#i swear when i saw this moment i thought...cinema
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bloom.
part four of the no strings attached series by @lilystyles
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authors note part four is hereeeeeee!! IM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO WRITE THIS. i was drowning in assignments these past few months which is why it has taken me so long. i am now on my winter break yay, so i should be able to update more regularly thanks for the patience and love XXXX
brief description y/n and harry go to dinner and something stronger blooms between them.
warnings! smut (f!receiving, blowjob, sex, cumplay, loss of virginity but is all very romantic) unprotected sex (pls wear a condom), swearing, alcohol abuse, overall just a mature read. around 11.6k words. (she's longggg omg)
inexperinced!virgin!reader x fwb!harry
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Harry and Y/n had managed to keep their new ‘relationship’ a secret for a little over a month which Y/n was very proud of, normally she couldn’t lie to save her life. He’d come over most weekends or she’d go to his and they would eat food, sometimes they’d cook sometimes they’d go out, they would watch films, sometimes at home sometimes in the cinema. But by the end of the night after a few wines and with an old soul record playing in the background they’d pleasure each other.
It was simply perfect. Whatever, wherever they were at was the happiest they had ever been. Except maybe the few Christmases they’d had together as roommates.
Y/n had never thought she could enjoy someone else’s company this much. Within time she grew the most comfortable she ever had been with someone. He’d seen her naked, he’d seen her cry, he’d seen her bleed, and he knew all of her secrets. She felt so free around him. It was a wonderful feeling, she only wished she could tell her other friends about it and how great it was. How happy she was, how happy he made her. This free feeling? Did they have that too? Is that why they’d always encouraged her to get a boyfriend and put herself out there?
But she knew it was just easier this way — their own little bubble. Keeping it their little secret. Sometimes things went to shit once they were said out loud. She’d noticed that and was worried if she shared it with them he would disappear.
They still hadn’t had sex yet, Harry wanted to wait for the right moment for that. He knew that virginity was a silly construct but he still wanted her first time having sex to be something she wouldn’t regret. He couldn’t live with himself if he ruined that for her. He didn’t want it to feel forced and corny and like it was this dramatic live changing event but he didn’t want it to be in the back of a car in a dark car park either. He wanted it to be a nice moment. She’d been ready for weeks, since that first night even. But when Harry told her waiting was the right thing to do she listened and was grateful for his delicate handling of the situation. He was more experienced so she listened.
She trusted him.
When Harry got a text from James that day that the guys all wanted to go on a camping trip for a long weekend in the middle of spring, he called her immediately.
After a few rings, she answered. “Hi, Haz!” She sounded breathless but chirpy.
“Hey, Lovie.” He could hear clatter in the background. She must’ve been up to something. A loud bang echoed in his ear.“What are you doing, Cheeky?” He said in a playful tone.
She giggled. “I’m attempting to perfect a cookie recipe. I had a bit of an anxious day, so I needed a distraction.”
“Why didn’t you just call me? I’m happy to distract you.” He said softly, grabbing a jumper from his cupboard. He was about to ask if he could come over, not that he needed to at this point.
She wondered for a moment if he meant that in a sexual way or not. Because everything had begun to blur. Sure most of the time when she saw Harry they’d pleasure each other, but sometimes he just held her warmly in his arms. Sometimes they did nothing at all. What did it all mean? Sometimes he felt like a boyfriend, most of the time actually.
“I’m sure you have a life outside of being my distraction.” She said stubbornly, mixing the batter in the large bowl. Her arm was aching. The smell of spices and ginger filled her nose, her biggest struggle when baking was usually not eating all the batter.
“Not really. So, can I come over?”
She giggled again, softly. “Of course. See you in 20.”
“Getting in the car as we speak.”
“Drive safely please.”
He smiled. “Always, Bun.”
When he arrived at her apartment he barely had to knock before she had already opened the door.
“Hi, H!” She chirped.
“Hi, Petal.”
She opened the door wide for him. “Come in.” She was in a pair of boxers he had left behind a few nights ago they were dark blue and a tight old One Direction shirt. She’d supported them in the early stages of their career, that shirt was from way back when. She was covered in flour and other cooking ingredients, looking as adorable as ever. Wearing those ridiculous bunny slippers of hers.
He shut the door behind him following her to the kitchen where something good was cooking. She was making another batch of her cookies (she was famous for them).
“I thought you could give these to Gem and Anne when you see them, you said they were coming down last time you were ‘round. Of course, you don’t have to. But I miss them, and they used to like my cookies.” She said shyly, suddenly feeling embarrassed. He never took his eyes off her.
He grinned stepping closer to her with his arms wide. “You are the cutest.”
She blushed.
“You should come to dinner.” He pulled her into his chest, chin resting on her head. Smelling the scent of her delicious shampoo as he squeezed the plump flesh of her arms and shoulders.
She looked up, arms still wrapped around his hips, “That isn’t very friends with benefits of us though, is it?” Tucking her head into his chest, he smelt so good today. Like every day. The woodsy fresh bodywash he used was still very strong on his skin and his hair was extra fluffy. He must have showered this morning.
“I’d have asked you, either way, Love. Y’know Mum adores you. Gem too.”
She looked up. “Okay….When is it?”
“Tonight, that’s sort of why I wanted to come over. And, did you see the text James sent?”
She shook her head and walked over to the living room and found her phone buried underneath the dozens of blankets. She now saw the chat flooded with texts.
JAMES
Hi guys! Is everyone free next weekend for the long weekend? Me and Daisy have planned a lil getaway at the beach. We would love to go all together like the old times. Bring a tent and gear. X
DAISY
and bring your party pants!!
OLIVE
I’m so there. :))
FINNLEY
I’ll check, I’ve got exams coming up.
But fingers crossed.
PENNY
i am definitely coming !!!
MICHAEL
Yes bet bet. Sounds like a plan
JAMES
Harry? Y/n? U two in?
She looked up. “Sounds nice, a lil’ getaway.” She liked the idea of doing nothing with Harry by the beach and amongst nature.
“I’ll go if you go.”
That made her smile and she looked down before typing.
me and harry shall be there xxx
After that, Harry managed to get roped into helping finish the cookie decorating before Y/n rushed off to get ready for dinner. Harry had booked a swanky restaurant, so Y/n felt like she had to dress up just a bit more than their usual dinners.
Once she was out of the shower, she stared annoyedly in her towel at her options.
She remembered when Harry used to come home from touring and Anne would throw these big but intimate dinner parties and invite all his family and friends. Y/n could just wear jeans to that and they’d all bundle up around a bonfire after dinner and look at the stars. Harry and her would share a wine or two and it was simple. Harry loved how normal he felt with Y/n, even the memory of her was enough to ground him. He was glad she was back in his life, and he felt now he was ready for it and ready for her.
Harry came down the hall to her room and sat down on her bed grabbing one of her teddy bears and cuddling it in his big arms. The sight was rather funny, this big tattooed man and a little pink teddy bear cuddled up in pretty feminine soft-looking bedsheets. “I’ve got to change and pick some gifts up from back home before we go, is that okay?” He asked watching her dig through her clothes.
She nodded. “Of course! But what should I wear? What do you think?”
She was oddly nervous about tonight even though every Christmas when she went home to Holmes Chapel she went over to Harry’s Mums house for a drink and sometimes had the odd text with Gemma. She was still in contact with that side of her life it was just now she was Harry’s date to dinner. But she wasn’t his girlfriend but they’d think she was and what did that mean? Anne and Y/n’s mother had wanted them to get married for years now since they were around 10. Would this be the new talk of the town between all the mothers? She knew it was likely. Gemma was probably bringing her partner Michal, so it felt really official or something.
He watched her, her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as she stared at her cupboard.
“I’m just wearing a shirt and slacks. Simple.” He replied. “Don’t think too hard about it, you’ll look pretty in anything, Bun.”
“Harry, I bet all of your outfit is custom-made Gucci. I can’t compete with that!”
He bit his lip to hold back his laugh. “Lovie, calm down. Don’t work yourself up. Just wear somethin’ you feel nice in. If yeh’ worried about me caring that’s silly, I like yeh’ in anythin’.”
She remained frowning and started to dig through the dresses she had. She found one hidden amongst them, she wore it to her birthday once. It was a long golden slinky dress with lace detail on the hem and neckline. It was very delicate. And even though it was spring she knew it would still be chilly that evening so she grabbed a long brown coloured coat from off the door that she had been wearing most days to Uni. It was warm and woollen and she loved it.
Harry busied himself by scrolling through his phone while she got ready. It didn’t take her long, once she was happy with her outfit and had added a light pink scarf, a handbag and some shoes she went to the bathroom to do her makeup and hair.
She had already blow-dried her hair before and it was in a lovely natural state so she didn’t bother changing it. For makeup she kept it simple, only enhancing her features. When she was ready and came out Harry looked up upon the clicking of her heels.
His cheeks turned pink at the sight. Jesus. “Beautiful, Bun.” He felt no words could do it justice.
She blushed a bit too at those words and that admiring expression of his. “Thanks, Harryyy. Ready? I’ll get the cookies and lock up and then we can go, okay?”
He nodded at her standing up and following her lead as she’d put the cookies into a tin.
Once she grabbed everything else she needed they got in Harry’s car and headed to his house.
Y/n was browsing Harry’s playlists and noticed a new one in there which was unnamed only with a pink heart as the title. He wasn’t really paying attention to her on his phone, his hand was carelessly thrown on her thigh and the other the wheel, they were both pretty silent, it was calm. So he didn’t notice her scrolling through the songs — it was this soft, romantic, sleepy, soul playlist. Full of a lot of her favourites and it felt like a cosy evening. So she put it on and placed his phone back into her lap.
Harry’s ears pricked up at the sound of the song, she’d found the playlist. Was it obvious it was for her? Well, about her?
“You found it.” He whispered, the song was only softly playing as background noise. He didn’t have the radio up loud. So she heard him.
“Yeah, it’s like all m’favs.” She said, smiling gently.
He contemplated saying it, feeling his heart speed up as he spoke, “I made it f’you.”
She finally met his eyes and gave him this dazzling toothy grin. “Aw, that’s nice, Haz. Really sweet.” She leaned over kissing his cheek. She laughed when her lipstick left a stain and she rubbed it. “Sorry.”
He just gave her thigh a squeeze in reply worried he might reveal himself if he said anything else and a few songs later they arrived at his house. He told Y/n she could wait in the car because it would take him 10 minutes max to get dressed.
She nodded and scrolled through her Instagram while she waited and then replied to a text from her Mum before she turned her phone off and waited in silence. He was quick as promised and when he came out the door he was looking devilishly handsome.
She felt her body react to it. Her cheeks turned pink, her pupils grew in want, and her hands itch to touch him. Her heart was hammering against her chest and she felt a familiar twist of want in her stomach. He was in a silky black shirt that was long and tight on his muscular arms, his buttons were undone and showed off his tattoos. Which reminded her of when he had his long hair and he was this pure sex god rockstar of a man. He had a pair of black flared pinstripe trousers to match and a pair of black boots with red detailing. He looked so good she wanted to faint. She felt her thighs squeeze in want and she sighed at herself, don’t be such a perv!
He had added some extra rings and jewels from his usual bundle. Something caught her eye. It was this golden pendant with a moon and star on it, she’d bought it for him for his 19th birthday, when they first started living together. She hadn’t seen him wear it in a long time, she’d forgotten she’d even bought the thing. Y/n remembered buying it. Harry had been with her, they were at a market full of random things looking for cheap furniture for their place.
They were walking past this large jewellery stall and both admired the rings and style. It was different from the normal places they’d seen. They had tonnes of it. A glint of something gold had caught her eye, it was that pendant. It was one of the only gold among the silver. She touched it in admiration and Harry peered over her shoulder, saying it was pretty and he liked it. Harry said he thought it was cool and matched a lot of his other jewellery. But without much thought, he walked off to look at some couches in the next stall.
Y/n knew his birthday was coming up and asked the jeweller how much it was. He was this eccentric gentleman, who smiled at her. Showing the matching ring to her which was very dainty and feminine that she didn’t even think would fit Harry’s fingers. She explained that she just wanted the necklace as a gift for someone. But he said that he would not sell either piece without the other. At the time he explained it was made for two lovers, so they’d always be together, but Y/n replied it was just for a friend, truly believing he was just trying to get more money out of her. But now looking back she and Harry loved wearing them and matching. It cost her more money than she could afford at the time but she was drawn to it. Something magical in the crafting of them.
Her hand reached over to touch his neck fingers touching the chain. “Oh, my god. I forgot about that.”
He grinned. “Found it the other day.”
She wished she knew where the ring was. “I remember that ol’ thing.” Sometimes when she was in the crowd or if Harry knew she was watching the show, in the early stages that is, he’d lift up the pendant and kiss it or touch his heart where it lay. Especially if he was playing a song Y/n liked (or that was secretly about her). Sweet Creature was one he wrote for her.
When they arrived in a rather fancy area of London with very expensive restaurants and hotels, Y/n could’ve laughed. They’d both grown up okay, but they were just normal working-class families and they weren’t spoiled. She wished she could go back and tell young Harry who was always working away on his singing that’d he’d be here. She wished she could run into the bakery and tell him he’d be the most famous man ever. Tell both the young kids who were working selling pastries and bread that they would be here in a short time, together.
The valet collected the car and Harry slinked his hand into hers when they stepped out, and Y/n thought she spotted someone giving them a double-take. They quickly entered the restaurant, and the concierge took their coats for them.
The restaurant was warm and heated, with all these crisp white tablecloths, mood lighting, and crystal glasses. The waiter immediately guided them to their table which was a fancy booth and Anne was already there waiting. She got up and instantly pulled Y/n into her arms.
“I’m so glad Harry brought you, Darling! It’s so good to see, look at that gorgeous face of yours.” She squeezed her cheeks and kissed her forehead leaving a big mauve-coloured lipstick stain there. Y/n grinned so big and pulled her back in for another hug whispering sweet comments.
Anne was so lovely, Y/n had always loved her. She made one of her favourite people, and it made sense why he was so respectful and kind. So perfect.
Harry was next to be welcomed, bending down to be fussed over in her arms. Anne questioned if he’d been eating enough and began a tangent of worried remarks. He was such a momma’s boy, he could only smile gently at her.
When Gemma and Michal arrived they greeted Y/n too with hugs and kind comments and once their meals arrived all her tensions eased. She now knew she had been silly to worry. Harry’s family were just as lovely as him. She knew that already and this pressure of her being his date was stupid. They already liked her, they knew her, and they’d seen her grow up beside Harry. She was just Y/n and he was just Harry.
They ate wonderful dinners and drank expensive brands of champagne, along with some fancy French dessert Y/n had never tried that Harry insisted she ate. It was a perfect night and she was sad to say goodbye to them all. When Harry dipped to the bathroom for a minute Anne pulled her aside.
“I’m so glad you two are getting closer again, you’ve always been my favourite of his girlfriends. And these cookies! So delicious, I love when you send them over at Christmas time. Harry steals the whole thing of them, usually. No one can keep their hands off them. Ever thought of selling them?”
“Thank you, Anne. Thanks for letting me come, I hope I didn’t intrude on your family night.” She didn’t have the heart to tell her otherwise. She wished she was one of his girlfriends and she was glad someone appreciated her cookies.
When Harry back came from the bathroom he saw Y/n hugging his mum, and his heart melted at the sight.
Y/n was good with people, and his family had always loved her. She was so gentle and well-mannered. Their Mums were very close too which helped. When they had drifted Anne still updated him that Y/n was doing well, and he was always pleased to hear that.
Harry said his goodbyes too and promised them something about bringing Y/n to another family catch-up, she just smiled warmly with pink cheeks at the idea. She was leaning into his side, his big arm draped over her shoulders as he kissed her temple.
The valet handed Harry the keys and they slid into his car before driving back home finally. It was around 10 in the evening and Y/n was absolutely blissful, her hand had found his lap stroking his thigh gently as a light patter of rain began to fall down on the windows.
“You were wonderful tonight. Mums’ always loved you though, Petal.” His eyes were on the road but he was grinning anyway — unable to contain it. He felt so fucking happy.
She grinned softly. She was pretty sure she was all heart eyes for him right now. She imagined she probably looked like one of those cartoons where the guy sees a pretty woman walking down the road and his eyes pop out and his head starts spinning.
“Thanks for bringing me, Harry. It was lovely. I had a really nice night.”
He looked at her as if to say ‘duh’, “Of course, I’d bring ya’ I know we didn’t talk for a while there, but I thought of you a lot. And y’know Mum, loves ya’. You’re very important to us all.”
She looked away from him blushing down at her free hand before nodding, and softly replying. “I thought of you too. Why didn’t you come to Mum’s New Year’s party? I waited for you the whole night…”
He sighed thinking back to what she was talking about.
“I was in Japan.” He replied. “I really did contemplate flying back just for the party, but I wasn’t sure if y’wanted me too.”
She looked over at him. “I didn’t know that.”
“I know.” He replied softly.
The rest of the car journey was quiet, the gentle hum of the radio played along with the sound of rain softly hitting the glass. Harry didn’t speak he just moved his hand onto his thigh where hers rested, giving it a squeeze.
It didn’t take long to arrive back at his house, Harry opened the door for her and they quickly rushed inside to avoid the rain it had grown heavier and more wild. Y/n stepped inside first with a sigh, and Harry was not far behind. His hands slid onto her hips and lower stomach, and he kissed her neck just below her ear.
She giggled, her hands finding his. He began to whisper sweet nothings to her but was cut off by her phone ringing. He grunted in annoyance but she said she had to take the call.
He didn’t let go of her, clinging to her childishly and nuzzling his head into her soft shoulder.
“Hi, Mum.” She said into the phone, Harry paused his touch.
He could hear the sound of Y/M/N over the phone muffled.
“Anne already told you?” Y/n wanted to laugh. She looked at Harry who sighed, of course, Anne had already rung Y/n’s Mum.
“No. We aren’t dating Mum. We are just friends.” She sighed. Harry chuckled.
They weren’t just friends now. Friends don’t make each other cum, they don’t kiss, or see each other naked, friends don’t do what they do. They were way past that line now. He knew her inside and out and now he knew her more intimately than anyone ever had. Harry wondered if he’d ever have the balls to approach the subject of their relationship and where he stood.
“Mum, we were never dating. Please stop telling people he’s my ex-boyfriend.” She laughed. Her Mum was a funny old thing.
“Okay, I gotta go now. Bye, Mum.”
The muffled voice spoke again.
“Yep. Yep. Okay. Love you too. Bye.” She let out a big sigh hanging up the phone.
Harry was taking off his shoes and belt, he seemed sleepy but content. He was sat on the couch, he’d turned the mood lighting on. It was this warm glowy orange hue that washed over the room. He looked up upon hearing the end of the conversation.
“What is it with Mums?” He teased her as leant back against the plush white sofa. Y/n described it as sitting on a cloud. She napped on it all the time. His legs were all spread out and his head was thrown back.
Harry was so fucking hot. All the time. Did he never get tired of looking so handsome?
She shrugged, walking over to sit beside him and threw her legs up so she was laying on his lap. Her cheek rested on his thigh, and Harry’s painted fingernails scratched the roots of her hair. She made a little content sigh, letting her eyes flutter shut. Him touching her was like heaven.
“Mm. Feels nice, Harry.” He let out a little chuckle. She was practically purring from his touch, all curled up on his lap. Her hands were resting on his knee, and he found himself admiring them. So dainty and delicate. Sometimes he pondered adding a ring to that finger of hers. He thought she’d be a very good person to grow old with. She loved routines and nights in, but she was witty and intelligent, though she loved simplicity she was definitely not boring. She kept you on your toes.
He wanted to stay like this forever. She was practically falling asleep in his lap, like putty in his hands. She made the odd sigh or moan in contentment every now and then as he let her destress.
She had been a bit stressed with Uni and her life at the moment, the work of it all was hard right now, so he wanted to do anything to help her calm down. The dinner had been a nice distraction for her, and she seemed a lot happier that evening than the text he had received from her that morning.
She rolled over to her other side so her face was near his hip nose grazing against his skin which smelt so fucking good — he used this expensive woodsy cinnamon soap it made her want to lick him all over. He continued his slow and delicate scratch on her head and his other hand rubbed her exposed back. Her hands moved to under his shirt, trailing along his fern tattoos and grazing the wisps of hair that lead underneath his waistband. Her nose grazed his skin as she tiredly nuzzled into him, feeling her eyes shut. She felt so safe in his lap and arms.
It was so domestic. They had become so domestic. He wished every day he could come home and say something cheesy like ‘Honey, I’m home!’ and scoop her up into his arms and kiss her silly. He longed for nights like this watching TV as she rested on his chest, moving with the rise and fall of his chest. He wanted the mornings too. When she grumpily didn’t want to wake up unless it was from kisses and a coffee.
“Do y’want some wine?” He asked her, his voice all raspy.
They’d only each had a glass of champagne with dinner which had long since faded. Leaving them very sober.
“Sure. Red?” She asked sitting up. Her hair was slightly messy from his playing with it.
He nodded his hand finding her chin and lifting it up. “Whatever y’want, Lovie.” He kissed her forehead before getting up and moving to the kitchen. She finally took her heels off and removed her scarf placing them on the floor. She stood up, feeling the soft rug on her sore feet.
She leaned down to the coffee table lighting some candles of his. She lit a soap-smelling one and then a lavender one. Then once she was happy with that she walked over to his records and looked for something nice to play.
She stumbled upon a Marvin Gaye one and she giggled to herself. It was kind of cheesy love making music, so she picked that one. She placed the record down on the turn table part and placed the stylus down. It began to hum a gentle sultry song and she moved back to the couch.
When Harry came back she was laying on the couch, spread out as she hummed along to Marvin Gaye. In his hands, he had a bottle red all the way from New Zealand and two pink-tinted wine glasses.
He laughed at her. “Look at yeh, Minx.” He teased.
She smiled up at him, her dress was hiked up and she looked like the embodiment of idleness. She sat up so he could join her and he poured them both a glass.
They only had two glasses each before Y/n started to droop tiredly against his shoulder. He found her particularly adorable like that. When he finished his final sip he helped her up so they could go to sleep, he blew out the candles too. She followed him lazily up the stairs and into the bedroom, arms wrapped around his waist and tummy.
He found a random Fleetwood Mac shirt and some grey tracksuit pants for her to wear in one of his messy drawers.
She changed out of the dress and was so happy to get her bra off. It was this pretty lacy one that had Harry frothing at the mouth. Her undies followed once he began to change as well. He found a pair of black silky sleeping pants and didn’t bother with a top.
She followed him to the ensuite and found the cotton pads and makeup remover he had just for her. She began to wipe off the makeup and was glad to be rid of it. He was brushing his teeth silently beside her and she watched him through the mirror. He caught her and gave her a wink.
She just made a little kissy face in response. He smiled against the toothbrush, a rim of foam around his lips. Once she was done with all that she threw the rubbish into the small bin beside the toilet.
“Do you have face wash?” She said quietly.
He nodded, spitting into the sink. “Just up there.” He pointed to the cupboard which was also the mirror.
She opened it, rising on her tip toes for a second.
“Blue.” He replied. She squinted trying to find the blue bottle, he had an array of skincare products. She saw a big dark blue bottle, she reached for it and he nodded showing her that was the right one.
They both washed their faces together and he smiled watching it foam up against her skin. Once they had washed their faces Y/n finally brushed her teeth and they went to bed.
She sighed slipping into the big fluffy bed. He had some pale blue sheets on this week. He slid in beside her wrapping his strong arms around her and pulling her into him. He nuzzled his face into her neck and shoulder, the very slight stubble nipping her skin.
The backs of her thighs pressed against the front of his, her bum pressed up nicely against his soft silky pants and his hands squeezed the soft plump of her tummy in comfort. It wasn’t particularly late, but they loved to be inside Harry’s big bed and just cuddle.
“Y’were just perfect tonight. How someone hasn’t swept y’up and kept yeh I dunno…” He whispered kissing the top of her header, nose brushing against her hair, inhaling her shampoo.
She flushed. “No one’s really tried, H.” He made her heart pick up at the comment. This man and his flattery.
“Lucky f’me. Means I can have ya’ all ta’ myself.” It was meant as a joke, but honestly, he selfishly did want her all to himself. She was so perfect.
She giggled. “Lucky you.”
He squeezed her closer and tighter. She giggled some more, wriggling in his grip. One of his hands moved to her upper thigh. She stopped and leaned into the touch. They didn’t talk they just started to relax into a sleepy silence, the chilly air making them want to bask in each other’s warmth even more.
He kissed her shoulder every now and then soothingly and Y/n shut her eyes. Basking in the feeling of him. His presence made her feel so safe she wanted to sleep often.
“Harry, do you ever think about how long we’ve known each other?” She asked randomly, as his hands continued to rub her body feeling her soft skin against his palms.
“All the time, Petal. Why?” He said softly, his voice was all raspy and gravelly. It made her feel something in the pit of her stomach. He made it even harder for her not to beg for him, this waiting game felt like edging.
“It’s just funny to me how much we have changed, but also how little we have too. I mean we’ve known each other since what? Daycare? And that little boy is still you…”
He understood exactly what she meant. Some things would never change about Harry even with age. Like, he would always be kind and always make an effort. He would always have 3 sugars in his tea unlike, Y/n who would prefer none. He would always enjoy cheesy romance films and love the idea of love. He will always admire old couples walking down the street. And she would always see the more practical side to love.
She thought back to when they were younger teenagers and how he was rather distant from her in the sense that they were in the same friend group but funnily enough never really talked alone. Then she remembered that in their final year at school Harry, who had refused to dance with anyone else, asked Y/n to dance with him because he knew she’d been waiting for the boy she fancied to ask her all night. Sitting all pretty by herself, feeling like her efforts had been a waste. Only to find herself in the hands of him, spinning and laughing underneath the disco ball.
Then in University when they found out they were going to the same place they naturally found an apartment together, with a slight push from their mothers. Who felt at ease knowing their babies would have each other. Which was weird at first but soon they were at a furniture shop testing mattresses and giggling.
She never felt uncomfortable around Harry, but once she was close to him she knew she was done for. She knew that for the rest of her life, she’d want him. Crave him close to her. He kind of felt that too, but in a different sense.
It was more like they kept finding each other unplanned. During school they’d had so many lessons together, sitting with each other quietly. After school, his Mum had her family over for a meal. Then sometimes at the bakery, where they served familiar faces, and between breaks they sipped hot chocolate together. At the end of year dance Y/n and Harry were the only two without dates, and so he danced with her. When University rolled around no one else was going, and of course, Y/n had accidentally by luck of the draw picked the same school as him. They both happened to need a roommate and then they were roommates, then finally best friends. It was as simple as that, it just fell into place with her. He never forced anything.
Oh, how he loved those memories of being her roommate and best friend. Whenever he thought back to those times he couldn’t help but grin. Neither had ever anticipated anything that would happen — him famous, and her here with him, cuddled in bed.
“It’s like we can’t not be in each other’s lives. You’re always there for me, showing up.” Was all he could manage to say.
It’s true, when they had drifted and he did a tour for his first album she came to a show with her own money.
Anne had called her up explaining in a panic how nervous he was for this tour. It was his first without the band. So, with little thought Y/n went in support because no one else could make it, Anne and Gemma both had stuff they couldn’t back out of. Anne knew Y/n would do it for Harry. Everyone knew she’d do just about anything for him except, well, him.
She was in the front row, dressed in a familiar outfit that took him back in time. It was this lavender dress from their school days. She’d worn it to the dance. It was bouncy and had big puffy sleeves, all short and fluffy.
He hadn’t expected it at all.
He came out, dancing and going wild for one of his louder and more upbeat songs. When he finally greeted the crowd he scanned them and said politely. “Hi, I’m Harry!”
She rolled her eyes. How was he still so devilishly charming?
He spotted something familiar, someone, familiar. Her eyes, her smile, and that dress took him back. Suddenly he felt like he was at home, in Holmes Chapel and he was just singing karaoke with his old friends.
“Y/n?!” He said with a grin. Completely shocked, he shook his head in a puppydog like manner. The few longtime fans in the crowd cheered loudly, knowing her from photos off his Instagram. Anne had a few up on her Instagram too and they seemed to love Y/n in the comments (mainly).
She waved at him. Mouthing, “Hi, H!” She couldn’t contain her smile.
She could see in his eyes how much it meant to him. They got all glassy and soft. Even if they hadn’t spoken in a while she calmed him down immediately. He hadn’t realised how much having her there would calm him.
She was like chamomile tea, a warm bed, all things nice and calming.
“Thank you for being here, for those of you who don’t know, Y/n is a very old friend of mine. We worked together in a bakery.” He jested.
Y/n giggled.
It felt right for him to sing this song next, “This next one is Sweet Creature.”
“I’ll always be there for you, H. You know that.” She said tenderly.
He rolled her around to face him so he could see her pretty face spewing these kind words. This deep pensive look in his eye. “I’m…I’m really glad you’re here with me…in this moment…this time in my life. I never really noticed how mundane life felt until you came back into mine.”
She felt herself melt like ice cream sitting in the blistering sun during a summer day. She kind of wanted to cry at how sweet he was. Harry wasn’t even her boyfriend but shit these feelings. They were real. Her body went even softer in his arms.
She lifted her hands up from her sides to his cheeks pushing his head down so she could lean in and place a kiss on his forehead. His hair smelt delicious like soap and peppermint.
He hadn’t expected that but he felt himself flush pink. The innocent touches are what made him blush the most. She was so gentle with him.
“Oh, Harry.” She sighed, pulling away and tucking a stray curl of his behind his ear. “Me too.”
He smiled leaning forward. “Can I kiss you?”
Y/n rolled her eyes teasingly. “Of course.”
His hands slid around to her back, blunt nails scratching her skin perfectly underneath the Fleetwood Mac shirt. He leaned forward into her lightly pecking her puffy lips, remaining very gentle at first. Her hands moved to his neck fiddling with the hair that rested there as she leaned into him. She threw her leg up to his hip and he moved one of his hands to stroke it gently. It was so soft and romantic.
As the kiss began to deepen she gripped his shoulders trying to press her chest even closer to his wanting to be as close to him as possible. He hummed softly, feeling her tits press into him. Her nipples were hard and he wanted them in his mouth.
“Mm, you’re perfect.” He muttered against her lips.
She smiled into the kiss, and he used that as an excuse to slip his tongue in ever so slightly. That’s when the kiss began to grow more fiery and passionate. He nibbled her lip and pulled her body even closer letting her roll on top of him as she mewled.
Her hips rocked needily against his silky pants and he moved his kisses down her jaw and neck peppering them frenziedly, loving the little whimpers and whines that escaped her lips. Which only spurred him on to continue further down to the top of her chest.
The way she was rocking against him was making him lose his mind. Her hands clawed his chest as she whispered quietly. “Please, Harry.”
This tension had been building for weeks. She wanted him so fucking badly. It was always on her mind, and it was honestly distracting. She’d been trying to write an Essay that morning and all she could think of was him, and in a horny flurry, she imagined him bending her over the desk. Making her scream with pleasure as he often did.
“S’good f’me, Baby.” He breathed out. Hands finding her hips now, forcing them harder against him. Thinking filthy thoughts of him burying himself in her dripping pussy.
Her lips pressed into his shoulder and then slowly moved down the side of his body, kissing along his tattoos, biting and licking some parts of his tanned bare skin. Until she was finally by his waistband, her pink chipped fingernails teased his snail trail of hair that led to underneath the silk. His skin was so soft there.
His eyes became all hooded, animalistic-like. He was looking at her like he wanted to eat her. But he remained calm and gentle with touches. His hands found her hair, all his rings were off so she felt no sting of metal on her skin. His fingers were running through it delicately and moving it away from her beautiful face.
“Prettiest girl in the world.” He muttered and she blushed resting her cheek on his thigh.
“Thank you, Baby.” She sighed.
She only ever let those pet names slip during these moments and it made him so fucking needy for her. He just smiled softly, at ease. “Of course.”
“Can I taste you, H? Please?”
He let his eyes shut and he softly whined as her hand palmed against his pant-covered cock. He was stiff beneath her touch, and she could feel him throbbing at the contact. “You can do whatever you want to me, Angel.”
She giggled teasingly giving his prick a firmer squeeze. “Don’t promise me that. We’ll never leave this bed.”
He took a shaky breath at her words, she was just so fucking hot without even trying. She literally just spoke her mind, and it had him frothing.
“Is that a threat or a promise?” He replied breathily.
He opened his eyes, thinking back to all those nights in school when he’d dreamt of her sexually. He’d felt guilty a lot of the time for it of course, but she was just so fucking pretty and sexy without realising it. Like when they went swimming during the summer and she wore this cute little pink floral bikini, he would go home and in the summer heat, he would imagine it was her wrapped around him. He’d probably wanked to every filthy fantasy he’d ever had. Her sucking him off, maybe him fucking her throat watching tears spill from her eyes. Him eating her pretty pussy and making her feel so good she saw stars. Making love to her softly and romantically as she deserved, and sometimes he thought of fucking her roughly and needily. In different positions for hours. All the ones he could think of. But every time he came, he’d come back to and realise it was just his fist and not her mouth, hand, or precious pussy.
But now she was here in front of him, eyes all big looking up at him, ready and eager to take him into her mouth. She was real and she wanted him.
“Yes, Angel.” He rasped.
These moments always felt surreal to him. Especially because of how well they knew each other, now that they had started to explore each other’s bodies it was the most vulnerable they had ever been. No one would ever know them better than each other.
Which is why her hand that was ghosting over his thick cock made him feel so close already from a mere touch.
She was dream-like.
“Mmm.” He whined. He was sensitive to her touch always, but tonight it was more than usual. They both pulled his pants off together so she could rest between his thighs, her mouth right in front of his leaking pink tip.
She was feeling a bit more vocal tonight. He loved it. “You have such a pretty dick, Harry. So big and veiny.”
He laughed softly, his hand running through his hair which had fallen into his eyes. “You think so?”
“I never really thought I could actually feel that way until I saw yours. It’s so pretty like the rest of you. It makes sense you have such a nice cock, it matches.” This new side to her had him dying in want.
God, he just wanted her so badly. He wanted to feel those pink slick lips around his cock, and watch her take him into her tight throat. Last night he’d even cum to the thought in the shower.
“You’re so sweet to me, Bun.”
She gave a gentle smile in response before shuffling closer to his glistening prick. Pursing her lips slightly as a string of spit dripped landing on the ruddy head, his breath hitched at the contact. His hands gripped the sheets roughly. When she finally leaned down close to him she did a signature kiss like always. The sight alone was enough to make him cum.
“Such a good girl for me, Baby.” He muttered his hands coming up to her hair pulling it away so he could see her adorable face as she kitten licked against his slick shaft. Her face was flushed pink like always when they’d been kissing, so pretty. She clenched her thighs at that comment and he noticed, very well aware now how much she loved his praise. Loved being told she was good for him, because she truly wanted to be good for him.
Leaning down further she fully enveloped his tip into her mouth, her tongue was a welcome contact against him and he whined loudly. “Fuck.” He said softly and involuntarily throwing his head back.
She had gained more confidence since that night on New Year’s Eve, she knew how he liked and had learnt to make him cum in mere minutes now. She had learnt to take most of him in her mouth too. Which she was surprised she could do considering how large he was.
As she swallowed him deeper into her mouth he heard a little choking sound as she went deeper than usual. Her nose grazed his navel and he cried out. She was taking him so fucking deep, the trail of hair tickled her noise.
“Shit, just like that sweet girl, so fucking good, deep. Fuck.”
She began bobbing her head faster and could feel him throb against her tongue, she would never be used to how large she was ever but she had started to learn ways to take him. He moaned loudly, unable to contain himself at her rapid pace. She pulled up for air for a second her hand coming down to stroke his slick cock at the loss of her throat so he wouldn’t miss her touch.
“H, y’can guide my head, it’s okay. I wanna make y’feel good. Move your hips too if that’s what you want.” She said slightly out of breath, spit and precum dribbled down her chin.
He looked at her eyes for reassurance and he saw a content look in them. “Okay, Love, just tap my legs if it’s too much.”
She nodded. “Ok, H.”
He smiled and she moved back down, taking a deep breath before she took him back into her mouth. He sighed, “Ah, mm.”
His hands had moved into her hair holding her head soft yet firm on his cock, when she made it to about halfway around him her tongue was swirling delicately against his engorged prick and he felt so close to cumming already. It had only been a few minutes.
She was struggling to stop her legs from squeezing together, his sounds made her so wet she felt herself dripping down her thighs. He began to gently guide her head into a bobbing rhythm and he felt a drip of precum fall out his head and he knew if they’d kept this up in another few minutes he’d cum.
“Oh god, Y/n, your so fucking perfect taking me like this. Letting me use you.” He uttered, “Such a good girl letting me take your mouth like this. So filthy. My filthy girl.”
She moaned softly against his twitching cock and he whined, pulling her head up off him. She took a large breath in. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” She said quickly.
He shook his head quickly. “No, you were fucking perfect, I just don’t want to cum yet.”
She looked at him, eyes all doe-like and lips sticky with his slick. Cocking her head to the side, “Why not?”
He moved his hands to her shoulders. “Let me take care of you, I wanna make you feel good. You’ve been so good for me today. Such a sweet little thing. Let me take of my sweet girl.”
My sweet girl. Y/n felt her heart skip a beat.
She listened but pouted at his request. Sad his cum wasn’t down her throat. “Harryyy,” She whined.
“What is it, Love, hmm?” But he knew full well what she was whining about. It had been apparent from the first night that Y/n loved his cum. She loved making him cum. In her mouth, on her tits, whatever he wanted. She often daydreamed of it in other places. Harry knew this.
She just continued to pout. “Enough whining. Be good f’me.” He ordered. “Let me take care of you. ”
Her face remained pouty but she spread her legs for him anyway and he yanked her pants down in one motion, she opened her legs for him widely and his hands stroked her thighs feeling the soft skin there. He motioned for her to take her shirt off as well. She threw it across the room.
He moved his hand up to her mouth tapping against her wet lips, he did that when he wanted her to suck on them. She opened her mouth for his fingers making sure to swirl her tongue around them just to tease him a bit. He moved his eyes from her glistening pussy to her mouth and cheeky expression. He pulled them away. The popping noise made him smirk.
“I don’t exactly need the help, you’re already dripping for me.” He teased, running his newly lubricated fingers against her puffy clit.
She moaned as her hips stuttered against his gentle hand. He laughed at her.
She wanted to be embarrassed but this being the millionth time Harry was between her legs she had given up hiding how wet he made her. Most mornings he wanted to start the day that way, right between her soft thighs pressing into his cheeks.
“How could I not be, Harry? You drive me mad.” She replied her hands moving to his hair.
He smirked biting his lip. The heat of his breath made her squirm against him and his nose bumped her swollen clit. He leaned forward and pressed a kiss there. The taste of her was sweet and tangy on his tongue, and he was addicted. He began to lap up all the leaking arousal, making a filthy sound in his silent room.
Her moans were soft and freely escaping her mouth, thighs squeezing against him as she tugged on his soft hair. She felt at complete ease underneath his harsh tongue.
All her stress was melting away with his lick and suck, this was such a good outlet for her worries. She only thought of him. His mouth, his moans, and his prick.
“Harry,” She whimpered at the feel of his firm tongue. “Shit.” She breathed throwing her head back into his pillows, screwing her eyes shut.
She felt his fingers glide up and down against her weeping hole until he finally slipped one inside. Feeling her clench against him firmly, he wished he was inside of her right now. Her velvety walls were so wet against his hand and he felt her dribble onto his hand as he began to speed up his thrusts. He added another finger.
His tongue didn’t stop suckling on her clit and curled his fingers against her, feeling the way her pussy stuttered against his fingers in an irregular clench. A telltale sign she was getting close to the brink of her orgasm.
“Jesus, Harry, how are you s’good at tha’? Think m’gonna cum soon.” She purred as her hips lifted up and her back arched off the bed.
He pulled his mouth back for a moment, his fingers speeding up and going deeper, as he rasped from wet lips. “S’okay Baby, cum for me, let go. Be good n’ cum f’me. I want it.”
She let out a mewling whine, tugging his hair harder. It was as if his words was the final thing she needed before she felt the start of her pleasure rise in her stomach.
He quickly moved his mouth back down and felt her puffy clit throb against his tongue and a drip of her slick fell down his chin as she let out a guttural cry.
A wave of bliss spasmed from her stomach to her stretched-out pussy, and she felt it pulsate over her entire body. Her eyes squeezed shut and she tugged his hair hard enough that he grunted against her.
“M’cumming! Fuck!” She felt lightheaded.
He pulled up for air, pumping his fingers quickly. “Good girl.” He praised breathily. Spent from working hard to make her cum.
When he felt her come down fully from the high of her climax he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. “Mmm. I love how you taste, Petal. Sweet.”
She let her thighs drop in fatigue and she lifted her hand to her sweating forehead. Her blissed expression made him grin.
“Fucking hell, Harry.” Her tummy clenched at his words.
Her hand grabbed his shoulder and he moved back on top of her pulling her into a chaste kiss. She could taste the tang of herself on his lips. His tongue slid against hers and he tasted of her. She moaned softly into his mouth. He pulled back, “You’re so beautiful.”
She bumped her nose into his. “Harry?”
He kissed her jaw, “Yeah, Love?”
“I want you inside of me. Please.” She sighed, pupils dilated. “I want to be close to you, Harry.”
“Are you sure?”
She mewled. “I want you so bad, Baby. Please.”
How could he say no to her? She was all sweet and whiny, and her naked in his bed. “Okay. I want that too.”
He pecked her lips softly before pulling away. “Gimme one second.”
He got up off the bed and moved over to his bedside table finding a box of matches and lighting the few candles he had there.
She giggled at him. “What are you doing?”
He just grinned, “Making it special, Lovie.”
She felt her chest flutter and a big toothy grin made its way to her face. Harry knew that Y/n was more practical, he was the hopeless romantic out of the two of them. But he wanted to make Y/n feel special, he wanted to be sappy for her.
He got up again walking into his cupboard.
“What else are you up to back there?!” She said with a giggle.
When he came back out he had a bag with something in it. It was hard for her to see because it was dark. She squinted trying to understand.
“Hold on stay there.” He said nipping his lip, he grabbed a handful of contents from the bag. Before throwing them onto the bed around her.
She opened her eyes looking to her sides under the dim light, plucking one up in between her fingers. “Is that rose petals?”
“Yeah.” He smiled, scratching his neck nervously. “I know it’s cheesy, but I wanted you to feel special.”
She couldn’t believe he went to all that effort.
“Anything else?” She prodded.
He smirked. “One more thing.” He pulled something out from behind his back. It was one of those cheap plastic roses and he put the stem in his teeth and raise his brows.
She laughed loudly, gently pushing his shoulder. “You are so corny!”
He pulled the rose out of his mouth, offering it to her goofily, feigning a gentlemanly gesture. “Thank you for allowing me the pleasure of being the first. I feel so lucky. It’s truly a privilege.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh shoosh.”
“I’m serious. I know it’s silly, but I feel grateful that I can be with you in this way. You’re my best friend. You’re very special to me.” He said tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She leaned into the warmth of his palm.
“You’re my best friend, H. I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my first. I trust you.”
He felt his heart swell and he moved back on top of her. His arms were straight beside her head.
“Kiss me please.” She said breathily.
He moved his face closer, nose bumping into hers as he pecked her top lip. She met him in the kiss her hands glided over to his shoulders. Both their eyes fluttered shut.
There was little urgency in their kiss, though Y/n felt herself ache for him but she felt no urge to rush him. Harry always liked to take his time. He used his free hand to slide down to her hip gently squeezing the flesh there.
He started to scatter his kisses down along her jaw and nipped her ear. She sighed softly letting a moan slip in contentment. Her hands moved to his hair softly massaging his head.
His kisses travelled further down to her neck and he sucked harshly against her nipping the soft skin, she hissed in pleasure and he licked back over the spot to soothe her. Her pretty sighs of contentment made him smile against her skin.
His lips grazed further down across her chest and he could hear the pounding of her heart.
“Are y’nervous, Bun?” He asked, eyes looking up to meet hers.
She looked down at him. “A little but, I don’t need to be do I?”
“No, it’s just me.”
She smiled, moving a curl away from his forehead, “Just Harry.”
“Exactly, just me. But you know that if you wanna stop at any time you tell me. Or if it hurts, or for any reason just say it and I’ll stop. We can just cuddle, I won’t mind.” He replied.
“I know, I will.” She said.
“Good girl.” He kissed her heaving chest as he moved further down lapping her nipple up into his mouth.
She squirmed her hips against the thigh that rested between her legs, he could feel how wet she was against his bare skin. “Ah,” She cried softly.
His free hand massaged the tit that wasn’t in his mouth softly. Her back arched into his touch. “Oh, Harry, you are so good at that. Fuck.”
He chuckled lightly moving back up to her face. “You ready?”
She nodded. “Mhmm.”
He kissed her forehead in response, pulling off her.
“Where are you going?” She grabbed his arms.
“To get a condom.”
“No, it’s okay,”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He felt his prick twitch at her words.
“Okay.”
Her legs wrapped around his waist and he moved his free hand down to grab ahold of himself. She felt the head of his cock pulsating against her sensitive clit. “M’ gonna go slow, okay?”
She nodded, her chest heaving into his. “Mmkay.” She breathed.
He dragged the tip down to her weeping hole, hissing at the contact of it.
“You okay?” She asked.
He pressed his forehead into hers. “Yeah, you?”
She nodded.
That was enough reassurance for him to start to slip inside, his cock was so heavy in need. Even though he had gotten her more comfortable and stretched for him with his fingers it still stung as he pushed inside.
Only the head of him was inside and she already felt so stretched.
“S’big.” She muttered.
He was going very slowly, his eyes trained on her face, and the pinched expression she was sporting. Worried that it was too painful. Knowing he was rather large.
He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, and she squeezed back. “Keep going, please.” She said.
He nodded in reply, slowly pushing his hips further. She sighed in discomfort, feeling the veins of him against her. She clenched and he hissed. Pushing further, he felt his cock splitting her open.
He noticed her eyes were glassy and a tear slipped from her eye as she bit her lip.
“Do you want me to stop?” He asked rushedly.
She shook her head. “No, keep going, just stings a bit.” She tried to explain.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded, “Mhm.”
He rocked forward and he felt him slip into her further. “M’nearly there, Love,” He soothed, kissing her temple.
When he rutted one final thrust his balls pressed against her ass. They both whimpered at the contact.
Her eyes were dilated as she felt completely full of him. “Shit, Harry.” Her legs were wrapped around his lower back holding him close.
“You’re so tight, fuck me,” He whined. She was clenching rythmically around his throbbing prick.
“You can move,” She knew that soon the pain would become pleasure, it would melt away soon, it was already beginning too.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, smelling her perfume and natural scent as he moans grew louder muffled by her shoulder. His thrusts began shallow and slow and she whined loudly. Her arms wrapped around the expanse of his back and she scratched along his shoulderblades.
He hissed at the pain, loving the sting.
“Harry,” She cried out when he started to speed up into her, ramming against her sensitive spongey spot that made her lose her mind, he was the only one who could reach that deep inside of her. She felt him all the way in her stomach. She was already sensitive from her previous orgasm and was keening at the feeling of his slow needy rutting.
He whined at the feel of her clamping down on him. “Fuck, Y/n.”
The pain had subsided to pleasure, the sting hardly noticeable now. She squeezed his shoulder, “Feels good, H.”
He started to speed up now, pounding into her at a ruthless speeed. “Shit, Baby, feel s’good on m’cock.”
He was needily moving into her, as his head remained buried by her neck breathing in the delicious sent of her. It had been a long time since he’d had sex and since he had only been with Y/n for these few months now he’d only had blowies or handjobs, which were great don’t get him wrong, but nothing and I mean nothing compared to her wet tight pussy. God, he’d dreamed of it. Nights and nights he’d lay awake dreaming of it. Dreamed of burying himself in there deeply, and the little sounds it would make.
He knew the right thing to do was to wait, and he was so glad he did. But it meant he was worried he might cum inside her already, the tension building all this time meant he was so pent up. He just wanted to release all his sexual frustrations from these past few months. She was so perfect against his cock, like it was made to wrap around him.
“Like this pussy was made for me.” He rambled.
“I can feel you in my tummy, H.” She whined shutting her eyes, and he pulled up from her should moving his hand to press onto the now bulging flesh of her tummy. With each pump he felt her clench against his prick and saw the faint bulge of his cock. He could feel himself with each thrust, as they both moaned.
He moved that hand from her tummy down lower to her swollen clit that was begging for attention. Rubbing harsh circles and her hips twitched. “Oh god, Harry,”
He wanted to feel her cum on his cock, he was desprate for the feeling, he could already tell she was getting closer to the brink from the stimulation on her puffy senstive clit and his thick prick pounding into her. The clamping of her pussy was growing irregular and when his thrusts went particularly deep inside of her, her eyes rolled back.
She felt euphoric, this white blistering hot feeling was shooting through her from head to toe.
She was honestly surprised how good he made her feel, when she was younger and all her friends were losing their virginities they told her it hurt and that it was awkward. Or that they didn’t cum, and there was no foreplay. She had expected that Harry would know what he was doing, but even that didn’t live up to this moment. She had also known that it may not be as pleasurable until later on but she was feeling like she was on cloud fucking nine.
“You’re so pretty, such a pretty little thing.” He mumbled as he placed some kisses down her neck and along her collarbone.
She mewled her back arching into him. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered with a slight disbeleif in her eyes, “think you’re gonna make me cum, Baby.”
He watched her with a sultry grin, as her eyes screwed shut and the hands that were on his back started to scratch along the tan flesh once again much sharper. “Don’t stop,” She panted.
“Such a good girl f’me. Y’gonna come on my cock?” He asked teasingly, with a pant.
She could only whine in response, biting her lip at the intensity.
“Atta’ girl. Be a good girl and cum on m’cock.” He praised.
She started to shake, the feeling of his fingers still on her clit was pushing her to her orgasm. Her tummy clenched and she couldn’t contain her hips from squirming up into his. This intense wave of bliss rushed through her as waves of pleasure melted from her chest to her stomach all the way down to her throbbing pussy that was wrapped around him.
Her heart was thumping in her chest as her entire body twitched in delight and climax. His prick never stopped it's pounding as he let her orgasm ride out. It was longer than the first one and like nothing she had ever felt before. She’d only dreamt of this kind of pleasure and usually Harry was the one giving it too her. She felt like it was an out of body experience, her head became lightheaded and stars appeared in her vision. She hadn’t even heard her self crying out, until she came back too.
He slowed down to allow her a moment to catch her breath. Her pussy felt so senstive that even these more gentle and tame strokes had her basically sobbing with pleasure.
“I’m close, Sweet girl,” He hissed and he began to speed up once more now his thrusts were sloppy and an uneven rhythm. Her orgasm had made him lose any last bit of control he had.
She could barely speak she was so spent. “Please,” She didn’t know what exactly she was begging for.
He pushed his lips into hers and trapped her in a kiss, her hands found their way into his thick hair which was coated in a light dampness from sweat. She moaned against them and he was whimpering into her swollen lips. He pulled his lips off hers for a moment as he whimpered a desprate, “Gonna’ cum.”
She managed to breath out a soft, “Cum for me Harry,”
The delicacy of her voice made him lose it and he felt his cock twitch in release, hot spurts of his cum shot up inside her and she felt him fill her up completely. He whimpered the most despratelty she’d ever heard and his head fell into her neck. “Fuck,” He breathed.
Her pussy was still clenched around him tightly. “That was…wow.”
She giggled. “That was perfect.”
He lifted up from her shoulder and captured her lips into a kiss. It was long and tender and much softer than then the urgent act they’d just comitted. He itched to say it, those three words, but all that came out was.
“You’re gorgeous, Y/n.”
“Thank you, Harry,”
He kissed her forehead. “Come on, let's clean you up.”
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Lost
Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader
Summary: Daryl isn't the same since the incident at the bridge. He rather searches in the woods for his brother, than staying in Alexandria. He needs space - and you respect that. But when you visit him, all your dreams and hopes come crashing down at what you stumble upon...
Warnings: usual TWD stuff, some swear words, mentions of cheating? angst, kinda sad
Set in Season 10!
Word Count: 2,6k
a/n: Finally I made it to write another Daryl oneshot! Yay! 😁 I watched episode 18 of season 10 and well... Got this idea - and it turned out to be kinda sad, honestly... 🙈 I hope you enjoy it! Also, sorry to all the Leah fans out there! 🙈
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MASTERLIST ǁ PART TWO
The sun was about to set, when you saw the walls of the Kingdom appear in the distance. You stopped the beautiful brown horse you sat upon, just for a moment to watch the orange-reddish sun go down and get replaced by the moon. You'd never get tired of watching sunsets... Never. Not even in a world like this. Unfortunately got your moment of peace and silence interrupted by an all too familiar groan and snarl, followed by the sound of heavy steps through the high grass. You sighed and looked to your left, seeing a single walker making its way over to you. He was not quite fast, due to the fact that his right leg was almost completely sliced up. Anyways, it was time to go. "Come on, buddy." You gently nudged the horse's side with your legs, causing the strong animal to start walking again. Leaving the lonely walker easily behind yourself, you made your way to the gates of the Kingdom, which got immediately opened for you to ride in. "Hey, Y/N." Dianne greeted you with a small smile. "Dianne." You nodded at her, smiling as well. "Carol is already waiting for you in the cinema." The archer said, as you descended from your horse. "Thought so." "Go, meet her. I'll take care of this one." Dianne said, patting the animal's neck with one hand and taking the rein in her other hand. You gave her another nod. "Thanks." You expected to be already awaited by Carol, since you promised her to be here by noon. Well... Nightfall wasn't exactly noon. Unfortunately, there were a few things who got in the way and - let's say you got a bit... distracted as well.
"Carol, hey." You greeted her, walking down the aisle between the rows of seats, direction stage. "Y/N! Finally!" She stormed towards you immediately, "I already was afraid that something might've happened to you!" and hugged you tightly. "'M sorry, Carol. There were a few walker incidents and... other things I came across."
You had made the journey from Alexandria to the Kingdom, because you promised your friends to help them with their problems. The Kingdom was more than less falling apart so slowly. Especially the old, rusty and brittle pipe system worried the people. As chance would have it, your dad had been a plumber and you learned how to forge in Hilltop from Earl almost a year ago, so...
"Other things you came across?" Your friend, which whom you've known for years now asked with a raised eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "What is that supposed to mean?" "Well, um-" "No, no, wait a second... I know that face." She said, starting to smirk, "Is this 'other thing you came across' coincidentally named Daryl?" and wiggling her eyebrows.
Carol knew, of course, just like your other closest friends, that you and Daryl basically were a thing. You were already living in Alexandria, when Rick and his group joined the community. The strong and tough, yet shy and loyal archer caught your sight immediately; harbouring a schoolgirl crush on him since then. It only got worse when he taught you how to fight, after the Wolves attacked and the big herd of walkers, flooding through the gates of Alexandria. Someway, somehow you managed to get closer to him, tearing down these walls he had built around him. You took it slow, gave him all the time he needed; taking step after step - and well... At some point you kind of just... got together. He was the man you never knew you needed in your life – and suddenly there he was. The man you never thought you were going to find, and due to the end of the world, did.
A sad sigh left your lips, as you hung your head and shook it. "No... I wish it would've been like this... I haven't seen him in weeks - months..." "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't know, I..." You shook your head once again and looked up to meet Carol's eyes. "No, don't worry. It's alright." She saw of course the tears, which had started to gather in your eyes and placed immediately a hand on your shoulder. "It clearly isn't. Come." Carol nodded towards the seats and guided you over, where you two sat down in the first row. "Spill it. What happened?" You took a deep breath and rested your head in your hands. "Nothing particularly, I... I don't know. It's just... I'm afraid I might lose him. Since Rick's death, he distanced himself. You know what I'm talking about..." Carol's face held a compassionate, yet sad gaze as she nodded. "I understand that. Gods, I never could not understand it. He lost his brother that day. A part of his family - of his history. I know that he had to do this... Go out there, live in the woods and search for Rick, but... That was almost two years ago." You said with a sigh. "I miss him, Carol. I miss spending time with him. I miss going out to hunt with him. I miss driving around with him on his bike. I miss him, sleeping next me. I feel so cold at night. So lonely. I miss his presence, his attention, his warm embraces... I miss how he used to kiss me; how he used to hold me after we..." You trailed off, as you realised what you were going to say. Not that you didn't trust your friend, but you didn't want to spill the secrets of your more intimate interactions with Daryl. "You know..." You just said instead, lowering your head again, fumbling with your fingers.
Once more you felt the gentle touch of the woman's hand on your shoulder. "I know, Y/N... I know what you mean. I noticed it as well. He shuts himself more and more off." She stated with a sad tone in her voice. If someone knew, then it was Carol. After all, she and Daryl were the definition of best friends. "I would just join him, you know... Living with him in the woods, probably search for a sweet, little hut to live there, but I know that he wouldn't want this. I know that he needs space and time to heal the gaping wound Rick left behind. He needs - wants to do this alone. And besides, he wouldn't want me to risk my life. He feels better when I'm behind the safe walls of Alexandria, so..." You paused for a short moment. "I let him be. I have no other choice. It just scares the shit outta me, you know. I often find myself laying awake at night, thinking that something could happen to him out there. What if he gets himself hurt or attacked by a herd of walkers? Or God forbid, what if he comes across bad people and gets killed? What if he dies? I am afraid I might lose him - no..." You felt a tear running down your cheek. "I'm afraid I already lost him..." Carol had been quiet until now, listened closely and patiently what you clearly had to get off your chest. "Y/N... I understand your fears and worries, but we both know that Daryl is a survivor. If someone can survive out there alone, it's him." Then she reached for your hand, took it in hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "And I can assure you that you didn't lose him. Every time I visit him, all he does is asking about you. Asks how you are and what you've been up to lately. He wants to make sure that you are safe and healthy. And every time I tell him about you, I can see how his face lights up and how that soft, rare smile appears on his face. I can see the love in his eyes, Y/N. He's never lost it. Never." You sobbed at her words, wiping away the tears and feeling your heart ache for the man you learned to love so much. "R-Really?" She gave you a small smile, nodding. "Really." You couldn't help but to break out into a smile as well. Daryl was still here - and he still loved you and cared about you. "Do you... Do you know where he is? Last time I wanted to visit him at his old place, he was gone... I-I gotta see him." Your friend nodded. "I just saw him last week. I know where he is." Carol showed you on a map, where the river was located, at which Daryl was currently staying at. "Thank you, Carol." She smiled at you. "Of course, Y/N. Can't let my favourite couple just split apart, can I? But don't tell him I was the one who told you. You know that he just wants you to be safe." A soft giggle left your lips, "Promise." before you both made your way towards the Kingdom's pipe problem, taking a look at the damage.
On the next morning, you were beginning to work on fixing the problem, together with a few other members of the Kingdom. Thoughts were running wildly through your head; heart thudding against your ribcage, as you worked on the old, unstable pipe system to somehow get it fixed - but you just couldn't concentrate. The fact that you were now able to see him again sent your body and feelings into overdrive. You couldn't wait to feel his callous, but gentle hands enveloping yours. You couldn't wait to wrap your arms around his strong, broad body. You couldn't wait to taste his lips with yours again and hopefully just dive into the depths of the love you shared with him. All you could think about was him - which you got punished for. "Ouch!" You yelped, as the hammer didn't come down on the metal, but on your thumb. You hissed and let go of the piece of metal and took a look at the damage. "Y/N?! Everything alright?!" Carol's voice urged to your ears, from around the corner. "Yeah, fine!" You called out, reassuring her. "Just accidentally hit my thumb." "You sure?" "Yeah!"
Unfortunately, this wasn't the only 'incident' that happened to you that day. You just weren't able to focus on the task ahead... "Y/N, I think you should stop working for today." Carol stated, approaching you with her arms crossed over her chest. "But I-" "No." She shook her head interrupting you and shaking her head. "You are absent-minded. So slowly I'm afraid you are really going to hurt yourself badly - or damage the already damaged pipes even more, so..." You looked at her, eyes fill with sorrow. You already wanted to apologise and tell her, that you'd try to focus now, but Carol was faster. "Go to him." She said, a smile spread over her face. You blinked. "B-But... I promised to help you..." "Yes, but not in the moment. I know you want to see Daryl, so go, have a wonderful night with him and come back to help us. Deal?" You breathed out a soft laugh, nodding. "Deal." You grabbed your things and Carol's map; and immediately went to the stables to get your horse. Securing your knives to your belt and slinging your bow and arrows over your shoulder, you sat up on the brown stallion. "Let's go, find him." The guards on the gates let you out, closing the steel 'door' behind you.
As fast as possible you rode towards the river, navigating through the woods. It was another thing you learned from Daryl. Using maps correctly - and in that moment, you were more than just grateful that he taught you that.
When you saw a tent appearing in distance and something that looked like a mini camp, you descended from the horse and decided to walk the last distance. You could clearly tell that it was Daryl's camp, what caused your lips to curl into a bright smile. You quickened your steps, impatient on seeing him finally again. You could already hear that deep, gruff southern voice of his, making your heart beat faster. You didn't waste a thought on who he was talking to. Why would you? Your brain was clouded with sheer happiness and utter joy to see your man again. But then you reached the mini camp - and suddenly that thought you discarded mere seconds ago came back to you and hit you harder than a bullet ever could. Daryl sat by the river, surrounded by colourful leaves, which had fallen from the trees. His angel-winged vest seemed like to shimmer in the warm autumn sun. He had his arms wrapped around his legs; gaze directed on the quiet and peaceful river - but he wasn't alone. A woman with light brown hair was sitting next to him. She was laughing and smiling and to you, they seemed to be pretty close. Like in a trance, you took a few cautious steps forward, like you hadn't seen enough already. Like your heart wasn't about to break any second.
You witnessed with tears in your eyes, how the woman placed a hand on his shoulder and leaned closer to peck his cheek. In that moment, you felt how your heart clattered to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. You couldn't believe this. You never thought Daryl was the type to cheat, but well... Apparently you were wrong about this - about him.
Sure, you could've just left without a single word, but the disappointment and anger you felt inside you wouldn't have it. "So that's what you've been doing all those months, distancing yourself from me. I see..." You spoke up, desperately trying to sound cold and hiding the quiver in your voice. Your words caught immediately both their attention, of course, causing them to spin around to face you. While you could clearly see all the colour draining from Daryl's face in shock, was the woman looking at you confused. "Y/N..." Your name on his lips sounded suddenly so utterly wrong... Before you knew it, the man literally jumped to his feet, already making his way over to you, his heavy boots hitting the wooden ground. "Y/N, 'm sorry, this... This isn't how it looks, gods, I swear, I..." He tried to desperately explain himself, but the damage was done. For you, it was more than clear. You had connected the dots. Daryl reached for you, placed his hands gently on your arms, but you flinched away from his touch, "D-Don't..." and took a few steps backwards. Panic flashed in his blue eyes. "I-I have seen enough a-and now I really know why you s-shut yourself off." With those words you turned around to leave. You hadn't the strength to look at him - or her for even a minute longer. Daryl came of course after you, once again tried to explain everything and apologise, but the lot of his words never reached you. You felt like numbed; only acting on instinct. "Y/N, please..." You ignored him and sat on your horse. "I-I love ya!" Daryl said, clearly desperate. The words stung in your heart. "Really? Doesn't seem like it." You answered, tears blurring your vision, before you gently nudged the sides of the stallion. "Y/N!" He called your name once again, but without looking back, you rode away.
You didn't hear the heart-breaking scream, which left Daryl's lips. "Goddamit!" Why was he such a damn idiot? The archer asked himself, on the verge of breaking down. Once again, he fucked everything up. Once again, he made a mistake, which caused him to lose the only good thing in his life. The woman he loved so much.
a/n: Perhaps there is going to be a part 2? 👀
#daryl dixon x female reader#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x y/n#daryl dixon x you#daryl dixon#daryl x reader#daryl fanfiction#daryl x y/n#daryl dixion imagine#twd#the walking dead#twd season 10#twd fanfic
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In the spirit of missing dorm room Marc: maybe something fun like them going to a costume party, maybe matching, maybe in a couples costume, with colossal tension because of the implications of going matching? Anything that’s fun for you and is written by you is fun to read tbh
The exact moment you realize you’ve fucked up is this one: the bathroom door opens (a rush of steam and humidity flooding out, scented softly of Marc’s shower gel the one you use every now and then just to have his scent on you) and Marc comes out dressed nearly in the full costume that you had thrust into his arms a half-hour ago. The look in his eyes lets you know right away; you’ve overplayed your hand.
Now he knows that you’re in love with him.
“We don’t have to do this,” you backpedal. “Actually, this was a bad idea—”
You bite off your own words, aware of how offensive they might seem, but Marc doesn’t look offended. He has paused to lean against the bathroom doorway—god he looks good, the holster sitting so low on his cocked hips, it’s enough to make you drool—and watch your frantic pacing, the white robe you’ve donned swishing around your ankles. You immediately sense that he’s doing That Thing, the one where he doesn’t speak and lets you dig yourself into a deeper hole.
Well two can play at that game. You flop down on your bed and bury your face in your hands. How’s that for silence. You can barely hear his slow, careful footsteps over the ruckus in your brain, all your internal voice telling you that you had dug your own grave, you had fucking coordinated these costumes and now your feelings for him—for your best, closest friend—were plainer than day.
The bed depresses as he sits down next to you.
“You okay?”
You shake your head.
“You ever coming out of there?”
You press your hands against your face tighter.
His breath brushes your fingertips, his forehead resting against your temple as he whispers: “Is there room for me in there too?”
“I didn’t even think when I bought the costumes, Marc, I swear.”
“You didn’t?”
“No!”
He hums.
“The couple’s costumes were buy-one-get-one-half-off, and so I spent most of time in that part of the shop anyway.” He hums again. “I saw mine first and I thought—wow, I’d look really good in that! Not that you don’t look really good in yours too—” He hums. Goddamnit, he’s doing The Thing again! “Marc, say something, you know I’m prone to nervous rambling, this isn’t fair—”
“I think…we’re going to be late for the party if we sit around much longer.”
You peek from your hands. “You still want to go? With me dressed like this? And you dressed like that? But people will think things. Most people who show up together and are dressed in couple’s costumes are…together.”
“We should get together soon, then,” he says mildly. “Like now. Or on the walk to the party. We could get together outside Harrow’s apartment while we wait for him to open the door, but that’d really be pushing it. I’m more of a safe-than-sorry kind of guy.”
You blink. “You. Say that again.”
“You say it, actually. I want to hear you say it.”
Your hands fall to your lap, tugging at the ends of your sleeves. You’ve always heard that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but you hadn’t really believed that until you met Marc. Sure his eyebrows are expressive, and the crinkles at the corners of his eyes let you know that he is happy, but there’s something about his eyes themselves—warm and dark and so fucking safe—that can look at you and see inside you and somehow love what they see.
“Marc, I really like you,” you murmur hesitantly.
He has the perfect opportunity to say it, to say the most notable Han Solo line in all of cinema. I know.
“I really like you too,” he says softly. “Let me get the vest on. Gotta complete the look.”
And when he does complete the look, it is a sinful one. Yes as a little girl you had had a huge crush on Han Solo (and Luke, Leia’s plight truly resonated with you). Seeing his image come to life over the blueprint of the man you are (swiftly) falling in love with is a recipe for a cocktail of feelings in your belly. Arousal. Fondness. Adoration. Desire.
“Ready, Leia?” he asks, holding out a hand to you.
You let out a breath you’d been holding since he opened the bathroom door. You take his hand. “Ready.”
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“Noble Princess”
You're the tsaritsa daughter and the snezhnaya princess,after you finish your study on Sumeru academia she decided you're mature enough to be married with one of her Faithful Servant Harbinger.
Characters:La Signora, Tartaglia,Pantalone
Second part:
La Signora
Let's say she doesn't expect the tsaritsa to have such a beautiful daughter like you. You're such a beauty on her eyes.
The first time tsaritsa introduce you to the fatui harbinger she already head over heel
She'll call you "Sweetheart" "Darling" "Love" Etc.. it's worked. The nickname she gave you really flutter you
kisses!!
"Signora? What is this all?" You asked,pointing to the wrapped packages on the floor, there's many of them. It really flooded the room
"these are the most finest dress and accessories I thought look good on you,I noticed you had your eyes on them recently."she giggled as she placed a necklace on your neck,it was pure Light Blue.
"this ore is the most high quality ore on mondstant, people say this ore is blessed by Barbartos himself,they say if a couple wear this, their relationship will goes well." Signora explained as she caress your face,she's truly a lovely partner,isn't she
Tartaglia
Oh boy.. the day tsaritsa introduce him to you was a miracle,he was tripping,head over heel. He swore he saw a goddess
He'll go with you everywhere you go! Cinema? Amusement Park?Mall? He go with you! Every moment is desirable if you're there. He'll enjoy every minute of it
Quality time and physical touch,he love to caress your face when you're asleep on his lap,he loves to plant kiss on your hair when you're asleep,he love every moment with you.
Call you "Love" "Darling" "Princess"
He love quality time and physical touch but he know when to gave you space.
"Tartaglia,do you prefer to go to cinema or should we go to the carnival instead?"you asked to the ginger,Childe only chuckles as an answer
"anywhere is fine! As long as I'm with you,I'm happy with it,do you want me to treat you to dinner? Or movie? I'll pay for it"he say with delightful smile on his face,it bought a thin smile to your face. What a dreamy guy he is
Pantalone
He's not the type to fall in love but how do he avoid falling in love with you!?
This not supposed to happen,his goal was to be the richest person alive in teyvat and to serve tsaritsa with his full heart not to fall in love with the Noble princess!
But how could he help it when your touch is so soft and your voice is so calming!?!?!
You're so hard working,pretty,definition of beauty and all,his work was left behind,the only things in his mind was just you,your smile,your voice.. they rang in his memory
He doesn't flirt with you,but he sometimes call you "sweetheart".
The other harbinger probably has caught him blushing to the thought of you
"Pantalone? What happen? Your face is red." Pulcinella asked,looking a low-key worried, Pantalone face has a red tint blush .
"eh? Ah- you see-" it come to pulcinella awareness that Pantalone was blushing because of the Noble princess just walk in, Pantalone eyes start following her figure.
"oh I get it,you like the noble princess,am I correct?" Pulcinella words caught the other harbinger attention, Pantalone eyes widened at his words
"Mr Pulcinella! Ahem,don't burst it out loud please,it may seem unprofessional" some of the harbinger started to wheeze on his confession.
"kids these day.. just admit you like her,we all know you had your eyes locked on her,we all know you write so many love letter unsent to her" Pulcinella word made Pantalone face is now redder than before.how do Pulcinella even know his secret!?
"I swear my eyes just start following her on their own,no,no,no it not like I like her or anything!"Pantalone denied it,but he's sure his face tell everything.
"what that? The ninth kicking his feet, giggling and staring at the Noble princess? So unprofessional" the doctors gave him a snarky comment as he placed his hand on Pantalone shoulder
"did someone mentioned me? Or is there something I could help with?" Great,it just the time they're talking about you and you show up.
"look Pantalone it your little beloved sweetheart " la Signora teased, pointing directly at you,while you just peeked there in confusion
"oi! Shut up all of you!" Pantalone shouted as he burry his face in his arm
"little beloved sweetheart?" You asked in confusion but quickly catched up on what are they talking about. Oh.what.the.fuck. now your face is red
"your- your Highness we're sorry for the confusion and noises it truly nothing important"Pantalone once again tried to shrug it off the topic but it far too late now
"I'm sorry for my tone and rudeness but he has a things for you dear noble princess,he has a bunch of unsent love letter for you,would you kindly help his dream and fulfill his little crush on you"Dottore explained the whole situation to you,you sure as fuck your face is now redder than Before
"This is so embarrassing and unprofessional" you quickly closed the door. Leaving the harbinger wheezing inside
#Pantalone#pantalone x reader#pantalone fluff#genshin imagines#la signora#la signora x reader#tartaglia#tartagalia genshin impact#childe#childe fluff#dottore fluff#dottore x reader#genshin signora
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female¡reader x Charlie walker
Contents/warnings: stalking,obsession mentions of murder,swearing, late night calls from ghostface and slightly smutty
Not proof read(I’m sorry)
Late night call from ghostface 👻
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It was a late autumn evening and you had just gotten home from work you laid your keys down onto your table and went to take a shower not realizing that you had left your window slightly ajar, once you were inside your muscle relaxing shower with your music all the way up blasting your favorite song, every breath you take by the police Charlie watching from the bushes right outside your bedroom creeps his way towards your window and quietly makes his way inside stopping for a moment to take in his surroundings and the scent of your vanilla perfume, he makes his way over towards your table where you had left you keys and next to them were your clothes for after your shower he picks up your nicely folded korn band T-shirt and lifts it to his face and takes in the scent of your freshly washed shirt and whispers to himself “god she’s so fucking perfect” just as he heard you shutting off the water he hurriedly but as quietly as he could made his way out of your window and back outside not knowing he still had your shirt in his hand, as you made your way out of you bathroom to get dressed you saw your clothes unfolded and on your bed and you thought out loud “huh I could have sworn I got a shirt out to wear and folded them” but dismissed it and blamed it on you being exhausted until two hours later when you are in your bed reading a book when rory just cannot contain himself anymore with your shirt still in his hand and him watching you read your book he pulled out his burner phone and dialed your number and waited for it to ring and for you to pick up “hello? Who is this?” You say into the phone but all you receive back is heavy breathing, “hellooo? Who the fuck is this” you say getting annoyed and just as you were about to hang up you received your answer “I think you know exactly who this is” rang in your ears as the infamous ghostface voice “you look so pretty like that laying on your stomach with your feet in the air..what book is that?” You felt your stomach drop and you frantically look around your room “ok who the fuck is this!? Is this some kind of sick joke?” You say terrified but receive no response other than laughing “ fuck you I’m hanging up now” just as you hung up the phone it rang again “what the fuck leave me alone you freak” you say still scared shitless “YOU HANG UP ON ME AGAIN ILL STRING YOU UP NAKED LIKE THE WHORE YOU ARE AND GUT YOU AND LEAVE YOU FOR EVERY ONE TO SEE!” you don’t know why but you felt a burning sensation in your stomach and thighs you thought to yourself “what the fuck no you aren’t getting turned on by a masked killer no” he watched you still with a slightly less terrified look on your face squirm around a little from where you are sitting he says just above a whisper “you dirty little whore you like that don’t you?”
You say back “what? No!”.. “ I think you’re lying to me… let’s play a little game ok?”
You say “wha- what kind of game?”
“It’s simple really he says chuckling you tell the truth and you don’t die tonight “
“O- okay” you say as you breathe nervously.
“Good… now tell me do you like it? Do you like being talked to like you’re nothing” he says
As told you awnsered truthfully “yes”
“Do you know I watch you everyday in school at your work at your home”
“No”
“Good job”he chuckles lightly.. “I even watch you in cinema club at the desk you perch yourself on in the front of the class looking up at me”
You lose all color too you
“Oh god… cinema club?… “ch-Charlie?” “What the fuck Charlie are you the one out here killing people?”
He sighs “I knew it wouldn’t take you long to figure out” he drops the voice changer and you hear his pathetic whiny but oh so sexy voice
“But how? You’re so quiet you literally only have one friend what?”
He says in a whiny voice.. “you… 4 years and this is what it takes for you to notice me” you heard his whiny voice breaking and shaking it almost sounds like he’s about to cry “Charlie I’m sorry… you say quietly, please don’t hurt me Charlie”
He says almost at a whisper “I could never hurt you I’ve been in love with you for 4 years” you take note of the shakiness in his voice and it breaking and you quietly say “ I won’t tell anyone Charlie”you say in a sigh and you shift you body knowing he can see you into a more revealing position “but I think I want more calls like this….. goodnight Charlie I have work tomorrow” you say and hang up your phone and turning your light out.
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Note: this is my first time ever writing and putting out anything publicly I know I’m not the best and if there’s any advice anyone would like to give on how to improve my writing and writing style I am open to it all. thank you!
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hello! So, Joe mentioned in an interview that he bought a guitar and practiced a lot for his scene. Could you write about him going to buy a guitar and asking the reader who works at the store about 80's rock for his investigation? Something fluffy and flirty. thank you ✨💕
Pairing: Joseph Quinn x fem!reader
Warnings: None
a/n: ngl I had to do some research for this one but I absolutely LOVED writing it and loved the idea (I probably got a bit too carried away in the first part). Also, If anyone who knows their shit about guitars reads this, I'm sorry, I tried, I swear.
Btw funny story I was writing this on the bus and I completely forgot I had to get off and I arrived late at the cinema.
Part 2
A GOOD DEED
Today had been slow, it was 4 o clock and only two customers had come into the shop since you opened this morning, and only one of them actually bought something.
It was a miracle this place was still standing and hadn't gone bankrupt yet.
The shop wasn't yours but it felt like it. You were basically the only employee. There was another one, this very unusual,overly-enthusiastic, and jittery 19-year-old who had just finished high school and perpetually arrived late or not arrived at all, but he would only do a few shifts because he claimed to be a "free soul" and that working here "killed his vibe", so, practically, it was just you.
Your boss, Luke, was a 56-year-old man who had inherited the shop from his father and he was probably the coolest person you knew.
he knew everything about music and he could play every single instrument in the shop.
He once told you that there was no point in telling people to buy an instrument if you didn't know what it felt like to play it.
At first, you thought he was just being dramatic, but as time went by you started realizing how right he was, and noticed how it was much easier for you to sell guitars than anything else.
You had been working here for 1 year and a half and in that year and a half, he had become your hero. I mean, the man had a rock band, him, a 56-year-old, had a band with other 50-something-year-olds, and the best part was that they sounded amazing.
You loved when he came into the shop because after you would beg him desperately, bugging him all day, he would always play something for you and you just adored watching his expert fingers dance on the guitar's strings effortlessly while you lost yourself in melody.
Unfortunately, he wasn't coming today and you were really starting to lose your mind because of how bored you were.
You looked outside the windows to see if anyone was coming, but the street was deserted except for two women walking by on the opposite sidewalk who seemed to be having a really fun conversation. Lucky them, you thought.
You grumbled and looked around you.
all the electric guitars were perfectly placed on your right, some on the wall and some on their designated supports on the ground. As you scanned through them, mesmerized by how cool they all looked, one caught your eye.
Fuck, You had forgotten about her. How was that possible?
Luke had bought her a month ago and the moment you saw her you fell in love.
She was a Gibson Les Paul, but not the usual kind, he had customized her, so she was covered in silver glitters with blue flames coming down from the top. You had never seen something so sexy in your life.
You sprang to your feet and dashed across the counter.
"you are a real beauty" you whispered to the guitar as you cautiously took her from the wall.
You weren't allowed to do this, if your boss were to enter now you would probably get fired. The guitar costed more than all of your belongings put together, but you couldn't resist, you just couldn't. She was too beautiful and you needed to know how she sounded in your hands.
You peeped at the windows one more time to make sure Luke hadn't magically appeared to beat your ass and was relieved when you didn't see a single soul.
the shop had a little aisle where people could try playing an electric guitar put there on purpose and you made your way there. you attentively placed the Les Paul on the ground, unplugged the guitar from the amplifier, and plugged in instead the one you had just taken.
You sat on the stool and took a deep breath.
You could hear your heart pounding in your chest "calm down Y/N, it's just a guitar" you murmured to yourself.
You exhaled deeply "Ok babe, what shall we play?" you asked the inanimate object "Oh, who am I kidding" you laughed at yourself as you positioned your fingers on the strings. There was only one song you wanted to play.
You took one last deep breath before you started playing Sweet child O' Mine, your go-to song since forever.
You learned to play it at 15, your dad always used to make you listen to it in his car and after he passed away you promised yourself you would learn it for him, as a tribute, and to this day, even if it's one very difficult piece to play is the one you know how to do better.
You closed your eyes and started swinging your head to the melody, you had played this song millions of times before, but this guitar somehow made it sound even better.
You started humming to the beat as you felt the deep and resonant sound's vibrations in your whole body.
this was heaven, you thought as your fingers continued dancing on the strings.
Your favorite part of the song was coming and you almost wanted to rush to it just to know how it sounded on that beauty, but you didn't, you continued and as the part started you bit your lower lip, shut your eyes, and smiled widely. It was like hearing angels sing, that is, of course, if angels sounded like 80's rock music.
You began rocking your head to the music while rhythmically tapping your foot on the floor.
"You're really good" you heard a voice in front of you.
You jumped in your seat and widened your eyes.
"Woh woh woh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you" The man in front of you apologized holding his hands in front of himself.
You exhaled deeply relieved and, peered up at the person who was talking to you.
he was a tall young man, wearing jeans and a very colorful t-shirt. his wavy and brown hairs were somewhat messy, as if he had just woken up. You thought that was cute. his lips were turned into a nice and genuine smile and his big, brown, and gentle eyes were looking straight at you.
Oh shit, You realized you were basically checking him out and you widened your eyes and cleared your throat to try and salvage the situation "Oh, I'm sorry I thought you were my boss" you spat out.
he gave you a reassuring smile "Oh, is he an asshole?"
You laughed softly to yourself "No, not at all actually. but I'm kinda not supposed to be playing that guitar" you said, standing up, propping the guitar on the wall, and turning to look at him.
"Well don't worry, your secret is safe with me" he joked and you smiled at him gratefully.
You were about to say something when he licked his lips. Any sound you wanted to produce got stuck in your throat as your brain blanked for a moment.
He noticed your reaction and his lips twitched into a smirk as his eyes traveled down your body ad up again quickly.
His eyes found yours again and you swallowed thickly, hoping for your brain to start working again soon.
"Uh- Wha-What do you want?" you spat out and immediately regretted it.
he frowned at you and chuckled softly "is that how you treat all your customers? because then it's no wonder you don't have many" he joked waving his hands generally at the store.
You smiled at him "No, you are right, I'm sorry. Can we start over?"
"with pleasure" he grinned.
"Ok. Hi, my name is Y/N. what do you need help with?" you asked with your nicest tone, offering him a wide smile.
"Hello Y/N, nice to meet you, you have a really beautiful name. I'm Joseph" he introduced himself "And to answer your question, I need to buy a guitar" he explained.
"Well, then you are in the right place, Joseph. What kind of guitar did you have in mind?"
He laughed softly "Well, see that's the thing. I haven't played guitar in a long time and... well, all I know is that I need an electric guitar" he confessed a bit shily.
"Oh, that's totally fine. You know, I actually think it's really cool that you want to get back into it"
"Thanks, I'm actually doing it for a role" he explained
" a role?" you asked, intrigued
"Yes, well, I got cast in this show and they just told me yesterday that I'm gonna have to play the guitar in a scene, so...here I am" he finished with a contagious smile.
"Cool, I am allowed to ask what show or is it like a secret?"
"I actually have no idea" he laughed "but" he bit his lip "you know what, It's only right for you to also have to keep a secret of mine"
You tilted your head to the side and frowned, confused.
He nodded to the guitar next to you and your lips formed an o in realization "You're right. come on, spill the beans, Joseph"
"ok, it's stranger things"
"Oh" you said, a bit disappointed
He chuckled "Well, that's not the reaction I was expecting"
You widened your eyes, mortified "Oh, no sorry. I'm very happy for you and I have heard it's great, but I've just never watched it"
He laughed "no worries, if I have to be honest I had only watched season 1 before getting the role, so it's not like I'm a huge fan myself. But don't tell people that" He joked and you mimicked zipping your lips.
"My mouth is sealed" you smiled " Now, let's talk guitars" you said intertwining your hands. He nodded
"So would you say you are like a beginner or do you remember some stuff?"
He paused a moment to think "No, I think I can still play, I just need a refresher"
"Ok, well in that case I recommend you to buy a Yamaha Pacifica 112V which has very high levels of playability and build quality even though she doesn't cost too much. But... if you happen to have a bigger budget then I definitely suggest this Squier Classic Vibe ‘50s Stratocaster." you said, walking towards the guitar "she's very well-made, well set-up and overall she just sounds great"
You looked up at him and noticed a sly smile on his face.
"She?" he asked obviously amused
You felt your cheeks redden. Usually, you didn't care when people found out you liked to treat guitars like people but for some reason he intimidated you.
You cleared your throat "Yes, guitars are females, Joseph. Honestly, I expected you to know that" you answered sarcastically.
He chuckled"You're right, I'm sorry. I should know better" he pretended to apologize.
He looked at the guitar you were pointing out to him and then at you again. "you really know a lot about guitars" he commented
"Yeah, well, as surprising as it sounds I wasn't hired just for my pretty face"
"Oh, so that's just a plus," he said with a smirk.
You swallowed. As much as you pretended to be confident and not at all affected by him your heart hadn't stopped racing since you saw him.
"E-Exactly"
There was a moment of silence as he admired the guitars around him.
"the song you were playing before, Sweet- sweet something"
"Sweet child o' mine" you helped him
"Yeah, that one. When was it released?" he asked, finding your eyes again.
" '88" you answered
" Wow, that was quick" he chortled
" Well, you asked"
"Yeah, you're right. so you know a lot about 80's music, don't you?"
"I'm more of a 90's gal myself, but I think I know the basics. Why?" you asked
"Well, the show is set in the '80s and chances are I'm gonna have to play a song from that time, so Y'know, I should probably learn more about that decade and you seem like someone that could help me with that"
"So you want like a list of famous songs"
"Rock songs, yeah"
"rock?"
"My character is kind of a metalhead"
You smiled "Sure, I would love to help "
He widened his eyes and beamed "Oh, thank you so much"
"Ok well, first the classics so obviously: crazy train by Ozzy Osborne, Wrathchild by the Iron Maiden, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns 'n Roses, Photograph by Def Leppard "You stopped as you noticed his face, he was staring at you, frozen "You may want to write them down"You laughed softly, bringing him back to earth.
He cleared his throat "Yes, you're right, I'm sorry" he said, pulling his phone out of his back pocket."Ok, I'm ready" he informed you after a few moments.
"Ok, then of course Jump by Van Halen, Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue, Ace of spades by Motorhead.. and then basically everything by AC/DC and Metallica" you finished your list
"Wow" he whispered, stunned "That's all?"
"Well, these are the basics but there's a whole world out there" you smiled
"What's your favorite one?" he asked intrigued
You bit your lip and caught his eyes dropping to your mouth
“Is that part of your research?” his eyes came back up to yours.
“I was just wondering” he smirked
You smiled “ well, other than Sweet Child o’ mine, I know it's basic, but I absolutely love back in black” you answered truthfully, suddenly feeling shy.
“Oh well of course, who doesn’t?”
“Right? It’s THE classic. It didn't even take me too long to learn”
He looked at you shocked, his eyes basically out of his skull “you know how to play it?”
“Well yes, I mean, I’m not exactly Angus Young, but I’m decent”
He grinned widely “ oh, now I need to hear it”.
You bit the inside of your right cheek nervously. This guy...
“Come on, it's for research purposes” he gave you his best puppy eyes and you swore you got butterflies in your stomach. Get a grip Y/N, what are you, 13? You scolded yourself.
“Ok, I’ll play you the beginning if you promise to buy a guitar after. This place could really use the money” you gave in.
“Deal” he said immediately, making you smile.
You walked to the stool and sat down again, carefully taking the guitar propped against the wall.
“You’re not allowed to make fun of me, ok?” you threatened and he smiled genuinely “I’m sure It’s not even gonna be a passing thought”
You fished your pick from your pocket and took a deep breath, shutting your eyes.
You positioned your fingers on the guitar and with a decisive strum, started playing.
God, you loved the beginning, so iconic and yet never boring.
Your fingers were moving swiftly on the strings as you were biting your lip to concentrate better while closing your eyes.
That's how you liked to play.No distractions. Just you and the music.
You kept going, putting all your passion into the movements as you started rocking your head and tapping your foot on the floor following the rhythm.
You had forgotten all about where you were and what you were doing until you heard a faint "wow" coming from Joseph.
You opened your eyes and looked at him. He was staring at you,him mouth slacked open while his eyes kept darting between your face and your fingers. You finished playing the first part as you promised and stopped to look at him. He was immobilized, you laughed softly "Are you still here Joe?" you asked waving your hands in his direction.
He shook his head as if waking from a dream, "Y-Yes, I'm sorry" he chuckled to himself "it's just that, that's gotta be the hottest thing I've ever seen" he confessed with an incredulous smile.
You blushed as you felt your heart skip a beat at the compliment.
"Uhh, well" you swallowed "thank you" you smiled timidly at him as he reciprocated.
You peeked at each other smiling for a few moments before a car passing by brought you back to reality.
You exhaled deeply "now it's your turn to keep your part of the promise" you stated getting up and placing the guitar against the wall.
he licked his lips "You're right,I think I'm gonna go for the most expensive one" he decided
You laughed "Are you trying to impress me?"
He tilted his head to the side and smirked "Is it working?"
you narrowed your eyes and smiled subtly "kinda"
"she's all yours" you spoke, handing him the guitar he had chosen.
Your hands touched as he took her from you and you felt a sparkle ignite from the touch, starting from your fingers and spreading through your whole body. Holy hell. You were pretty certain he felt it too as he stopped his movement and glanced at you briefly.
You swallowed thickly and took a step back "If you have any problems with her or just need some help, don't hesitate to come back"
"Will I find you?"
"Probably yes, as I said, this place isn't exactly not-bankrupt " you joked
"Well then I'm gonna come back for sure"
"I'll count on it" you said as he walked towards the door and turned to look at you one last time before walking out.
You went back behind the counter and placed your hands on it.
That was intense you, thought as you huffed closing your eyes.
"So I was thinking"
You jumped out of your shink and widened your eyes
It was him again. What was he a ninja?
"You gotta stop doing that"
He laughed "You're right, I'm sorry"
"That was fast” you joked “How did you manage to already break the guitar?”
He smiled and bit his lip” No, that’s actually not why I’m here. She’s fine, don’t worry” he said patting the guitar.
“No, see. I was thinking…since I have to learn everything about playing guitar back again I might need some help” he explained “And you look like the perfect teacher” he said looking at you hopefully.
You smiled at him “And what do I get back?”
“You get to hang out with me”
You rolled your eyes playfully ”fine, I felt in need to do a good deed today anyway.”
#joseph quinn#joseph quinn x fem!reader#joseph quinn stranger things#joseph quinn x reader#joseph quinn fluff#joseph quinn x y/n#stranger things x reader#stranger things#request#stranger things season four#stranger things season 4#starnger things#fluff#joseph quinn fic
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-> pairing demon!hoseok x f.reader
-> genre/aus smut (18+), angst, horror, teeny tiny bit of humor, it follows au, college au
-> summary after some unexpected events at your campus, you're determined to find out what exactly has been lurking behind these walls, or more so who.
-> warnings swearing, mentions of sex, supernatural innuendos, illusions, disturbed experiences, sacrifices, unrequited love, grinding, handjob, neck kisses, hoseok calls reader 'darling', riding and unprotected sex!
-> word count 5.7k
-> author's note happy halloween everyone!!! and thank you to the lovely author's who let me be a part of the halloween collab this year!! i'll add a link to the main masterpost, if any of you would like to read some more horror by talented authors! or else, i hope you enjoy red haired demon hobi :)
masterpost for Bangtan Cinema: Horror Nights
“Listen here darling, I don’t have all day.”
He lets out a sigh, his body chained up to a chair as you stand in front of him with crossed arms. You really haven’t thought this through.
Maybe we should rewind a bit…
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‘’Have you heard?’’ Na-rae whispers to you while your head is about to drop from your palm, the class completely tiring you out. You hum, notifying you’re present at what she has to say.
‘’Yuri got sent home. Some overheard that the reason she got sent home was because she saw things… It got messy.’’ Yuri. Perfect girl, perfect boyfriend, perfect grades and of course – perfect life. You almost didn’t believe Na-rae when she brought Yuri up.
‘’Yuri? Are you sure?’’ You had to make sure. There’s a very high chance Na-rae just got the name wrong… or information.
‘’I’m sure. It’s all over campus. Everyone is talking about it.’’ Your mouth drops, the news sinking in as you sink deeper down in your chair, your arms now crossed as your head begins to think how Yuri, of all people, got sent home.
‘’Wait– you said ‘saw things’. What do you mean?’’ Na-rae looks at you in question, not carrying the answer herself, although Park Jimin sitting in front of you had a better hearing than anyone and sadly, overheard everything since Na-rae decided now is a good time to gossip.
‘’She saw people.’’ Jimin turns, his brows furrowed, confused by the somewhat rumors spreading across campus from left to right.
‘’P-people? I mean, this might sound incredibly stupid… but don’t we all?’’ Your tone dropped to an ironic one, something Jimin caught faster than lightning and normally he would’ve laughed. He always found you incredibly funny but at this moment? His lips continue to be pressed into a thin line, making you grow embarrassed of your statement.
‘’Listen. This is just from what I heard. Taehyung got jumped by her where she was screaming all kinds of nonsense about an old lady standing naked by the end of the hall. It was apparently walking slowly towards her, but Taehyung? He saw nothing.’’
‘’Spooky.’’ Na-rae comments, snickering at her own joke but Jimin just turns with a huff, seeing there was no point in sharing with either of you two, because it was too good to believe. Right?
Taehyung, Kim Taehyung. Yuri’s perfect boyfriend which made them the perfect couple. He must’ve been traumatizing for Taehyung to see his girlfriend rash out this way. But then again, was Yuri telling the truth? Are there such things as… ghosts? You gulp at the thought, every horror film creeping up by your spine and the room squeezes itself tight on your form. You feel sick.
‘’Y/N? What’s wrong? You look like someone who just saw a ghost.’’ Na-rae takes a firm grip on your arm, a worried expression plastered in front of you and then Jimin turns once again.
‘’Jimin. Have you spoken to Taehyung since?’’
Jimin doesn’t respond, letting his eyes fall to the ground.
‘’He–’’ Jimin stops himself, shaking his head as if he knows you and Na-rae won’t believe what’s about to slip out from his lips.
‘’I believe you. Jimin you can tell us.’’ Na-rae doesn’t question your sudden change of behavior, supporting you instead. Her curiosity always gets the worst and the best out of her.
‘’He hasn’t left his room since.’’ It almost sounds cliché, but the room turned an ounce colder and now you’re determined to find out what exactly is happening. Instead of constantly gossiping about the perfect pair, you’d stop it. With Na-rae’s help.
It’s what you do best.
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It had been a week since the conversation with Jimin. You and Na-rae noticed Taehyung’s disappearance since it was told he never left his room. The rumors about why Yuri got sent home never stopped. Some said she was possessed, others meant she decided to pull a prank on everyone and drag it out till everyone believed it, yeah no. That was absolutely false. You knew for a fact the people behind that rumor are scared of everything that’s inhuman.
You were scared yourself, how couldn’t you be? This might actually be real. Ghosts, vampires, demons… anything that lurks at night or day.
Na-rae was a bit too excited when you planned with Jimin to check up on Taehyung later today. You had friday nights, sharing popcorn and watching Supernatural till you both dropped. It definitely grew interest for the both of you regarding anything supernatural.
Na-rae was in love with Sam whereas Dean owned your heart.
Jimin was late, you and Na-rae were already waiting by the entrance to the hall that leads to Taehyung’s room. He had still made no appearance and it became troublesome. Taehyung loved swimming lessons yet he skipped the last three. Something was definitely off about the whole thing.
‘’Okay! Okay I’m here!’’ Jimin pants as he reaches you and Na-rae.
Jimin decides to take the lead. It is his friend after all. You and Na-rae were mostly there for emotional support and because you were both driven by curiosity and fear.
Jimin knocks lightly, yet no one responds to it. He lets out a sigh, turning to meet you and Na-rae with a disappointed face. He saw this coming.
‘’Taehyung?’’ You call out, Jimin's eyes popping out of their sockets as the name slips out from your lips. He hadn’t expected that and neither did Na-rae when you move closer to the door, repeating his name till you reached the door handle.
‘’I’m coming in.’’ When the door handle is about to be pulled down, Na-rae pulls at your arm, her face extremely pale as fear is eating her from the inside out. She has a bad feeling about all of this.
‘’Y/N maybe we should just–’’
You open the door, revealing Taehyung to all three of you. He’s sitting on his bed, rocking back and forth as his calves are red and swollen, marks of endless scratching covering them. His eyes were barely visible, dark under bags covering them as if he hadn't slept for over a week.
When you all three moved closer, Taehyung’s eyes that were glued to the ground, hastily lifted towards you. Eyes red and puffy, you couldn’t recognize him anymore. Jimin turned after catching a glance at Taehyung, too upset to see his friend's state.
‘’Taehyung.’’
‘’No.’’ Taehyung whispers, his finger slowly lifting itself to point at the door behind Na-rae. The ambiance in the room had already turned alarming by the simple word that left Taehyung’s mouth. He hasn’t even noticed all of you, looking past as if you were invisible.
‘’You let him in. You let him in!’’ Taehyung abruptly moves as far away from you, the sheets wrinkling under him as he moves at a rapid pace. He’s screaming all kinds of nonsense but you try to move closer, helping him only to get pushed far away and screamed at.
‘’He’s gonna take me. You can’t let him take me. Please.’’ Taehyung’s eyes widen, Jimin running out of the room to call for help whereas you and Na-rae look around to find anything that Taehyung is referring to at this moment.
‘’Please.’’ A tear slips from Taehyung before he drops down, body tense and eyes wide.
Na-rae is crying, moving towards Taehyung and shaking his body but he isn’t responsive. You stay put, too stunned about what had just occurred that your body can’t move. You can’t think, breathe or even process what happened since you decided to open the door. You feel guilty, would this have happened if you didn’t open the door?
Your thoughts are cut short when Jimin runs in with paramedics following close behind, the three built men walking past you to reach Taehyung in a hurry and studying him with a flashlight to his eyes, checking his breathing and continuously asking questions.
‘’He’s still breathing.’’ You’re still drained from the episode but at least Taehyung is alive. You don’t know what you would’ve done with yourself if he wasn’t here anymore.
Jimin holds onto your shoulders, comforting the both of you as the paramedics take him outside to the ambulance.
‘’We need to find out what’s going on. This can’t keep happening.’’ Na-rae speaks when she dries her tears in her sleeve. Body cold and motionless.
‘’Na-rae is right.’’ You respond, as Jimin tenses behind you.
‘’I feel like we might not have enough time.’’ Jimin whispers, his hold loosening on you as he takes a step back.
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The following day, you, Na-rae and Jimin are taking up all the time in the library. You’ve all settled to determine what happened to Yuri and Taehyung. Everything wasn’t forgotten, you all came to an agreement to keep your heads high and not let yourself feel guilt-tripped by the Taehyung episode from yesterday. The doctors have told you he’s stable but he’s not able to speak, like his tongue got stolen from him. Whatever is going on, you will find out and you’ll do anything to stop it.
‘’There’s nothing about the supernatural in this library, other than fictional books.’’ Jimin explains as he joins your table after having walked around the library, studying each shelf.
‘’We should start with what we know.’’ If you were going to find out how exactly the previous incidents happened, you’d have to set yourself back to the beginning.
‘’Well, Yuri started acting out since she got together with Tae.’’ Jimin starts off, pulling out his phone to scroll through his and Taehyung’s old messages.
He reads out the texts that Taehyung sent him a week after he and Yuri had started dating. ‘’He said she would talk in her sleep, whispering repeatedly ‘leave me alone.’ When Taehyung brought it to her attention, she brushed it off. Up until a few weeks ago when she was seeing naked people walking towards her at a slow pace.’’ Jimin furrows his brows before continuing as if he stumbled onto something unsettling.
‘’What?’’
‘’Something was following her, just like Taehyung when we opened the door. Maybe that something got in when we opened the door and that’s why he kept—’’ Jimin can’t finish his sentence, the look in his eyes tearing up at the memory of yesterday.
‘’Jimin, maybe you should rest. Na-rae and I can take it from here.’’ Jimin nods at a slow pace, picking up his bag and phone. With a wave and a half lifted smile, he walks out of the library leaving you and Na-rae to continue your studies.
‘’Okay. We need to find out how Yuri got into that state. Do we know any of her friends? Maybe they know something?’’ Yuri was a very open person, with not only her flattering smile, she was a good friend to many.
‘’I have psychology with Marie. She’s been friends with Yuri since we started.’’ Na-rae opens her phone, scrolling through her contacts and miraculously she has Marie’s number.
‘’Call her. Hopefully she isn’t too shaken up to talk about it.’’ Na-rae hums as her phone now stands in contact to her ear, letting it ring before Marie picks up.
The phone call cuts short, but despite that, Na-rae got an interesting answer.
‘’So?’’
‘’Yuri went to a summer camp, right before entering college.’’ While she continues to spill details about the phone call, you find the name of the summer camp whereas Yuri stayed during the summer and what pops up, only leads you closer.
In bold, an article had the following heading. ‘Camp Jasmine ends short because of disturbed students.’ There was so little information, almost bringing you back to base one with few details.
Although, one sentence caught your eye. ‘’Na-rae, listen to this, a witness explains how a student was screaming all kinds of nonsense, one of them being that they were being followed, by naked forms walking at a slow pace.’’
‘’Fuck.’’
‘’So it started at this camp.’’ But then what made these students paranoid?
‘’We need to find out what kind of monster is behind this. This can’t be the acts of a human, Y/N. This is something completely supernatural.’’ If someone had told you and Na-rae that you would ever believe in what you’ve seen countless times on TV, you would’ve laughed. Yet here you are, believing and frightened over the hidden world that is lurking on your campus.
‘’Let’s get to work.’’ With a crack to your knuckles and a stretch to your back. You and Na-rae dig deeper into the supernatural world and anything that matches to the chilling events that happened in the last few weeks.
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‘’I found something.’’ The library had turned dark, lights on all around you when the search was finally over by Na-rae’s hopeful words.
‘’It’s a demon.’’ Demons. Evil spirits that can take form as humans by possessing them. There are many kinds of demons, but they all feed from one thing, fear.
‘’Does it say what kind?’’
‘’No. It states to be unknown, but it matches the description perfectly. Seeking people who’ve caught the so-called curse, by transforming into different people, all dressed in nothing and approaching them at a slow pace.’’ Na-rae reads out the description which she found on a self-made website made by an unknown writer.
‘’Does it say anything about how the curse is transmitted through people? Many aren’t affected by it, so there must be a specific way to end up in that shithole of craziness.’’ Na-rae clicks her tongue, scrolling longer down until the answer stands tall and direct to her eyes.
‘’Shit. Y/N, this– this is crazy.’’ She turns her computer towards you, too stunned to read out the description of how the demon seeks chosen ones.
‘’The curse is created by unknown means. If the demon reaches the person who is carrying the curse, the person will not be able to speak, walk or talk. If a whole week has passed, the person who has been taken by the demon will die. The curse can be passed onto someone else by having sexual intercourse with the chosen person.’’
‘’The clock is ticking. Na-rae if we don’t stop that demon, Taehyung he’ll–’’ Your words get clogged by the end of your throat, Na-rae grabbing ahold of your hand for reassurance.
‘’Nothing is going to happen to him. We will catch this son of a bitch.’’ Na-rae starts, before continuing to pinpoint every information you’ve gained. ‘’It makes sense. Fuck, okay, Yuri went to a summer camp, meaning she probably had sex with someone who was already carrying the curse. Then when she got with Taehyung…’’
Your mouth drops as the dots connect between the following reasons for the chilling happenings.
‘’Wait… has Taehyung hooked up with anyone after he’s been with Yuri?’’ Na-rae shrugs, slumping back on her chair, hoping deeply that Taehyung wasn’t cheating on Yuri and spreading the curse to others.
‘’We need to talk to Jimin. Now.’’ With a nod, you quickly grab your belongings and leave the library.
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Loud knocks were sent from your fist and onto Jimin’s dorm room. After knocking for some time with a hasty pace, Park Jimin appeared, shirtless and confused. You gulped at the sight in front of you, forgetting all about the reason why you furiously knocked on his door.
‘’Y/N?’’ His voice was hoarse, indicating he had probably woken up from a nap and with a quick kick to your shoulder by Na-rae you snap back to reality.
‘’Um— right. Jimin we have answers, you might wanna sit down for this.’’ When he opens the door wider to let you and Na-rae in, she throws an unexpected comment.
‘’And put on a shirt.’’ You side eye her, her cheeks puffy from her laugh at the edge of slipping, when she caught you earlier losing track because of Jimin’s abs.
When Jimin sits down, a loose fitted t-shirt on, you and Na-rae start from the beginning. After you’ve explained the whole situation, the unresolved question appears.
‘’Has Taehyung ever cheated on Yuri?’’ Jimin’s eyes widened at the question, now scratching his head out of nervousness.
‘’Taehyung got drunk one night and… one thing led to another.’’
‘’Shit. It’s still here then. Na-rae we need to catch it.’’ You turn to meet her eyes and with a quick nod, she pulls out her phone to find solutions on how to catch or more likely kill it.
The website from earlier only described the demon itself, but no solution at the bottom of the site. It almost felt like a dead end, but the clock was ticking and you weren’t even close to giving up yet.
‘’Fuck okay. It says here, demons who are connected to sexual acts, will only dissolve by having sex themselves. They will turn to dust but—’’ Na-rae closes her eyes, regretting what she had just read. It’s a dead end.
‘’What? What does it say Na-rae?’’
‘’Y/N I don’t think—’’ Her voice trembles yet handing you her phone so you can read it out yourself.
When you find the segment she was reading from, you continue. ‘’They will turn to dust but stay engraved in the person's heart, meaning this person will never be able to love someone other than them.’’
Without missing a beat you say as the room turns quiet, ‘’I’ll do it.’’
Love. A funny thing for you, not because you haven’t experienced it but because you’ve found yourself feeling more alive than ever by simply loving yourself. The pressure of saving Taehyung was more important to you than ever being able to love someone else. People, especially your family, always admired you for putting people before yourself yet always being incredibly strong.
‘’Y/N, please let’s find another way.’’Jimin pleads, his hands grabbing onto your cold ones and the glance he gives you is hopeful yet shattered.
‘’Jimin. Taehyung’s life is at risk.’’ He drops his head at your words, the pressure from the situation cramping around his form.
‘’Na-rae, can I talk to Y/N? Alone?’’ Jimin’s request is unexpected but Na-rae gives you guys some time alone, going back to your dorm.
When the door shuts, his hold in your hands tightens, like he’s scared you’ll leave.
‘’Jimin—’’
‘’Do you have any idea how much people care and love you?’’ You don’t see where he’s heading with his speech, but you remain silent letting his words sink in. Of course people love you, your family, friends, old teachers, family friends that have watched you grow up… They all are held deeply into your heart. Which is why you want to do this, for this to stop. For it to stop hurting the people around you, people who have so much to live for and give to others.
Taehyung will live and you’ll make sure of it.
‘’It’s my choice. I know the consequences but I am willing.’’
‘’No, Y/N you don’t understand. I– I care about you.’’ It’s then that everything clicks for you. Park Jimin likes you, a lot. You feel like you’re dreaming when he openly admits this, but you can’t let yourself get carried away. Not when you like him as well.
The tears form at the corner of your eyes, your hands dropping from his warm touch to your knees.
‘’I really, really wish things were different Jimin. B-but this— there’s nothing else to do. Taehyung’s life is on a fucking clock and so is Yuri and that person he slept with. Please, this needs to stop.’’
Jimin chuckles dryly, sniffling right after because he’s lost. You’re gonna go through with it regardless of what he tells you and he wishes deep down that he hates you, but he can’t. Not when you’re sacrificing a part of yourself for others.
‘’I’m gonna go.’’ With that you get up, your wrist getting grabbed by Jimin before you reach his door and you flinch from the comforting contact he gives you.
‘’Jimin–’’
‘’Stay. Please stay.’’ It’s all he’s asking of you. Just one night together before everything turns to pure horror for you. A moment like this makes you wonder how your life would be with Jimin by your side. All of the fun dates you’d be able to share, the cuddles, cooking meals together and long drives at night while letting the wind breeze through your hair as you scream to the lyrics of any song you’ve grown fond of while together.
‘’Okay.’’ You fight back your tears, enjoying the last moment you’ll have with Jimin while your heart still flutters for him.
The soft touches of Jimin’s fingers trail against your cheek at a slow pace, both of you now laying in his bed as the room has turned dark.
‘’Let’s not think about anything else right now.’’
‘’Okay.’’ The heat from Jimin’s body takes you back to a day earlier in the summer. You were laying on a chair in the sun, letting yourself feel the heat and your mind to ease. Whenever you felt upset or down during college, you’d remind yourself of that day. The situation becomes overwhelming for you, clutching tighter to Jimin, so tight you’re able to hear his heartbeat.
You lay in silence, embracing each other for the first and last time. Tomorrow, everything will change and your heart will settle onto someone else.
You arrive at your dorm room early in the morning, leaving a sleepy Jimin behind. Na-rae gets woken up by you taking off your shoes by the entrance, she looks worried and exhausted. Her eyes are barely open, her mumbling in her drowsy state.
‘’We’ll be okay Y/N.’’ Your heart warms up by her words, smiling to yourself that this will soon end.
When you lay under the covers, you let yourself rest, knowing tomorrow is a big day for everyone because you’re gonna have to catch it.
༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.
‘’I talked with Jimin, apparently the girl he was with was on the girls swimming team.’’ You nod as you both are standing out front of the huge glass doored building, the main entrance for the swimming pool on campus.
You haven’t gotten the name of the girl who was with Taehyung. For this to work, you’ll need to find her and inform her of the following. Hopefully you’re not too late.
When you enter, a group of girls are dressed in swimsuits, paired with a swim cap and goggles. Their coach is very strict, whistling constantly as they stay put in their positions, all forms of conversation shut down.
You follow behind Na-rae, walking to sit by the bleachers as their morning practice is about to start.
All girls have now crouched down onto the diving board, as they stretch their legs, one furthest away stops and looks up in fright.
‘’Coach!’’ She removes herself from it, running towards her coach and pointing fingers to the end of the hall.
‘’Call someone! There’s a literal naked creep!’’ Her coach repeatedly tells her to calm down and that no one is there, but she doesn’t seem convinced.
‘’We found her.’’ You both hurriedly walk over to the frightened girl, Na-rae speaking with her coach while you drag her away to the dressing rooms.
‘’Hey, hey it’s okay.’’ She manages to calm down a bit, her breathing steadying slowly before slumping down on the dressing room bench, looking away.
‘’I’ve gone fucking insane…’’ She scolds herself, removing her swimming cap with a harsh grip.
‘’You haven’t.’’ Your words catch her attention, her eyes now looking hopefully up to you as if you’re the first person who’s told her otherwise. With all the rumors already lurking on campus, it explains why she seems distressed, not wanting to go home herself or end up in the hospital like Taehyung.
When Na-rae walks in, you crouch down, explaining to her everything and with luck, she believes you. She’s willing to help you stop the curse, because neither you nor Na-rae have it so it’ll be hard to catch the demon behind it all.
‘’I’m Ari, by the way.’’ She forces a smile, everything tumbling down on her since you’ve spoken about supernatural creatures.
‘’I’m Y/N and this is Na-rae.’’ With a fond smile from you both, Ari loosens her grip on her swimming cap and lets herself feel at ease around you.
‘’Okay, this is what is going to happen…’’
༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.
Dusting off the chalk from your fingers, you’ve managed to draw a Devil’s Trap on the roof of the school’s cellar. Na-rae was certain that it was an actual thing and not just Supernatural being the most creative TV show there is.
A Devil’s Trap is a drawn circle that manages to keep the demon trapped. If the drawing is broken or altered, the demon will be able to escape as it has lost its power. Not only is the demon stuck, but it will show its true form in the trap.
Ari is nervously fidgeting with her fingers behind you, paranoid and frightened from what is currently happening. When Na-rae takes a hold of the chain, ready to throw it around the chair while the demon appears, you wait.
The demon is seeking Ari, resulting in you placing her in front of the Devil’s Trap. This motherfucker will learn from what he has done. You’ll make sure of it.
‘’Fuck. It’s knocking on the door. Guys, guys I’m scared.’’ Ari’s legs start to shake, but you keep her calm as you reassure her that nothing will happen to her due to the Devil’s Trap above her.
When Na-rae opens the door, Ari turns pale, holding in a scream that will likely scare the whole campus. The sound of a sudden rush of air appears and finally, you come eye to eye with the demon behind it all.
It doesn’t fight back, instead calmly lets itself sit down on the chair while Na-rae wraps the silver chain around it. When the demon has settled down, you move in front of Ari and take a hold of the situation.
Locking eyes with Na-rae, she gets your signal, dragging herself and Ari out of the room. When the door smacks, the show officially begins.
༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.
And that is how you ended up with a red haired demon in front of you, chained up and calling you darling while you stood with crossed arms.
He’s impatient, hence his choice of words towards you.
‘’You know why you’re trapped. Save your bullshit.’’ You’re fuming, because it seems to him that killing people is his job and absolutely destroying them from the inside.
‘’Feisty, I love it.’’ He chuckles perfectly, the voice low and hot. Yeah, he’s definitely a sex demon. He radiates everything that is erotic and sexy. You want to kick yourself in the head for even admitting that he’s attractive and hard to resist.
‘’So, you’re an unknown demon.’’ You raise a brow to state your sentence.
‘’Aw, how cute. You googled me.’’ He adjusts himself, the chains rattling as he does so. ‘’Let’s skip the small talk darling, we both know what’s going to happen.’’ He flashes his white pearly teeth, two of them with small fangs.
‘’Wait, what?’’ Your eyes fall open, paired with your mouth. Does he really know?
‘’You think I like this? Killing, seeking, possessing?’’ Every word he drops, you’re reminded of Yuri, Taehyung and Ari.
‘’I mean, isn’t that your… thing?’’ He rolls his eyes at your comment, dropping his head in the process — you’re not easy to comprehend the supernatural world and he’s quickly taken notice.
‘’It’s more complicated than you’d think.’’ His eyes meet yours, ‘’I’ll lay it out simply for you. I absolutely hate this.’’ Staring into his eyes, they show sincerity and anything besides the horrendous monster he’s seemed out to be.
‘’I’m Y/N.’’ You smile, him staring at you blankly, not expecting to know your name.
‘’Hoseok.’’
‘’Pleasure.’’ You bow and the atmosphere turns more light despite it being cold not long ago. You move a bit closer, sensing Hoseok won’t bite you.
He gulps nervously at your presence, catching a glance of your exposed legs dragging themselves closer to him. Your smell reaches his nostrils, vanilla. It covers your aura and turns you automatically sweet in his eyes. You haven’t even reached the tip of his feet and he can already feel himself getting worked up on catching a simple sniff.
‘’Let’s help each other and stop this chaos.’’ You speak, the clock ticking behind you, a reminder of Taehyung’s life at risk.
‘’Yes.’’ Agreement. Uncommon for a demon, especially the ones from Supernatural with attitude and flirty personalities. Hoseok is different.
You take it further, your hands dropping on his leather covered knees, Hoseok gasping from the contact. Almost as if he’s fire and you have to be cautious to not burn yourself.
‘’Have you… ever been touched before?’’
He gulps out of nervousness by your question. ‘’Well, not by humans.’’ The thought of you being the first to, creates butterflies in the pit of your stomach, yourself growing anxious of the situation.
‘’You feel… soft.’’ He compliments you as your hands have yet to move further up towards his bulge. Your smile never fades, gaining courage to continue and go farther up.
Hoseok spreads his legs in front of you, accumulating more space for you to sit in between them. You bite your lip at the eagerness seeping through him from your touch and with enough anticipation from your end, you finally give Hoseok what he wants.
‘’Fuck–’’ The first touch feels estatic for Hoseok, as you palm him through his pants. He’s already hard and you know it won’t be long until you'll have his cock inside of you. The thought excites you, sending a thrill down your spine and a rush to your core.
You move upwards again, lifting your skirt as you place yourself down onto Hoseok’s hardened bulge. He groans from the closed contact of your wet slit on his refrained cock, swallowing a clump of spit that accumulated from his mouth being parted for too long. He’s losing himself completely, letting the moment happen between you.
Everything becomes clouded for both, your surroundings transparent, the only thing visible is each other at this very second.
You grind yourself on Hoseok, your hand grabbing a hold of his face, your fingertips tracing on his sharp jawline. You finally take time to admire his beauty and his features that make him attractive. Your gasps turn in sync when you continuously grind yourself on him, letting your slit feel the outlines of his cock.
The chains rattle along with your movements, Hoseok still strapped to the chair, making you in control of the situation.
“You feel really good.” It’s the first you’ve said since you’ve touched him. His cock twitches at your words, likely sensing he loves receiving compliments as well.
Even though you and Hoseok are complete strangers, you feel as if you know him. He’s soft, warm, quite the opposite of something evil and possessive. It eases the situation for yourself, letting your desires take over. Hoseok is unbelievably hot, his sharp jawline and how his tongue slightly pokes whenever you grind slower than before, allowing him to feel you better.
“Y/N— we don’t have much time.” Hoseok doesn't want to frighten you by reminding you of the pressure behind the situation but he’s right. You’re both under clockwork.
You fiddle with his belt, along with the zipper while Hoseok lips touch your sensitive neck. You moan from the contact of his plumb lips, along with his wet tongue on your skin. Along with a clicking sound, his buttons come undone, the outline of his boxers showing. A swift pull from your end and you finally get a glance of his cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum seeing you worked him up earlier by your mindless grinding.
He feels soft, firm and hard all at once. Hoseok moans from the feeling of your fingers wrapping around him and stroking him at a slow pace.
He encourages you to keep going, his mouth continuing its ministrations on your neck, causing you both to get as worked up as possible for what’s about to happen.
When Hoseok bucks his hips in your palm, you find strength to pull your thong aside, your wet core now exposed. Slowly, you position him at your entrance, sinking down as you take him deeper. A strangled noise escapes Hoseok as he feels how warm and tight you are.
You’ve never felt as full as you have in this moment, the fulfillment causing your brain to stop functioning and your body to start moving.
You start slowly, still coming to terms with Hoseok’s cock deeply buried inside of you. It’s an indescribable feeling, fog still clogging your mind from reality.
Even though Hoseok is chained up, he manages to take some form of control, meeting your hips halfway, causing the sounds of skin slapping to erupt in the room.
When the pace quickens, you feel the tip poking at your g-spot repeatedly, your body floating along, beads of sweat collecting on your bodies when you both try and reach for an orgasm.
Whenever Hoseok hits your g-spot, you clench around him, sending him into orbit. Repetitive curse words are the only words exchanged between the two or you, your high reaching beneath you.
“Hoseok! Fuck!” A final snap to your hips and you both come undone. Hoseok's red hair is wet by the strands, as well as his jawline glistening with sweat.
You both pant, the eye contact remaining between you until Hoseok speaks, one last time. “Farewell, darling.”
His form turns to dust, as if he was never in the room to begin with yet your body still feels as warm as it did when it clung itself to him earlier.
It’s done. The curse is gone.
༉‧₊˚ 🖤 ❀༉‧₊˚.
“Wanna come join Jimin, Tae and I to the cinema?” Na-rae asks you while you’re still in bed, mind and body tired from your classes today.
“I’ll pass. Have fun though.” You toothlessly smile before turning in your covers and letting your eyes fall, your vision turning dark.
It’s been around six months since the curse ended. Ari managed to get back onto her swimming lessons. Taehyung got signed out of the hospital after he got out of the unbroken trance and Yuri got sent back on campus. Her therapist gave her the green light to let her take back her studies.
Although you don’t think about Hoseok during the day, you still see him in your dreams and your heart skips a beat, only for him.
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university au
dating an innocent chifuyu as a very sexual person but not wanting to push him so never actually doing anything
chifuyu, a sexually frustrated little boy thats too shy to speak up
anyway its the night before finals and we are cuddling in his dorm after talking and movie watching we fall asleep. a few hours later we awake too chifuyu rutting against our thigh in lingere hand over his mouth trying to be quiet. we punish him then make him see stars :))
other stuff: spanking, chifuyu being a slut for praise, overstim, nipple playy
feel free to remove or add anything :p
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Pairing: Chifuyu × M!Reader.
Genre: Smut, fluff.
Cw: praise, blowjob, lingerie, The reader is a pervert (but 2 phrases indicate this), Innocent!Chifuyu, riding on the hip, excessive excitement, spanking, kind of like dacrifilia (?).
-"At what point in my life did I realize that I loved him? "- you asked yourself, looking at the blond man out the window.
You've been dating for about six months, and what you so fiercely wanted was not there. You just wanted to fuck him, damn it. But no, you will not force him or even just talk about it until he is ready himself. You're just going to keep hiding that you're just a very experienced person.
-Yes, I haven't met people for as long as I have, and no one has resisted for so long … - you muttered, burying yourself in your notes, trying to prepare for the upcoming exam.
He was just an innocent boy. Even when you invited him to the cinema for a romantic movie, you understood it. He thought the 18+ restriction was only worth it because of maybe swearing or some kind of drama… But no. He blushed so furiously and buried his face in your shoulder, trying not to look at what was on the screen. You sighed again, remembering this moment, and closing the notebook, leaned back in your chair.
-No, I definitely won't give up if I think about it… - you said, looking in the mirror of your closet. - But I can't anymore, I want him…
But you already seem to have come to terms with this fact. That's why you called Matsuno to your place. A new episode of his favorite show came out the other day, so you invited him to watch, which he very willingly agreed to.
In the evening there is a knock on the door to your room, you go to open it and a guy literally falls on you. He giggles when he moves away from you and jumps on the bed where you have prepared everything. You just sigh, smiling lazily, and join him..
Several hours flew by unnoticed. The whole series, which lasted about 1 hour, he did not stop reasoning, so it took you a series… As much as 4 hours. You sighed when you saw how he fell asleep in your arms, so you turned off and put the laptop away, and he lay down and put it on his chest and fell asleep.
You slept so sweetly. But you were woken up by some movement on your hips. You swore that if Chifuyu came up with something about the series again-.Okay, you didn't expect that. You saw your usually timid and embarrassed boyfriend riding on your hip. He was sitting on it, moving his head back and forth, covering his mouth with his hand. His eyes are closed and his hands are shaking.
And what are you doing, kitten? you asked, making your boyfriend jump in surprise, but groan at the same moment.
-I-I don't know.. I just, well… Excited and .. - he starts muttering incoherent nonsense, however, as he always does when he is confused.
-I think I should punish you. - you say, grinning, making the boy squeeze your thigh harder.
He screams when you turn him over and put him on his stomach. And only now your eyes are clinging to the soft green underwear. You run your hand over the cool lace, making him whine. But then you shift his body to your lap, from which he throws a puzzled look at you. You just smile strangely, imperceptibly raising your hand over his ass and forcefully lowered it. Matsuno groaned and grabbed the sheets, almost tearing them apart.
You just tilted your head a little to the left and struck another blow, causing him to jerk wildly. Cold sweat trickled down his delicate skin, causing several strands of hair to stick to his forehead. His hips were shaking with excitement, while his hands were lying on your sheets. A small thread of saliva was flowing from his mouth. You raised your hand once more, pulling another moan out of him. You notice that he squeezes his hips and sort of jerks his hand towards his groin.
-"Is he holding back? How sweet. " - you think, taking him off your lap and putting him on his back.
His eyes focus on you looming over him. Your hand tightens the straps of the bra, forcing the flow of air to pass over the warm nipples, causing a soft moan. Your fingers rest on his buds, gently pulling them, forcing Chifuyu to grab your hands to slow down your movements. But no, you won't slow them down. You aggravate the situation by starting to pull his nipples, making him whimper from a mixture of pain and pleasure. A few tears roll off his face and fall on his collarbones.
-Hee hee, such a good boy. Wait a bit, pretty boy, okay? - he feels his dick twitching and nods at your words.
You smile as you pull down his panties. You make a path of kisses from his chest to his groin area. You blow on his dick, forcing him to tighten his hips and push them towards your face. You smile, but still take his head in your mouth, gently sucking it. His hands grab at his mouth, trying not to moan too much, but it doesn't help, so his hands come down on your hair, gently pulling it.
-You look so beautiful when I suck you off. he bites his lip, blushing even more. - Do you want to cum, huh?
He nods, lowering your head back onto his cock. You put your head down on his dick, falling in with his pubis. You are slightly choking from the fact that the penis hit you in the throat, but you continue to suck it off. Everyone seemed to hear his moans. He squeezes your hair harder and harder, lowering your head lower and lower.
-M-m/n! I'm about to cum, so—! - you slightly moved your head away from his dick, and he emptied into your mouth.
You release his cock with a loud pop. He looks at you while you swallow his cum, and then you lower your head back on his cock.
-M-m/n! I just came, w-wait… - he whispers, feeling your throat tighten around its base.
He looks down at you and he understands what you want. You just wink at him and smile as much as possible with dick in your mouth. He realized that this was really a punishment. Well, what wouldn't you do for the man you love, right? He'll cum as much as you want, and then maybe you'll fuck him. But that's another story. He will definitely see the stars, and this is the main thing.
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okay so i reread the good omens script book trying to look up a quote i remembered and i kept writing down the things that i absolutely loved about it, so here's just a list of all the quotes and moments that rewired my brain chemistry
aziraphale sasses the hell out of crowley about his antichrist birth organization skills
aziraphale saying “oh sugar” instead of oh shit...
first appearance of everyday by buddy holly, we all know how that turned out
aziraphale doesn’t know how an ansaphone works. this was in the book too, but it’s still funny, especially considering how in radio omens he at least knows about caller id
aziraphale brought shortbread for the drive to the convent. did he think it was a date? please say yes
crowley asked aziraphale if heaven wouldn’t give him (crowley) asylum and aziraphale was going to ask him the same about hell
aziraphale says “what the hell” after pointedly not swearing earlier. hypocrite ass
aziraphale is fine with killing the antichrist himself but gets upset about the humans killing each other at tadfield manor....more tasty hypocrisy. he thinks he can only ever do the Right Thing but he knows it's Wrong when anyone else does it
“aziraphale is rather enjoying having the upper hand in the ideas department for once”
crowley says “dude. chill.”
“for a moment his noble better nature rejects the idea out of hand. THEN HE FALLS...”
“aziraphale is softening. they haven’t spoken in a hundred years: he’s realizing they are still friends.” gets me every time i look at it
why was shadwell in prison?? america explain
“i work in soho, i hear things” patron saint of soho confirmed
i still think that the neon halo blinking on and off above aziraphale’s head is the HARDEST that neil gaiman has ever gone and that we deserved to see it in the final cut
"michael: when your cause is just you do not hesitate to smite the foe, aziraphale." i'm thinking thoughts about the s2 finale under this lens; when your cause is just (saving the love of your life) you do not hesitate to suffer for pursuing it
“crowley looks back. he looks at aziraphale. above them, a beautiful starry sky. and crowley softens.” jesus janthony christ.
“aziraphale is looking for someone. he spies a human statue dressed as an angel, with wings. it’s not him.” GOD
gabriel about aziraphale: “i’m disappointed in him. not thinking like an angel.”
crowley “looks up, and talks to god, in the classical fashion.” see i really want a script book for s2 because i want to see aziraphale's expressions of faith plucked out a little bit more
crowley in the cinema: “he’s waiting for the end of the world. out of time. out of hope.”
the fact that crowley saw aziraphale walking down the street and left dagon on read is priceless
aziraphale looks hurt after crowley says he won’t even think about him
the music for the gavotte scene was recommended to be “i am a courtier grave and serious” from gilbert and sullivan’s the gondoliers which is PERFECT
“aziraphale is heading down the street, looking harried and as if he is carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. which he is.”
sandalphon says “you know how we treat traitors in wartime?” to aziraphale and there was meant to be blood on aziraphale’s lips after sandalphon punches him. death to sandalphon
“why would you do this? we’re the good guys.”
aziraphale (resolutely not swearing): you. you B…AD angels.
“seducing women to do your evil will!” “i think perhaps you’ve got the wrong shop.” still the campiest line delivery i've ever seen
we don't need to speculate about crowley being in tears in the burning bookshop because according to the script he is canonically right on the verge of it
“right. i’m done. i’ve had it. i don’t care about any bloody angels or humans or anyone. i hate you all. somebody killed my best friend, and i don’t even care who did it. bastards, all of you.” 😭
when aziraphale is discorporated, his heavenly appearance is all his normal clothes but gleaming white
aziraphale: i have no intention of fighting in any war.
“all angels on the floor turn and look at the angel who has said the unsayable.”
aziraphale can’t actually see crowley in the bar scene…he has no idea how wrecked his best friend is
aziraphale doesn’t take sugar with his tea. bastard
aziraphale crosses his fingers under the table when answering shadwell’s nipple question
aziraphale is wearing madame tracy’s pink motorbike helmet in the mirror of her scooter
they describe crowley’s suit in the burning bentley as “interestingly ripped”...........we were robbed of a crowley boob window moment and i'll never forget
aziraphale introduces crowley to madame tracy as “he’s…well, we’re sort of business associates.” you know, like a liar
aziraphale was fully about to murder adam. i don’t think i can stress this enough
aziraphale pokes himself to make sure he’s solid once he’s separated from madame tracy
aziraphale isn’t threatening crowley with the sword, “just making his point that he can do dangerous out-of-character things if he needs to.”
crowley: what if the almighty planned it this way all along? from the very beginning
aziraphale: takes a drink from the bottle of wine
aziraphale looks like he’s going to cry when crowley reminds him that the bookshop burnt down 😭
aziraphale-as-crowley looks depressed 😭 he still thinks his bookshop is gone
the angels kidnapping crowley-as-aziraphale zip-tied his hands those dickheads
aziraphale-as-crowley: my friend! they’re kidnapping my friend!
the hit hastur gives aziraphale-as-crowley would have killed a human 0/10 wahoos
“the van with [crowley-as-]aziraphale in it drives away, and [aziraphale-as-]crowley tries to crawl after it.” HEY NEIL I JUST WANT TO TALK
crowley-as-aziraphale says “what fun. i love a barbecue.”
i am literally ENRAGED that sandalphon was like “hell yeah you can hit aziraphale” to the minor demon who brought the hellfire i WILL throw hands
uriel calls it a barbecue too those fuckers
in the script uriel and sandalphon have their flaming swords drawn, so it wasn't going to be as insidious as expecting aziraphale to walk into the flame of his own volition. but they didn’t end up including it in the show, so it is that insidious after all
aziraphale-as-crowley keeping his socks on for the bath was such a choice
“he doesn’t actually have a newspaper and a cigar, but damn, he’s enjoying himself in his bath”
i've seen so little talk about how absolutely ice cold aziraphale is in the bath scene with the whole “so you’re probably thinking, ‘if he can do this, i wonder what else he can do’? and very, very soon, you’re all going to get the chance to find out.” BECAUSE THAT SHIT IS TERRIFYING
aziraphale-as-crowley: michael. duude.
crowley and aziraphale both get out of their own elevators and meet up to walk out together which is poetic cinema
PIGBOG AND THE OTHER MOTORCYCLE IDIOTS THAT HUNG OUT WITH DEATH WERE GOING TO BE INCLUDED i miss them
#suffice it to say i've been on a deep dive#part of the reason i love the book so much is just all the little details that a tv show just can't spare the time for#and the script has so many lovely little tidbits that make me rewatch episodes hunting for a scrap of their existence#like i was Looking for that shortbread man i remember that vividly#i'll probably look again later too#ugh ugh ugh what a time to be alive was season 1#and if there's a script book for s2 you bet your ass i'll be deep diving again#good omens#oxly hollers
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kissed, tear-stained red
rated E | read it on ao3 | 3.1k words
cw: dacryphilia, overstimulation, mommy kink, pwp
“John,” Abigail said softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”
John, for his part, still had his face buried in his hands, unwilling to look at her. His cheeks were flushed pink and warm against his palms. “No. God, no, please. Just forget you heard anything,” he begged, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
Abigail placed her palm atop of his, running her thumb over his knuckle. “I’m not mad,” she promised.
Finally, that coaxed John into moving his hands, at least slightly.
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John accidentally lets a secret fetish slip. Much to his surprise, Abigail is more than willing to indulge. Modern!Johnigail with completely shameless smut.
Things had been going great at the beginning of the evening. After going on a date to the cinema, Abigail and John had ended up back at her apartment. They quickly ended up in her bed, as was the usual with their dates. On Abigail’s end, everything was seemingly good. John was pliant beneath her, shirtless and practically whining into her mouth as she palmed him through his black jeans. Metaphorically and literally wrapped around her fingers.
But then, without warning, he had whimpered “Mommy,”
It was so quiet she wasn’t even sure if she’d heard it properly.
After the long-kept secret had tumbled from John’s mouth, Abigail had froze. Really, it was his nightmare scenario. The two now sat in an uncomfortable quietness, Abigail still on top of him, and to make matters worse, he was still semi-hard.
“John,” Abigail said softly after a few more moments of silence. Frankly, she was slightly worried — because for the last five months they’d been dating, she’d never seen her boyfriend so humiliated. “Do you want to talk about it?”
John, for his part, still had his face buried in his hands, unwilling to look at her. His cheeks were flushed pink and warm against his palms. “No. God, no, please. Just forget you heard anything,” he begged, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole. “I didn’t mean it. Okay— just, please don’t be upset,”
Abigail placed her palm atop of his, running her thumb over his knuckle. “I’m not mad,” she promised, meaning every word.
Finally, that coaxed John into moving his hands, at least slightly. “I…” How could she not be? He half expected her to run for the hills. Hell, he wouldn’t have even blamed her. “You sure?”
“Mhm,” Abigail replied. She briefly leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I swear it.” When she leaned back up, he could see the twinkle in her eyes.
John finally pried his hands off his face, placing them shyly at his sides. “You don’t think it’s…” he huffed, words never really being his strong suit, “I dunno, a little perverted?”
Abigail’s compassionate expression did not change. “No. Why would it be?”
“Well,” he started, accompanied by a humorless laugh. But he trailed off, because he didn’t quite have an answer.
“John,” she said his name gently, but firmly. It succeeded in gaining his attention. “I’m not upset by it, I promise. I wouldn’t dream of makin’ fun of you for something like that.”
If anything, Abigail saw this as something of an opportunity to open him up a little more. She wouldn’t have thought it when she had first met him or even when they first started dating, but sexually, John was quite reserved. It was like he was constantly holding his true desires back; that wasn’t to say it wasn’t enjoyable for her — it still was. John was eager to please. He was easily controlled, and keened for her praise. He fell into a submissive role so beautifully.
But there was something that he seemed to be holding back, almost as if he was too caught up in his own headspace.
“I know you wouldn’t make fun,” John murmured. “It’s just… God, Abi, it’s so embarrassing.” he was still avoiding eye contact with her.
She smiled encouragingly. “You don’t have to be embarrassed around me,” she replied, reaching to tangle her hair in his raven locks. He leaned into her touch with a shudder. “If you want to call me that, I’m more than okay with it.”
“...Okay, darlin’, okay.” He answered her quietly after a few moments, seemingly accepting of this. He grasped her free wrist and brought it to his lips, soft kisses meant only for her.
She tucked a flyaway hair behind his ear. “You’re still hard,” she pointed out, trying to keep her tone light. “Do you want to keep going? You won’t be disappointin’ me if you wanna stop.”
John sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.
“Color?” She prompted. It had been her idea to establish the stoplight system into their sexual encounters, after it had gotten a bit too intense one time.
His hazel eyes locked with hers of cool blue. “Green. I’m good, I’m good, I just… got caught up thinkin’.”
With that simple word of consent, she slipped back into a role of dominance effortlessly. She tilted her head. “Oh? Tell me what you’re thinking about,” Her tone made it sound like a suggestion, but there was an underlying power to her words. He knew it was an instruction.
His breath hitched. “I, well, I… was hoping you’d sit on my face, before all of this stuff happened.”
“Aw,” Abigail cooed, petting his hair, “Ain’t you sweet? But that’s not what I have planned for you right now.”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” John quickly offered, her honeyed voice making him easily fall right into place.
Then, her grip tightened on his hair, and she tugged just enough to make him shiver. “I know you will,” She said ominously, leaving him hanging on her every word.
Luckily for him, she didn’t leave him waiting long. She pulled her tank top off over her head, tossing it somewhere unseen.
All she had to do was quirk an eyebrow and he was hurriedly taking his pants and underwear off. His pupils were blown, eyes tracking her every moment.
She reached between them, where his cock was standing at attention, hard and warm. She pumped her hand slowly, listening as he quietly gasped and grunted at the contact. He was flushed underneath her, pink down to nearly his chest.
She wanted to draw out this moment, capture the moment mentally. “You like this, don’t you?” She asked, although it wasn’t really a question.
“Yeah— yes, can you maybe go faster?”
Her lips were centimeters above his, never quite kissing him just to tease. “You want more?” She finally gave him a brief kiss, and he tried to follow her for more. “Beg me for it,”
If there was one thing Abigail loved to hear, it was him begging and pleading.
He swallowed hard, trying to piece together words in his arousal-ridden mind. “Please, please , I want… I need you so bad, please give me more?”
If there was something that Abigail seemingly couldn’t resist, it was him begging and pleading. “Good boy,” she praised, rewarding him with a faster pace.
Try as he might, his hips continued to stutter and jerk in time with her movements. He was so needy, and Abigail loved it so.
She could feel his pre soaking her hand, feeling herself get wetter as he whined and whimpered. “Close. I’m clo— Abi, you’re gonna make me—” his voice was higher than normal, strained as he practically fell apart in her hands.
“Say what I want to hear and maybe I’ll let you cum,” She commanded.
“Mommy,” He finally whined, his voice cracking slightly.
Abigail smiled to herself, pleased. “Yes, John?”
His hips yet again stuttered involuntarily. “Please, can I cum?” He was practically babbling now, so eager for it.
She hummed, pretending to be deep in thought. She gave one last swipe of her thumb across head of his cock, listening in amusement as he let out a garbled string of curses. “No, not yet. I think I should give your dick a little bit of a break, hm?” She reached to his lithe thigh and gave it a short squeeze.
John squeezed his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. “Fuck— I… yes, okay, whatever you want,”
“Tell you what,” Abigail slid off the bed and stood up, finally taking off her underwear. She did so slowly, making sure his focus was on her. “You’ve been so good for me. I think as a reward, I’ll sit on your face,” Well, it was also a reward for her, too, but framing it within the realm of praise always got John going.
“Thank you,” he breathed, eyes never leaving her body.
The look of adoration in his eyes was something she’d never get tired of.
Another thing she’d never get tired of was straddling his face.
If there was one thing John always eagerly participated in, it was eating her out. He knew exactly what to do, tongue never leaving her clit.
John had once described himself — rather smugly, she would add — as a ‘munch’, At the time, she’d rolled her eyes, only for him to live up to the description later that night.
As with most things he did, there was a certain unique grace he brought to the act. He truly loved it, and always tried to get her off as many times as possible. In fact, Abigail was certain that if she didn’t stop him, he’d keep going until his jaw fell off. She’d never known a man who enjoyed it as much as John.
She whimpered his name as he moved quickly with no signs of stopping. The slight scratch of his scruff on her inner thighs always stung so good. Her thighs would likely be pink come morning, but she loved it so. Taking it up a notch, she grinded against his face, her own legs quivering slightly.
That mouth of his could turn her into putty so easily. She tugged at his hair, knowing how much he liked it, but also as an encouragement for him. He moaned, tongue working in hurried motions.
She felt the coil in her stomach tighten. It was then that Abigail decided she’d rather cum with him inside her, so abruptly, she lifted off of his face.
John made a noise of confusion, staring at her with a dazed look in his eyes and lips still shining with her slick.
“I’d much rather cum with you inside me,” she explained, even though she knew she didn’t really owe him an explanation. He’d go along with whatever she wanted.
She moved to straddle his cock, but paused upon closer examination. “Color?” she checked.
He seemed to struggle to gather his thoughts, lust swimming in his eyes. “...Green. Please ride me?” He pawed at her thighs, but she batted him away. She reached in between them and grabbed his cock, pumping him a few times. He was already so sensitive, cock flushed, leaking pre, and aching.
“I think you can ask a little nicer than that, can’t you?” She asked, positioning his cock at her entrance.
He swallowed, making his Adam’s apple bob. “Abi, please, please, ride me? I’ll be so fuckin’ good for you, I—”
She leaned in close, nose touching his. If he wasn’t smart, he’d lean in and kiss her, but he knew better.
“Still missing something, baby. What do you call me?” She straightened, staring him down.
“Mommy,” He corrected himself, voice cracking. “Please ride me, Mommy.”
That was all she needed to hear. “Good boy,” she praised, sinking down on him.
He let out some strangled curses, palms balling into fists. If he was allowed, she knew he’d have his hands on some part of her.
His thighs were tense as she finally rode him. He moaned words of nothingness as she went-up-and-down, hips following her movements.
“I wanna— I need—”
“Aw, you’re close already?” she taunted, feeling like a bit of a hypocrite nonetheless.
He nodded so fast she thought his neck would snap.
Abigail chose to ignore his whining for a few minutes, working them both to the edge. Every stroke brought him right against her g-spot, and she chased that feeling as quickly as possible.
He whimpered her name yet again, finally earning her attention.
Deciding to switch the pace, she grinded on him, kicking his oversensitivity into overdrive.
“Mommy,” he whined incredulously. There were tears brimming in his eyes.
“Speak up, John. I can hardly hear you,” she commanded, a taunt lacing her words.
“I— please, I need…” He was blinking rapidly, trying to keep his crying at bay.
Abigail cupped his cheeks, knowing how he could get when he was overwhelmed. She also knew his tears were indicative of overstimulation, and she’d end his suffering soon enough.
Still, it didn’t stop a small part of her from being spurred on by these tears. “Shh… it’s okay, baby, let it go.” she soothed.
John let out something between a choked gasp and a sob, mind overrun with pleasure.
A part of her felt guilty for letting his tears turn her on— for encouraging this, but he was just so beautiful when he cried for her.
She did slow down the pace a bit, letting him compose himself. She reached up one hand to pet his hair gently. “You’re okay, you’re okay. D’you wanna cum for me?”
He nodded, tears still running down his cheeks. “Please, Mommy,”
Abigail bit back a moan. She didn’t think she’d ever get tired of hearing that come out of his mouth. “Alright, baby. We’ll come together, okay?” Technically, she was doing all the work, but she didn’t mind right now. She placed her right hand on his chest for balance and the left trailed down to grasp his left hand. He clutched it as tightly as he could, needing something to ground himself.
Abigail switched from grinding back to riding, working herself up-and-down on him with a pace that made her world spin, just a little.
His hands flew to her hips in an effort to ground himself. Normally, she’d discourage him from touching her without permission, but they were both so close that she couldn’t really be bothered to care.
He whined her name, canting his hips upward to meet her downward plunge, like he couldn’t bare to have any space between them. He could get so desperate and messy when he was close.
“I’m gonna—” she gasped. She didn’t finish her sentence, though — the next thing she knew, she took a swan dive over the edge. Her release triggered his, and he cried out as the pulse of her walls milked him for all he was worth.
She panted atop of him, sweaty and legs shaking a little.
“...Oh, John,” Abigail cooed after some moments of silence. “You did so well for me,” Abigail purred. He was still clinging to her as if he’d float away. Gently, she pried his hands off of her hips.
He made a wordless noise of complaint (and likely, oversensitivity) as she lifted herself off of him and swung her legs off the bed. “I’ll be right back,” she said gently. John did not reply, instead nodding silently. He looked like he was about to fall asleep.
She padded across the hallway into the bathroom. The sun had long set, bathing the apartment in relative darkness (aside from the light coming from her bedroom). When she flicked on the light, she was greeted with her own disheveled appearance, What was once a somewhat loose ponytail was mostly out of its scrunchie, aside from a few errant hairs still tied up. Her lipstick was messy and half-smeared off, going a little past the borders of her lips. Her entire body was shining with a light sheen of sweat.
She shook her head a little at herself and went back to her task of wetting a washcloth. She turned the tap on warm and got a cloth from underneath the sink, dampening the fabric some. After wringing it out in order to not let it drip, she made her way back to John.
Just as Abigail thought, John was seemingly half-asleep — and it seemed though he hadn’t moved, either. She approached him gently, armed with the washcloth.
She tucked a sweaty flyaway hair behind his ear, “Hey, there. You still with me?”
John’s eyes fluttered open. He hummed the affirmative.
Abigail started by gently wiping the tear tracks off of his cheeks, then moved a bit lower to his mouth, cleaning the slick and cum she had left. After that, she gave him a loving but quick kiss on the lips, one which he reciprocated gladly.
She continued on with her task quietly, cleaning up between his legs and finally hers. Then it was back to the bathroom to put the washcloth over the edge of the sink, zig-zag to the kitchen for two glasses of water, and back to the bedroom.
Abigail placed her glass on the nightstand, and handed him his. He accepted it wordlessly, downing it in a matter of moments.
Satisfied that he was doing fine, she got into bed behind him, correctly surmising that he’d want to be the little spoon. He scooted closer to her, and she wrapped her arms around his narrow waist.
Abigail swept John’s hair out of the way, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. “John, sweetheart. Do you feel up to talking?” she asked after a few moments. There were a handful of times where, after a particularly intense scene, John would go quiet for quite a while. Either way, she was ready to offer him whatever he deemed necessary for aftercare.
He was silent for about a minute. “I guess so, yeah,” he answered quietly, his voice noticeably rougher than usual.
She hummed. “Tell me how you’re feeling. Do you need anything?”
“‘M okay,” he replied. “You just wore me out, ‘s all.” he added, making a little bit of smugness bloom in her chest.
She trailed kisses up his neck, leaving the last just below his earlobe, earning a little shiver out of him. “I know I already told you, but you did so well for me.”
John sighed, exhausted. He extricated himself from her grip, turning around to face her. “Thank you,” he replied. “For, y’know, everything. Even the… mommy stuff.” His cheeks reddened yet again.
She leaned in closer to give him a peck on the cheek. “Of course. I told you it doesn’t bother me. In fact, I like it.” To be more specific, she had fantasized about it before, but it had just been idle fantasy. She had no idea how much she’d enjoy it now that it had actually played out.
“You do?” He raised an eyebrow. There was a difference between tolerating something and actively enjoying it.
Abigail giggled. “‘Course I do, you silly man. I wouldn’t be encouraging you to call me that if I was only putting up with it,”
John exhaled, relieved. “God, Abi. Has anyone ever told you that you’re like, kinda perfect?”
This man of hers. It was such a perfectly John compliment. “I think you might be a little biased, but I’ll take it.” This time, when their lips met, it was for a proper, long kiss. Somehow, this lead to her ending up in his arms. He clung to her like she’d fade away if he let go.
“Love you,” he murmured against her temple. Words meant only for her.
It was difficult for the both of them to say it sometimes, but with John, it was almost as if Abigail had no hesitancy in it. “I love you, too, John.”
#im not kidding this is literal pwp + some aftercare. idk it gets pretty soft at the end#john marston#abigail roberts marston#rdr fanfic#red dead redemption fanfiction#rdr fanfiction#john marston x abigail roberts#johnigail#marstongail#vittoria.doc
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With You All The Time
A/N: Hi, yes I'm aware that I've disappeared again for another month, but I've had some family problems, I've started university and I've been very distracted from writing, although I have been reading and reblogging stuff on Tumblr.
But the other day I went to see DWD and I loved it. The movie is beautiful and it's not as bad as the reviews make it out to be, Florence was perfect and Harry was great. Before I saw it, I had my own theories about what would happen and… I was a little bit wrong. Based on my theories and the movie I've spent this afternoon writing a… DWD fix-fic? I don't know if anyone will like it but I thought it might appeal to someone looking for a more romantic ending, although I'm also leaving it very open in this story (maybe a part 2? depends on how you treat it…).
About my other stories? Even I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm trying to balance my day to day life a bit at the moment and I don't have a definite writing schedule. I let things flow, so I'd rather not make any promises…
Now I hope you like it and… I don't know if you'll be interested in a second part or something. As always, you are free to comment, like and reblog.
PAIRING: Jack Chambers (Harry Styles) x Alice Warren (Florence Pugh)
WORD COUNT: 1.4k
WARNING: Obviously, spoilers for Don't Worry Darling, if you haven't seen the movie and don't want any spoilers please don't continue, or take the consequences of doing it…there may also be a little angst and a little swearing, but nothing out of the ordinary.
SUMMARY: Hearing Jack humming the song that was in her head has made Alice remember everything…
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"AHH..." you fall to the ground, your head spinning as all the memories come flooding back as you hear Jack humming.
You and Jack walking out of the cinema, walking holding each other down that alleyway to the parking where you had parked your car. You remember the prick in your arm, the thud against the ground as you fall, the screams of Jack and the other men, their hands on your body...the silence in the dark.
"Alice?"
"No!" you scream "Don't!"
Chills run through your body and tears run down your cheeks. You hear Jack's hurried footsteps coming from the hall, your head spins and feels like it's going to explode. You can't help but groan in pain.
"It's okay. Alice, you're having another episode. Just take a deep breath." he keeps talking to you, his voice getting closer and closer. "It's okay. Just breathe, Alice."
You remember how they changed your clothes and laid you down on a bed, how they strapped you to it and put you on all those IVs and monitors. And finally the device they put on your eyes, how uncomfortable it was until...you saw Jack again but on a train to Boston in the 50s.
"That's good. Just breathe" he says as he sees your breathing relaxing "That's good."
You want to scream, hit something, cry...and seeing Jack in front of you doesn't help calm you down when you finally turn to see him.
"What did you do?" his face completely changes expression, turning serious and confirming to you that he knows what's going on.
You stare at each other for a few seconds, before he tries to approach you. You stand up quickly and turn around the kitchen island to avoid him.
"Alice, please, just stay calm." you rest your hands on the fridge, feeling dizzy and your head can't help but try to connect everything that has happened to you and what you've seen. "It's going to be okay, I can explain."
"What the fuck is going on?"
"Look at me, you're my wife. I love you."
"What the hell is going on."
"I love you." he says again and you finally decide to answer him, because if he really loved you this wouldn't be happening.
"Oh no, no. No. You can't say that, you don't love me." you say as you walk out of the kitchen, away from him.
"Don't do that. Don't do that. Just think!" he chases after you as you keep repeating that he doesn't love you." Think about your life and what you actually want."
You stop to look at him and he stands a couple of steps away from you, also looking at you. You can't believe he's done this, it's Jack, the guy who always said he was going to take care of you. Not some crazy guy who would put you in a place like this and treat you like you were just a doll to him.
"You're a psycho. I had a life, you took my life." for a moment you think he's going to argue with you, but he stands still looking at you. "You made me feel like I was crazy...I came to you and you made me think I was fucking crazy."
"Alice, I'm so sorry" he kneels down in front of you and you look away, you can't look at him. "But they told me they would hurt you, I did all this so you'd be okay."
"You put me in here, you let them put me in here and then you let them treat me like I was crazy, you treated me like I was crazy and you let them hurt me, Jack." you stand in silence until you hear Jack sniffle and you turn to look at him, he's crying like you've never seen him and you wish you could hug him, but you can't bring yourself to fall.
"I'm so fucking sorry, you're right, this is all my fault, everything they've done to you is my fault." he sobs. "I couldn't find any work and I just wanted to find a way for you to stop taking the extra hours at the hospital, and I found that podcast and...it's all my fault."
You know you shouldn't do this, that a moment ago you didn't want to be around him, but seeing him so vulnerable and so broken hurts. It's Jack, you know he loves you, that he would do anything for you. You sigh before you move closer to him and let him hug your waist as he hides his head in your stomach.
"I just sent them an email asking for more information about the programme, I swear I didn't do anything else. "He says against your dress. "I listened to the podcast and it seemed like it might be a good idea, I just wanted you to stop working your ass off for both of us, I wanted to take care of you. "
What he says disorients you, you thought Jack was to blame for you being here, but from what he says it doesn't add up. You bring your hands to his hair, the little curls he has in this reality feel much softer than his usual straight hair. He lifts his head from your dress, revealing his red eyes. A tear falls down his cheek and you move a hand away from his hair to wipe it away, leaving that hand on his cheek.
"I want you to tell me the whole truth, what this place is, what happened and why we are here," you say quietly and he nods.
"It's a virtual reality that Frank and his wife have invented where anyone who wants to can live an ideal life," he begins. "I found a podcast where they explained that this place could be a second chance, but they didn't give many details about how the programme worked, so I wrote to them."
He looks at you so sincerely that you can't help but believe him.
"It had been a month and I thought they would never get back to me, so I forgot about it. The day of the cinema, when they drugged you and forced me to go with them I was so scared, I thought they were going to kill us until Frank showed up and explained to me that they needed a couple to test the invention for the first time. He told me that they had been watching us and that we looked like the perfect couple, when he explained how it all worked I told him that you wouldn't think it was a good idea and that I was rejecting his proposal...but he told me that if I didn't agree to do it, they would hurt you...Alice, I'm so sorry I got you into this."
He rests his head on your stomach again and you place your hands in his hair again, tugging on it lightly.
"So you let them put me in here."
"I just wanted to protect you." he whispers back. "And you seemed happy until you started to suspect everything."
"Until you started treating me like a crazy person."
"I never wanted you to feel like you were crazy." he lifts his head again and you drop your arms, taking your hands out of his hair.
"You let them take me to a place where they gave me electroshocks because they said I was crazy, even I thought I really was. "
"Frank told me it was that or they'd kill you, I had no choice."
And with that you burst into tears, turning away as you bring your hands to your face to cover your sobs. You stop feeling Harry's arms around your waist for a few seconds before you notice how he hugs your shoulders behind your back, resting his head in the hollow between your neck and shoulder.
"You mean everything to me, you're my whole life and I love you, I'd do anything for you. You know that?" he whispers in your ear and you nod slowly." I don't want you to push me away, I don't want you to leave me, I want you to be happy."
Without pulling away from his embrace, you turn, your faces just inches apart. "I love you but I want to go back, I want to go home, I want to have the life we had before."
He looks at you for a few seconds before bringing his thumb to your lips, caressing them as he usually does, smiling at the same time.
"I love you and if that's what you want I'll do everything I can to get us out of here," you immediately place your arms around his shoulders and hug him, burying your head in his chest. "Let me take care of it. Don't worry, darling."
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Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it, please leave any comments or leave a like it if you enjoyed it.
See you soon :)
#harry styles#harry styles fanfic#harry#harry styles one shot#styles#florence pugh#dwd movie#dwd spoilers#dont worry darling#jack chambers#alice chambers#jack x alice
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Alright,
Spoilers for Original Moon RETURN in VRChat from the Sun and Moon show below the cut
why is my text so fuckin big who did that?
(TW beneath the cut: suicide and suicidal ideations, and swearing because I'm a potty mouth. Ask me to tag anything else, I will)
So, my initial thought when I saw the thumbnail pop up was 'bullshit' so let's seeeeeee
Sun taking a day off, good for him! Good for him!
They have a whole ass theater with a giant cinema screen, they don't need the monitors in the lobby to watch movies. Also can't they just watch it in their heads? Cause their robots?
Oh. OH. We're talking original ORIGINAL Moon.
I know he's bein a dick but the little resting his head in his hands and leaning on the railing was cute
Is he having a nightmare?
Okay he's having a nightmare. He was sleeping on the couch. Yeah that'll do it.
Good on you Sun. Stand up for yourself! FUCK YEAH.
It's cool seeing the actual growth in Sun standing up for himself. I can hear the other version of this conversation in my head where Sun is timidly trying to assure himself that no he's not the stupid one and no this isn't real. But he's much more confident now, most likely thanks to the positive support and assurances he's been receiving from Earth and New Moon. The issues are still present, he still does feel guilty about Moon being reset but he's more capable of handling these feelings now, even just in a dream. More confident. A palpable effect. I like it.
Also the admittance that, no he doesn't believe his own words that this isn't real. I like that too. Admitting and recognizing there is a problem is difficult but also generally the first step in fixing it. As far as I can remember, normally, before this point, Sun refused to admit there WAS any problem. I'm thinking specifically of, like, the Bloodmoon hallucinations (see: later in this episode lolol) and insisting that they weren't real because that's what I can remember off the top of my head, but I'm sure, I KNOW there are other instances of him saying everything is fine and not actually addressing the issue.
Taking ACTION. Removing yourself from the situation. Love it.
"I'm sUn i'M All Ladedah LA DE DOO!" Made me wheeze.
The delivery of the 'I loved you. I did.' line was soooo good. Got my heart hurting, bruh, the voice wavering is RRRRRRRRRRR so Awesome.
Now hold ON a second there nightmare moonie. If we're talking BLAME, then
GOD DAMN IT
He's back ffs
Bloodmoon jumpscare.
"No you." Pfft
This entire.
Like, this entire exchange is SO good.
This entire exchange is happening between Sun and himself. THERE IS NOBODY ELSE. Sun recognizes this and even points it out. However, Sun also admits aloud that he is having trouble recognizing that this isn't real. So while he IS having a conversation with himself, reflecting his own morals and internal struggles, HE BELIEVES he is having a conversation with Bloodmoon at the same time.
So, right off the bat you have multiple layers to this entire conversation happening with Sun. Which is fucking phenomenal. Everything "Bloodmoon" is saying is really just Sun's deeper conscious. Things he feels about himself. But everything Sun, himself, is saying is also true. He feels both ways and it's a really cool representation of an internal struggle.
Everything that Bloodmoon is saying is Sun saying thing's to himself. Anything Bloodmoon says, Sun thinks about himself. Sun thinks he's a murderer. He thinks he didn't do enough to help Bloodmoon. He thinks he's a coward. A fool. A flaw. Insults that "Old Moon" just said to him moments ago, who was also just Sun. He thinks all these things he says to justify why he did what he did to Bloodmoon are just excuses even though some of them are completely reasonable considering the circumstances at the time! He's right! Bloodmoon would have just kept on killing because that's what Bloodmoon was built to do WHICH HE RECOGNIZES because both he and "Bloodmoon" say that!
Sun believes he's talking to Bloodmoon. So when he apologizes to Bloodmoon it's GENUINE. He tells him he really is, truly, sorry that that entire sequence of events happened the way that it did and he's sorry he killed Bloodmoon. And it's true. He really is that sorry and he's taking the time to apologize.
He wishes he could have saved Bloodmoon somehow, given Bloodmoon the opportunity to live a full life with friends and family.
He tells "Bloodmoon" that if they could have helped him, they would have done it without question. And he means that. If Bloodmoon had tried to fight his code like Killcode, or grow as a person, change, they would have helped him. They would have wanted too.
But he didn't. Sun knows that Bloodmoon didn't want to change. And Sun says that aloud. "If there was a way to make you not want to hurt people, I would have done it in a heartbeat but you never wanted that. You only ever wanted to hurt people. To kill things. To do horrible things! And there was nothing that could have fixed that." He KNOWS in his heart that is the truth.
Bloodmoon was not working on getting better. He was working for Killcode, who was antagonistic at the time, learning blood magic. He repeatedly entered the daycare to harass Sun specifically. And he killed regularly, violently, without remorse. Yes, according to his programming, but also because he enjoyed it. If anyone 'felt a rush' from killing, it was Bloodmoon. Every other character in the show has been shown to be capable of and willing to change (except maybe Eclipse in the willingness department).
Killcode was also built for killing, a direct mirror to Bloodmoon's situation! But he put effort in, struggled to change himself (Paarthurnax quote anyone?) and succeeded!
Bloodmoon did not. He didn't need too, want too, or make any attempt to as far as I can remember. Which makes the 'I was built like this.' line "Bloodmoon" says moot. His final action was him literally tormenting Sun. Correct me if I'm wrong though, I know other people are more familiar with him than I am. (The actual 'Bloodmoon sees a bloodmoon' episode maaaay have something but I haven't watched it in a bit)
"How much did you really try?" "How much did you?"
But the things here is, Bloodmoon is dead. He's been dead for months. So this apology can't BE for Bloodmoon.
So. It's for Sun. It's for himself. It is for Sun's benefit alone. He's saying it to "Bloodmoon" but there isn't a Bloodmoon anymore so this? This is Sun hallucinating an apology to Bloodmoon because he wants to apologize for what he did. He feels genuine regret over it, and it's been tearing him apart.
Deep down, Sun knows the truth. All the things he's said are true. Bloodmoon was not going to change, he'd made no real attempt to do so. Bloodmoon was dangerous, to both Sun and his family, as well as anyone else who was around Bloodmoon. He had a trail of victims behind him. It wasn't Bloodmoons fault he was made that way, but it was the way he was made nonetheless.
Sun didn't enjoy killing Bloodmoon. But I don't think he regrets doing it.
I think he regrets that there was no way to undo it.
I think he regrets all the 'could haves' he imagines may have been possible if Bloodmoon was alive. The possibilities, no matter how fantastical in the face of the truth of the situation. (The brother thing, the Bloodmoon getting better thing. Beautiful ideas, but let's be real, do we really think that was going to happen? In the face of everything I'm about to bring up, was it actually a possibility or just a pastel cover stretched across a bad situation? A longing that wasn't based in any truth?)
I think he regrets the way it happened, in a fit of momentary anger. He was in a bad place at the time which made him emotionally irrational. Bloodmoon was just one of many pressures weighing on Sun at the time : Eclipse, Killcode, Moon, Lunar, The Star, Solar Flare, the Creator, I think Earth was also introduced just before everything went down, so Sun had a fuck ton on his plate at that point. And he says that! He was just tired of dealing with it all. So many things were happening, so many people hurting him and his family unendingly over and over and over, everything everything everything for MONTHS, no end in sight, and he snapped! Because everyone has their limits and no one can be a paragon in the face of such horrible things forever!
But I think Sun feels justified in killing Bloodmoon. It was necessary.
Based on all the information we have now, the justifications he set down in front of himself this episode I think Sun thinks what he did was the right choice.
Which is why, given the chance, he'd do it again.
And that's why this is SO
FUCKING
GOOD
Because it was necessary! Even after all this time, Sun believes what he did was the right thing. He knows, HE TELLS HIMSELF his own logical reasoning for it, reasoning that makes sense.
But that doesn't stop him from calling them excuses. Questioning himself.
You can do something and believe it was right and still question it. You can take an action and recognize that it was the only good, or hell, even just the ONLY action you could have taken and Still agonize over it. Lie in bed with it at night and roll over and have to sit with it. Cry over it. Regret it.
Did Sun do everything? Well, yes! He did! He did everything he believed he could have done at that moment with the information he knew. You can't conjure up information you just don't have. Bloodmoon wasn't going to change! He didn't want too! He'd made no attempt too! Sun says that! His repeated actions proved as much!
But... Maybe Bloodmoon could have changed. Did you really give him enough of a chance?
Killing people is bad! Sun knows this! He feels regret for how it happened! He is genuinely sorry Bloodmoon is dead, that it all got to the point where it had to happen! He feels awful for killing Bloodmoon!
But... is he really? Is he really sorry if he'd do it again? Did it really have to happen?
Yes! If Sun had let Bloodmoon go what was the alternative? Bloodmoon could have hurt Sun right then! He most certainly would have continued killing people for blood! If Sun hadn't done anything, would that blood be on his hands too for letting Bloodmoon leave? Would he have felt like it was his fault Bloodmoon kept hurting people when he had the opportunity to stop it? He saved all of Bloodmoon's future victims, people who would have gotten killed for sure because that's what Bloodmoon was! SUN DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!
But... You don't know that. And you prevented the possibility of it.
And over and over and over.
It's this horrible cycle of 'did you really do enough' when Sun did all he could with what he had. The pros of killing Bloodmoon at the time, the justifications all came together to outweigh the cons of it, and Sun had no idea he'd be haunted by his actions. How could he? He wasn't a murderer before this.
All of it comes together to make him wonder if this apology is really real when he has such conflicting feelings about what happened. When his actions contradict his words and feelings.
He did it because he had too. He did it because it was necessary. But, by GOD it's fucking tearing him apart.
I talk about the trapping episode a lot. It's simultaneously one of my least favorite episode as well as being, in my opinion, one of the better lore episodes on the show. But I think about Moon telling Sun, "He couldn't change! He's DEAD!" all the time. I fucking love that line.
So it's really. I can't help but wonder if that line stuck with Sun all this time too. If that's where all this talk about the possibility of Bloodmoon changing stems from.
"How much did you really try?"
I realized while I was writing this.
Ages ago, I wrote down a thought about how it felt like Sun didn't really see Bloodmoon as a person? After he killed him?
This brought that idea back up, but that Sun did not see Bloodmoon as someone who was in control of himself.
So the whole thing I wrote down, all the way back when the direct consequences of Sun killing Bloodmoon popped up was this.
"I think Sun does not consider Bloodmoon a 'person'. He says 'I haven't killed anyone' and when Moon calls him out for killing Bloodmoon, he has to pause for a moment before he says 'He... was somebody that deserved it' but the slow way he says it feels hesitant. It's weird. There was also an earlier episode where Sun said that he didn't feel anything when he killed Bloodmoon. He has no regrets about it. It feels like they're really hammering that in."
Which was followed by a written exchange from the show
Moon: Who couldn't control it, like I couldn't!
Sun: Do you think that excuses it, still!?
Moon: Then how- I'm just as guilty!
Which makes the entire exchange about Bloodmoon not being able to control himself, as well as Sun beliving he's guilty all the deeper.
It also matches up with thoughts I had above which is cool.
But I have run out of energy to try and formulate cohesive written thoughts about this specifically. Just thought I'd throw it in here.
Just.
Urgh.
Good Episode.
"I would have loved to have another brother." Oh nooooooooooo. Oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
That one hit. Oof that one struck home.
I started legitimately getting emotional when he popped into the room and was holding back tears. ASSURING HIMSELF he didn't enjoy it, didn't enjoy hurting them.
I had to pause the episode for a hot minute when he said he wished he was dead. Kudos to those of you who picked that out before hand. It caught me dead by surprise even thought I had seen people discussing that aspect of Sun's character before.
Interesting to consider that he is in fact possibly jealous of Moon resetting. That Moon doesn't have to live with his mistakes and consequences and Sun does. I'd love to see that particular line of characterization delved into further.
Sun steeling himself to act 'normal' when he's feeling so troubled kinda hit me persona-
AND HERE COMES THE OUTRO WITH A STEEL CHAIR FUCK YOOOOUUUUUU
#fafferchat#fafferlivereacts#sams#tsams#sams spoilers#tsams spoilers#sams sun#sams bloodmoon#sun and moon show#the sun and moon show#look the outro popping in to be all goofy and mysterious after what was an emotionally tough episode was fucking hilarious#its always hilarious#its never not funny#im wheezing#tw suicide#tw sucidal ideation
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LITERARY: Even If
Hazel can pretty much hear Astrid thinking.
They’re all curled up on the couch as The Empire Strikes Back plays on the TV. Usually by now, Astrid would be going off on Hazel about how wrong she is for thinking that Return of the Jedi is better than what according to Astrid is ‘one of the best sequels in cinema history along with Shrek 2.’ And yet there she is, head resting on Hazel’s chest, cuddled up with their cat Mr. Wobbles, as her mind is clearly racing and buzzing with thought while, on the screen, Luke Skywalker gets his hand cut off and finds out Darth Vader is his father.
When Mr. Wobbles jumps out of their grasp, Hazel lifts her free hand to hold Astrid’s, fingers now intertwined. “Love,” she murmurs, ducking to look down at her girlfriend. “What are you thinking about?”
Astrid freezes. Eyes going wide, visibly thinking of what else to answer instead of what’s been actually bothering her, before swallowing nervously. “Who, me?” She asks, voice a bit higher than usual. “Not a thing.”
Hazel raises a brow and unlocks their hands to grab the remote and pause the movie. “Darling,” she says softly. “Something seems to be bothering you, do you want to talk about it?”
“It’s nothing.” She moves to rest her head on Hazel’s arm once again, but Hazel brings her hand up to cup her jaw, worry now spread across her face as she looks her over. “Really, H, I swear I’m–”
“We don’t have to. But you know that whatever it is, you can always talk to me right?”
Astrid smiles softly at her while fumbling with her own hands. “I know,” she breathes, trying to comfortably rest her head against Hazel’s shoulder and leaning up to press a kiss on her cheek, hoping she’ll change the subject and forget about it. “Trust me. It’s nothing.”
“You swear it’s nothing?”
��Mhm.” Astrid answers mindlessly, trying to put on a convincing smile.
Hazel gawks at her girlfriend. A narrowed and targeted gaze, wordlessly daring her into a sudden staring contest. Within a minute, Astrid blinks, a little teary-eyed, before rolling her eyes in defeat. “I can’t believe you’re going to make me ask this,” she mutters and lets out a big sigh. She tries to hide her face on her girlfriend’s neck as though embarrassed. “Okay, but you can't laugh.”
“I would never.”
Astrid pulls away with a pout and glares.
“I promise I won’t,” Hazel clarifies. She swallows as she feels her worry transpiring and tries to sit up, but Astrid presses a hand to her abdomen, keeping her where he is. “Oh believe me, this isn’t a sitting up conversation.”
“Alright,” Hazel replies, sounding unconvinced.
Astrid stares at her for a long moment. “Baby,” she says, faintly. “So I saw this thing online earlier tonight, and I cannot for the life of me get it out of my head.”
Hazel carefully examines her girlfriend, as if trying to read her mind.
“Are you going to ask me if we could get a cat again?” Astrid has been advocating on getting a sibling for Mr. Wobbles, feeling he may be lonely whenever they're away. However, Hazel, acknowledging their busy work schedules, hesitates as much as she would also love to see more furballs laying around the house and fulfill their dream of becoming crazy old cat ladies together.
Astrid’s face suddenly lights up hearing the newly brought up topic, “Would you have said yes?”
“No.” Astrid answers sternly and playfully rolls her eyes.
“Fine. It was worth a shot.”
“Now c’mon, spill it and tell me what’s actually going on in that pretty little head of yours.”
“Just– you have to answer in all seriousness,” Astrid says, twisting and sitting up just a bit further to look Hazel in the eye. “Because it might seem silly, but it’s actually like, kinda getting in my head, and I just need to know your answer. But also no pressure!”
Hazel nods. “Ask away.”
Astrid takes a deep breath and relaxes her shoulders. Her lips roll inwards, like she’s not quite sure how to get the words out, and then she’s glancing up from beneath her eyelashes, meeting Hazel’s gaze, and asking, “Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
The worry buried in Hazel’s gut came jumping out the window after a few seconds once the question registered to her. She blinks, the word ‘worm’ rattling about in her mind. She pauses, opening her lips then closing it again, unsure on how to react. “Pardon?”
“If I was a worm,” Astrid repeats, as if the question would make more sense if she asks the second time around, “Would you still love me?”
Look, there have been a thousand different questions Astrid has asked her in the middle of the night. From the most in depth things, like where they see themselves in 10 years, to things that are too random, like when she ran up to her in their room wondering if she should dye her hair red or if she should get her nose pierced to look ‘cool’. Hazel is no stranger to Astrid’s thoughts. As a matter of fact, she’s come to treasure them as much as any other, when she gets a glimpse of Astrid’s mind and helps ease her thoughts. Because, and she can’t say this enough, she bloody loves her girlfriend. However… There are times like this that still never fail to surprise Hazel. She didn’t know it was possible, but because of it, she can’t help but love her even more.
“Where is this coming from?”
Astrid sits up as she shakes her head, eyes desperately looking for an answer. “You’re not answering the question,” she huffs. “Would you still love me if I was a worm? Yes or no?”
“That’s what got you so distracted today? Whether or not I’d love you if you were a worm?” Hazel asks confusedly, yet some warmth is still evident in her tone.
“Hey, you said you wouldn’t laugh.”
“I’m not,” Hazel replies, trying to stop the small grin on her face.
Hazel continues, “Set me the scene though, have you just always been a worm or did you somehow turn into a worm overnight? Or did you mean that we live in some alternate universe where all humans are just worms?”
Astrid looks at her for a moment and steadily sits up. “Huh,” she says as she lifts her legs up and tucks them beneath herself. “Okay, um… Well, let’s say I’ve always been a worm.”
“And I’m the same person as I am now in this situation?”
“Yes,” Astrid says slowly. “But you like bugs!” She adds quickly, trying to get her girlfriend to gravitate towards the answer she’s looking for.
“Is a worm even a bug?”
Her brows creased in contemplation. “I don’t know, I think so?” She says. “Eh, that doesn’t matter. The point is; I’m a worm, have always been a worm, will always be a worm. You see me worming it out in the garden because our cat is trying to eat me alive or something. Would you be my knight in shining armor, save me from the petrifying Mr. Wobbles and fall madly in love with me?”
Hazel wrinkles her nose. “Worming it out?”
“Seriously? Out of everything I said?”
“My darling,” Hazel says, gently tugging on a coil of Astrid’s hair and pushing it behind her ear. “I adore you.”
Astrid’s mouth falls open. “The answer is no, isn’t it?” Hazel tries to avoid her gaze, and she gasps overdramatically. “Oh my God, it is! And you were trying to let me down slowly?”
“If you were always a worm–”
“But I explicitly added that you like bugs in this universe!”
“Now hold on, let’s think this through… Love, worms can’t speak. They simply ‘worm it out’ and eat dirt. They’re incapable of responding to human love. And I don’t think you realize that we probably wouldn’t even understand each other and all that. It’s not like I speak worm or that we can assume that worm Astrid knows English.”
Astrid lets out a laugh and shakes her head, realizing the ridiculousness of the conversation as it’s being said out loud and bites on her lower lip. “Hm,” she hesitates. “Would you at least keep me as a pet?”
“Oh, absolutely,” Hazel says with a smile. “I’d have a whole ecosystem set up for you and I'd make sure you were kept as far away from Mr. Wobbles as possible.” She slips her hands on Astrid’s, squeezing them with such care and comfort. “Even in an unearthly universe where you’re a worm, I’ll adore you all the same.” She can’t believe these words have left her mouth, but Astrid seems appeased by it. The secret little joy in her eyes is enough to make Hazel’s heart feel warm and fuzzy and somehow forget the silliness of the conversation.
Astrid grins, shuffling on the couch. “Okay,” she says. “Now, what about, if I had magically, overnight, been turned into a worm? Like, you wake up tomorrow, and beside you there’s just a worm there.”
Hazel lays back and pretends to think about it. She knows her answer is obviously yes. But she also knows Astrid’s brain is in overdrive thinking through all the logistics, and she knows she’s got questions. So she can't believe she's fallen into this trap, because now she's genuinely wondering if she'd still love Astrid as a worm.
No deep brown eyes to fall asleep gazing into. No forehead kisses, no smiles and snuggles under the blankets. No warm curls for her fingers to play in. No comforting smell of coffee in the morning even though she only ever drinks tea. No text messages at work ensuring she had lunch by exactly twelve o’clock in the afternoon. No meow conversations between her and Mr. Wobbles when she gets home from work. No one to gossip to about literally anything. No one to drag her out of her comfort zone, trying to make her explore new things for her to become a braver person. No random singing in the house especially when they cook or clean. No loud laughter erupting through every inch and corner of their home after saying a joke that wasn’t even that funny and yet it doesn’t matter because it brings out the best sound in the world. Even her voice, so alive and passionate, rambling about everything she loves, simply gone. No more Astrid to do everything with.
She watches Astrid from beneath her lashes, those thoughts make her eyes swell up a bit. “Can’t I also be a worm?” She asks, finally.
“What?”
“If you were a worm, and I weren't, I’d find my life lacking in all that matters. Is this a situation in which you would ultimately be transformed back into a person, and I’m simply expected to keep you safe, loved, and comfortable for some time, in which case I would definitely guard you with my life, or is this a circumstance in which you’ll remain as a worm? Because if it's the latter, I'd definitely prefer to just be a worm too.”
Astrid’s lower lip juts out. “You’d become a worm to be with me if I were a worm?”
“Love,” Hazel says, soft and serious as she sits back up. She reaches out and takes Astrid’s hand in her own. “If it meant I’d get to be with you, there’s just about nothing I wouldn’t do.”
They stare at each other for a few beats, before Astrid is cooing, and moving to lay against her again. She slips to the side, and tucks her head into the crook of Hazel’s neck, nosing at the skin of her throat. Hazel can feel the smile curving against her collarbone. “I love you,” Astrid breathes into the skin.
Hazel smiles, bringing her arms up to wrap around her. “You’re aware that you’re absolutely ludicrous though, right?”
Astrid hums into her skin, nuzzling in closer. Her lashes brush against the delicate skin of her jaw as they flutter shut. “You love me,” she murmurs.
“I do. I do love you.”
Her cheeks rise with a smile. “Even if I were a worm.”
She already sounds half asleep.
“Yes, Astrid,” Hazel concedes, her lips curving in a fond little smile, “Even if you were a bloody worm.”
Astrid lets out a content sigh. “Knew it,” she mumbles. “Suck it, internet! I have the best girlfriend in the world.”
Hazel chuckles to herself.
She notices Astrid’s breaths evening out, then eventually going on and on about how Princess Leia deserved better as she’s seen piloting the Millenium Falcon along with Chewbacca, The Empire Strikes Back playing once again on their TV. This is the woman she loves. Worm or no worm, she knows they’ll find each other someway. She’s glad that in this universe, she gets to be with her. She finds she’s happy she’s here all the same.
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hihihi!! i was wondering if i could maybe get a SP match-up?? tyy <3
no idea if this is relevant, but i'm a 5'2, straight female with brown eyes and brown hair (which always looks. a bit questionable because i have the terrible habit of cutting my own hair after every minor inconvenience) with blond highlights. also, my birthday is on October 18th, and i'm a libra sun, virgo moon, scorpio rising, and an enfp 💪💪
i tend to be pretty shy and quiet around new people, but once i get comfortable, you fr can't get me to shut up (and it rarely takes me more than 15 minutes to get comfortable.) i laugh a lot, talk a little too loud, and say the weirdest crap, so many people are convinced i'm kinda stupid. but in reality, i'm surprisingly smart- straight a's and everything. i'm also a pretty lovey-dovey person, i ADORE physical contact and pretty much all kinds of affection ngl. and people think i'm a hoe even tho i've only had one boyfriend and haven't even felt the touch of a man in months 💀💀 i'm also sensitive to the point where i'm legit crying like 90% of the time. like,, happy? i cry. sad? i cry. angry? i cry.
but, anyway, i'm such a GIANT music nerd. like,, i legit spend 90% of my time listening to music and i kinda combust and die if i go more than a few hours without listening to music. i'd love to say i like all kinds of music, but that'd be a lie lmao. i'm pretty much a pretentious dad when it comes to my music taste. i absolutely adore all types of rock and metal, and my all-time favorite bands are My Chemical Romance and Pearl Jam. i'm also in, like, 837198371837193 different bands where i sing and play bass!! and besides music, i'm also really into writing and cinema. i honestly don't think i dislike anything?? except maybe math and repetitive tasks, because i swear i can't sit still and stay focused for more than a few minutes.
something important in a relationship for me is loyalty and affection,, because i've been cheated on multiple times and i really don't want that to happen again. and a big no-no for me would be an open relationship. i mean,, nothing wrong with people who are into that, but it's just not my kinda thing.
i hope this wasn't too long!! tyyyy <3
A/N: omg hello there!! I AM A SUPER FAN OF YOUR WRITING AND THE FACT THAT YOU ASKED ME FOR A REQUEST IS 🥹.
Anyways, leaving aside my fangirl moment, I have the perfect little man for you sweet and beautiful human being 😌
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He kinda likes your shy persona when you are meeting someone new, It gives him an oportunity of being the man in the relationship and ya know that being in charge boostes his ego lmao💀
Clyde loves your laugh, especially when he is the one who caused it lol, so It's not really a problem that you are laughing almost all day.
He also likes that you talk loud because he himself does so when excited so this way you can't mock each other for it lmao.
He never thought you were stupid... because he was sitting at your right side on class and saw your high notes.
He is probably going to beg ask you to help him study for some subjects in which he isn't doing so well.
He also loves when you just randomly say some weird ass shit, he is just so down for it lmao
Like, you can be like "Hey, ya know that Camels have 3 eyelids?" and then the next thing you know is that Clyde is wheezing while trying not to fall to the floor lmao 😂
You love physical affection? HE LOVES PHYSICAL AFFECTION.
(You two should marry for real lmao 💍⛪)
Like, please be all lovey-dovey with him, hold his hand, hug him out of the blue, cuddle him, snuggle to his side, hold his arm or give him little kisses but PLEASE show him love (he will tear up a bit tho-)
You two are a bit sensitive, and that's okay!
Because then you know what can trigger each other's tears and so you can try and evade it, but if the tears are flowing then you'll know (or at least have a vague idea) of how to calm and/or comfort each other down <3
Hmn... okay, I think that he mainly doesn't get that you can't live without music?
Ah, but tell him that it's practically the same as if he had to live without his baseball jacket (or you even) and he goes like 🙀😭
"oMG that must be horrible, I'm sorry for understimating your feelings!"
He is probably going to beg ask you to sing to him and play him any song on your bass (if it's a love one dedicated to him even better tho-).
If you, someday, finally get settled in a band he is going to be your number one fan and will buy all of your merchandise (well, If you gift it to him even better lmao).
You write??? dO YOU NEED A PROOFREADER???
PLease, let this man read what you write, at least a pair of lines but pwease let.him.read.itttttt 😭
Anyways, If you happen to write shit about ships /affectionate
Then he'll probably ask you to write angsty as fuck fics about ships of your class lmao 💀
Like "I fell in love with the pervert" for a Craig x Kenny fic.
"They call me lovergirl (they say I throw my heart around)" for a Wendy x Bebe one.
Or even a "Make him happy for me" for a Stan x Kyle in which Wendy is still in love with the Marsh's little boy.
Ya know, ^That kind of angsty shit lol 😞😭
You want a loyal partner uh?
Well, He is like a dog, Loyal 'til the end!!
He is going to make sure that you know that he loves you and that he will never change you for any other woman (or man!).
He expects you to reassure him the same because he is kinda insecure though 😶
Like- for him you are a goddess that should be cherisshed, but here you are, stuck with a boy like him.
In summary, your relationship would be one full of love and happiness, the occasional (and affectionate) mutual pinning, the crying because if one starts crying the other cries too lmao, and all the little and beautiful things you do for each other that lit up your own little worlds with serotonin and love <3
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Dating Eddie Munson would include...
Surprise headcanons for @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone with a fem!reader cause I love you!! ♥ NSFW is under the read more!!
Reblogs and comments are really appreciated and welcome!!
Honestly? He fell for you the day he saw you.
You just had this vibe about you that drew him to you and he just wanted to learn more and more about you.
You were always in his thoughts, you couldn't leave his mind.
Each times you would see each others, he would smile like an idiot and some times he would even wink at you just to see your smile and blush.
“I need her to become my Queen.” “Why don’t you start by talking to her?” “...Patience my friend.”
Of course side of him was scared that you would reject him because after all, he was known as a "freak" for his fashion sense and the fact that he played DnD.
But you were always so kind and nice to him. Hell, you even laughed at his jokes, and comments! And you were also nice with his party and friends!!
Eventually he takes his courage with both hands and ask you out.
Expect lots of dates!! He loves to have fun with you! Actually, he just loves being with you!
ARCADE DATES!! ARCADE DATES!!
Also cinema dates!!
Movie date nights as well. He loves them. (Netflix and Chill but 80s version)
He like to put on scary movies just to have you cuddle up to him.
“Don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll protect you!”
Spoiler: he is the one cuddling up to you.
Most of the time you just cuddles up to each others because you can’t resist to not touch each others.
I swear, this guy is all over you the moment you accept to be his girl.
Eddie LOVES cuddles. Please cuddles him, he deserve them.
Also loves kisses. He loves to see you get on your tip toes to kiss him.
Please wear his shirt, he loves to see you in it. Doesn’t even have to be in a sexual way, he just think you look SO damn pretty in it.
Absolutely LOVES when you give him ideas for his DnD campaigns. He just love how imaginative you are and you have always such amazing ideas! His girlfriend is amazing!!
If you want to try and play DnD with him and the Hellfire club, he would LOVE to help you make and design your character. As well as finding a class that fit her and what her abilities and backstory should be.
If you already have a character, he really want to hear everything about her. He wants you in the party!!
Also, as the dungeon master and leader, he totally make an NPC that is your character's boyfriend.
Totally gift you casettes from some of his favourites bands.
Singing in his car or just when you are together.
Lends you his jacket when you are cold because he is a gentleman, but also because he wanna see you in it.
And to show that you are already taken.
His favourites petnames for you are my Queen, Princess, Sweetheart, Babe and Pumpkin.
He is VERY protectice and is secretly so scared that you are gonna leave him one day.
So when his insecurities start filling up his mind, he goes to you and even if he doesn't enjoy talking about his vulnerabilities, he know he can trust you.
You are the calm after the storm.
NSFW
Eddie is 100% a switch and you can’t change my mind.
Even when he dom, he is a soft!dom, I can’t imagine him being a dom that humiliate you, hurts you, makes you cry and goes super hard on you just for his own pleasure.
Sure he can spank you, humiliate you a little bit and calls you names but he want to be sure that what he says and do is 100% fine with you. He think consent is very sexy and he is right.
So you have a safeword, just in case.
When he sub, oh boy what a view lemme tell you. In particular when you ride him cowgirl style, he loves it.
He can't help himself but grab your thighs, squeeze your breasts, grope your ass and moves his hands all over your body.
He really loves your body and he lets you know it.
LOTS of praise coming from him no matter what.
In any cases, wether he dom or sub, he is very vocal so if you want him to keep quiet, either kiss him, shove something in his mouth or gag him.
I don't think Eddie has a LOT of experience when it comes to sex and relationships but he is pretty good at it believe me.
Really loves to try new things with you.
He loves to use his hands and fingers on you, the way you squirm under him as he fuck your hole with his fingers is just so hot to him.
Loves to use toys on you as well as you using toys on him. He gets so needy and can't stop begging you, it's both adorable and so arrousing to you.
I imagine his favourite positions are cowgirl, 69 and missionary as well as the lotus.
Ass or tits? Both but if he HAD to choose... He would choose tits.
Tug his hair, I dare you.
Also wear lingerie for him, red and black ones are his favourite. Bonus if you wear a sexy little devil costume...
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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Cute Prompt with caring elements
!TW: Mention of abortion, mention of being stressed (not detailed), mention of rape, mention of pregnancy, swearing, mention of therapy sessions, implied swearing (‘cursing’), mention of being ill!
“Take my seat,” Jim offered when you complained about the seat you were on being uncomfortable; you had both decided to go to the cinema to relax after everything that had happened recently with your abortion and Jim being stressed out at work.
You shook your head quickly; you didn’t want Jim to be uncomfortable during the film. “N-No, Jimmy, I can’t-”
“It’s fine, Y/n,” Jim assured, and you groaned, before you accepted his offer, switching seats with him.
“Thank you, Jimmy,” you stated, before you rested your head on his shoulder. “You’re sure you’re okay in that seat?” You pried, and Jim nodded, before he smiled reassuringly down at you.
“You deserve that seat more than me, Y/n,” Jim claimed, “especially after - everything that happened to you recently.” You frowned, looking away from him; you’d rather not be reminded of the rape, the pregnancy and the abortion. Jim felt bad when he noticed the look on your face, so he intertwined his fingers with your’s. “I - I’m sorry,” Jim spoke gently, “let’s just - forget about it now, okay? Completely. This film will take both of our minds off of everything, I promise.” You hoped that he was right as you forced a smile up at him, and he returned the smile, before he leaned down to connect his lips to your’s.
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You and Jim had dropped off Sylvia and Emily at his mother’s house before you had both gone out to the cinema, and when you both got home you snuggled up together to watch a movie, before Jim began to cook dinner for you both. When you heard Jim put on you and his song: ‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron, you rushed into the Kitchen, before you wrapped your arms around his waist, smiling up at him lovingly. “May I have this dance, Mr. Baxter?” You requested, and Jim grinned, nodding as he turned to face you, abandoning dinner briefly.
“You may, Mrs. Baxter,” Jim answered, before he began to slowly and carefully dance with you to the song in the Kitchen; you loved moments like these with Jim.
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You snuggled closer to Jim in the morning, smiling softly at him, before you lifted your hand to play with his soft and neat black hair. Jim groaned deeply as he began to stir, and you giggled, feeling your heart flutter as his beautiful greyish blue eyes began to open slowly. “I dreamt about you last night,” you admitted, your voice close to a whisper. Jim chuckled, before he connected his lips to your’s.
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You were watching Jim getting dressed; he had to leave to go to work soon. “Fucking tie,” Jim uttered as he struggled to do it up, and a smile played on your lips, before you got up to help him.
“Come here,” you demanded gently, and Jim nodded, meeting you halfway, “let me fix it for you.” You smiled shyly up at Jim whilst you were fixing his tie, and he reflected your smile, before he connected his lips to your’s in a loving kiss.
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You had gotten scared as you’d left your therapy session later than usual, so it was darker outside. You called Jim, hoping he’d be able to drive you home, but he didn’t answer, making you begin to panic as you thought you’d have to walk back home by yourself. You were worried that someone might try and rape you again, so you stayed outside of the building you’d had your therapy session in. “Y/n?” A familiar voice sounded, breaking the unnerving silence.
You expressed relief when you noticed Jamie walking toward you; she must have been on her way home when she saw you. “Jamie!” You exclaimed, running up to her and hugging her tightly.
“Are you okay?” Jamie inquired, holding you at arm’s length as she looked around for Jim to see if he had met up with you after he’d left work, too.
“Y-Yeah, I just,” you stammered, embarrassed, “I’m too scared to walk back home.”
Jamie frowned, nodding gravely; she understood that it might remind you of the night you were raped. “I’ll walk you home, if you want me to?” Jamie offered, and you nodded quickly, your eyes glinting.
“Thank you so much, Jamie!” You responded, and she smiled warmly at you.
“It’s okay,” Jamie replied, “let’s go. Jim’s probably wondering where you are.” You nodded, following behind her closely as you felt safe when you were closer to her.
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When you had gotten drunk after having a fight with your parents, Jim had to pick you up and drive you back home; he’d heard from your friends that you’d probably gone to the local bar when he asked them if they might know where you had gone after he hadn’t heard from you for a while. “Watch your step,” Jim warned as he guided you down the path to you and his house, and there were a couple of steps past the dark green gate. Jim helped you down the steps slowly; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself by tripping over or missing a step.
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You checked on Jim upstairs when you heard him cursing, and he appeared to be searching for something in the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” You inquired, and Jim looked back at you, a pained expression on his face.
“I can’t find my favourite shirt,” he answered dejectedly, and you couldn’t help, but giggle, annoying him. “It’s not funny, Y/n-”
“Lighten up, Jim,” you interrupted, placing your hand on his shoulder, “I’m sure it’s around somewhere, but for now - I’m sorry for your loss.” Jim nodded gravely, before he continued to search the room for his shirt. “Have a good day at work, babe,” you concluded, before you pulled him away from the wardrobe to place a kiss to his cheek. Then rushed downstairs to prepare Sylvia and Emily for school like you normally did in the morning, when it wasn’t the weekend, of course.
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You decided to see if you could find Jim’s favourite shirt whilst he was out, and when you finally did find it under the bed, you got excited to reunite him with it. The moment Jim had returned home, you rushed upstairs to get it for him. “Hey, Jimmy, I found something,” you stated as you walked into the living room, and Jim hummed quietly to show that he was listening to you, “when I saw it, it reminded me of you. Look.”
Jim finally looked up at you, and when he saw that you were holding his favourite shirt, he stood up, a smile playing on his lips. “Y/n-”
“It was under the bed,” you informed, and Jim groaned, annoyed that he hadn’t checked under the bed before.
“Thank you so much, Y/n!” Jim expressed, before he threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly.
“You’re welcome,” you replied, returning the hug; you loved to cheer him up when he felt down.
“How can I repay you for finding it for me?” Jim inquired, and you shook your head.
“You don’t need to do anything for me, Jimmy,” you answered, but he still planned to try and repay you by making you your favourite meal for dinner.
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“I made you your favourite,” Jim announced as you entered the Kitchen, and you would be surprised, smiling your thanks to him as he set down the plate on the dining table for you.
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Jim had returned home late from work, and you began to stir as he entered the bedroom. “Shit, sorry, Y/n,” Jim spoke gently, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, smiling faintly. “I couldn’t sleep anyway,” you lied, and Jim reluctantly decided to believe you, before he disappeared into the bathroom to get dressed.
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Jim had brought you back a piece of Jamie’s birthday cake when he returned home after work; you’d felt too ill and exhausted to go with him, unfortunately. “Hey,” Jim greeted as he walked through the front door, and you smiled weakly up at him, before you forced yourself to sit up on the sofa; you had been waiting for him to return home. “I secured a piece of cake for you,” Jim stated, before he set the plastic container down on the coffee table beside you.
“T-Thank you, Jimmy,” you responded, your voice barely audible.
“You’re welcome,” he returned, sitting beside you; he wasn’t afraid to get sick by sitting beside you; he just wanted to make you happy whilst you were like this.
“Jimmy, no-”
“It’s okay, Y/n,” he assured, “I don’t mind getting sick.”
You groaned, giving in as Jim wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. “I probably won’t be able to eat the whole slice, so - You can have half of it,” you offered, and Jim shook his head, until he reluctantly decided to give in because you wouldn’t stop protesting.
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You wanted to treat Jim after he’d taken such good care of you, and you would snatch his wallet away when he attempted to take out his card so he could pay for the coffee, instead. “No, Jimmy, I want to get this for you,” you whined, and Jim raised his hands in surrender, smiling sheepishly as he was amused by your reaction.
𒀭🂱𖤍
As you and Jim were leaving the house to go to the theatre, Jim was worried about you because it was cold, so he began to take off his jacket. “Take my jacket,” Jim offered, “it’s cold outside.”
“Are you sure, Jimmy?” You asked, and he nodded, draping his jacket over your shoulders like a gentleman.
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You noticed that Jim seemed tired whilst he was driving you both home, and you decided that you wanted to take over for him. “Pull over, Jimmy, let me drive for a while,” you offered, and Jim hesitantly pulled the car over.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to continue?” Jim questioned, and you nodded.
“You look tired, Jimmy,” you answered, “I’m sure; I want you to get some rest.”
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“Sorry I’m late,” Jim murmured as he hung his coat up on the rack, before he sank on the sofa beside you; he assumed Sylvia and Emily were in bed. “I’m exhausted,” Jim uttered, and you frowned, worried about him.
“I’ll make you a coffee,” you responded, ignoring Jim’s protest as you got up from the sofa and left the room. Jim smiled weakly up at you when you’d returned to the room with his hot beverage, and you smiled back at him. “This’ll make you feel better,” you stated, before you set it down in front of him on the coffee table. You sat back down beside him, before you snuggled closer to him, feeling comfortable with your head on his shoulder. “Can I hold your hand?” You requested, your voice barely audible as you were embarrassed at yourself.
“Of course you can,” Jim answered, and your smile grew as you intertwined the fingers of your left hand with the fingers of his right one.
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