” He thought that’d snap Sonic out of whatever trance he was in, but he was still staring blankly. “Sonic?”

Sonic not being excited about seeing some new Earth thing was… kind of concerning. He was usually bouncing off the walls about this kind of stuff. Tom walked back up the hill, thinking maybe he had said something that made Sonic upset, but he had no idea what it could have been.

“You okay?” Tom asked.

“I don’t wanna go down there,” Sonic said.

There was a slight quiver to his voice that made Tom immediately kneel at Sonic’s side. “Hey buddy, it’s okay. We don’t have to go down there if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t.” He took a couple of steps back. “I really really don’t.”

“Sonic,” Tom reached out to put a hand on his shoulder. “Are you oka-”

“Don’t!” Sonic recoiled so hard that he nearly fell backwards. “Don’t touch me, just… s-stay back.”

Tom stood slowly. “Do you wanna go back to the truck?”

Sonic’s gaze darted around. “I need to- I have to go, I-”

“No,” Tom said gently, “You don’t need to run, remember? I’m here to help.”

“Help?” Sonic asked. “I- no? I’m not…” Giving the field another panicked glance, he took a step back. “She wasn’t supposed to… it was my fault…”

Tom moved to block Sonic’s view of the flowers. This wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Sonic was probably the most upbeat kid Tom had ever met, but there were times when the years he spent alone broke the surface.

He and Maddie weren’t sure what to do the first time it had happened. There wasn’t always a conventional solution. Sometimes all he needed was a hug, other times he was so overwhelmed that just wouldn’t work.

They figured out that it was always best to just ask before doing anything. “Lil Blue, I need you to tell me how to help. Do you want a hug? Need to talk?”

Sonic instantly looked more terrified than he already was. “No.”

“No hug or no talking?” Tom asked.

“Yes. I mean no! I mean…” Sonic shook his head. “I don’t know.”

Tom tried again. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Sonic shook his head. “You’ll h-hate me if I do.”

“No I won’t,” Tom reassured him.

“How do you know that?” Sonic demanded. “Y-you don’t even know what I did.”

“There is nothing you could do that could make me hate you.” Tom held out a hand. “Wanna go back to the truck now? We can head home if you want.”

Sonic looked past Tom for a moment, then nodded. “Okay… yeah, home sounds… nice.” He took Tom’s hand and they made their way back down the hill. There was a car that passed by, but Sonic was safely in his seat by then and Tom was getting ready to start the truck.

They drove in silence for a few minutes while Tom looked for a place to turn around. Tom didn’t ask Sonic to talk about what happened. The last time he and Maddie tried to force him to talk about something, it had resulted in him running. Not exactly what he needed right now.

“I wasn’t supposed to leave home.”

Tom was silent. Sonic rarely opened up about anything. The last time this happened, there was a massive storm that sent him spiraling into a panic attack. It took an hour before he was calm enough to talk, and even then he didn’t really say much.

“Longclaw would go outside with me sometimes. It wasn’t very often, but she only did it so I’d be safe.”

Now Tom was really making sure to keep quiet. Because as rarely as Sonic talked about his past, the thing he talked about the least was Longclaw. Were Tom and Maddie curious about her? Of course they were. Did Sonic flinch every time they mentioned her? Every single time.

“Longclaw, protected me. But I’m… you know, kinda reckless… and really stupid.” Tom wanted to argue that Sonic was most definitely not stupid, but he was still going with silence for now. “So one day, while she was asleep, I uh… I went outside.

“I shouldn’t have, and I knew that…” He grabbed his seatbelt like it was a lifeline. “I was just gonna go out and come right back in, I wasn’t even gone for that long.”

Tom spotted a driveway up ahead and pulled in to turn around.

“I came back. And I thought that… I thought everything was fine.” Sonic went silent for so long that Tom thought that he had stopped talking entirely. “Until they showed up. They chased us, they shot her out of the sky.”

Turning the truck around, Tom started heading for Green Hills. He wished he could text Maddie to prepare her for the emotional kiddo he was about to bring home.

“They were after me. And they never would have found her if I… if I had just.” He took a shaky breath. “She told me to go to Earth. That someone would always want my powers and I could never stop running.”

Well, that explained where the ‘I’m not allowed to have friends’ mindset came from.

“And I went through the portal. Can you believe it? I actually left.” Sonic shook his head. “I saw them, with bows and arrows and nets a-and spears and they were just running towards her and… I couldn’t leave her, so I tried to go back-” His voice broke. “But I wasn’t… fast enough. The portal closed before I could get to her.”

Tom could hear the tears in his voice and it was taking all of his willpower not to reach over and hug Sonic as tightly as he could.

“And you wanna… y-you wanna know what was s-so important?” Sonic managed. “I wanted to bring Longclaw a freaking flower.” He buried his face in his hands. “I-it was a little yellow f-flower, with a… a black center and I th-thought she’d like it.

“I never should’ve left her, Tom.” A choked sob escaped him as he cried, “It’s not fair, it should’ve been me.”

Now, Tom felt like he had earned the right to say that not much could rattle him. He’d befriended an alien, punched a government official, became a wanted criminal, participated in a bar fight, had his truck totaled by robots, fell off a building, helped send a mad scientist flying through a portal to a planet full of mushrooms, and that all happened within the span of two days. Safe to say there wasn’t much that could faze him at this point.

But that last sentence? That got to him. Sonic was thirteen.

Now was probably the time to say something. “Sonic,” Tom said in an even tone, “I don’t want you to say anything like that ever again.” The kid didn’t run, so he took that as a sign that it was safe for him to continue. “I can’t–and I won’t–deny that what happened was bad.

“And I’m not going to tell you that it’s gonna get better, because I don’t know that. I can’t pretend to know how that feels.” Truthfully, Tom couldn’t even begin to imagine it. He didn’t want to. “But I know it feels bad. And it’s going to feel bad, because that’s how feeling works.

“But it is not fair to blame yourself like that,” Tom told him firmly. “You can’t keep beating yourself up for a mistake that happened years ago.”

Sonic scowled. “But I got her killed.”

“Were you holding a spear?” Tom asked. “No? Then you didn’t kill her.”

“I should have done something!” Sonic shouted.

“You were three!” Tom responded with equal volume. Normally he wouldn’t yell, but this needed to be fixed, and it was getting fixed now. “Sonic, you can’t keep blaming yourself for a mistake that any kid would make.

“Everybody breaks a rule every now and then. Especially kids. You were a super-powered toddler who was essentially under house arrest for powers that you didn’t ask for. I can’t blame you for wanting to go outside for a few minutes, and I refuse to let you blame yourself.

“Bad things happen. But you walking outside did not kill Longclaw. Some assholes, who thought it was okay to hunt down a child, killed her. For no good reason.” His tone softened. “But like I said, I know that doesn’t make it suck any less and you’ve got every right to be upset. Just… don’t say something like that again, okay? It makes me worry.”

Sonic hesitated. “I… okay.” He pulled his knees up to his chest and stared out the window.

Tom, worried he’d gone overboard, asked, “You think you’re gonna be alright?”

He shrugged. “I mean, probably? I don’t know, it’s just… no one’s ever worried about me like that before. Not since Longclaw. Sounded like something she’d say though.”

“She sounds pretty smart.”

“Well, she was an Owl. So… yeah. Pretty smart.” Sonic fiddled with the window controls. “But, you know, you’re pretty smart too.” He cleared his throat. “And I uh… I’m sorry for freaking out about the… flowers.”

Tom patted his shoulder. “Don’t apologize. Everybody’s got their moments.”

“They just looked so much like the flowers from my island, except they were way bigger. Which was… scarier somehow. Like they were threatening me.” He glanced at Tom nervously. “Is that dumb?”

“Of course not,” Tom said. “Stuff like this just happens. You don’t get to pick what sets it off, or when.” He smiled. “But you know what we can do?”

Sonic tilted his head. “What?”

“We can go home to Pretzel Lady, then sit on the couch with way too many blankets and watch a movie.”

The kid managed a smile. “It’s not cold outside.”

“Hey,” Tom said, “There’s never a bad time for comfy blankets.”

“Whatever you say, Donut Lord.” The smile faded just as quickly as it appeared. That was fine. Tom didn’t expect his mood to improve immediately.

It was a while before they got back home, and Sonic hadn’t so much as touched the controls on the radio. He parked the truck and opened up the door, pausing for a moment to look over at Sonic.

Still hadn’t moved.

Tom walked over to the other side of the truck and opened the passenger side door. “Wanna lift?”

Sonic blinked, barely registering the question. “Huh?”

“Yeah, okay, c’mere kid.” Tom scooped up Sonic and closed the door. Sonic looked bewildered at first, then he relaxed and let himself be carried inside.

It wasn’t even hard to hold him. He was tiny. Tom wondered how small Sonic might’ve been when he was younger. How little was at age ten? Or five? Or even three, when he had first arrived here?

Maddie was just coming down the stairs when they walked in. “Hey boys! You’re home early.” She noticed Sonic in Tom’s arms. “Everything okay?”

Tom gave her a look that said he’d explain in a minute, then smiled at Sonic. “Why don’t you go pick a movie, huh?”

Sonic nodded and jumped to the floor. Maddie watched him leave with increasing worry. “Is he okay?” She asked once he was safely in the living room. “He didn’t even run.”

He ushered her into the kitchen. “We had a rough ride. Got something else to add to the ‘List of Things that Freak Sonic Out to All Hell’.”

Her expression became serious. “What is it?”

“Sunflowers.” He stopped her before she could say anything. “I’ll explain later, I promise, but the kid’s not having a great time at the moment. So I’m gonna grab some blankets-”

“And I’ll help him pick a movie,” Maddie finished. “Because it’ll take him forever to pick one himself.”

Tom gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

She rolled her eyes. “You may have mentioned it before.” Shoving him gently, she added, “Now get us some blankets, it’s movie time.”

He made the usual rounds around the house to gather up blankets. This was probably going to be one of their quieter movie nights, since Sonic was clearly in no mood to be his usual rambunctious self. And he still had no idea how he was going to explain all of this to Maddie later.

But he could cross that bridge when he got there.

Maddie was already putting on a movie when he got back, and Sonic was sitting quietly on the couch. Tom dumped the blankets on him unceremoniously. “So! What are we watching?”

Sonic unburied himself from the pile of blankets. “Something Maddie picked. The Incredibles, I think.”

“Really?” He plopped down on the couch and helped spread out the blankets. “No Keanu?”

“Nope,” Maddie said as she sat down on the other side of Sonic. “He hasn’t seen this one yet. Figured it’d be fun. Plus, I think there’s a character I think he’ll really like.” Dash, of course.

Tom tossed her some blanket. “Sounds good to me.”

Thankfully, Sonic seemed a little less upset as the movie progressed, even laughing about halfway through. But that didn’t stop Tom and Maddie from glancing at him every few minutes or so just to make sure.

He didn’t know when their next drive would be, but he hoped that it didn’t end like this one had. The three of them with a movie? Yes, absolutely. That was about the only good outcome of the trip.

But they’d definitely be avoiding that stretch road from then on.

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Strawberry Wine (Part 1, Chapter 4)

Rating: General Audiences

Author: desperationandgin

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