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IT WAS AND WAS NOT HIS SCENE, THIS. crowley didn't like clubs - his particular brand of dark and brooding was best achieved alone in his flat, or his car, or, if circumstances were truly dire and needed a good hard screaming at, alone in his car on the m-25.
he had his hands on the railing of a truly shoddy balcony, staring mildly out at the writhing sea of bodies on the floor. he also bore rather a neutral-to-poor opinion of disco, being that there was almost always something more interesting to listen to when given the choice. ( crowley could always be counted on to support counterculture, but when the counterculture in question went against rock and roll, his definition of support broadened to go to the club on occasion and try not to think about how aziraphale had invited him to woodstock when he had been away on business. )
the high waisted pants, however, were every bit his speed - to say nothing of the sin, though that came standard with most things in los angeles. the place fairly teemed with it, pride and gluttony and lust. as crowley looked on, the part of him that was serpent coiled up in delight. ( it was and was not his scene. he'd learned long ago not to fight with himself over it. that way, naturally, lay madness. )
talking of madness, there she was across the balcony: the disco queen herself, resplendent in her royal regalia. snakeskin heels clicked against metal as he cut a leisurely path around.
one might have wondered, as crowley certainly did: hadn't @butscrewmefirst suffered enough for one lifetime? well, of course not - not if you asked downstairs - but it wasn't even really about her. rather, it was about what she would do to the brunette in the corner, who was tall and lean and unbroken, for now.
" well well, " he said, and smiled with too-sharp teeth - for the setting, indeed just sharp enough. " evening, your majesty. what're you drinking? "
#starters.#butscrewmefirst#i am so sorry this got unreasonably long for what it is but HELLO. i am so hyped you have no IDEA.#if you need anything changed let me know but <333 let's fuck it up !
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❝ what happened to you? come inside. come inside. ❞
(To Kim from Stranger on the Balcony)
It had been a long time since his head pounded the way it did tonight.
When he was younger, this kind of pain had been the consequences of stupid actions he could predict, account for, undermine. Controllable, in a way. A way he had learned over time to minimize where possible as he'd gotten older, the years perhaps not making him wiser, but his priorities changing. Causes rattle like a snake's tail in the back of his mind ( insomnia, substance abuse, stress, injury ━ )
Bruises littered the Lieutenants face in a twisted painting, sore like a battered dog as he waited patiently at the Smokers door. ━ It felt like the freeze of the plummeting snow of evening made it worse, frost reaching up from the base of his shaved neck into his brain-stem, crystals icing the grey-matter as it burned at the bruises & faint streaks of fractured blood-vessels littering his cheek ; a lightning strike in a torpefied spring. ━ his hands drew behind him, almost absentminded, twitching. he realizes, a moment after, that he lacks his gloves. ( left at the Whirling, he recalls, he'd needed dexterity for tending to the wounds Harrier had sustained where leather could not permit ) ━━ too slow, too late.
━ Kitsuragi is certain, instantly, that he must look much worse than he is alone in the infant light of the apartment cascading upon him. He takes a breath & mouth gapes with a series of about-to-be-said sentences, but to his surprise finds himself being ushered inside before the words form. perhaps even more surprising; he obliges, almost without hesitance, the sound of his boots on the stone flooring as he enters is clear cut in the muffled feeling of the world at large, a consequence of wretched senses. maybe it was familiarity, even in a place like Martinaise, of the unspoken protocol that stretched its nerves throughout cities from spaces he thinks both men are familiar with ━ the Smoker, someone new but versed. Kim, a history teeming.
How it wasn't protocol at all, wasn't obligation, but the same heart across a community that understands what to do when one of your own turns up wounded, or shaken, or afraid; accustomed with living looking out for each-other as well as oneself, it inspires a trust that works its way into your bone marrow. the knowledge that if you go to the right people, they will take you in, and that even briefly, you will be safe. a brotherhood, a sisterhood, a something else lit in the underglow of pretty colors & community & language built to harbor them, harbor each-other.
Maybe it was that that inspired such blind faith in him, blind trust. He scolds himself that could get him killed one day. ( the night prior? it had saved his life. )
" Khm. I can assure you, sir, it isn't as bad as it looks. " dark eyes flick across the Smoker, then, the rest of his apartment as he briefly refamiliarizes himself with the foreign space, lingering near the door like a nervous animal waiting for the cue to leave if he needs to ; only out of the way enough to close it behind him. body tense, almost uncomfortable, but maybe that was only to suppress the subtle tremor in his hands, up his wrists, as they were locked behind his back. ━ Hiding, in a way. " Just some bruising, and a concussion. Nothing severe. "
he catches a clock and Kim wonders, briefly, if he should've come earlier ( 21:03 ; 9:03pm ), but dismisses it. As far as he knows, this was the most likely time for the Smoker to be here, too late now. Kim murmurs something about having a few questions as the stabbing pain of the migraine flares in the side of his skull, something he forgets as soon as he says it. ━ Ah. Whatever. He can still work with this...
#hi!!!!!!!!! thank you vvv much for this i got Very excited when i saw this ask BKGHTRB#i figured Kim a day after the Tribunal when the detective is still unconscious would work best! even when Fucked up this man does not rest#(also ignore the icon having gloves i know i specified he doesnt in writing but its the best i got BHKGTRB)#i hope this works!!!!! let me know if you need me to change anything. im vv excited to write with you <333#━ ♔ cardinals with snow-brushed wings : asks.#━ ♔ you sing but only the pavement listens : ic.#littlelonesomestars#MUSE / Kim Kitsuragi#ROLEPLAY / Kim Kitsuragi#injury //#disco elysium //
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No, like this
Anon asked:
I need more of the teach me dynamic like that was so hot. The way Remus helped Sirius ate you out using his hair holy fuck that was hot.
maybe it’s like Remus gets jealous cause it’s close to the full moon so he shows the boys how to properly fuck a girl and it’s super rough maybe and then James and Sirius are just there jerking off like super turned on by the scene cause wow Remus is really good at making reader be loud.
And YES! I love this dynamic and this ask was so very lovely and gave me so much inspiration THANK YOU BABE <333
Here's a very jelly remus, pre full moon, showing his friends how to fuck his girl hot damn
Masterlist. (Teach us part one. And part two. Though it can easily be read on it's own, just the same dynamics <3)
“No, you’re doing it all wrong,” Remus growled.
You were laid out on your back, James on top of you, hips moving against yours at a steady rhythm. It was good, really good. But the full moon was getting closer, and Remus was aggravated, jealous and very territorial of you.
James whined at the harsh words, and you kissed his nose telling him, “You’re doing well darling, keep going.”
He did, though not quite as confidently as before. His head came down to rest in the crook of your neck, and you felt his cheeks were heated from embarrassment. You and Remus had taught both James and Sirius a lot since your first night together, and they’d both made great progress, all the while Remus was perfectly okay with sharing you – as you also did share him with his friends.
James had just started to get it right with each thrust again – making you moan and whine, telling him what a good boy he was being – when Remus interrupted yet again.
“No, move,” he said, standing up and pushing James off of you, making all three of you gasp (Sirius wouldn’t miss this show for anything in the world), “let me show you how to fuck her properly.”
It was, to put it plainly, rude. You would have to talk to Remus about it later, that he can’t act that way with your littles, but he was so sexy, towering above you, hands tugging at his buckle, trying to free himself for you. You knew what was to come would be life changing-ly amazing, and you did not want to get in the way of Moony when he was tearing at the seams of Remus like this.
Remus was finally naked, standing next to the bed, where James still lay, “I said move.” James did, shying away, trudging toward Sirius’ bed.
“Arms above your head, darling,” he said, steadying his body above yours. You did as you were told, knowing not to argue at this moment. “See, you’ve gotta tell a slut what to do, she’s too dumb to think on her own.” This wasn’t really true – though you loved letting go of all your common sense to let Remus take full control, so you did.
He didn’t give any warning before he pushed himself into you, widening your tight little hole, taking your body from you. “Little sluts like this don’t need to be warmed up, she can take it, right love?” You nodded, knowing you hadn’t been given permission to speak.
His hips snapped against yours at a brutal pace, it almost hurt, you knew it would later, but the way the head of him pushed against your walls felt too good. While he was fucking you, he kept narrating the whole thing, “yeah, that’s right, touch your little cocks to my girl, hear that? My girl. You’ve gotta move faster, harder, like this.”
It was so hot, having your life fucked out of you by your boyfriend while your other two partners watched, touching themselves. You could finally show them the Remus you knew, the Remus who could make sure you didn’t walk straight for days – he’d been so nice and soft since you invited James and Sirius, but now he was back, with his back-arching, toe-curling, orgasm-giving sex.
You hadn’t been quiet for a while, and when your orgasm washed over you, the sounds coming from somewhere deep in your throat only got louder. “There you go, see this, this’s how you make a girl come.”
Pulling out of you, Remus kissed you once, deep and hard and dirty, before he flipped you over, pulling on your hips to make your ass stick out. Leaning down over you, he kissed down the back of your neck, biting and pulling at the skin, hard teeth scratching soft skin. “You ready, little one?” He asked, almost softly, and when you nodded your head he pulled back and pushed in, in one sweeping motion. The angle from this position was even better and you felt your eyes roll back as you dropped your head against the pillow, feeling another orgasm come creeping.
Holding himself up with one hand on the headboard, the other kept a tight hold on your hair. “Now this is how you fuck a girl real good, she won’t be able to think straight when I’m done with her, shame you’ll never be this good,” the cockiness could be heard in Remus’ voice as his hips kept pushing against yours, your ass shaking with every thrust. “Go on then, come, all over your hands from watching my girl take my cock, go ahead… You too, princess, go ahead, let go f’me…”
Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered some grunting from the other bed, though most of your senses were filled with Remus, the wet sound of him thrusting in and out of you, the smell of him on the pillow, of both of your juices mixing somewhere further down on the bed, the taste of him left on your tongue, the sight of a veiny arm holding him up, the feeling of him all over you, against your back, the hands in your hair, his cock inside you, pulsating and ejaculating, filling you up with white, hot spurts of cum, the feeling of it running out of you, the wet patch on the bed between your legs.
And then… nothing.
When you woke up, it was to a hot, wet rag on your face. “Hi, love,” Remus said, kissing your forehead, hand holding your cheek still. “Welcome back, you went out for a bit, but don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you now, okay baby?”
Smiling, you reached your hands up – not a small feat, considering your arms felt like boiled spaghetti – and took a hold of his face to pull him back down to you, pressing your lips against his.
“And now this is how you perform proper aftercare, don’t ever skip that,” he said, a pointed look directed at his friends, who he was about to treat with some of the same love that you’d received.
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in one of the text series things w chris u wrote smth abt “like I've ridden you until you had literal tears in your eyes and begged me to stop” and i would thoroughly enjoy it if u (or anyone) could make a fic abt that thankyou. sub chris 🔛🔝
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dwb! chris x reader
warnings: nsfw (don’t read if it bothers you) + oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, sub! chris
dwb! chris masterlist
hehe… hope u like <333
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"i really fucking need you right now baby” chris said in a low voice.
“yeah? what do you want baby?”
“want you to ride me so bad ma, need it so bad” chris wasn’t usually in the mood to let me take control, but we hadn’t seen each other in a few days and he was touch starved.
“yeah? ok baby i got you” i said as i gently pushed his chest down, making him lay on his back.
the only clothes remaining on our bodies were our underwear.
“gonna make you feel so fucking good baby”
i slowly pulled down his boxers, watching his dick spring up.
making direct eye contact with him, i brought my mouth to his dick. i swirled my mouth around the tip, making his hips buck up.
“shit ma, so fucking sensitive” he said as i started bobbing my head up and down, pumping any part of his cock that my mouth couldn’t reach.
“you’re so fucking good” he said as he pulled my hair out of my face, into a makeshift ponytail.
“take me so well, so so well ma” he whined.
his dick started to twitch, signaling he was close.
i focused on just his tip, licking and sucking relentlessly.
“fuck, i’m gonna cum baby”
his cum shot down my throat, and i licked him clean.
“holy shit ma”
before he could say anything more, i crawled onto his lap.
“think you can take another baby? wanna make up for lost time” i say, running my hands up his stomach and chest.
“fuck yes baby, wanna watch you get yourself off on my cock”
i pulled my panties to the side and lined his dick up with my hole, sinking down onto him.
“holy fuck you’re so tight ma” “fill me up so well chris”
once he was fully inside of me, i wasted no time in lifting my hips up and slamming them back down.
“holy shit, not gonna last if you do that baby” he meant it as a warning, but i took it as a reason to continue my rough movements.
“mmmm chris you feel so good”
my tits were bouncing in front of chris’s face, prompting him to take one in his mouth.
“shit chris”
“love your tits” he said into my chest.
“look so good using me to get yourself off”
i felt chris twitch inside me and quickened my pace.
the change in pace caused chris to release inside of me, coating my walls in his cum.
“fuck princess”
the feeling of his warm cum inside me caused me to clench around him.
“jesus christ ma” instead of stopping, i continued to slam down on him at a brutal pace.
“fuck fuck ma it’s too much, so fucking sensitive”
“you know your safeword chris, but you and i both know you can take it”
“can’t can’t” he kept repeating it, his groans turning into whimpers.
i changed the angle i was going down on him slightly, causing him to hit directly on my g-spot.
“fuck chris i’m so close”
“please please i can’t take it” his hips started writhing uncontrollably, his ab muscles flexing.
he looked so fucked out, tears forming in his eyes, whimpering and moaning.
“gonna cum chris” all he could do was whine in response.
i clenched around him again, making him let out a guttural moan as i came around his cock.
“oh my gosh chris”
i bounced on him a few more times, riding out my high before collapsing on top of him.
covered in sweat and cum, we both laid there for a minute while catching our breath.
gently lifting me up, chris pulled out of me and kissed my forehead.
“are you ok baby?” i asked him, caressing his face.
“i’m great baby, you’re fucking perfect. thank you i really needed that”
“always” i smiled before pushing my lips to his in a sweet kiss.
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hmmm… it’s almost like ? he’s in love with her ? but doesn’t realize yet ? wonder if he ever will ? 😈
lmk what y’all think
damn y’all got me out here posting fics like an actual writer tf😭
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just that ellie smut i was talking ab w servicetop!ellie and switch r! w a little bit of possessive/protective ellie<333
little warning for gross fratboy (attempted drugging implied)
Ellie had a temper. Everyone knew it. If something pissed her off, like her phone for example, she’d throw it across the room. The TV isn’t working? Hit it. Remote? Slam it on the table. Someone’s pissing her off? She’s either antagonizing them or punching them square in the jaw.
But if someone’s bothering you?
If anyone even dares to look at you wrong, touch you, or speak to or about you out of line— at a party for example, she’s in your ear whispering the most vile things as she stares the person down. She’s got her hands on your waist as she stands behind you, running the flats of her palms along your stomach to get it fluttering. Fuck, she’d try to touch you right there, coming around to stand in front of you and immediately bringing you in for a kiss.
You’d know what she was doing, offering to take her to the bathroom, to which she’d promptly agree. Though, what they didn’t know was how Ellie would be the one sat on the counter, whining and trying to keep herself quiet as you practically ruined her.
See, she loved being on top. She loved hearing you, but in times like these she always needed some extra love and care. Which you were more than happy to give.
However, tonight she denied your offer.
There’d been some frat boy— one she knowingly hated— talking to you, and once he handed you a drink, which you hadn’t seen made, she was leaving her friends and coming to you as you tried to deny his advances.
“I want to go home,” she told you when you offered to go upstairs. You agreed, gladly driving the two of you home with a hand on her thigh to help her relax.
You figured it was only a matter of time before she started to talk about wanting to kill that boy.
“I should’ve killed that idiot,” like you thought. “He was seriously going to try and roofie you, or something.” She was on her phone, furiously texting Jesse to get the guy out of the party. “Should’ve put my blunt out on his face,” she muttered.
She continued grumbling until you got to her apartment, making you chuckle to yourself as you unlocked the door and took off your shoes.
“Are you done yet, babe?” You asked her after she took off her shoes, muttering something about sticking a shoe up his ass and making you laugh even more.
“I’m completely serious,” she said, gaining a nod and a hum from you. “What if I didn’t notice?” You frowned at the sudden seriousness, making her sigh. “That kinda shit scares me. I don’t want anything happening to you— anyone, obviously, but you especially.”
You took a moment to take in the sentiment, biting your inner cheek as you nodded. “You don’t have to think about what might’ve happened, alright?” You turned, setting your keys on the counter. “I’m fine, and that guy’s gone.” You were speaking lamely, her words getting you to think of what might’ve happened, and making you so uncomfortable you just wanted to go to bed and start a new day.
Which you did.
Kind of.
You told Ellie you were going to bed when she went to shower, changing out of your clothes and into one of her shirts and briefs so you could lie down.
By the time Ellie got back, you were still up and texting Dina about what could’ve happened now that it was on your mind.
“I didn’t mean to put that in your head,” Ellie said as she got on a pair of boxers and a shirt. “Why don’t we watch something? Or cuddle?” She suggested, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling beside you.
“Cuddle,” you picked, setting your phone down as she happily lied beside you and put her arm around her waist.
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she said quietly, lips brushing the back of your neck. “I won’t let anyone touch you.” She pressed a gentle kiss there. “Promise.” And another. “You ever feel like something’s wrong… or if anyone’s bothering you, come to me. I’ll deal with it, ‘kay?” Her hand rubbed your waist, and you knew what she was doing.
And it was working.
“What’re you doing, El?” You turned to her and brought your hands to her hips, running them over her boxers.
She knew just how to say things to get you feeling… better. Anything she said could have you melting in an instant when she accompanied it with a soft tone, wet kisses, and possessive touch.
“Whatever you need.” She shrugged, hand coming to your face to cup your cheek and thumb dragging over the plush skin beneath it. She brought her mouth to yours in a gentle kiss, barely pecking your lips. “If you need me, I’ll give that to you,” she said against them, moving to straddle your hips. “Use me if you need to.”
“Ellie,” you warned, hand gripping her hip and making her huff out a breath. “If you want something, tell me.”
Her mouth came to yours again, kissing you with such need that you almost cooed at her. Your hands went to her back, pressing her down before they drifted to her thighs, stroking gently.
She sighed, pulling back to rest her head on yours. “I just want to get this off your mind,” she muttered. “Let me make it up to you. Help you forget.” She spoke between lazy kisses. “I can be good…” She kissed you again, hands coming up to cup your jaw.
Her kisses were slow, head tilting and deepening each one as she slowly started to grind her hips down on you. You stopped her, gripping her hip again and making her sigh. “I love you,” she said in a muffled kiss. She repeated the words over and over, kissing you between each one until you finally gave her what she wanted and took control.
She would never just say she wanted you to fuck her. Somehow, she made it about you and your needs. As if she would crumble the minute she admitted hers.
But you knew. You knew it was really her that needed this.
You pushed her on her back, moving on top of her with her legs still around your waist. You took control of the kiss, pushing your tongue into her mouth. She sucked gently, hands gripping your hips as she groaned.
When you brought your mouth to her neck, her hands fumbled with the band of your underwear. She pulled it down to your knees, tossing it aside when you shimmied out of the fabric. Her hands rested on your ass, kneading at the skin and making you moan against her.
“My pretty baby,” she breathed, hands running up beneath your shirt to get it off and toss it aside. “All mine.”
“All yours, baby,” you reassured as you kissed her cheek, feeling the heat that came to it and chuckling. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” You moved from between her legs, pulling off her boxers before you offered your hands to help her sit up. “Come on.” You pulled her shirt off, smiling at her naked in front of you. “That’s better… You sure this isn't about you feeling better? Because, I’ll help you forget. You just gotta honest with me, sweetheart.”
“Told you already,” she pulled you into another kiss. “That scared me.”
You hummed, pulling back to push her hair out of her face. “Tell me you need my help, Ellie.”
The moment she met your eyes, she was done for, melting into your touch as she nodded in a daze. “Need you,” she muttered, earning another kiss. “Need to feel you— hear you. I need to make you feel better. Makes me feel better.”
There it was
“Lie down,” you told her upon receiving what you wanted.
“Are you sure you’re up for this tonight?” She quickly made sure, before you continued, that you were okay with this tonight. “I’d be more than happy to…” She looked you up and down, eyes taking in every detail of your naked body. “You know.”
You chuckled, knowing if you stopped this now it’d only be cruel. “I’ll do my best.” Ellie laughed at that, smile downturned. “Now, just, do what I say. Lie down.”
She nodded immediately, lying back on the bed. “Whatever you want.”
You brought your hand to her chest, running it down her torso slowly as you brought your mouth to hers. This time, you moved with an intent to get her as worked up as possible, until she couldn’t even remember what she was worked up about before. Your kiss was tantalizing, making her raise her chin in an attempt to get more from you. You obliged her wants, opening your mouth to let her slip her tongue between your lips as you kissed her.
Your hand ran up to her breasts, fingers slowly tracing around her nipples and making her sigh into your mouth. She kept up kissing you, though, knowing if he broke away you’d start the whole teasing process over. Her hands went to your neck, holding either side before one drifted down. She squeezed your tit, gaining a moan from you.
Your fingers lightly pinched her nipple, rolling the bud between your fingers and making her shudder.
She brought her other hand to your other tit, squeezing and beginning to knead the soft tissue in her hands.
She always got caught up in your breasts, paying extra attention to them and leaving you soaked by the time she decided she was done indulging herself. You didn’t complain, though. It made her even more aroused, playing with and fondling your tits while she moaned in your mouth just from that.
Your free hand trailed down her torso, stopping at her lower belly and tracing lazy shapes on the area to make her hips twitch.
“Yeah?” You hummed against her lips, nearly making her whine. “I don’t even have to bother with all this teasing, do I?”
“Never do,” she muttered, words damn near pathetic and making you smile against her lips as she went red. “Fuck,” she breathed into the kiss, slowly getting more embarrassed. “Didn’t mean to say that.”
You laughed. “It’s true, though, sweetheart… Isn’t it?” She immediately responded with a nod, letting you know you were already starting to get her into a submissive state.
You brought your mouth away from hers. She tried to follow you, making you bring your hand to her shoulder to push her down. You brought your mouth to her chest, sucking faint bruises on her skin and lowering them until you reached her breasts. Your tongue slid out as your hand smoothed over her abs, wetting her nipple and making her groan as her hips squirmed.
Your tongue circled her nipple, her hips squirming as she groaned. Her hands roamed your body, trying to distract herself with how worked up she was getting from almost nothing.
You took her nipple between your teeth, rolling gently. She sucked in a breath, but the slight pain made her even more aroused as you licked over the hardened bud. Small kitten licks were enough to get her whining and parting her legs for you, telling you what she wanted and where.
You didn’t respond to her request, only moved to kneel between her legs as you continued to toy with her breasts, licking and sucking to make her even more aroused.
“Baby, please,” she sighed out as your mouth went back to her neck, refusing to touch her anywhere below her belly button and making her go crazy. “Down,” she said, not having the composure to speak properly.
“Down?” You lifted your head, false confusion knitting your brows together. “Down here?” Your hand drifted to her abdomen.
“Lower.”
“Here?” To her lower stomach, you pressed down gently, massaging the area and gaining a moan from her. “Is that right?”
“Lower, baby. Please.”
“Lower…” You looked down, moving your hand to her hip and gaining a frustrated groan. “Not here, then?” You moved your hand to her thigh. “Is this better?”
“Stop it,” she was getting frustrated with you, face reddening and making you chuckle.
“Don’t start acting like a brat, Ellie. I’ll start this over.”
“No, no, no. I’m sorry— fuck— I, just, baby,” she whined, groaning as your fingers stroked her inner thigh. “Baby, I need you so bad.”
“Mhm…” You rocked your hips into hers. “Is that good enough for now?” She nodded eagerly, satisfied with whatever she could get. Especially if it was tribbing. You hummed, gripping her thigh to pull her closer as you ground your hips down on hers. She cursed, moaning as her hands reached up to take your face between them and pull you down. Her lips met yours in a desperate kiss, her mouth sloppy as she moaned into yours.
Your hands went to her breasts, kneading them softly.
When she ground her hips up, you stopped rocking into her, moving back where you were outside her legs, and making her whine. You grabbed her thigh harshly when she tried to squeeze them together, pressing them open so you could bring your hand between them.
Your hand cupped her pussy, still not giving her what she wanted as you palmed her slowly.
She knew, in the end, all this teasing would be worth the orgasm that came out of it, but it was still frustrating in the moment; frustrating enough to make her curse at you.
“Fucking touch me,” she gritted, reaching down to grab your hand.
“Don’t start this,” was all you had to say to get her to drop her hands to her sides, but that didn’t stop her mouth.
“You’re so fucking—“ You cut her off with a harsh slap on her cunt, making her eyes roll back as she moaned.
Yes, she was often on top, and sure, she could be dominant— but that certainly didn’t mean she could disrespect you when she practically begged you to fuck her tonight.
“What was that?” You asked, free hand going to her cheek to drag the backs of your fingers down. “You had something to say, no?” She shook her head. “Good.” As a reward, your fingers began to slowly circle her clit, making her sigh a moan as her eyes fluttered shut. “So beautiful…” You kissed her cheek as your hand went to her chest, feeling her heart quicken as you held her down, stopping her from leaning up to kiss you. “My pretty girl.”
Her hands reached for your waist, attempting to pull you down so she could get her mouth on yours, but you refused to satisfy her.
Her eyes met yours, expression practically begging you to kiss her, but you only sped up the pace of your fingers to get her to keep moaning.
“I don’t wanna kiss you when you’re like this, baby,” you cooed when she tried to pull you down again. You knew she was just getting more submissive, which also meant more self conscious at times. “You sound too pretty.” You kissed the corner of her lips and she turned her head, but you instead moved your mouth to her neck as you ran your fingers down her slit, feeling her tighten around nothing. You hummed a laugh, gently circling your finger around her hole and making her shudder. “What do you want, baby?” She groaned, shaking her head and refusing to answer. “You want me here?” You pressed the tip of your finger into her, waiting for a response.
“Need you,” was her whimper of a response, making you immediately give her what she wanted— no, needed.
She moaned, hips bucking up and pushing your finger deeper inside her.
If there was one thing you loved about sex with Ellie, it was that no matter how mouthy she started out; cursing, teasing, or flat out mocking you, she always ended up hardly able to speak, whining and moaning as she used her hands to grip, push, and pull at you to try and communicate what she wanted.
You easily fit two more fingers inside her, stretching her cunt and making her grip your arm as she moaned.
It wasn’t long before she was unraveling beneath you. You’d brought your mouth down to her dripping pussy when she finally got the courage to ask you. All you had to do was suck her clit into your mouth and she was cumming all over your fingers. You froze, eyes wide as she did the same after clasping her hand over her mouth, realizing what she’d done after she came down from her high.
“Fuck.” She sat up quickly. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” You looked up at her with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, her chest red and heaving. Her skin was clammy, face pink, lips swollen and red, and eyes so dark from dilated pupils that you’d think she was on something.
You pulled your fingers from her, her breath hitching as you looked down at your hand covered in her orgasm. You were still slightly stunned as you wiped your mouth with your other hand, sucking your finger to taste her.
“Keep going if you want to, I— Mm…” You cut her off with your fingers in her mouth, forcing her arousal down her throat and making her moan as she met your eyes.
“You wanna keep going?” She nodded as she took your hand, diligently cleaning your fingers and swallowing down her own orgasm. You grinned, watching as she set your hand aside. She wasn’t sure what to do until you leaned in, pecking her lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” you laughed out against her lips. “Fuck, I wish I could do it again.” You spoke between kisses, pecking her mouth eagerly as you laid her back down. “Made me so fucking wet, oh my God,” you kept going, making her laugh as she tried to keep up with your enthusiastic kisses.
“Can I help?” She asked eagerly, still flustered and pulling away from your kisses to run her hands up and down the curve of your waist. “I’ll do good…” She trailed off as her eyes fell to your breasts and then between your thighs. “So fucking good.”
You hummed, nodding along to her mumbling with a laugh. “Lie down.” She frowned. “Just trust me. Lie down.” She did as told, lying back on the pillows.
You moved from between her thighs, moving up to her head and looking down at her. She could hardly contain her excitement, hands reaching for you as you swung your leg over her face.
Her hands immediately gripped your thighs, pulling you down on her face and practically suffocating herself as her tongue licked up your folds.
You couldn’t get a word out before she was making you moan with every breath, her tongue rubbing roughly against your clit and prodding at your entrance each time she lapped up your juices. Her grip on your thighs was so strong it was bruising you, but it only aided in your pleasure as she indulged herself in you.
“Fuck, Ellie,” you moaned as you brought your hands to her hair, gripping it harshly and making her moan against you. Your hips rose and she immediately pulled you back down, working her tongue even harder and making you whine as your stomach fluttered.
Ellie knew you liked to be taken care of, she knew how turned on you got, and she knew you melted in her touch as soon as you made her cum, becoming a whiny, soaking mess the minute you could relax from the dominating position you took and let yourself be pleasured.
And once she finished, she was completely done being submissive, taking on a caring role and tending to your needs… Over, and over, and over again until the night ended with you being the submissive one.
You didn’t mind, nor did you care. Not when she was so rapt in you that she’d completely forgotten about what happened before you got in bed.
Ellie’s only focus, now that you’d done what she needed and wiped her brain of earlier, was you. She knew you crumbled when she touched you, so she used that to her advantage.
She’d fuck you all night long if she needed wanted to.
When you came on her tongue, she didn’t bother stopping. She pulled you forward, turning to the side and forcing you to lie on your back as she moved to kneel between your legs, not once bringing her mouth away from your cunt as she held your thighs in place.
You whined, moans loud and crying as you pushed her head away. She grabbed your hands, interlacing your fingers and continuing with her ministrations on your cunt.
“Ellie, Ellie, please…” Her name was a chant falling from your lips as you begged. What for? You didn’t even know. You didn’t want her to stop; it felt too good, but you were also so overstimulated that you couldn’t control your hips squirming.
Orgasm after orgasm raked over your body as the hours passed, your body becoming putty in Ellie’s hands as your eyes rolled back and muscles twitched in pleasure.
She finally pulled back when your moans were quiet and legs shaking, breathing heavy as she licked her lips. Her eyes were locked on your swollen, red cunt, still dark with lust as she forced herself to leave you alone.
“Fuck,” she muttered as she looked up at you, breaths panting, skin flushed, and pupils blown wide. “You’re so fucking pretty… I want—“
“No more,” you forced out in a breath as she lied her head on your inner thigh, stroking your hot skin with her hands.
She pouted, turning her head to kiss your thigh. “Please?”
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𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ perv!huening kai
mdni 18+ only!
⋆ pairing: bobarista!kai & bobarista f!reader
⋆ summary: your shy and unbearably handsome new co-worker seemed normal. that is, until you catch him peeking through the back door to watch you change.
⋆ genre/themes/warnings: pervy!kai, no strong dom/sub themes, semi-public masturbation (m), getting caught (?)
⋆ word count: 1.7k
a/n: ITS TIME HE IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE. might do a pt 2 cuz im not very satisfied w this and i need them to fuck JDKDJF 😭 tysm to @boba-beom for helping me brainstorm <333 enjoy :3
kai never meant to keep this habit up.
the first time was an accident. it was the one time you both were doing the closing shift, and like the nice boy he is, he let you get changed out of your work clothes first.
by the time he finished, you still weren’t out to greet him by the counter. kai decided, he’ll just take a slight peep at the back since he needed to discard his apron and hang it up anyway. it’s like the universe set the pieces perfectly in front of him, because the locker room door seemed to creak softly until an opening formed.
there’s been a number of times where he’s tried to make his broad frame smaller, curling behind the wall while watching you take off your shirt, memorising the colours and patterns of your underwear. kai could probably recite it the same way he does the boba shop’s menu – probably even better. it’s no wonder that you’re the first thing on his mind when his fist closes in on his length, and the last when he’s hiccuping your name while spilling for the third time every other night. the guilt only catches up to him when he feels the slimy ooze of his cum sliding down his stomach, wincing at the feeling.
he says this each time, something along the lines of, “i just passed by!” or “the door was open anyway…” to his own conscience. he knows you’re not hearing anything he says to justify why he starts to stay outside the locker room five minutes longer, ten minutes more — why he urges you to change clothes first, and why he keeps signing up for shifts that line up with yours.
at first, you thought kai’s constant efforts of being around you while blushing and barely being able to look at you was a small crush. something that dissipates once you undergo the weekend rushes, but kai continues his advances.
he makes you your favourite bubble tea and watches intently as your lips latch onto the thick straw then suction out the pearls. he helps you arrange boxes of ingredients when you can’t reach the tallest shelf, always hovering behind you and says he’s just “making himself useful.”
what you don’t know is that he’s grown an odd liking to watching your lips plump up against the roundness of the straw, fueling his feverish dreams of having you on your knees and doing the same to his cock. you don’t know that when he offers to ‘make himself useful’, he’s often thinking with his dick. he’s dazed by the delicious view of your skirt riding up, inwardly cheering when he catches a glimpse of where your thigh high socks squeeze the fat of your thigh.
on other days, he goes mad from seeing your shitty tights rip from the smallest movements. he pictures ruining them entirely, your face pressed against the very same lockers where he watches you undress.
the first time the bells started to ring in your head that kai may not be as innocent as you think, you’re just a bit shocked.
you recall the door being slightly ajar, and in hopes that your co-worker was still at front, you slung your bag over and went out, only to be greeted by kai’s blushing face and obvious boner. your eyes met for a brief moment, and while you expected some sort of explanation, kai only flashed an awkward smile like always and walked past you.
“s-see you tomorrow, yn.” he said, as if the huge elephant in the room wasn’t ghosting over your skin as he made his way into the locker room. if you hadn’t looked down, you would have thought you just caught kai in his natural state – flushed pink and too shy for his own good. but that definitely changed your mind.
so, you decided to run a few experiments to test your hypothesis.
the next few weeks consist of essentially testing your potentially perverted co-worker. it should be a harder pill to swallow, finding out kai had been watching your half-naked body for a good ten minutes per day. yet, you find yourself taking pride in the way you make kai act. you don’t bother to check if the door closes fully behind you each time you go change.
kai’s on his first toilet break of the day. he blames you and your choice of outfit. lately, you’ve been coming in in mini skirts and thigh highs, and today, you’re in one of his favourite pleated skirts and another one of your flimsy tights.
he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because on restock day, you’re typically grumpy and wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. but just the other day, you were fishing out the packets of pearls from the delivery, bent over with your cute, strawberry-printed panties immediately drawing out a “g-gonna take a break real quick!” from kai.
as if masturbating to you in the privacy of his bedroom wasn’t enough, he’s developed a sick routine of jerking off in the unkempt staff toilet. kai spends more of his lunch hours with his hands enveloping his cock at the thought of you than actually taking a break.
when it’s time for you to leave, your normal routine ensues. you go into the locker room with kai not-so-discreetly following behind, acting as if he’s double checking if the stock in the back is the right amount.
today though, kai doesn’t know what overcomes him. maybe it was the fact that you wore a matching set; pretty pink lace adorning your skin, holding you in places he wishes he could get his filthy hands on. maybe it’s the fact that you’re half-naked for a good five minutes, distracted on your phone to even proceed switching to a comfy sweatshirt.
within those five minutes, kai’s palming himself over the thick material of his jeans.
in the next two, he’s fumbling over the zipper and hastily unhooking the button. his cock is very obviously staining his briefs, leaking profusely and begging to be freed.
kai is quick to fall prey to his urges; what really does it for him is the way you bend over to pick up something that fell to the floor. he doesn’t notice nor care what it is. it’s tunnel vision from here on out, eyes trained on the plushness of your ass, deliciously cradled by your panties and pushed out for his viewing.
his mind is overtaken by obscenities. everything from smothering his face in your cunt to your knees faltering from how he’s made you cum.
he pictures his leaking tip soiling the crotch of your panties, imagining how he’d rut in and out between your thighs, like some makeshift fleshlight, before pulling your underwear off. his eyebrows scrunch at the thought of your skin covered in streaks of white. he thinks that you’d look up at him with wide eyes that ask for “one more?” even when he’s given you his load over and over, grunts morphing to sensitive whimpers.
kai’s body is on overdrive; eyes threatening to shut as his mind drifts into familiar territory but not wanting to miss the sight in front of him. his teeth are digging into his bottom lip to the point of tasting blood, while his arms are starting to give out from the speed he’s stroking himself at.
when you finally snap out of your phone break, kai takes it as a sign to speed up more than he already is. his hips chase after his tight fist, desperate to finish before you find out about his little secret. his stomach caves from the spike of euphoria until it peaks and he can’t stop himself from shooting out ribbons of his cum, his bottom lip surely taking a cut from how hard his canines have sunk into the skin.
he finally releases his bottom lip and takes a quick breather, cautious about whether you’ve put your clothes on. kai scrambles to rip a tissue roll to wipe the floor when he sees you absentmindedly smiling at your phone and walking towards the door.
he leaps into the staff toilet in a rush, just before you step out of the locker room.
you’re still on your phone when you move to the front of the shop, waiting on kai before taking your leave. glancing up at the toilet door from where you’re seated, you stifle a laugh as you think back on the delectable view you caught a peek at earlier. you shake your head at your co-worker’s antics, finding it a mix of silly, pathetically weird and also… sexy? hot?
kai makes an entrance with his apron snug against his body. you try to hold back a full-blown laugh and settle for a polite smile instead, waving your hand at him. “i’m gonna head out now– oh, wait,” your eyebrows knit together upon seeing the fresh tear on his lip.
you rush to his side, pressing your chest against him as your hands reach out to his face. your thumb rests on his bottom lip but you can feel his cheeks heat up against your other fingers. you know what you’re doing, and kai knows that you do. he’s thanking his self from five minutes ago for putting on this apron, because if not, you’d be stuck feeling his awakening hard on again.
“did you get hurt today? i didn’t see this earlier.” you frown, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip. he winces slightly, trying to pull away. a breath is stuck in his throat, the closeness rendering him to just a couple of meek nods or shakes of his head.
kai finally manages to get you back in your space. he shakes his head, “o-oh.. yeah! just– just cut my lip while eating earlier..?”
“be careful next time, yeah?” you chuckle, playfully bumping into him with your hip. “that face is our best seller!”
he laughs nervously, “that’s all you..!”
you’re leaning towards him again, coy with your hands folded behind your back. just enough to have him hitching his breath and anticipating more, but not so much to touch him.
you smile mischievously, hinting at what you just saw earlier. “both of us then? we put on a good show, hm?”
he gulps, “uh– no, you’re definitely much better.”
“i dunno,” you tease, finger tapping your lip almost mockingly as if pondering. “you’re a quick thinker.”
oh shit. you knew.
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♡ SPILLED OUT WORDS - FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
WARNINGS: fluff, gn!reader
WORD COUNT: 777
NOTES: thank you so much for this request! i hope it’s what you wanted and sorry for the wait <333
fushiguro megumi has always hated seeing other boys flirt with you. the urge to punch all of them right in the face has been gnawing at him, but he has always succeeded to stop himself before ruining someone’s face, and possibly your friendship.
sometimes, megumi wishes he could shut his feelings down, because why would he fall in love with his best friend out of all people? why you? well, he understands why he fell in love with you because what is there not to love about the person who’s been making him smile since you were both seven years old?
the two of you practically live at each other’s houses. studying together, playing games together, napping together, crying together, eating together. you do everything with the other party, always making sure the other one is okay and putting smiles on each other’s faces.
that is something megumi would never want to ruin, but his feelings for you are becoming too much. every time he sees you, his heart aches. it aches for your heart. it needs you to know of his love, but how would he ever be able to admit his feelings after such a long time?
he can’t help himself from having to take deep breaths because his heart always tends to beat quicker with you close by. how can he keep going like this for many years to come? maybe it’s better to just get those feelings out? maybe your friendship has already been ruined because of his never ending feelings.
“you’re staring ‘gumi, what’s wrong?” that nickname, he can almost swear that he’s most likely blushing like crazy right now. it’s a name you’ve called him since you two first got to know each other but a name that has only began to melt his heart for the past couple of years.
the two of you are sitting on the couch in his dorm, watching a tv-show together that you’ve both found to like, but megumi can barely focus on it as his mind is caught by you.
“oh, no nothing, i’m fine,” he mutters, trying to avoid your gaze by quickly looking away and staring right at the tv-screen.
you tilt your head to the side. “come on, there’s always something going on when you’re staring. do you want to tell me something? don’t you like this show anymore? we could change-“
“no, i’m fine. stop thinking you know everything about me,” he interrupts, taking you aback as his tone is different from just seconds ago.
he lets out a sigh and leans against the cushion, hiding his face in his hands. “i’m sorry, i just can’t-“ he stops himself from speaking any further, but you want to hear more, raising a brow and shuffling slightly closer to him. “what? you can’t what?”
megumi avoids your gaze, not wanting to look you in the eyes as he opens his mouth to speak the words that’s been on the tip of his tongue for years. “i like you, i have for years, i can’t just pretend like it’s nothing,” he finally admits.
in all honesty, he had thought of this scenario at least a thousand times in his head and he couldn’t help but expect a more dramatic confession, but he’s never really been like that. if anything, he prefers it to be like this, where it’s just the two of you alone, but maybe he’s fucked everything up now. perhaps this will be it for your years of friendship.
“‘gumi….” you finally speak as megumi is making himself ready to bolt out the front door and never see your face again, but he’s quickly stopped as you continue to talk. “if you would’ve told me earlier, we would have probably been a couple for years now.”
he finally looks towards you with wide eyes as there’s a smile playing on your lips. “i really really like you too,” that’s all he needs to hear to breathe out in relief.
for a while, the two of you just look at each other in silence before you all of a sudden wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug. megumi chuckles lightly and puts his arms around your middle as you cuddle up on the couch, holding onto each other. “how long have you been feeling the same?” megumi asks as you bury your face into the crook of his neck.
“since we were kids,” you mumble as he pulls you closer to him, like it’s the most natural thing he’s ever done. “guess we’ll have to make up for all those years we didn’t tell each other then…”
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Can you please do after care where gavi was a little bit too rough on the reader but after he takes care of her<333
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His turn
You woke up with unimaginable sores from your hips all the way down your legs. Last night was certainly something else, but it left you a lot less capable to properly do something today.
"Mierda!" you groaned trying to move your legs that ached and Pablo stirred waking up himself and smirking towards your gorgeous face.
"Good morning, nena.." his morning voice was you sure kryptonite as you felt goosebump's moving down your spine and your cheeks turn a bright tint of pink. No matter how many times you sleep with Pablo, you will always get nervous around him like this..you can't help yourself!!
"Morning Pablito.." you fake a smile moving closer and touching his face while his eyes closed once more as he puckered his lips waiting for a kiss you happily obliged.
"Hmm..you get me for another day nena. You ready for our second date??" he said and you felt horrible that you really just wanted to stay in bed and recover so you faked being alright like usual.
"Umm..s..sure..what do you want to do??" you asked praying he says just being lazy at home but you knew Pablo isn't the guy to stay in one place for long. He needs to be in constant movement, that's why he's such a good footballer.
"We can walk around that park you like so much? Maybe get some ice cream?" he said but all that you heard is 'walking' which you knew would be a mission impossible in your current case. But you were too embarrassed to tell him anything :/
Just imagine..sorry Pablo, but you fucked me so good last night that I can't stand up right now..yeah you were too shy to say that!!
"Umm..w..walking..with this weather??" you quickly changed the subject from the real reason you dreaded getting out of this bed right now.
"It's not too cold, besides I am always the one who is freezing" he chuckled tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear and noticed your face dropping as if you were unsure of how to tell him something important. He knew you too well to let this go..
"Is something wrong, nena??" he asked raising up your chin as you gulped knowing that you had to be honest when he was looking at you like that..not to mention that there is no way you can get out of this bed today!!
"Um..can we just stay in bed all day porfavor??" you ask shyly trying to avoid the reason and Pablo smiled snaking his strong arm around your waist and starting to kiss your neck passionately..yeah he definitely didn't get it!!
"I thought I really treated you last night..but if you're in the mood then I'd be happy to oblige" he smirked into your skin but you pulled away shaking your head making the boy utterly confused right now.
"Umm..it's not that..you did treat me last night..maybe a little too much..and I..can't.." you were trying to go around it but Pablo was getting only more and more confused.
"I can't feel my legs Pablo!" you spat it out finally making him chuckle and nods his head before moving back and kissing your lips lovingly.
"Aww my poor bomboncita..was I too rough with you last night amorcito??" he asked caressing your blushed cheek and you nodded moving closer to him and hiding your face into his chest.
"I liked it..a lot..but right now everything hurts Pablitoo.." you whine and he nods kissing the top of your head before pulling away to look down into your eyes.
"I'm sorry mi amor.." he said feeling bad to ever bring you pain even though it's a sweet kind of pain.
"It's alright, amor..I really enjoyed it last night..I just need a recovery session today" you say relating it to his football which made him chuckle and pull you closer kissing the top of your head.
"Hmm..for this recovery session, I promise breakfast rico..then a warm bath..then maybe a massage??" he spoke looking down at you to check if you agreed and you just smiled nodding your head at him.
"And cuddles!! Lot's of cuddles, amor.." you say and he nod holding you tight and running his hand through your hair combing it a little and massaging your scalp as a result.
"I'm gonna take good care of you amorcito mio.." he said and after a few minutes of cuddling you, he gave you your phone while leaving to the kitchen to make some breakfast.
When he came back, your stomach was growling already and your phone was long forgotten. He chuckled putting it on the bed before grabbing a toast and bringing it close to your mouth as you bit it with a smile.
"Mm..you should also eat something amor" you said but he sushed you with a kiss smiling when he saw your cheeks blushing. He loved how shy you get whenever he is intimate with you.
"Shh it's my turn amorcito..just eat and I'll get the bath ready" he said getting up and walking to the bathroom to get everything ready.
"Lista princesa??" he said and when you nodded before you could try to get up his arms were already underneath your thighs as he carried you towards the bathroom bridal style.
"I could have tried to walk amor.." you said when he made you sit inside the warm water that felt amazing!!
"You just can't relax and let someone take care of you??" he said and you chuckled while he kissed the top of your head.
"Te amo Pablitoo.." you said and he smiled nodding his head and giving you your favorite book.
"Yo te amo muchisimo mi amor..I will be back when your surprise is ready, bueno? Just relax.." he said and you smiled nodding your head and enjoying some reading while he ran to the nearby florist to grab your favorite bouquet of white orchids.
"Do you want to write something??" girl asked and Pablo was unsure of what to say especially in his messy handwriting. He nodded trying to sound poetic but ended up writing
"To his princesa from her Gavi❤️"
"Amorcito..estas lista??" he said helping you out and dressing you up in his favorite big hoodie and some sweatpants.
"I look like a boy!"you said looking at the mirror at his giant clothes covering both your feet and hands.
"Hm..you're sexy in my clothes preciosa" he said kissing your neck and making you giggle and ask for your surprise.
"Eager, aren't you??" he teased grabbing your hand as you both walked to the kitchen where the bouquet was laid on the table making you gasp and rush to look at it.
"Amor!! It's so beautiful!!" you said realizing the little not stuck on the edge. You knew your boy wasn't much of the writer but even that one sentence meant so much!!
He snuck his arms around you and hid his face int he crook on your neck while you held the card to your chest. You were even tearing up while he left soft kisses all over your skin.
"I'm so sorry I was too rough on you amor.." he said and you turned around in his arms hugging him tightly and leaving small kisses all over his neck.
"Hmm shut up and baby me Gavii!!" you said and he smirked grabbing your thighs and carrying you to the bed for cuddles for the rest of the day.
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AMORCITOO MIOO @pablogavi
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hiii
can I request sub!jk X fem!reader?
shy, nerdy jk and mean reader plss
write whatever you want as long as my baby is a subby baby plsss
thankuuuuu🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
ohh and maybe face slapping and nipple play (only if you feel comfortable and write this kind of stuff!!)
let me be good | jjk (m)
>> pairing camboy!jk x fem!reader
>> genre/au's camboy!au | best friends!au | college!au | smut | crack
>> summary a movie night between you and jungkook turns chaotic when you find out he's an active camboy.
>> word count 3.3k (i got carried away sorry) 🗿
>> warnings sub!jk | jungkook is a shy baby | jungkook has a praise kink | awkward mishaps | handjob | oral (f. receiving) | nipple play | mutual pining
>> author's note here you go anonie, i tried my best dhjkhfsd i can admit it was hard but, i hope u enjoy this filth!! thank you for requesting <333
[keep in mind that i do not have taglists for request. thank you.]
Jungkook completely forgot that you had plans tonight. Those plans are watching Iron Man 3. If Jungkook knew he would’ve never started a livestream. But he did, he had studied all day in his apartment while Taehyung was gone and he needed a release.
So, he sat at his desk, turning on the livestream while he touched himself like he always did. He never showed his face, only from his lips and down. He stroked himself with zero shame, noticing the praise he got from the comments on how pretty he sounded, how pretty his cock is and it just kept riling up.
Jungkook had a huge praise kink. He loved being told he was good at what he was doing which led him to know he was highly submissive, giving in to making his partners feel good. Or well, in this case his viewers.
He was already bucking his hips, fucking himself in his fist while light whines escaped his lips, when his phone kept blowing up.
Jungkook ignored it, too busy chasing his orgasm, but fuck he really should’ve because then he would’ve known you’re already on your way after dropping by the convenience store and buying snacks for your movie night.
Instead, Jungkook came all over his cock and thighs, trying to catch his breath before he stopped the live to clean himself up. The minute he did, the doorbell rang.
Jungkook jumped up, hurrying himself as he caught a glimpse of your messages telling him you’re a few minutes away. He internally facepalmed himself, but tried to keep calm to not give anything away when he finally had to open the door for you.
So, when he changed, he strutted to the front door, greeting you with a small smile.
You didn’t seem to notice anything, too excited to see the pretty face of Robert Downey Jr. on the big TV. Taehyung had bought it when Jungkook and him first moved in, insisting they would need it and it definitely came in handy.
Therefore, Jungkook follows you to the living room, sitting calmly beside you while you scroll to find the film.
Jungkook and you had become friends since the first semester of college. It was mostly due to Taehyung being a mutual friend but somehow, despite Jungkook being introverted and shy and you the complete opposite, you hit it right off the bat.
It was mostly Marvel and Overwatch you talked about for hours, but Jungkook loved how someone seemed to share his interests. You had never made him feel bad for not being as talkative and social as you, which made Jungkook extremely comfortable in your presence.
The connection between you two did lead to a tiny crush from Jungkook’s side. After all, he didn't know many people, and especially women so for you to be in his presence more often than Taehyung sparked that crush easily. He knew he never had a shot. How could he when so many spoke of you? Wanting to become a close friend of yours? He understood it. You were always so easy to talk to, helping out anyone that was in need and made everyone around you feel comfortable. You were definitely popular. Jungkook had told you multiple times but you always shrugged him off, saying it didn’t matter.
“It’s weird seeing him after watching Infinity War.” You admit, catching Jungkook out of his thoughts. He hummed in agreement.
Halfway through the film, you had already eaten half of the snacks when your phone pinged. You let the film roll, checking your phone while Jungkook reached for some more popcorn.
“Shit. Jungkook, can I borrow your laptop? I forgot to send an important email to Namjoon.” You plea, eyes crinkling due to the sudden wave of stress you’re hit with.
“Sure. Just remember to log out.” With that, you got up from the couch, walking to Jungkook’s room while he continued to watch the TV.
It had gotten quiet, Jungkook wondering what’s taking so long so he got up, walking to his room when his whole body froze.
There you were, standing still with your mouth hanging open, watching the open tab that Jungkook used for his streams.
Fuck the fucking duck!
“Oh! Jungkook… I—“ You were a stuttering mess, something Jungkook had never seen in those few years he’s gotten to know you. This was bad. This was the fucking worst. Jungkook began to internally panic, unsure what to say. Does he brush it off? Does he confront it? What the fuck does he do? This is the nightmare for every introvert that’s caught doing something that no one could ever guess that they did.
“I’m sorry, you don’t have to explain anything. I should’ve just gone out of it and—“ You covered your face in your hands, panicking yourself while you moved your gaze from the computer to the floor of Jungkook’s bedroom.
Jungkook still didn’t say anything. He had never been in such a situation.
“I’ll just send that email and we can go back to Iron Man.” You smile gently, trying to ease down the awkwardness and overall embarrassment from the situation.
Jungkook found himself nodding to your words, scrambling back to the couch while screaming internally. A bad habit he had caught ever since he was little was overthinking. So that’s what his mind did out of instinct. He thought of every possible scenario of what you could be thinking in this exact moment.
How come he’s one of the smartest people from his class and let such a thing happen?! Everything could’ve been avoided if he just closed down the tab like a normal person and—
Jungkook’s thoughts stopped running when you walked back to your seat on the couch. You smiled once more, going back to give your attention to the movie. Something was itching in the pit of Jungkook’s stomach. He wanted to say something, anything but he knew himself and that task seemed impossible.
The movie was coming to an end and Jungkook’s brain kept nagging uncomfortably at him. He wasn’t even certain what would help in this situation. Talking about it seemed out of the question and Jungkook would probably not even be able to blurt out a reason behind him being an active camboy. Especially not in front of the girl he’s been crushing on for months.
“Jungkook… should we talk about it? Or?” You were opening the window for a possibility to just talk it out and forget everything right after. Jungkook was still uncertain with what he needed at this very moment so instead, he shut his brain up and followed your lead.
“Maybe… I don’t know. I’m not good at… talking.” He hesitates. You turn your body towards him, trying to make him comfortable since everything just tumbled down like bricks on his head.
“That’s okay, Jungkook.” You began fiddling with the blanket wrapped around you. “I guess I’ll start to make this easier. Well for starters, I’ll admit that the reason I got so flustered wasn’t because I found out you’re a camboy.”
You sigh loudly, covering your face with his blanket when you mumble something. Jungkook isn’t able to hear anything, unsure if he should ask you to repeat yourself or not.
Fuck it.
“What?”
You remove the blanket, “I got flustered because I’ve been watching your content, without knowing it’s you and now that I know I just—“
Jungkook chokes on his own spit by the confession. You? You watched his livestreams? No. There’s absolutely no way…
“So yeah, that’s why I acted like I did and I’m so sorry. Fuck, actually should we just move on from this? Let this stay between us?” You seem to regret ever bringing this up, Jungkook figures because he hasn’t exactly responded to what you said.
“No.” Jungkook says before thinking.
Your lips seal shut, surprised to hear something from Jungkook.
“I mean…” Jungkook coughs, feeling his throat turn dry. “I just never expected for you to watch my content and—“ It suddenly reminds Jungkook that you have seen him naked. You’ve seen him with his thighs spread, touching himself shamelessly while showering his cock and hands with his cum. Oh god Jungkook might actually just get up and put on his running shoes.
“Yeah.” You mumble under your breath, afraid to look at him while you talk about such a topic.
“You’ve seen me— fuck!” Jungkook groans, pulling his hood up from his hoodie, mind spiraling.
“It’s okay Jungkook! Your content is amazing, don’t worry.” You say to make him feel better but immediately regret it because then you started to apologize.
“Shit. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that—“
“Y-you think it’s good?” Jungkook doesn’t even know what he’s saying right now. Right now his brain is just focused on you calling his content amazing. You of all people think him touching himself is amazing. What the actual fuck?!
“It’s very good.” You seem less tense now, following his lead regarding the conversation.
“What’s—“ Jungkook clears his throat. “What’s good about it?” Jungkook cringes at himself for asking such a question. He can’t even believe he let it slip.
You seem surprised by the question, but it doesn’t seem to bother you to answer it. “You sound really pretty.” Jungkook had never expected for you to be this honest, this precise. It makes Jungkook feel all kinds of things and his body begins to grow hot.
“Thank you.” Jungkook still can’t look you in the eyes. Needing a solid hour to process everything that has happened in the spawn of a few minutes.
The conversation stops at that. You both go back to watching the last five minutes and when the credits start to roll you notify Jungkook that you’ll go home. Jungkook’s heart drops, feeling stupid for letting himself enjoy the earlier comment from you but you’re right, you should go home. Both of you need to clear your heads if you want to continue a healthy friendship and forget this ever happened.
When you’re standing by the door, Jungkook gains the courage to give you a small smile.
“Let’s just forget this happened, okay?”
“Yeah.” Jungkook agrees even though a part of him doesn’t want to. He’s still uncertain why exactly.
“Goodnight, Jungkook.” You say, reaching for the doorknob.
“Goodnight.”
Just as you open the door something kicks inside of Jungkook.
“Wait.” He grabs your wrist. You turn, eyes popped open by his sudden action.
“One more question, before we forget.” Jungkook needs to ask this, he can’t let you walk out without knowing.
“Sure, go ahead.” You don’t move from his grasp and Jungkook notices.
“When you found out, what was your first thought?” Jungkook’s curiosity peaked at the thought of you being gone for too long. Something must’ve slipped your mind right?
You don’t respond immediately, taking some time to think which only kicks some uncomfortable nerves inside of Jungkook.
“That I couldn’t believe the guy I was crushing on was also the one I got myself off too.” Jungkook doesn’t even have time to respond before you start to laugh, probably still in shock of what just happened.
“Anyways.” You say to brush off the confession that you like Jungkook.
Jungkook blames it on everything that has happened with what he does next. There’s no other explanation for it.
He steps closer to you, letting your chests brush up against each other when he whispers, “I like you too.”
You blink twice before you push yourself forward, kissing Jungkook. He notices how soft your lips feel for a second before you’re already pulling away.
“Sorry— I shouldn’t have.” You don’t sound regretful, just in shock that you let yourself kiss him with no warning.
Jungkook can’t exactly think, but there is one thing he wants. He wants to keep kissing you, so he does, pulling himself in again and letting his lips brush above yours before diving in.
This time there’s a lot more movement. Your lips move in sync as your tongue probs itself in his mouth, teasing him. Jungkook tries not to moan at the taste of you, a taste he’s been aching for. You shift, letting your hands roam on Jungkook’s back as you clutch yourself tighter around his form. Jungkook gasps inside your mouth when he notices how close you are and how delicately you’re touching him.
Jungkook gains the courage to put his hands on your waist, letting himself feel and admire your form.
It’s not that Jungkook had expected it, but somehow the make out session had lead to you both dragging yourselves to his bedroom, eager to do more than just kissing. Jungkook is definitely not complaining and especially not when he gets to feel you straddle his lap, tucking at the ends of his t-shirt in desperation.
This might likely be a dream, maybe Jungkook fell asleep on the couch after you left. He wouldn’t be surprised if he woke up in the next thirty seconds, drool on his pillowcase and you nowhere in sight.
The moment you grind down your hips on Jungkook’s already hard cock is when Jungkook knows this is real. Yeah. This is definitely fucking real and you like him. You of all people, Jungkook swears he could float on a pink sky right now.
Too focused on how good you feel on top of him, Jungkook doesn’t notice how worked up you’re getting by just a silly make out sesh. He’s fucking going crazy, too absorbed by feeling of your lips to do something. He just wants to be good for you. Wants to please you perfectly, make you feel so fucking good.
“You wanna do this?” You ask, fiddling with the hem of his shirt while nibbling on your bottom lip.
“Yeah.” Jungkook breathes out with no doubts. He can’t let this chance slip.
With the confirmation, you take the chance to pull Jungkook’s shirt upwards. When the shirt lands on the ground, you push him down, kissing him on his neck. The feeling of your wet tongue circling on his soft skin causes Jungkook to moan. He stretches his neck out of reflex, letting you mark him as you please.
“Fuck you sound even prettier in real life.” You mumble against his skin, moving further down. Jungkook grows goosebumps by the comment, a reminder that you’ve already heard him, seen him.
Jungkook lifts his head, wanting to watch you roll your tongue all over him. It’s then that he catches you licking softly on his nipples. Jungkook whines by the contact, due to him being extremely sensitive. You take notice of how he reacts, continuing by sucking down as your other hand perks it in between your fingers.
“Ah—“ Jungkook thinks he might cum in his pants if you continue.
Instead, you move further down, trailing your mouth on his abs and abdomen. Jungkook supports himself on both elbows, never growing tired of the sight of you worshiping his body with your tongue.
You don’t take your time, unbuckling his belt quickly, too eager to see his cock in real life, after watching it for months on camera.
The expression of your face is unreal when you first catch a glimpse of it. Your mouth has dropped, eyes not blinking once.
“Shit.” You grab a hold of the base, feeling the soft skin against your palm and Jungkook bucks into your hand out of instinct. You gasp by the sudden action, seeming to love how desperate he is. Jungkook almost felt shame for searching contact so fast but you seem to fucking love it.
You move upwards, kissing him again while your hand begins to stroke him. Jungkook has trouble kissing back, overwhelmed by the feeling. His half parted lips are coated in your spit, flushed red.
The slick sounds from your movements fill the room, along with the small tiny pants from Jungkook. You’re smirking against his lips, never stopping, squeezing by the tip whenever your hand moves upwards.
“Wanna hear you, Jungkook.” You breathe out. Jungkook obeys, not holding back on his sweet sounds that you’ve grown to love.
You cradle his face, admiring how his eyes are shut, mouth agape. Jungkook knows he probably looks fucked out already, and you’ve only touched him for a few minutes.
While you continue to jerk him off, you move your mouth to his nipples again, playing and licking them. Jungkook shuffles beneath you, the sensation growing more.
When you bite down on his bud, Jungkook arches his back whining uncontrollably. He knows he’s close and you’re not thinking of stopping, so Jungkook figures you’re expecting for him to finish all over your hand.
“You’re doing so well baby. That’s it.” You guide him through his nearing orgasm, nuzzling your nose against his soft skin.
The nickname sets something off in Jungkook, making him tense, letting out a panted out whine while you grip the base softly. Jungkook’s cock starts to twitch, a signal he’s close and you pick up the signal, going back to kissing him.
Jungkook’s moans are muffled by your tongue, and before he knows it, his hips stutter, releasing all over your hand. You jerk him off slowly, letting him ride out his orgasm while you praise him for being so good.
When he’s finally caught his breath again, you remove your hand, stuffing your fingers in your mouth, tasting him so shamelessly.
Jungkook thinks he might get hard again by just seeing that.
You don’t speak to one another, only embracing each other tightly. The moment makes Jungkook think back to his dumb decision from earlier. But then again, if he hadn’t been a bit stupid for once, he would’ve never had you in his arms at this very moment.
It’s a win for him.
But somehow, Jungkook wants to please you. He wants to make you feel good after you just did. So, he doesn’t say anything, hovering above you. “Wanna make you feel good. Can I?”
You only nod, too stunned by how he still wants to do something more.
Jungkook scrambles, reaching for your pants. You help him out, lifting your hips when Jungkook grabs the waistband. You both giggle when the end of your pants gets stuck by your ankle, Jungkook struggling to pull them off. When he finally manages, he begins to pepper your thighs with kisses, inching closer to your covered core.
You hum in satisfaction, enjoying the small gestures from Jungkook. Jungkook is too eager to see you, noticing how there’s already a wet patch on your underwear. So, he pushes them to the side, landing his tongue flatly on you. It’s then that Jungkook hears you moan for the first time. You sound unreal. Jungkook tries not to let himself get affected, focusing solemnly on making you feel good instead. He dives deeper, his nose nudging on your clit while he covers your hole with his tongue. You’re soaked already, tasting like a fucking dream and Jungkook can’t seem to get enough. He’s inching his face as close as possible, wanting to taste you everywhere.
You moan again, gripping his hair harshly as he continues. Jungkook can feel himself grow hard by hearing your pleased sounds, caused by him. Jungkook sucks and licks, determined to make you finish on his tongue. You buck your hips, chasing his mouth and the feeling of his tongue. Jungkook somehow wishes you would never cum, loving to hear you like this, so fucked out and breathless.
When Jungkook sucks harshly on your clit, that’s when your back arches, coating his nose and mouth with your slick. Jungkook enjoys the feeling of you all over his face, so he doesn’t wipe it off, instead he moves upwards laying next to you.
“Holy fucking shit.” You breathe out, chest heaving. Jungkook only hums in content, proud of himself for making you feel good.
Now, it’s definitely a clear win.
© jjkeverlast 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost any of my works.]
#jungkook smut#jeon jungkook smut#bts jungkook smut#jungkook#jeon jungkook fanfic#bts fanfiction#bts fan fic#bts jungkook fic#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook x reader#bts jungkook drabble#jungkook drabble
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LOVESICK , caesar clown
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summary ; loving sex between two lovesick idiots.
warnings ; 18+ content , soft sex , fluff , gender neutral terms used , afab reader , p-in-v , established relationship , loser x slightly cooler loser
a/n ; i wasnt a fan of this guy before writing this but istg after this, i have been converted. im being so real rn writing this CHANGED me. anyways ! thank you @usopp-enjoyer for requesting this ! i had lots of fun writing it <333
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caesar clown, a well-known scientist throughout the world. he's cruel, arrogant, sinister, and evil ! a person like him deserves no love, no affection, no nothing ! and yet, there's you, who gives all of that to him. his loving, kind, and gracious partner.
you praised and pampered him, always showering him in unneeded affection, as monet says. people call you stupid, for falling for a man like that, but you don't care. if anything, he's the stupid one when it comes to you. he might be that evil man he is, but he turns into mush once confronted with you.
caesar was a fool for you, despite the genius scientist he claims to be, he can't resist you, ever. you were divine, ethereal, unreal. he couldn't believe a person so angelic would ever fall for him.
the thing is, you were the one who fell first, he just fell harder. so when he came proposing to you to be his life-long partner in crime, how could you refuse?
you both are utterly and deeply in love with each other, there's no denying it !
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sex with ceasar is slow, to his disappointment. he'd love to rush things and get his stress out, but you promise him that'll be much more refreshing if you take things slow. you're always right by the end of it, he feels much more relaxed and content, but he'd never admit it.
you both cuddle before, during, and after sex. it's an absolute need, for both caesar and you. he's a needy loser and you're a touch-starved mess, the only thing you two need is each other, always touching.
is there a top and a bottom? not really, you both just lay on your sides and begin feeling each other up. on rare occasion, you'll ride him, if he's feeling extra tired.
you do most of the work, considering how bratty caesar is. he demands to be satisfied first. you don't mind, you know he'll help you reach your release eventually. you'll be patient.
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laying in bed with caesar, your faces were mere inches away from each other, hot breath fanning each other's faces. you were sliding your cunt over his throbbing cock, coating it in your slick. he hisses, hands gripping your hips. "please- just let me stick it in you already." you chuckle, running your hand across his chest, peppering it in kisses. "can you be any more un-gentlemanly?" your hand wanders to his cock, handling it with care and guiding it towards your entrance.
you slowly begin to sink yourself onto it, throwing your head back and biting your lip. ceasar quickly kisses you, groaning at the feeling of your gummy walls clenching around him. "it's fine. fuck- put the rest in later . . ." he mumbles against your lips, hazel pupils gazing into yours lovingly. "mm . . . i can take it !" sucking up the pain, you pierce yourself on his cock, squealing at the sharp thrust ceasar gives. "shit- m'sorry!! ah- feels s'good though . . ." you huff, smiling weakly at him. you reach towards his face, kissing him again.
"gonna move . . ." you warn, before lifting yourself up and letting yourself back down, pumping his cock with your wet cunt. he grunts, his thumb rubbing circles into your hip. you continue your movement, quickly picking up a good pace. soon, squelching and skin slapping fills the room, alongside the sweet harmony of you and your husband's moaning. his thumb finds itself rubbing at your clit, making you shriek in surprise.
". . . wanna make you cum first this time- oh fuck !" you whine, capturing him back into another kiss. you both mumble incoherent things against each other's lips but it's guaranteed to be 'i love you' and lots of curses. caesar begins thrusting his hips, hoping to meet your own. you cry, throwing your head back. "no- no! wanna cum at the same time, please- my love. please, want it s'bad !" caesar nods frantically, growling in pleasure. he can hardly contain himself anymore. "fuck- m'sorry ! can't keep going, shit- i love you so much oh fuck !" luckily for him, you were just reaching your peak too.
a coil in your stomach snaps, finally releasing everything you've kept pent up and leaving you breathless. you feel your husband shake for a minute, before your filled with warm, sticky cum. you both huff, not saying a single word, before you cut through the silence with a giggle.
leaning down, you leave a chaste kiss to your lover's forehead, relishing in the way he tries to hide his lovesick smile.
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#one piece smut#op smut#smut#one piece#caesar clown#caesar clown x reader#caesar clown smut#romantic smut#soft smut#fluff#one piece fanfiction#theyre both losers sorry#punkz postz
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spicy #10 with Armin? I'm thinking reader and 'min move in together and he becomes hyperaware of the readers presence, scent, clothes etc. and it's too much for him to handle...
freaking love your blog btw<333
teehee thank u darlin!! hope u enjoy mwa
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ CRAVING YOU MDNI
░ 🐬 Armin
Armin just craves you so badly that the smallest things get him going 🤷♀️
⚠️Cws; juicy SMUT
Notes; AFAB!gn!reader
⚠️💦Smut cws; 'pretty baby' and 'darling', 🐶position + against wall + against the washing machine + against the countertop + in the shower/bath, 🐱eating + fingering, panty fucking, cumshot, jerking, unprotected sex + creampie
░ 🍒 While adding your clothes to the washing machine, he plucks your panties from the pile and stares at them. Then he calls you into the laundry room, "Y/n, could you come here for a sec, my darling. 'Need your help real quick..." you hear him almost moan behind the door.
░ 🍒 And you enter to find him fisting his needy cock with your panties wrapped around it. "C'mere, need to feel you, god damn." he blows his bangs out of his eyes, takes your hips in his hands and spins you around. He presses his tip into you, groaning into your ear at the plush sensation, and rubs back and forth against your clothed pussy until he shoots out a hot load. "I guess I'll be adding these to the washing machine..." he giggles guiltily afterwards.
░ 🍒 Even just seeing you change out of your day clothes into your pajamas drives him wild. He'll look at you needily from the bed and ask you to come over and model those clothes for him, but really he just pulls them right off and dives between your thighs.
░ 🍒 You'll just be casually gaming in the living room, relaxing, when he curls up next to you and lets out a needy groan. He inhales the scent of your shampoo and feels himself getting hard. He's rubbing against your leg in no time, looking up at you like a puppy. "Can you stroke me off, please please please?" he begs with big eyes. He visibly melts against the couch when he feels your hand wrapping around his cock. "Mmm, fuck 'm gonna cum all over your hand."
░ 🍒 Sometimes at night when he's curled up into your arms like a cute cat, he'll get achingly hard. He'll hug you real tight and press his dick against your tummy to get your attention. Sometimes he audibly whines until you help him out. He's too shy to use his words :(
░ 🍒 But you can bet he gets verbal as soon as he's sinking inside you. One second he's a cute boy curled up in bed, and the next second he's fucking you nastily until he's got you s(creaming) for him.
░ 🍒 You definitely can't get away with giving him a frisky kiss/teasing touch and then just walking away. No way, he'll whisk you right off to the bedroom before you can blink.
░ 🍒 If you're stood in the kitchen, no matter what you're doing, Armin will hug you from behind. Of course, nine times out of ten, he's rubbing his hardon into your ass. "Bend over for me, pretty baby, 'need to feel you so bad right now."
░ 🍒 Doesn't matter what clothes you're wearing, he always gets hard at the sight of you. He even gets hard to the sound of your voice. So many times you've had him laying on your lap, stroking his hair, when suddenly he asks you to spread your legs so he can eat you out.
░ 🍒 Trust that when you live with Armin, you can kiss showering/bathing alone goodbye. The second you announce that you're getting in a shower/bath, he's running out of whatever room he was in and stripping his clothes off. He loves supporting your body while you have a shaking orgasm from him fingering you 🚿or making the water spill over from fucking you too intensely🛁
░ 🍒 Honestly, if it's a weekend, he doesn't bother wearing anything underneath his sweatpants because he knows they're gonna be coming on and off too many times to bother with that.
░ 🍒 Armin's so impatient to fuck you sometimes. He pushes your panties to the side or only peels them halfway down your thighs. He forgets his condoms, ends up creaming inside you, probably pressing your body up against the wall. " 'm sorry, needed to have you, 'been so fucking horny today..." he groans, driving his soaked cock in and out of your heat like he's addicted.
#🌶️#mdni#˗ˏˋ꒰ 💌 ꒱ prompts#🐬ocean prince#armin#armin arlert#aot#snk#armin x reader#armin x y/n#snk armin#aot armin#attack on titan#aot armin arlert#armin x you#armin headcanons#armin smut#aot smut#snk smut#armin arlert smut#smut#tw smut#armin aot#gn!reader#armin x gn!reader#gender neutral reader#gn!y/n#gn reader#afab!reader#afab!y/n
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hiii could u make dwb (chris or matt which ever) where reader is drunk and Chris take care or them plsssss
( I'm a slut for being taken care of when drunk sue me😭)
armor
boyfriend! chris sturniolo x reader
warnings: reader is drunk, cursing, mention of sex
a/n: hope you like :)
based off of these texts, you can read if you want !
my mind was fuzzy, eyes unable to focus on anything. the only thing i could think about was chris.
i tapped the stranger next to me, making him turn towards me.
“my boyfriendsss comin’ to get me!” i told him, a huge smile on my face. “i’m sooooo excited to see him”
he stared at me with a weird look, “ok?” he said confused.
when he walked away, i saw the familiar fresh love logo walking towards me.
“CHRIS!!!” i yelled, starting to walk towards him, but losing my balance.
“careful ma” he said as he caught me.
“chrisss, you’re actuallyyyy wearing fresh love ! i didn’t even know !” i let out a gasp “maybe i’m a psyhcic! “ i said as my eyes lit up.
“ok baby, let me take you home”
“WOAHHHH CHRIS” i yelled.
“you tryna fuck ? shit, we can do it right hear, right now” i said as i went to pull my dress up.
“WOAH WOAH” he said, eyes wide and stopping me.
“baby, you’re so far gone right now. i’m not gonna take advantage of you, i just want to make sure you get home safe” he said.
“awww how cute” i said.
“c’mon ma” he said as he guided me outside and into the uber.
**
once we arrived at my house, he thanked our driver and helped me into my house.
he wrapped an arm around my waist as he helped me walk to my room.
he sat me down on my bed, “ i’m gonna help you get changed, ma. is that ok ?” he asked.
“mmhm” i nodded.
he pulled my heels off, placing them down on my floor. he then moved behind me, slowly unzipping my dress, careful not to snag my skin.
he pulled my dress off, and helped me to get changed into a pair of sweats.
“are you cold? want my hoodie?”
“yes please” i said, grinning up at him.
he pulled his hoodie off, putting it on me.
“ok baby, i need you to drink some water for me” he said as he passed me a bottle.
i opened the bottle and put it to my mouth, letting the cool liquid flow down my throat.
after a few sips, i put the cap on and placed it on my nightstand.
“alright, let’s get you to sleep” he said as i laid down.
he pulled my blanket over my body, and placed a kiss on my cheek.
“thank you, chris” i whispered. “you always take good care of me”
“you deserve it, ma” he said, his eyes sweeping over my face and taking in my features.
he began to walk away.
“where are you going?” i asked, peaking my head in his direction. “i want my cuddles”
the corner of his lips turned up as he started to smile, “i got you, ma”
he laid down next to me, wrapping his arms around me and placing a kiss on my shoulder.
“sweet dreams baby”
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sorry i just realized that you asked for dealer chris, hope you still like tho <333
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Description - harry is back home and home is wherever harry is
A/N - this man has my whole fucking heart! i wanted to create a montage of tiny moments that i can imagine happening whilst on tour in manchester just so i have a fic to remember my show by <333
warnings : fluff overload!!! smut (disclaimed just before it happens)
June 14th 2022
11AM - arriving on mancunian soil
It was 11 AM and you were getting off the tour bus from Glasgow.
It had been long day travelling with an early rise, but Harry and the crew needed to get to Manchester in time to set up the stage and settle into accommodation before the big day tomorrow.
You walked down the stairs of the bus after Harry, watching him silently struggle with the luggage bags because he didn’t want you carrying anything. It made you smile when his shoes touched the floor.
Because Harry was back home, baby.
Glasgow had been amazing and had really boosted Harry’s confidence for a stadium tour being a good decision. He had been terrified to go on stage the other day, but with a little push from you he was all better.
“I can’t do it, babe.” Harry sighed with frustration through another sob. He had gotten really upset and overwhelmed with the fact the first show of his tour, like all the other shows, was in a stadium.
“Yes you can!” You replied calmly. “Come sit here with me.” You patted the spot on the sofa next to you.
He was dressed in his outfit already, head to toe in a colourful combination of blue and yellow. He looked so pretty, clad with some glittery strawberries attached to his jacket - courtesy of you asking to have them added.
You were in joggers and a Love on Tour hoodie, because you had been ill this morning and couldn’t find the strength within you to get properly changed. Harry didn’t mind. If anything, he preferred you when you were dressed like this because it made cuddling so much easier.
“Will y’hold me?” He pouted, after rubbing his eyes free from tears. It made your heart sad to see him like this, but you knew just what would help him overcome this.
He came and sat next to you and you wrapped your arms around him to pull you close. He wrapped his arms around your waist and allowed his head to rest on your chest. His cheek was squished against one of your boobs and even though it was slightly uncomfortable you let him stay anyways.
“H?”
“Yeah?”
“When I was little I dreamed of a good bedtime story.” You began, listening to his breathing start to slow and his tears fade. “Unfortunately that was never on the cards for me. It can be, however, on the cards for this one.” You patted your belly lightly, knowing your baby was tucked safely away inside.
“I’m not sure I follow.” Harry said, placing his hand on top of your stomach regardless.
“I’m trying to explain that if you go on stage tonight and perform, on your own tour, in a stadium for the first time, imagine how epic that bedtime story would be.” You smiled, thinking about how Harry would be so excited taking this story in the future.
“That would be a cool story. And I do want to be a cool dad.”
You chuckled before answering. “So then go sing your heart out so you can create some amazing memories to share and pass on. Yes?”
Harry sat up, still sitting close to you. He hesitated, not knowing whether to reply first or give you a kiss but he ended up kissing you first. When it came to your lips there was no way that he could resist them - they were too soft and pretty.
“You’re pretty fucking amazing baby.”
You bumped into Harry’s body with too much force for it to not be an accident, which is why he turned around.
“Where’d y’go then?” He asked, knowing your brain had taken you to another planet momentarily.
“Just thinking about how proud I am that you’re doing all this.” Your smile beamed a thousand sunshines at him. His smile felt like more.
“Baby, I don’t particularly want to cry right now in the middle of a car park but I will if y’don’t behave yourself.” He laughed, bringing you into his side with his long arm and kissing you firmly on the top of your head.
He lead you both towards an awaiting car, which you instantly recognised as Harry’s. He loaded the suitcases in the boot and you stood around “being beautiful” as Harry called it. Jeff was also stood nearby, where another car waited for him.
“So are you going to your mums, H?” Jeff asked as Harry shut the boot.
“That’s the plan yeah. I’ll be at the stadium for around 9ish tomorrow morning, if that’s okay? Just want a night at home and I promised this one breakfast.”
He pulled you to his side, slinging an arm over your shoulder and pulling you tight against his back. You tucked your hands onto his arm that was held around your shoulders, rubbing your thumb softly over his tanned skin that was softer than a rug of velvet. He was oblivious to it, but he gently swayed you back and forth in his hold like he always does.
“Yeah no worries. Um, I think it’s going to be hot weather so just take care of yourselves. Both of you.”
“‘Course, yes.” Harry said whilst you nodded your head, knowing that you’d be in fact the one reminding Harry to keep hydrated rather than the other way around.
“Alright. See you too tomorrow. Don’t stay up too late now!” Jeff joked, walking to the drivers side of the car. Harry flipped him the bird in response.
As Harry walked you to your side of the car and opened your door for you, you couldn’t help but ask, “Gonna keep me up tonight, hm?”
“Talking to bubs and drawing patterns on y’belly with m’finger? Then yes?”
“Just as I thought.”
12PM - arriving home
“Oh shit! I forgot flowers for your mum.” You sighed.
Harry had just pulled up outside his mum’s house, leaving space on the drive in case she needed to move her car at any point.
The journey hadn’t been too long. You had thought you would need a nap, but as soon as Harry put on the ‘Beautiful World Where Are You’ book you were hooked. You’d listened to about half of it by the time you arrived and were very excited to finish it now.
“Mum doesn’t need flowers.” Harry laughed, bringing your hand that he had been holding all journey up to his lips to kiss softly.
“Every mum needs flowers, H.” You rolled your eyes.
“Noted.”
He squeezed your hand and that was the moment that you knew that your house was going to become a jungle of flora when this baby was born.
You climbed out of the car, not waiting for Harry to open the door for you - which he actually got upset about - before collecting your bags and walking up to Anne’s house. Harry already knew the front door would be open, because Anne often had so many guests coming in and out.
“Mum! I’m home!” Harry shouted through the house, hoping it would reach her.
“Oh!” You could both hear and excited squeal from somewhere within the house. “Did you bring my favourite daughter-in-law?”
“She’s your only daughter-in-law.” Harry mumbled under his breathe, to which you elbowed him in his side. He let out a groan and an angry face.
“That was for making me seem less special than I am.” You raised your eyebrows at him, moving around him to greet his mum before him.
Harry would never openly tell you this, but he actually did deserve that elbow to his ribs because what was he thinking turning you into something less special than you actually are. There was no denying you were the most precious human being in his life and he deserved any punches thrown his way to be claiming otherwise.
He smiled as he watched you and Anne go in for a bear hug, squeezing each other tightly after not seeing each other in a while. Anne often treated you like her second daughter, especially after hearing about your horrific childhood.
Harry made sure all the bags were in and the car was definitely locked, before closing the door behind him.
“And how’s my baby?” Anne asked, walking up to him and warmly kissing him on both his cheeks.
“Good. I’m doing well.” Harry nodded, smiling because he actually was happy and not putting it on.
“Have you had a haircut?” Anne asked Harry.
“Y/N/N did it for me the other day.”
Thinking back, it probably hadn’t been your greatest decision, since you were both slightly tipsy over a bottle of red wine, but he was sorted out later on and now he looked as gorgeous as always.
“Oh fuck.”
“Did y’just shave off my entire head of hair?” Harry giggled instead of being genuinely concerned.
“No. I forgot to water my cactus.”
“Who cares about y’cactus. Look after me first!” Harry was so clingy, like a small-child, when he was drunk but drunk-harry was one of your favourite genres for just that reason.
“If my cactus dies I will cut off all your hair.” You threatened him.
“And give me a buzzcut?”
“The annoying thing is you’ll probably look good with a buzzcut too.” You sighed, going back to cutting off tiny segments of hair that was too long. You weren’t a hairdresser by any remark, but Harry asked you to give him a drunk-trim and so here you were.
“Only ‘cause I’d wear it with confidence.”
“Or, just maybe, it’s because you’re hot.”
“Are y’complimenting me m’love?” Harry leaned his head back over the chair which he was sat on, because otherwise he’s too tall for you to reach.
“Only ‘cause you’re so pretty.” He hummed in appreciation and puckered his lips for you to give him a kiss. And you did.
“Good job.” Anne smiled and lead the way into the kitchen.
Before you could enter the kitchen after Anne, Harry pulled you back by the wrist and tugged you into his chest so fast that you didn’t even realise you were kissing his lips until a few seconds later. It surprised you that much that before you could get in to it, he pulled back in order to keep the PDA down to a minimum - as you liked it to be.
“What was that for?” You smiled cheekily.
“Just apologising, ‘cause y’are very special.”
5 PM - lounging around
The fire-pit was crackling away and the stars were out in their millions.
Everyone was sat outside on the garden sofas, underneath blankets and sipping glasses of wine to sounds of the soft jazz playing in the background.
Harry was sat in the corner section of the sofa, his long legs out in front of him, and you placed in between his legs and back resting against his front. You both had a blanket draped over you and Harry nursed his wine glass in one hand whilst softly tracing circles on your arm with his other. You were becoming more and more tired, but also more and more excited for tomorrow.
Gemma and Michal were over, along with Darren and Anne. It was just the closest members of the family for now and it was so lovely to chat to his family like this.
“Going to play Fine Line tomorrow H?” Michal asked, sitting close to Gemma whilst drinking a bottle of Corona instead.
“Not sure, y’know? Can’t help but think it needs to stay back in my previous era.” Harry replied, you feeling the soft vibrations from his words against your back.
“New beginnings and all that.” Darren nodded, understanding where Harry was coming from.
“Yeah.”
“Speaking of new beginnings, how’s the little one doing?” Anne asked, pouring herself another glass of red.
Harry’s hand immediately put down his own glass of wine, his priority now being on your tiny tiny baby bump. Once his attention was drawn to it, it was hard to steer him away. He loved being close to you even more now, because it meant being close to the baby.
“Good, yeah. Went to the doctors a few days ago and everything still seems good.” You nodded.
“Got an ultrasound picture an’ everything. It’s in m’wallet I’ll have to show y’later mum.” Harry’s smile beamed so bright it was close to being brighter than the fire in front of you all.
“Can’t believe I’m getting a grandchild finally.”
“I’m going to be such a good Aunt.” Gemma added and everyone agreed. “They are going to be spoilt rotten.”
“Especially since this one here is their dad,” You poked Harry on his cheek and his dimple only went wider. “Already has Alessandro and Harris on standby.”
There was no doubt that Harry was going to be the best dad to exist.
He obviously had the means to provide lovely clothes and a beautiful house and good education, but that wasn’t what was important to you. You wanted your child to grow up in a home where there was love filled every ceiling heigh and every basement low. You wanted no room to go without a smiling memory, because your child was going to have the happiest life.
Harry knew how much a good childhood upbringing meant to you and he was going to fulfil that to the best of his abilities. Heck, he didn’t know the first rule of being a dad but he sure as hell wasn’t going to quit if he face plants over the first hurdle. Harry wanted his child to be happy and loved and kind and you knew they would be.
“And your mum.” He reminded you.
“Mum is just going to knit tiny shoes and hats and mittens, whereas Harris will probably create runway inspired dresses.”
“And bub is going to look adorable in everything, especially y’mum’s knitted clothes.”
“I’ve still got all of Gem’s and H’s baby clothes if you want to have a rummage through them?” Anne asked.
“That would be amazing! Thank you.” You smiled warmly, overly excited about baby clothes now. “Now I just wish this one would come sooner.”
“Soon, m’love.” Harry kissed your forehead.
10 PM - bedtime routine
(smut after ***)
“Fuck. I’m so tired.”
Harry flopped onto the bed in just his boxers, them hanging very dangerously over his v-lines. There wasn’t a good enough word to describe how good he looked.
“We don’t have to go out for breakfast tomorrow.” You said, applying hand cream to your hands because they got dry when you were endlessly travelling.
“But I wanna take y’to this little café down the road.” He sighed, standing back up and walking into the bathroom. He pushed his hair out of his face with his hand and then used one of your headbands to keep his hair out of his face whilst he washed it.
He used some expensive looking soap and cream, but whatever it was worked beautifully because he has the most smooth and flawless skin you’d ever seen.
You put some toothpaste on your toothbrush and started brushing your teeth.
“I dwo wa yo to owerwok yosef.” You said with a mouthful of toothpaste, making Harry giggle from not understanding and causing you to obtain a toothpaste moustache.
“Whatever you say, honey.” He kissed your forehead, choosing to love on your lips later - when there’s not so much minty foam everywhere.
The two of you continued your routine together, Harry moving on to brushing his teeth as you made sure you’d used mouthwash to finish cleaning off your teeth.
Harry allowed you to apply his cream to his face, because he loved the feeling of your hands over him. He smiled when your thumbs pressed into the parts of his face that never really got touched, enjoying his free massage. You let him apply some Pleasing serum drops to your cheeks and temple, rubbing it in softly to let soak for the night.
“Y’did so well with these Pleasing products.”
“You know that I worked my hardest for it.”
“Not as hard as you had to work on grafting me after our breakup.” You teased, poking him on his side as you vacated the bathroom.
He left just after you, turning off the light and following you closely back to bed.
“Hey! Y’know I hate talking about that part of our story.” He pouted.
You both got into bed at the same time, Harry immediately cushioning you into his body. Sometimes you felt like you were his human teddy bear and all of the time you adored it. He didn’t cushion you as tightly anymore though, because he was aware of the baby inside your tummy now.
“Well it happened. And you know I forgive you. And you know that I love you.”
“Yeah, but I hate thinking back on a time when we weren’t always like this. Just doesn’t seem right.” He squeezed you a little tighter.
“Couples and relationships aren’t supposed to be stable. They are meant to have bumps and diversions, because in the end that’s what makes them stronger. Sure, we had a rough patch, but who knows if we hadn’t gone through that then would we still be about to have a baby together? Maybe not. In which case, thank you for breaking my heart when you did and thank you, also, for fixing it.”
Harry was silent and you were wondering whether he had gone to sleep, in which case what a knob. You lifted your head to see and he was staring back at you with so much love in his eyes it looked like it was ready to ooze out of him.
You smiled at him. He smiled at you.
“What?” You asked quietly, reaching a hand up to cup his cheek.
“I really need to love on y’right now, okay?” He asked and gently pushed you off of him and onto your back on the mattress.
***
“Are y’okay?” You furrowed your eyebrows with concern and he came to hover above you. He leant into your hand on his cheek and twisted his lips to the side to give you a gentle kiss to your palm.
“Just want to show y’how much I love you. Can I?”
“Of course y’can.” You smiled and leant up yourself to meet his lips with yours. It started off as a slow and loving kiss, but both of you were ready for each other - hungrily kissing each other wanting more and more.
Your lips moved in time with his and your chests met each others, your clothed top meeting his bare chest. One of his hands stayed pressed into the bed beside your head to keep him up, whilst his other cradled your jaw to keep your lips locked as closely to his as possible. He teased your mouth by biting slightly on your lower lip and you moaned in reply, allowing him to deepen his kiss and love on you more.
He moved his hand from your jaw and used it to push your body flat on the bed again, but you used your hand cupped around his neck to bring him down with you. You didn’t want a second away from his pretty lips, soft smacking sounds filling the room as you each got to taste one another. Your tongues worked against each other in a fight to see who could win.
Harry’s kisses started to move southwards.
He started kissing along your jawline, sucking on the one spot he knew made your toes curl. You moaned in delight and Harry to stop for a brief second, panting heavily as he hovered above you again.
“Y’need to be quieter baby. There’s people just down the hall. I know it feels good, but sshh.” He kissed your lips again, before you could nod.
When he moved to just above your collarbones you started to moan and whimper again and Harry knew if he wanted to carry on, which he really fucking did, then he would have to keep you quiet some other way.
He moved down your body and let the covers fall off you both, the room heating up anyway. He curled his tongue out of his mouth and bit on it slightly as he watched your body pant heavily beneath him. You looked spent already and he hadn’t even done anything. He was quick to dip his fingers in the waistband of your blue-lace panties and draw them down your legs, before coming back down to be closer to your face.
“If y’can’t keep quiet then I’m going to have to shut you up myself baby.” He said, stuffing your panties in your mouth. You rolled your eyes at how hotly he looked at you and how good it felt to have him feel against your now bare core.
He went back to kissing down your chest, over your tank top. He kissed and kissed until he decided he was too bored of the fabric covering you and instead pushed it up your chest so it exposed your perky breasts and over your arms until you were completely naked. He licked his lips quickly as he sat up on his knees to watch you below him.
Your breathing was erratic and your body was already going into overdrive.
“Fuck me, y’so pretty. Aren’t you?” He gawked at your body, licking a finger of his and then trailing it up your body, over your belly button and swirling your two nipples before finally bringing it up to your mouth. “Open.”
Your mouth complied the best it could and he stuck not one but two fingers in, pumping them in and out of your mouth as they got wetter against your dampening panties.
He took them out and went straight to your cunt, pushing both fingers inside of you slowly. Your mouth would’ve dropped open if it could, but instead your back just arched and your hands went up over your head as you tried to find something to hold on to. Luckily this bed-frame had bars at the top of the headboard, so your fists went to clench around two of them as Harry continued to pump his fingers in and out of you.
He smirked as he watched you try to hold it together.
He dipped his head down, leaving soft kisses on your belly for the little one, before giving you one last final look and then attaching his soft lips to your glisteningly wet pussy. He moaned in pure joy as he got a taste of you, sending tiny vibrations through your core and all over your body. Your held on tighter to the bars as Harry licked faster and harder, sucking all of you that he could. His fingers still pumped hard, thumbing over your clit when he pulled back from kissing it, turning you into a silent whimpering mess.
Your toes curled and back arched dramatically when you came, feeling so euphorically high. Your chest was heading as Harry rode you through your orgasm slowly, drawing out the endless pleasure. One of your hands went down to his head to try and push him away, but he was too insistent on staying attached to your cunt and licking every last drop of your release that you didn’t even love him an inch.
It was only when your body started going limp that his head sat up and looked up your body towards your face. You were a sweating mess, but looked beautiful regardless.
“M’good girl.” He smirked as he kissed your lips again sloppily, allowing you to taste what was left of you on his lips.
It was a perfect way to end your day.
•••
June 15th 2022
8 AM - breakfast date
The sun was already shining hard.
You were in a pretty white sundress and black Docs and Harry was in gym shorts and a Pleasing hoodie. You both didn’t really care to match with each other or even with the clothes you were individually wearing, because you were only on a breakfast run.
Hand in hand you walked down the road to the breakfast bar that Harry constantly loves to take you when he’s back home. One of Harry’s favourite activities is showing you around all the places he grew up in and explaining the stories that are tagged to the location.
“Y’look very pretty today.” Harry smiled at you and it smiled up at him. Just for that compliment, you leant up to give him a big kiss.
“Thank you.”
You walked a bit further before Harry got stopped by an woman.
“Harry? Is that you?” She spoke, taking her sunglasses off her eyes and up onto her forehead.
“Mrs Vernon?” Harry gasped, lifting up his own sunglasses and pulling away from you.
He went up to her and gave the woman a big hug and you stood by awkwardly smiling as you watched them greet each other. You weren’t sure who she was, but she clearly knows Harry in a way that makes her superior to him if he’s calling her by her second name. When they pulled away Harry didn’t instantly come back to your side.
“Oh, and this must be Y/N?” Mrs Vernon asked, tutting as she looked over you. You smiled at Harry nervously, but he nodded encouragingly.
The woman offered her hand out and you shook it politely.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” You spoke shyly.
“You probably don’t know me but I was Harry’s teacher when he was a crazy 4 year-old child.” She laughed and Harry did too, whilst you made an ‘oh’ noise as you came to terms with understanding their relationship.
“Crazy? No!” Harry replied sarcastically, when both he and you knew he nothing but crazy as a child.
“I cut my mums entire back lawn with scissors one time.” Harry told you in one story.
“I saw m’mum dye her hair once and I wanted to do it too. So i took m’arts and crafts green paint and used it in my hair… Let’s just say I was pretty bald after that moment in my life.” In another.
“Oh and I used to sleep with my dog in his dog basket because I was scared he would get lonely.” That story you’d grown quite fond of.
“How are you doing though?” Mrs Vernon asked, standing in a more comfortable position.
You stood a bit closer to Harry, but behind him because you were still feeling slightly shy. You used your hands to attach onto his arm and he looked down at your briefly to check that you were actually okay.
“I’m really good! I’m actually back in Manchester ‘cause I have a show tomorrow and Thursday.” He explained.
“Yeah y’mum said. I saw her in, ooh where was it, um, I think Tesco’s the other day and we got to talking about you or whatever. Anyways she ended up inviting me and managed to get me and m’friend tickets.”
“No way! That’s amazing! Which night?” Harry asked.
“Tomorrow.”
“Ah, I’ll make sure to spot you out of the crowd.” He winked and she laughed. Little did she and you both know that he would actually succeed in finding her in the crowd.
“Yes. Alright, well I better get going and leave you too to it. Lovely meeting you Y/N.”
“And you.”
After she’d hugged Harry again and wandered off does the road, Harry let out a chuckle of disbelief. It was so rare that genuine people came up to Harry for genuine purposes, so seeing his old teacher must’ve been quite humbling and gratifying.
“That was weird.” He laughed through his words.
“Really?”
“Yeah. The last time I saw her was at a parents evening!” You both laughed at that as you continued walking down the road.
“Were you a good child? Or naughty?”
“I think I was just a bit wild. Then music made me more serious, at least at the beginning. And then I met you…” He squeezed your hand.
“…And you wish you could be wild again?”
“I mean you make me feel like that anyways, but you also give me purpose and responsibility and in a way I think I want and crave that more.”
After you too blushed it out some more with your back and forth compliments, you found the breakfast place to be closed so you ended up walking back to Anne’s and ordering a Starbucks Deliveroo.
Then it was onto the stadium.
11 AM - soundcheck
Harry had never smiled this much before.
He was stood on stage in a white t-shirt and some Bode shorts, whilst sound-checking his songs in preparation for tonight. He could hear the screams of fans whilst hearing him soundcheck.
You always believed that he would come to stadiums like these and perform for thousands of people, but you never thought it was make you as emotional as this. There were no crowds right now. Just you standing in an empty stadium, watching him rehearse and feeling nothing but sheer pride.
“Can Mitch play his section of song again please?” Someone said over a microphone and Mitch could be heard jamming over the loud speakers.
“Brilliant, yeah. Now Sarah hit the bass drum please.” Loud thumping beats came from the speakers and it sent volumes of energy right through your body. If this is how you felt now, you couldn’t begin to explain how you’d feel later.
“Now Harry, let’s go for Late Night Talking.”
You had walked closer to the stage, finding yourself somewhere within the GA pit at the front and you couldn’t help but begin to dance when Harry started singing. You could hear fans screaming and starting to sing with him and it was so exhilarating.
Harry stood at his mic to sing, but you knew later he would be running up and down and left and right along the stage. Once the adrenaline kicked in for him, there was no stopping him. Without a wired mic he was unhinged. In the best way possible.
Once he finished the section he had to sing you clapped and cheered, along with the fans outside the arena too. He laughed at you and fiddled with his in-ears to keep him from blushing.
You walked closer again, finding yourself in the Kitchen pod. You stood at the barricade and pretended for a moment how it would feel to be the fan that does get Kitchen pod barricade, because that would probably be life-changing. In your honest opinion though, you can have just as much fun at the back of the stage than you can the front. Possibly even more.
Harry made sure his mic was turned off before pretending to have a fan interaction with you.
“Hi, what’s your name?” He asked, holding out the palm of his hand in your direction whilst looking at you with a dopey smile.
“Y/N!” You shouted, not knowing whether he could hear you with his in-ears in.
“Alright, alright! Bloody hell, love! Louder than me with a mic.” He joked. “Y’having a good time tonight?”
“Yes!”
“Who did y’come with tonight?” He smirked.
You looked behind him briefly to see that the band were watching you two with love hearts in their eyes. People often said that just watching you and Harry have a conversation was like watching two hearts yearn for one another. You two were ridiculously in love that people wished they had what you two have.
“My husband.”
“Your husband?” He sniffled his nose in an effort not to blatantly smile. Every time you called him your husband he would automatically blush and start grinning from ear to ear. The man was whipped. “And where is he right now?”
“He ditched me to go sing karaoke or something.” You shook your head, pretending to me disappointed.
“Karaoke?” Harry scoffed, breaking character to raise his eyebrows to the fact you’d just compared his job to karaoke. “Not heard that one before. Any particular kind of karaoke?”
“Um… Harry-oke?”
To that Harry burst out laughing and unfortunately it was at the same time the microphone was turned back on, so his laughter echoed the arena and thousands of fans could be heard cheering on the other side. You put your hand over your mouth as you tried to stifle your laughter, but it was no use.
Harry was laughing so much that his eyes started to tear up, having to cough into his arm when he overdid it on the laughing. He titled his head back whilst he stopped pacing to let out a few last chuckles, before coming to a stop and breathing calmly again.
“Babe. It wasn’t that funny.” You laughed as you shook your head over his silly antics.
“Yes it was. Y’do make me laugh good, baby!”
“Oi! Harry! Stop flirting with y’wife and start singing!” Harry got told off by one of the sound producers and he rolled his bottom lip in pretend terror.
You shook your head and remained leaning against the barrier as you watched him perform Late Night Talking again. This evening he would have to make eye contact with over 50,000 people, yet right now he was only looking at you.
6 PM - pham’s photography
It was currently golden hour.
The sun was setting behind the beautiful harrie-filled stadium and the view couldn’t be more perfect.
Harry had been getting his hair and outfit on, whilst you stood staring out across the field of people and simply thinking. It was impossible to form words about a view like this. It was impossible to form words about how proud you were of Harry. It was simply impossible to wrap your head around the fact that this was actually real.
You had been vlogging for quite a bit of the day, wanting to make sure you had good footage for these shows since they were Harry’s home shows. You were creating a ‘Love On Tour - Tour Diaries’ series on your YouTube channel and the fans were loving it so much.
It had started as a poll on your Instagram, asking whether anyone would be interested and so many people voted yes to the point where the poll was 99% yes and 1% no.
The Glasgow vlog has been a real success with thousands of positive comments still filtering in.
user1: i hope y/n posts these videos for every single tour date because they make my heart so happy
user2: the fact i feature in this vlog…. and harry might watch it I CANT BREATAHSHAJSHSHAHQ
user3: the part where harry walks in on y/n filming backstage with two cups of tea and starts talking because he doesn’t know y/ns filming… like THAT’S what he’s like behind the cameras and i will now kms
user4: y/n>>>>>>>>
user5: can harry hire y/n as his full time videographer like that would be great please and thanks
You smiled at how much love Love On Tour was creating.
When you felt his arms snake sound your waist you breathed in his heavenly scent. He smelt fresh and clean, no doubt in preparation to just sweat it all off again when he steps foot on stage.
“Y’okay?” He asked quietly, even though it was just you two and Pham in the room.
Harry had asked Anthony to take some backstage photos of him before the show, but before that he wanted some candid photos with you. You weren’t even aware that Pham was in the room, but that helped the photos look more candid in the end.
“Missed you.” You snuggled back against his hold, both of you looking out at all the people.
“I was gone for like an hour.”
“Too long. I hate sharing you.” You pouted, feeling like wanting a bit more attention right now.
“Baby, y’gonna have to share me with over 50,000 people tonight though.” He chuckled, kissing the top of your head.
“Hmm.”
Harry didn’t like that answer, so he let go of your briefly to walk in front of you and block your view of the audience. He made sure that your face was looking at his, your eyes making contact with his. You could tell he was trying to make you feel better by the tiny dimple and crinkles by his eyes, a sign he was going soft on you.
His arms snaked underneath your armpits so that he could bring you in for a hug, allowing your cheek to rest against his chest. You sighed heavily and allowed your arms to reach around his middle to hug him back, scrunching the material of his t-shirt tightly in your fists to hold on a little tighter.
“Y’gonna tell me what’s got you upset?” He asked softly, not pressuring you at all.
Anthony silently left the room after he asked that, feeling like it was not his place to stay for this conversation. Harry would call him back in a bit when he wanted some more photos, but for now his focus was on you.
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know whether you want to tell me or you don’t know what’s got you upset?”
You shook your head, not knowing how to answer. You could feel tears forming in your eyes and it was getting harder to hold them in.
“Cry if you want you cry, baby. I’ve got you.” He said so softly, it could’ve been passing breeze of wind.
Your body overcame with a few small sobs then and you allowed some tears to fall. Your body was shaking in Harry’s arms, but he made no effort to loosen his hold on you. His hands started rubbing small patterns on your back and shushing you calmly to get you to soften your cries.
“M’sorry.”
“Nothing to apologise for. Nothing. Just want to know you’re alright. Y’know I hate to see you cry.” He kissed the top of your head a few times to remind you that he was still here.
“Just feeling so overwhelmed.” You breathed out, pulling your face away from his chest to look at him.
Harry’s thumbs wiped under your eyes to clear them of tears and kept you close to him for comfort. “Okay. Can y’tell me why?”
“I’m… it’s just i’m so proud of you and I love you so much, Harry, like, I don’t even think I understand by just how much, but I do. Um, and I never thought I’d ever feel like this and I guess it just hit me today seeing all these people here for you. I’m just… overwhelmed, like I said.”
“Thank you for letting me in.” He kissed your forehead first, letting his lips linger longer than just a quick second. As he pulled back you noticed tears in his own eyes and he had to blink them shut tight a few times to stop himself from properly crying.
“Are you okay?” You asked him this time.
“Just, fuck— i’m just so proud of you for expressing yourself like that to me. You’ve come so far baby. God, you’re going to make me look terrible by the time I go on stage if I can’t stop crying over you!” You both laughed in admiration. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”
Then he leaned down to take your lips in his, pushing against you with all his strength so that he could get as good a taste of you as he possibly could. He’d never loved someone as much as you and he enjoyed tasting your love for him all over your lips. You both whimpered as you kissed each other, desperate to stay attached to one another for as long as possible.
When he pulled back he looked into your eyes before kissing you again, moving his hand down your spine and resting it on your lower back. Your hand curled around the back of his neck in order to bring him closer to you. You both poured so much love over each other, like lava being tipped from a kiln - only you would burn in fire for him and his lips.
“I want to cry all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever loved you as much as I do right now.” You said, pulling away from his pink lips to let him know.
“I say that to myself every single minute, of every single day, of my fucking life. As corny as it is to say, you are the only reason why I still believe in love and, well, I fucking adore you for that.”
8:30 PM - pre-show butterflies
Harry was stood in a circle with his band, whilst they gave each other a pep-talk before the show starts.
The band were surprisingly very calm, Mitch keeping his genuine cool as always. Harry though, was very tense. You could see it in his shoulders and the way his eyebrows were getting closer to becoming permanently knitted together.
After they’d spoken with each other, Harry went and stood to one side away from everyone else. You didn’t go over to him straight away, respecting the fact that he might want a moment alone.
“I think he’s nervous.” Sarah popped up beside you.
“Yeah, me too. I’m not overly sure why though.” You twisted your lips in thought, looking to Sarah to see if she had any clue.
“He said something about the fact the wants the show to be good enough to repeat as a bedtime story? I don’t know, he just seems off.” Sarah shrugged her shoulders and you sighed in relief, understanding potentially what could be wrong.
You walked over to him and stopped in front of him.��“You want to talk to me?” You offered, smiling a small smile that you hoped would be comforting and reassuring.
“I don’t know what’s wrong. Feel weird inside. In here.” He pointed to both his stomach and his heart.
You nodded and got closer to him so you could wrap your arms around his middle, giving him as warm a hug as he wanted. He squeezed you tightly back, so it was clear that he was in need of this particular hug. Pulling back, you pulled his top down slightly, thanks to the stretchy material, and kissed his skin over his heart hoping it would calm it down.
“Kisses make everything better.” You explained your logic, before putting his top back to where it was sitting previously. You would’ve taken up his shirt and kissed his stomach too, but you knew that Harry ran off adrenaline for his tour shows so you didn’t want him to lose them for a kiss.
“Especially from you.”
“Don’t overwhelm yourself, H. If you go out there and give your genuine 101% then no on can ask for more. If you go out there and give 80% then it just means that the next show will be bigger and better and that’s just as exciting. You can’t expect yourself to be at your best for every show, that’s not how it works. Your fans know that too. You were brilliant in rehearsals. Amazing in Glasgow. Now this is a home crowd, H, baby. A home crowd. It doesn’t get more special than that.”
He smiled at you and sniffled once, shaking his head lightly from side to side. “I couldn’t be doing any of this without you, lovie. Thank you.” He leant down to kiss you, both of your lips moving in sync for the last time for a few hours.
“Now go make Manchester crazy, then come back to me and we’ll see about having that rom-com marathon.”
And so he started pacing backstage before Sushi.
10:15 PM - post-concert shenanigans
Harry stood on stage blowing kisses off his fingers towards the crowd and you couldn’t stop crying.
Your heart was beating so fast.
Tears streamed down your cheeks.
Harry bowed to the fans as they waved him goodbye. Most of those fans might never see him again, so to some of them this could be a forever goodbye. You never want to imagine a day where you have to say goodbye to him. He is the centre of your world and everything else orbits perfectly in your life because of him.
Harry blew some final kisses and waved a few more times, before sprinting off stage.
You watched as the Love Band left shortly after and the lights went down on the stage set. You had to breathe out a heavy sigh from how overwhelming that had been to just watch, let alone what Harry must be feeling after performing through it.
“Y/N, sweetheart, are you okay?” Anne asked, resting a hand on your shoulder. She was concerned that all these heightened emotions weren’t healthy for you, or the baby, and Anne had promised her son that she’d take care of you both.
“I’m okay.” You nodded sadly, sitting back down in your seat after standing for so long.
You stared at the vacating audience, not able to contain your sobs. Gemma came and sat down on the other side of you, pulling you in for a hug that you could rest your head on her shoulder for. Gemma of all people would understand, just like Anne, because when you’ve known someone for so long and understand how important this moment means to them that sort of then reflects onto you. It’s all very shattering.
“I know you’re feeling overwhelmed right now, Y/N/N, but you have to listen to me when I tell you to calm down.” Gemma spoke softly.
“S-Sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. I don’t know how I’m keeping it together myself, to be honest!” Gemma, much like her brother, loved using humour as a tactic to calm someone down or un-serious a situation.
“I’m just so p-proud.”
Gemma nodded and hummed in agreement. Your cries had softened now, with help of Gemma’s soft voice and comforting hug. You breathed out a shaky breath and wiped your hands over your eyes, when you phone vibrated.
H💓💐: I heard someone needs a hug? I’m on my way xx
Harry was originally supposed to be in a car immediately after the show, to avoid any fans spotting him and crowding him, for both his and their safety, but now instead it seemed he was making his way to you. Something no doubt his security were fuming about.
You were going to meet Harry back at Anne’s house and you were all going to have a celebratory glass of fizz to cheers the night away, but all you wanted now was a cuddle with H and nothing more.
“C’mon let’s get ready to go.” Gemma said from beside you, standing up herself and gathering her belongings. You nodded in agreement and started collecting your own things.
Once you moved inside the building, after being sat on the terrace, you noticed just how many members of Harry’s family were here along with friends too. It was so amazing to see so many people here to support him. It was a reminder that it wasn’t just you and him in this world, even though you sometimes wished it was.
A loud round of applause echoed the room, along with some wolf-whistling. You could only best assume it was Harry.
And it was.
He was making his way through the crowd, quickly thanking people and saying hello. He told others he would be back in a minute, he just needed to find someone. His security stayed at the door, knowing this was a safe place for him to be, as he weaved through the crowd of people in an effort to find you. Unfortunately for him you were all the way closest to the outside door, but he honestly didn’t care.
As long as he got to you, he would be okay.
As soon as he spotted you your eyes started watering again and you had to fan your face to keep it from it exploding with tears again. Before you could cry though, Harry brought you into his chest with his arms, covering you the best he could. Your arms stayed close to your own chest and your sniffles began. Harry’s cheek squashed itself down onto the top of your head after giving you a multitude of pretty kisses.
“Hey, hey. Ssh I’m here. I’ve got you. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He whispered to you and no one else.
Even though it was a very private moment in a very public room, you still felt like you and Harry were alone. He made you feel like you were the only person ever and it made you feel extremely special.
Anne was secretly taking a few photos of the two of you, because even though it was an embarrassing moment for you they turned out to be your most favourite photos ever. It was a moment that symbolised a historic moment in Harry’s history.
“I-I love you s-so much. So proud o-of you.” You hiccuped, staying close into his chest.
“Thank you, bub. That means a lot coming from you, baby.”
“Thought you’d be the emotional one, not me.” You laughed, embarrassed slightly.
“Hey if you need to cry, you know i’ll always be here for you to cry on.”
He squeezed you a little tighter and your heart grew a little bigger.
You leaned your head back and looked at him in awe. His forehead was sweaty and his hair was a complete mess, but he’d never looked more perfect to you. He smiled a grin at you and you couldn’t help but give him one back, both of you having a loving silent conversation with the twinkles in your eyes.
12 AM - late night talking
“Babe? Will y’fill a glass of water for me please?”
Harry asked as he took the bin outside to throw away.
Everyone was back home now. You two staying the night at Anne’s again. Harry has apologised that he couldn’t stay and talk to people, but people were very understanding and made him promise a few beers when he was next back home.
Harry had driven you both home, luckily managing to escape the car park in enough time to beat the traffic. You dreaded to think what time the last fan out of the stadium would be home.
After having some tea and toast, you’d gotten ready for bed and then came and watched the news headlines with Anne. After saying goodnight to one another you and Harry were just sorting some last few bits in the kitchen, before you both too would head to bed.
You poured Harry a glass of water and watched him come in to lock the door. He guided you out of the kitchen and turned off the lights, moving to the front of the house to turn on the alarm whilst you walked upstairs to the bedroom.
About ten minutes later you were both tucked up in bed and absolutely exhausted. Your loud yawn was a sign of that.
“Tired baby?”
“Just a little. Don’t know how you do it, H.”
“I guess the fans drive me. Knowing there is at least one new person at my shows every time, makes me want to go out there and put on the best performance of my life just for them. That might be their only chance to see me, so best make it worth their while.” He explained and you smiled with pride.
“Since when did you become so wise, hmm?”
“You’re rubbing off on me, that’s what.” He tickled your side, making you giggle.
Harry laid on his back whilst you were curled into his side, your ear getting to hear the steady rhythm of his heart beating. Your hand rested on his bare chest, softly tracing the outline of his moth tattoo like you often did - he told you it helps lull him to sleep quicker.
“Out of 10, how would you rate that show then?”
“9.7 maybe. I just… I was so nervous that I wasn’t too into every single word of every single song. Tomorrow I think i’ll be better.”
“Well y’couldn’t tell. You were a rockstar up there tonight.” You moved your head very slightly to kiss his chest and you felt his arm briefly tighten around you in thanks.
“And how does it feel to be dating a rockstar?”
“Dating?”
“Y’know what I mean. Married, dating, same thing.”
“No they’re not.” You playfully whacked him on his chest and he giggled like a child. “Don’t think y’can say we’re dating when we haven’t gone on a date in like a month.”
“I’m slacking, God, sorry.” He sighed.
You shook your head before continuing. “You know that I would rather have moments like this with you, than eating Spaghetti at a fancy restaurant.”
“Me too.” He kissed the crown of your head.
“Although if y’do want to take me on a date, I won’t be opposed to it.”
“Maybe I’ll take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower, when we’re in Paris, and we can share a baguette together.”
“Harry that is so stereotypical.” You playfully hit his stomach as you laughed.
“Or when we go to Italy, we can have pizza and red wine along the beach front.”
“Think i’ll be too far along to drink by that point, H.” You brought his hand to your own stomach and allowed him to rest it there. Sometimes he didn’t like touching your bump without consent, because it could get a bit uncomfortable what with touching you there all the time.
“Then we can share a lemon iced water.”
“Mm sounds amazing.” You hummed in delight.
“Anything to keep you happy and this one safe.” Harry snuggled tighter into you and you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep.
“You make me happy just by existing.”
•••
June 16th 2022
12:00 PM - meeting the fans
Today was an absolute scorcher.
The layers of suncream felt like it was doing nothing against your skin and you had to opt for an airy dress in order to remain as cool as possible.
Whilst Harry was in rehearsals, you decided to take a look at the area that the fans would be in for later. The fans weren’t let in until 1:30 PM so you still had plenty of time before you’d have to disappear for safety reasons. There were a tonne of food carts, selling burgers and chips and ice-creams. The food looked delicious, but you were also too nervous to eat and stomach anything.
Harry had been worried about you this morning, because you had thrown up a lot and yet you had barely eaten in the past few days to be doing so. He sat with you on the cool tiled bathroom floor for at least an hour, which is why he appeared late to the venue this morning.
“H, you have to go. You’re going to be late.” You sighed, resting your forehead against the toilet seat.
Harry sat just a little behind you after tying your hair up in a low bun with one of his hairbands. He was stubborn to a fault, just as you were, so he rolled his eyes when you spoke.
“I don’t give a fuck. Not when you’re like this.”
“I’ll be oka…” You stopped mid sentence to start throwing up again, pure liquid filtering out of your system. It was disgusting, but this is what a mixture of being pregnant and having potential heatstroke looked like.
“You were saying?”
After watching you eat a dry cereal bar, Harry felt better and only then allowed the two of you to leave for the stadium. Anne and the rest of the family would meet him at the venue later as there was no point in waiting around all day. You felt sorry for the fans that did have to queue around all day and especially in this heat too. It was exhausting just being out in it for a minute, let alone hours and hours on end.
Just when you were rounding the corner you spotted all the fans queueing up behind the stage, ready to be let in. They were clearly here for early entry or one of the pods - at least that is what Harry had told you. When one of them spotted you they shouted your name and before long there was a whole crowd of them screaming. You alerted the security guard, who Harry had made you take with you, that you were going over there and he nodded.
You took out your vlogging camera and started recording them as you got closer. They all cheered louder and waved towards your camera. Once you had some good montage footage you put your camera down so you could speak to them.
“Hi! How are you all?” You asked, standing not too close to them like Harry had taught you just in case someone grabbed you. It wasn’t always something that you had to be aware of, but especially now that you’ve got your little one growing inside of you you have to be extra careful - and the fans are unaware of your pregnancy so far.
“We’re so excited!”
“Yeah, buzzing!”
“Is this your first time seeing Harry?” You asked.
“This is my eleventh.” Someone said, causing you to catch sight of some people rolling their eyes.
“This is my first.” Someone else said and you smiled at how excited they look.
“Is it okay if I film us having a conversation for my vlog?” You asked, always checking for consent.
“Of course!” That girl said and a bunch of other girls gasped and squealed for them.
You held out you vlogging camera to get you and the girl in the frame, noticing some of the other girls were trying to poke their heads in the background. They knew that Harry watched all your videos so this was their way of getting a Harry notice. It was like trying to be in a photo that Pham took.
“Wait what’s you name sorry?” You asked, before pressing record.
“Orla.”
You pressed record. “So, Orla! How does it feel to be seeing Harry for the first time?” You asked, smiling at them rather than directly at the camera. You’d learnt that it makes you look more real and genuine when you filmed it this way.
“Not real? Like I know he’s real and stuff, but I also don’t believe that. Like I won’t believe he’s real until I see him with both eyes.” They explained and you nodded your head like you understood.
“I still get that feeling too.” You laughed and others around you did too. “And what song are you most looking forward to?”
“If I say Fine Line will he play it?” Orla asked.
“It’s Harry….” You said, knowing Orla would understand. That man was such a tease that it didn’t matter whether or not someone wanted something, he would only do what made him happiest on stage. He was kind of a queen for that.
“Ok, so I’ll say Matilda instead.”
You smiled a sad smile, your mind going straight to how Orla might have a similar backstory to you and how impactful that song can be to people like you. For the camera though you tried to put on a better smile, because you knew when Harry watched this at a later date he was going to be annoyed at himself for not being here to give you a hug at a sad moment. Matilda was your favourite song to listen to too, just because it was so personal and raw. Harry told his creative director that he didn’t care what other songs went on the setlist as long as Matilda was on there. For you.
“Good choice.”
9:30 PM - on-stage shoutout
“Now,” Harry spoke into his microphone, dragging the wire behind him so he didn’t trip. “Let’s talk boyfriends.”
The crowd screamed so loudly and you had to take your camera out to record it all.
“Who’s ever had a boyfriend?”
Deafening screams. You whooped in the background too.
“Who’s never had a boyfriend?”
The screamed were even louder that time.
“Who’s ever been a boyfriend?”
The screams were very minimal. Harry booed into the microphone too, making people laugh.
“Who never wants a boyfriend?”
Those were the loudest screams.
“I gather you’re all screaming because boyfriends are trash. They never treat their person right and you can always count on them letting you down. Luckily for me I’m a husband not a boyfriend.” He cheekily smiled and pretended to flip his hair over his shoulder.
You shook your head and smiled at how silly he was. Other people around you cheered for you and him, whilst others simply watched on.
The crowd went crazy when he spoke and then they started chanting your name, “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!”
You put your hand over your mouth, trying so hard not to cry again. Gemma took your camera off of you to get both both you, the crowd and the stage in shot. You laughed as people continued to chant your name - all over 50,000 of them.
“Ooh, ooh, ooh!” Harry bent his arm at the elbow and pumped it up and down in the air, barking for you as people chanted your name.
This was so wild for you.
“Yes, Y/N is m’wife,” The crowd screamed again, “Up there someone, I think.” Harry pointed in your general direction and you waved to the crowds below. You laughed at how crazy everyone was going for you, never thinking that this kind of experience would ever happen to you.
The stage screens suddenly lit up with a view of you, a camera somewhere obviously having found your face. You cringed as you saw yourself, bending over to try and hide the view of you. People screamed for you louder then and Harry turned around to catch sight of you on the big screen. Later in TikToks people would see Harrys face light up at the sight of you.
fan1: did you see his face? fucking hell that man is so whipped for y/n
fan2: it’s the way my boyfriend has never looked at me like that ever….
fan3: look at y/n going all shy and that only making harry grow in awe of them more
“Ayyee!” Harry shouted into the microphone when he saw you. “That’s my wife!” He pointed at you on the big screen happily, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Alright Y/N/N this one’s for you. Sorry I’m not always the greatest boyfriend, but every day I grow and learn from you. For you.”
Then the guitar strums came in for Boyfriends.
11:00 PM - home
“You did it.”
Both of you were now snuggled up in bed again, just talking about the days events and how epic the past few days had been. What was even greater was that it wasn’t just stopping here, because it Wembley in a few days time and that was only going to be more electric.
“I did it.” Harry smiled, chuffed with himself.
“We’re so proud of you.”
“I’m glad you’re here. Both of you.” He rested a soft hand on your belly.
“Thank you for everything. But most importantly, thank you for always coming home to us.”
“Always.”
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bestieee hope u r doing well <333 id like to request a tan x reader where he surprises her for her bd??? like maybe the context is that they r both contract killers and they both have worked together several times, lem and reader r great friends but she has an enemies to lovers kind of thing with tan??? so she’s really surprised that he even remembered and he’s all shy and nervous cuz bbg isn’t good with voicing his feelings 😔 if u can’t write it it’s completely ok and feel free to change anything !!! mwuaks
(omg you’re so sweet stop it rn😭😭 im so happy to take this request I really hope you like it! I cannot think of a title or even a song for this so for now it remains untitled. hope this is okay and hope you enjoy <3333)
paring: tangerine x fem reader
cw: alcohol intake, mature language
word count: 2,455
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“Fuck this bastering banner won’t stick for fuck sake!” Tangerine ranted as the banner fell off the wall for the fourth time.
“Calm down I’ll do it,” Lemon sighed and helped Tangerine put the banner up. “See, not so hard just relax.”
“I am relaxed.”
“Relaxed?” Lemon laughed, “you are not relaxed. (Y/N) will appreciate this it doesn’t have to be perfection.”
“What? I don’t care. The banner is pissing me off,”
Lemon furrowed his brows and turned to look at Tangerine. “So what you’re saying is you don’t care if she likes this?”
“Exactly.” Mumbled Tan.
“Right that’s why you went out of your way to do all of this…”
Tangerine just scoffed and walked away, this only made Lemon laugh. He had never seen Tangerine so adamant to perfect anything.
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You receive a text from Lemon, he lets you know he’s on his way to pick you up. You touch up your lipgloss and take a final glance at yourself, the red in your cocktail dress making your eyes pop. You looked truly breathtaking. Lemon knocks on the door, you grab your bag and open the door to be met with a bouquet of daisies and a gift bag.
“Lemon! You didn’t have to do all this,” you smile and hug him. You and Lemon got on extremely well, you’d know him for a few years and occasionally worked with him which only further pushed your growing bond. He made you laugh and being with him was easy for you, not that you could say the same about his other half, who just like you expected was nowhere to be seen.
“Of course I did. It’s your birthday,” Lemon walks inside and you put the flowers into a vase, you set the gift bag on the counter and the two of you leave and get into his car.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?”
“Nope. There’s nothing you need to know until we’re there.” Lemon responds and you pout, which does not make him budge. Only laugh at you in response.
The entire car ride you pester him over and over about what the night was going to look like, yet he didn’t give in. So now you stand at a restaurant door, this made you assume you were going for dinner. Lemon said the booking to the waitress and she leads you both through the busy restaurant, the ceilings in the restaurant were high and the decor was fancy. Looking around the place you barely notice when she leads you both down the stairs, this confused you all over again, there was no seating downstairs.
It all made sense as you walked into the room to see your few close friends there, it was a surprise party. A wide smile of complete gratitude spread on your face as you looked around the space, it was completely decked out in birthday decorations, all of your favourite colour. And there sat a table with your favourite cocktails and party foods. Whoever’s idea this was pulled it off perfectly, you greet your friends who are beyond happy to be celebrating you. Being a contracted killer automatically made social life difficult, you had to be cautious about who you let into your life but the few friends you did have you absolutely loved. Since your friends were there you had assumed it was Lemon who planned it all, your friends had met Lemon before at a dinner party you threw but that was brief and you talk about them a lot, so he knew how much you appreciated them.
You go over to the table with the drinks and take one, you smiled knowing how personalised everything here was. Even the music was your favourite songs, you didn’t want to cry on your birthday but you truly couldn’t fathom the effort that went into making your day special.
“Happy birthday,” you hear from behind you, you’d recognise that voice anywhere. You turn around, drink in hand and look at Tangerine.
“Thank you. I’m surprised you even remembered nevermind showing up.”
“It’s your birthday, I wouldn’t not come.”
You shrug and crack a smile, Tangerine returns it. Not that you expected it considering how your last interaction went a few months ago, you were still pissed off at him but you didn’t want to argue on your birthday.
“Did Lemon force you here?”
“No I came on my own accord,” Tangerine looks you up and down, drinking in your beauty, you returned the gesture and you could almost sense that he was… nervous? “Who do you think put up the decorations?”
An expression of surprise overrides your face, you didn’t expect Tangerine to be involved that’s to say the least. “I just didn’t expect this.”
Tangerine just shrugs and walks over to sit with Lemon, they both jump into conversation as you finish your first drink, immediately moving onto the second. The night was exactly as you wanted, a few friends and drinks, birthdays always reminded you of your family. You had a tricky relationship with them and most of the time you were able to not think of it, but you wouldn’t let it ruin tonight.
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You finish your fifth drink, the alcohol completely overriding your system now and you were to put it plainly, wasted. It didn’t take much to have you drunk but it was your birthday, no harm in having fun after all.
“Having a good time?” Lemon asks, your swaying to the music and he came to join you, over your shoulder you notice Tangerine he’s acting strange tonight, extremely quiet.
“Yes! Thank you so much for all of this you’re the best.” You slur, a content grin plastered on your face.
Lemon just pats your shoulder and goes to sit with your friends, they were drunk and you couldn’t help but laugh as they fawned over him. Maybe Lemon had a way with words. You look at Tangerine again and this time he sees you, he smiles at you which has your brain wracking an answer as to why the fuck he’s being so nice, you decide to go ask him.
You plummet down beside him, sighing as the soft back of the seat collides with your back. You turn to look at him and he takes a drink of his drink.
“You’re being awfully nice. Why?”
“It’s your birthday love, I’m not going to be a dickhead to you am I?”
“Oh how nice of you.” You roll your eyes and he just smirks. “Don’t look at me like that,” you scoff and shove his arm.
He chuckles in response. “Like what?”
“You know what I mean,” you mock him.
“You look nice,” he mumbles quietly, avoiding eye contact.
“I know right, we look relatively normal for contracted killers. No one would suspect a thing.”
“Like you don’t have knives strapped to your thighs right now.” Tangerine raises a brow.
“That’s besides the point.” You roll your eyes and unconsciously hum to the song that’s playing, you notice from your peripheral vision him actually staring at you. But not the harsh stare that he usually wears, a softer one that is actually taking you in.
“Are you having a good night?”
“Mhm. But why do you care Tan?” You cock your head to the side, looking into his deep blue eyes.
“I don’t know. Just want things to be nice for you.” He falters.
“You’re nervous. Why?”
“Im not.” He scoffs. You just raise an eyebrow at him to which he returns a stern glance back at you.
“Okay whatever you say,” you shake your head and leave him alone, you go sit with your friends, who are still fawning over Lemon.
“(Y/N)!” Your friend practically squeals upon seeing you. You laugh and sit beside her. You all engage in a conversation before your friend pipes up.
“Call your boyfriend over he seems so lonely.”
You look at her as if she was crazy. Your friends all share the same confused expression which you return.
“Im confused,” your friend says.
“About what?” You reply
“Isn’t he your boyfriend, the one who invited us all?”
“No he’s not my boyfriend and what do you mean he invited you all?”
“It seems like it, the way he was looking at you? He seemed to really care about you considering he pulled all of this off.”
“No he didn’t, Lemon done all of this.” You look at Lemon for clarification, but he just meets you with a knowing expression.
“No. It was Tangerine who pulled this off, it was his idea.” Lemon confirmed.
You try to process that fact, it shouldn’t be strange to know that someone threw you a party, but it was whenever that person was Tangerine. Tangerine who make ridiculous comments that made you want to punch him, Tangerine who soaked every statement in sarcasm, Tangerine who was a grumpy dickhead nine times out of ten.. but what about the Tangerine who opened your car door? What about the Tangerine who always makes sure you get home safe? Or the Tangerine who listens to rant about a mission? Or the Tangerine who put so much effort into tonight only for you to accredit someone else for it. You look over to where he was sitting but he wasn’t there anymore, you immediately get up and make your way back upstairs, you’d hoped he had only gone out front for a cigarette.
And rightfully so you find him leaning against the wall, tie loose and three shirt buttons undone as he smoked a cigarette. He notices you but does a double glance as you walk towards him. You stand against the wall and look at him.
“Hi.” You smile.
“Hello,” Tangerine replies, his voice softer than usual. You watch him as he exhales the smoke.
“Thought you left.”
“Do you want me to?” Tangerine looks at you, your expression dismisses that quickly.
“No. I don’t want you to leave. I want you to stay.”
“You’re drunk.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t want you there.”
“You said you hated me last time we were together.”
“Because you were being a dick to me. I was pissed off, but I’m not anymore. I want us to have a fresh start.”
“Why?” Tangerine ask as he finishes his cigarette, dropping it to the ground.
“What do you mean why?” You almost laugh. “You done all this for me tonight yet you cannot understand why I want to mend things between us?”
“How did you find out?” Tangerine turns to face you.
“My friend made it obvious. No offence but I didn’t expect you to be the one who done all of this. I thought you hated me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Well I don’t hate you either.” You nudge him with your elbow, he just playfully rolls his eyes. “How did you know all my favourite things?”
“I listen to what you say. You and Lemon aren’t exactly quiet,”
Your face flushes a little and you sigh. “Im sorry I didn’t realise it was you who done all this.”
“It’s fine. I’m sorry for being a dick.”
“Forgiven.” You smile. “But why did you do all of this?”
“To apologise.”
“That’s it? Thats the only reason?”
Tangerine shrugs and looks at the ground, you pull a puzzled expression.
“Am I missing something? You’ve been so quiet and almost shy the entire night, that’s not like you.”
“Just tired.”
“Tan… seriously what’s up?”
He turns to you reluctantly, his warm hand brushes over your cold one.
“You’re cold?” He takes off his jacket. “Take this.”
“Thanks,” you put his jacket on, his cologne strong on the jacket, you could almost sigh into it. “But tell me seriously we’re not leaving here until you confess.”
“It doesn’t matter (Y/N), honestly.”
“Ugh it matters to me. Just tell me.”
Tangerine sighs and you just cross your arms, not backing down from your point.
“Fine.” His voice is hesitant which only makes you more suspicious. “I wanted to tell you, that I,” he sighs. “I like you.” The last part is such a mumble you barely make it out.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“No I actually didn’t..”
“… I like you.”
You look at him a blank expression on your face, you didn’t know what to say. You felt yourself heat up as he looked at you intensely, you’d never really considering him liking you. Sure you definitely liked him even when you wanted to wrap your hands around his neck and strangle him but he had a way of charming you, he was interesting and extremely handsome that you’d be a fool not to feel something for him. But he definitely caught you off guard.
“You? Like me?” You say clearly baffled.
“I knew this was fucking stupid.” He sighs and starts to walk off.
You follow after him and grab his hand, pulling him back. “No don’t.” You sigh. He turns to look at you. “I didn’t expect this that’s all, I mean I thought you were repulsed by me. I tried to make you like me but I thought it wasn’t working.”
“You tried to make me like you? I like you the way you are.”
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner. I thought it was obvious how I felt.”
“I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t obvious at all, and I hate all that lovey dovey crap.”
“God you’re such a gentleman.” You roll your eyes. “So… are you going to kiss me?”
Tangerine scoffs and grabs your waist pulling you in, he presses his lips to yours and you share a passionate kiss, your arms warm around his neck and up into his hair. Your tongues interlink and the kiss intensifies. He backs you against the wall and you tug softly on his dark brown curls. Slowly he pulls back, both of your lips were swollen. He stands up straight and so do you, he smirks at you and you blush.
“Wait,” you laugh. “You have lipstick on your mouth.”
“Oh fucking great,” he grumbles.
You roll your eyes and grab his collar pulling him down to your level, you wipe the lipstick off his mouth.
“There quit complaining.” You tease.
You both stand there, looking at each other. You quite literally couldn’t believe that Tangerine was being nice to you never mind confessing feelings for you, but it made sense. He was a typical man who didn’t know how to express his feelings, so of course he pisses you off. But you didn’t mind, you were just happy to get the truth out of him.
“We should go back in..” he says
“Yeah.” You agree, he takes your hand and the two of you go back to the party. When you walk in Lemon starts enthusiastically cheering.
“Fucking knew it!”
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Luo Bingge: The way you look at me, the only memory is just us kissing in the moonlight~
Reader: WHAT THE FUCK WHO ARE YOU!
(I just wanted to respond to your genius au where Bingge finds us in the real world and we are basically the exact same copy of them)
<333 hehehe~ so accurate,,,
can't remember to forget you
I love very much, very much you
♡ pet names, unhealthy behaviour (non-consensual touching), forced relationship (not really relationship) if you squint, mention of violence + death (in past); bingge is my little pathetic woof woof who has done nothing wrong in his life, bingge sleeps with everyone who reminds him of you regardless of gender to match the settings
LUO BINGHE was at a loss.
"Character in a novel"? "Proud Immortal Demon Way?"
"Follow the instructions of the system"?
When he was moved to an incomprehensible room, something in between a peasant's hut and a townsman's house, LUO BINGHE could only look around through translucent floating jade tiles with words drawn on them, the meaning of which he could not really understand, even if he understood these words individually as well as their meaning, and already wanted to irritably sweep everything away this is aside — when gaze caught on a painfully familiar face.
He would have remembered these features even in death.
Instincts reacts much faster than mind, immediately reaching the body lying on the bed with a couple of steps — and putting his hands on the sides of their head, hanging with an incomprehensible white noise in ears, when all the blood in his body was boiling from just one sight, makes his throat dry up.
The system buzzes something in ear, but LUO BINGHE is unable to think or react when he sees a familiar face, serene and sleeping, but the same as before he was forced to survive, clinging to the remnants of strength and life only for the sake of one single thing, for the sake of one single person.
Your face.
Just as magnificent and breath-taking as many, many years ago — even when he himself was a disciple, your shidi, and looked up at you, really resembling a small animal that repeats after a wiser one — certainly not an 'animal'.
Rather, it was like he was turning from a beast into a Human Being, indulging in your restrained affection and supervision so that he would not have qi deviation or other problems, finally getting someone over the years who cares about him, sincerely pampering and letting him know that he is not came into this world for nothing.
Everything just snapped in an instant. Your life has been cut short just as a burning stick of incense is extinguished with a finger.
And he was not there at the most terrible moment of your life, although he swore that he would always be with you, would save and help.
How funny.
Plan to confess his love after he brings the first place to your feet like an obedient pet, only to return to your empty grave. You would never forgive him — never — but did it make sense if you now can't scold him or praise him? Did it make sense that the world was killing the people most dear to him over and over again? Does it make sense that even you left him after all?
Does it make sense that it wasn't even demons who killed you, but other cultivators?
You would tell him that it has. That this is a test. That his hatred wouldn't change anything. That revenge brings bliss to the heart, but poisons the soul. That his demonic blood doesn't make him a demon and who he is is the result of a choice. That a good and decent cultivator should not have a huge harem just to fill the void in his soul. That sex is not the only way to feel needed. That he doesn't need power to be loved. That he is loved simply because he is. That he doesn't need to imagine you every time he tries to find the same warmth in the soft tender bodies of rare beauties. That he does not need to look for the companies of beautiful young men and maidens just to find at least somewhere the same delight that he experienced even when you scolded him.
He just wanted to be a 'good boy' for you, — whom you can love, kiss, take with you, treat with treats, let him take care of you, — why did everything turn out this way?
His fingers are smooth, soft — the same as he had when he was still a disciple — and when they touch your cheek, your eyelashes tremble, as if echoing soft strokes, while he puts other hand on your other cheek with intoxicating delight, feeling the warm gentle air on his skin, — and trembling, sitting on the edge next to you, continuing to ignore the chirping which soon falls silent, as if realizing that LUO BINGHE is unable to react right now.
Everything inside him burns and melts like hot metal.
Is that you? Is it really you? Senior fellow disciple?
Does the senior fellow disciple still think this Binghe is handsome? Does the senior fellow disciple still love this Binghe? Will the senior fellow disciple be proud of how strong and powerful this Binghe has become, or will scold for what he did?
Perhaps he is now no better than an animal thrown out on the street, who has found a way to a cozy and warm house, but even when it's hard for him to breathe so as not to cry, he just continues to look at the facial features that bring him pain and pleasure at the same time, like an old wound that is being opened up to blood, while he don't mind. If he had a tail, he would wag it so much that he would wake you up, but you sleep so serenely, as if you don't notice his presence, — although it is, you couldn't notice his presence, — and LUO BINGHE needs all the willpower not to cling tightly to you and never let go of his embrace, crying about how painful it was for him without you and that you can no longer leave him, never, or he will follow you — no matter to hell or heaven, to another world or beyond life, you can no longer go where he cannot follow.
Breath. Exhale.
Breath.
Exhale.
He is no longer that intemperate and stupid shidi, who could only smile sweetly, baring his fangs to anyone who wanted to touch his, and could only try to physically take care of you and be pretty and obedient, thinking that this way you will not leave him and will always keep him close as a cute and good boytoy. LUO BINGHE — now — knows what it's like to be without you after you've given him a taste of this feeling of love and care. That true love must be won with passion and body; that it must be protected with claws and fangs; that the whole world is against anyone being able to love him.
That if he wants to be loved, then he should make you look only at him.
And he will make you look only at him.
Everything about you is the same — from the smell of your hair to the reaction, you are exactly the same. That's you, isn't it?
Love of his life.
It can only be you.
When your eyes open slightly, reacting to his touch and proximity, LUO BINGHE does not try to hide an intoxicated enthusiastic smile, even if there is nothing in your eyes but horror and misunderstanding.
“Hello, my love... Did I wake you up? I'm so sorry; I'll help you warm up and fall asleep~”
The character Luo Binghe from the novel 'Proud Immortal Demon Way' will be able to continue living in this world or return to his own world after achieving the main goal.
Do you accept the terms?
Yes.
“It's not like you can run away from me now, after all~”
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