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Adult Education Part 17 | Hangman x OC

Summary: Jessica realizes she is going to have to work hard to help the students in the class she is teaching in Brian's place. Add that to her tenure review, and she's already exhausted. At least she can trust her boyfriend. Jake couldn't be more proud of Jessica, but a night out without his girlfriend is a bit eye-opening for him.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, oral, angst, language, mention drinking and driving, 18+

Length: 3800 words

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Female OC

This story is part of the Beer Boy and Sugar universe but can be read on its own! Adult Education masterlist

Seriously, who let Jake on my masterlist!? Banner by @mak-32

"You'll never believe what happened!" Jessica gushed, releasing Jake and bouncing around a bit. He was all smiles, just like she'd come to expect with him. There were even two beers and a dish of peanuts waiting on the table which made her feel a little weak. She pushed him down onto one of the high stools and let her hands rest on his thighs.

"Damn," he grunted when she kissed him again, slotting herself between his legs with a laugh. "Either your day was excellent, or you're very happy to see me."

"It's both," she assured him, basking in the soft pressure of his lips on hers. "I am officially under tenure review."

"Reedy," he grunted, cupping her face in both of his hands and pulling back slightly. "Are you serious?" Wide, green eyes searched her face for a hint that she may be joking, but she just shook her head slightly. "How?"

She told him everything, sparing no details about her time in Rosenthal's office with her friend and how much that meant to her. "She promised me that Dr. Rosenthal would hear me out, and when I let him know I never got a tenure review from Brian, he agreed immediately." Tears stung at her eyes again as Jake listened intently, his hands stroking her face. "He started the process today, Jake! He's so busy right now, since he's stepping into Brian's shoes while still covering his own classes, but he still took the time to look at my grade book and my schedule! And he complimented me on how organized I am!" She felt ridiculous for crying at Chippy's, and she could see a concerned looking Chippy himself through her blurred vision, so she gave him a little wave.

"You're incredible," Jake whispered, kissing her forehead. "And how was your meeting with the dean?"

Somehow her smile grew brighter as she said, "He told me the fratraiser was the best event of alumni weekend and already asked me to do it again next year."

Jake's lips were all over her face, bumping her glasses and whispering that he was proud of her while she laughed. If Rosenthal and Dean Walters were both in her corner along with her friend, she felt like she could do anything. She felt like she could succeed. Finally.

Eventually she made it to her own seat where she started to crack open some peanuts. "I'm absolutely starving," she muttered. "I think all the adrenaline from the day is messing with me." Her fingers were shaking as she pressed the peanuts to her lips, and Jake pushed the bowl closer to her.

"I brought some food with me," he said, kind of nodding toward the door. "It's in the cooler in my truck." He paused before asking, "You still want me to sleep over, Jess?"

"Of course!" She pressed her lips together and softly said, "I've never really done midweek sleepovers before?" Frankly, she'd never been in a relationship she took as seriously as this one. With Jake.

He lounged back in his seat so casually as he said, "Neither have I. So I was just going to follow your lead on this one, soon-to-be-tenured Dr. Reed."

Jessica blushed as she chewed up another peanut. She imagined mind blowing sex, going to bed early, and Jake making her breakfast in the morning before they both left for work. But she was really worn out from the day, so she said, "We can figure it out together."

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Jake watched his girlfriend as she stood at her kitchen counter in her work clothes and ate the casserole he made for her. She moaned softly while she licked her fork with clearly no idea that she was making him hard. He loved cooking, and she loved eating whatever he made. And then she said, "This is so good, Jake." And she'd make the word good sound like it had too many syllables. And she did all of this while wearing her high heels and cute glasses and looking at him.

This was just the first midweek sleepover, but Jake was already looking around to see how much stuff she really had. It could all fit in his condo. She could ditch her rental and move in with him. He could cook for her all the time and tell her he loved her. Why hadn't he done that yet? He was as excited for her tenure review as he had been for his last rank promotion. He recently printed out a picture of her and flew with it in his helmet bag. He was a mess right now, hesitating because he was afraid of not saying it at the right time and worrying that it was too soon.

"It was really good," she whispered as she set her fork in the sink, and Jake realized he'd never responded to what she said.

"I love cooking for you, Baby," he told her with a wide grin while she yawned. "You had a big day today. Almost ready for bed?"

"Yeah, I'm tired," she replied quickly, voice soft. "But I kind of wanted to... mess around a little bit?"

There was no way he could deny her something she wanted, especially when he wanted it so badly, too. Without warning, Jake got his hands on her thighs and hiked her skirt up to her waist. Jessica gasped and grabbed at his shoulders just like he knew she would. "Jake!" Her voice was muffled by his lips as he lifted her up, guided her legs around his waist, and carried her to her bedroom. His fingers tangled in her lace underwear as she rubbed herself against his abs.

She shrieked in delight as he dropped her onto her back on the bed. "Scoot up to the pillows, Baby," he instructed. "And keep your shoes on."

He watched her shimmy up to rest her head on the pillows while she kept her feet up in the air, and he undid his boots, tossing them aside. Jake crawled up the bed, kissing her through her panties before hiking her legs up over his shoulders and pushing them back until he was kissing her lips and the tip of her nose.

When he ran his rough hands along the backs of her thighs, she whimpered into his mouth. Jake could feel her fingers on his name tag and insignia pins as he pushed his cock against her core through layers of fabric. "Let me eat your pussy?" he asked between soft kisses.

She met his questioning eyes and rubbed her core up against him. "I want you to," she gasped, and Jake pressed one more rough kiss to her lips before moving down her body to his intended target with a little grin.

"These are pretty," he murmured, kissing along the top of her underwear as he pushed her skirt up higher around her waist. Jessica's fingers found his hair, and her high heels dug slightly into his back. So far, he loved midweek sleepovers. As he pulled the blue lace to one side, he kissed her wet slit and thought about how there was actually plenty of room in his closet for her entire lingerie collection. All he wanted to do was keep adding to it, since he definitely loved it as much as she did.

"Jake," she gasped, pressing herself a little harder against his mouth as he parted her with his lips and teased her opening with his flat tongue. "Jake!"

He chuckled and kissed her inner thigh as he asked, "How do you make it so many syllables like that?" But Jessica tugged on his hair and put his mouth back where she wanted it.

"Stop messing around," she whined. Holy shit, he loved it when she told him what to do. When Jessica bossed him around, it made him want to give his best performance.

"Anything you want, Baby," he promised, and she whined louder until he was sucking gently on her clit. That seemed to be what she was after, so he set a leisurely pace, occasionally going harder until she got loud. Then he ran his knuckle along her opening before slipping his middle finger inside her.

Those heels pressed harder into his back as she demanded, "Harder." Fingers tightened in his hair, sending a ripple of need down along his neck. He plucked her clit with his lips as he added his index finger and hooked them just so.

"Jake!" she called out, absolutely riding his face and fingers now. She tasted so good, and he couldn't stop picturing her stuff in her condo. He was grinding his hips against the bed in time with the tugging of his hair. Her sharp heels were starting to hurt, and he was a little afraid she would rip his uniform shirt, but there was no way he was stopping now.

She was clenching and practically screaming as he swirled his tongue around her sweet spot and fucked his fingers harder into her. He was rock hard against her bedding, and her fingernails scraped along his scalp as she came for him. She was squeezing his fingers and felt so tight around him that he needed to fuck her. He needed that around his cock.

Jake was up on his knees and out of her grasp as her legs splayed wide and her hips shook. Quickly he unzipped his khaki pants and pulled himself free, thrusting his cock into her clenching pussy and patting her clit with his wet fingers. Jessica was rolling her head from side to side as he ground himself into her with her name a low growl on his lips.

"Jessica." He came hard after barely a few thrusts, shocking himself. He wasn't even sure how it happened so fast. But then he looked down at Jessica as his cum seeped out of her and onto the blue lace. Her fingers were in the air coaxing him closer, and he went so willingly to her lips, an absolute mess for this woman.

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On Monday, Jessica and Jake cuddled all night in her bed, but Tuesday evening after her office hours, they moved things to his place. "Tomorrow is Wednesday, and you've got to teach that asshole's class, Smart Girl," Jake whispered. "I'll pack you some extra snacks in your lunch."

Then he fucked her in her new lingerie until she could barely walk, leaving her in his bed aftwards to relax for a few minutes until she could get up and join him in the shower. And Jessica was relaxed and happy and fresh on Wednesday when she walked into the classroom where she would be in charge of Brian's Senior Studies seminar class.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Reed," she announced when she rushed in as soon as her Physics lecture in the previous time slot ended. "I'll be filling in for Dr. Conley," she said to the group of ten in attendance, unable to keep a smile from her face. "And you're all graduating chemistry majors?"

She had been given just a tiny bit of information on this class from Dean Walters, and she was a little nervous that she wouldn't be able to help as much as she hoped. Then she convinced herself she'd be okay. She passed a bunch of chemistry classes as an undergrad, and she could work her way through any textbook with ease.

"Yeah," replied one of the students as he sat up a little straighter in his seat. "But Dr. Conley usually just takes attendance and then leaves."

She blinked at him for a few seconds and adjusted her glasses. "I'm sorry. What? He leaves?"

"Yeah," another student agreed.

"But aren't you all trying to graduate in May? With top grades to get a job or go to grad school?" she asked as she looked around. She was met with nodding heads and a few blank stares as she set her notebooks down at the front of the small room. "Well..." she started, unsure what she should do. "Let me look at your grades a little closer. Maybe we can work on some things from your classes?" She pulled out her information packet on these students. Indeed two of them did have perfect 4.0 GPAs, but there were a few who could use some help with their grades.

"So are you going to stay?" a third student asked. "Even after you take attendance? And help us?"

Jessica was appalled as she stood there with her hands on her hips. "Yeah. I'm going to stay. And we're going to talk about which classes you might be struggling with? You still have some time left in the semester to bring your grades up."

Just then, the door at the back of the room opened, and Dr. Rosenthal walked in, quietly taking a seat off to the side. "Sorry I'm late," he muttered. "Just pretend I'm not even here."

Great. Jessica's first foray into her tenure being reviewed would be when she wasn't even teaching her own subject with her own students. A flash of panic hit her in the face. Her palms started to sweat. Her trusty high heels suddenly felt very uncomfortable. The snack Jake packed for her was sitting like a brick in her stomach.

"Uh, are there any specific classes or questions in general that I can help you with?" she asked lamely as she wiped her hands on her suit jacket.

"Organic chemistry," a handful groaned in unison, and she supposed that was at least somewhere to start.

"Okay," she said, watching Rosenthal scribble something in his notebook. "Does anyone have that textbook with them? So I can take a look?"

A minute later, she had the chapter in front of her, and everyone had moved their seats a little closer to the board. With some help from the students themselves, she wrote a few problems out. She had to consult the text frequently, and she had to Google something on her phone, but they did manage to solve the first one correctly. She also noticed a text from Jake when she had her phone out.

Hey, Smart Girl. I just know you're killing it right now. Call me after work.

His words made her push through the second problem on the board. And then a third and a fourth. With only a few minutes left in the class, she passed around her red notebook and said, "Please write down your email address. I could pull them from the campus catalog, but that will take too long. I'll email out more Organic Chem problems to work on for next week, and I'll talk to Dr. Snyder and see if he can give me any idea of what he might be focusing on for his final exam, okay? And please email me if you need help with anything specific," she added, writing her own email address on the board.

When she turned around, they were all scribbling it down. And Dr. Rosenthal was smiling up at her; she'd forgotten he was even in the room. A few of the students thanked her as they stood to leave, and she handed the borrowed textbook back. This was going to be a lot more work than she anticipated.

"Well, Dr. Reed," Rosenthal murmured as he stood. "Chemistry is not your subject, is it?" he asked with a chuckle.

She groaned softly. "Was it that obvious? I don't even know any good chemistry jokes."

"Oh, I do," he promised. "I subscribe to the science joke of the day website. I could start forwarding the jokes to you if you'd like?"

She nodded and laughed. "That would be nice, Dr. Rosenthal."

Then she watched him write something in his notebook about forwarding the emails to her, and she realized he really was a very sweet person. But she was afraid that this class would reflect poorly upon her, and she was just about to tell him that when he tucked his pencil behind his ear.

"I thought you did a good job with these students today, especially since you aren't proficient in the subject. I'll be seeing you in your Quantum Mechanics lecture in about an hour or so."

Jessica watched him hustle out of the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. And sure enough, later that afternoon, Dr. Rosenthal got to see her shine as she taught her favorite class. And Advanced Calculus was there, too, taking her own set of notes. And then Jessica felt a lot better.

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Jake sat at the Hard Deck on Friday night with a beer in one hand and Bradley sitting next to him. He'd invited Jessica to come, but she told him she had to write down some chemistry problems. Coming from literally any other woman, Jake would have assumed she was lying as a way to dismiss him, but he believed every word she told him.

"Where's Dr. Tits?" he asked Bradley with a smirk as he sipped his beer.

Bradley grunted in response. "Working late. She has a lecture until eight. That's why I'm not staying long tonight. I told her I'd pick her up before nine."

Jake checked the time. It was barely seven. He hadn't been to the Hard Deck in weeks. Maybe months. He'd been spending all of his time with Jessica at Chippy's. He kind of missed that cranky, old man. He also missed being in an environment where he hadn't hooked up with every woman present. As he looked around the bar, he started to get a little uncomfortable.

"Wanna shoot some pool?" Bradley asked him, and Jake got up out of his seat immediately and headed toward the pool table.

"You can break," Jake told him as he watched Bradley rack the balls. He was going to lose anyway, and he didn't even mind. Occasionally he glanced around the room, and it registered to him that if he wasn't dating Jessica, he'd be taking one of these women home with him. "I need something stronger," he murmured. "You want a whiskey or two?"

"Sure," Bradley replied, eyeing him closely. "But just one for me."

"Yeah, alright," Jake told him before turning toward the bar where Penny was working at a blistering pace filling orders. He had to wait a minute to get her attention, but she smiled at him when he said, "Penny, my dear, I'll take three Maker's Marks. Neat."

"Of course," she replied. "You sharing them with Rooster or with... someone else? Or two someone elses?"

Jake's eyes settled on the two younger women who were eyeing him up across the bar. They didn't turn away when he made eye contact, rather they looked even more excited. But two of the whiskeys were meant for him. Maybe to take the edge off of the nerves he was feeling being out for the night without his girlfriend.

"Nah," Jake told her as she poured. "Just ol' Rooster."

She winked at him as she added them to his tab. "Enjoy."

He wanted to enjoy his drinks. He planned to. He carried the three glasses back to the pool table with every intention of downing two of them and giving the third to Bradley. But he could tell he was being followed now, so he stepped through the crowd a little faster to reach his destination.

Jake was handing a glass to Bradley when he knew it was too late. "Hey, fellas," said the first girl who had the fucking nerve to even look a bit like Jessica. "Can we join you?"

"We always wanted to learn how to play pool," chimed in the second one who was barely wearing any clothing.

"I'm married," Bradley told them blandly, holding up his left and barely looking at them before he lined up a really nice shot. "And my wife is hot. And I'm not interested. You're up, Hangman."

"Are you married?" the first one asked Jake as he downed both drinks, one after the other.

He looked at her and backed away a few inches. "Well, no."

"Teach us how to play pool?" she whined, her hand coming to rest on his chest.

And it suddenly occurred to Jake that he had never turned a woman down before in his life. He'd never had to. He'd always been game. Sure, he'd been shot down himself on occasion, but this wasn't something he was used to doing at all. He turned to Bradley for help, but just got a disappointed look in return the longer he waffled. And Jake already felt like he had failed his girlfriend.

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Jessica was sitting on her bed examining Jake's birthday gift that arrived in the mail earlier. It was perfect. She giggled and kicked her feet, knowing exactly where he should hang it at his place. She was carefully putting it in the frame and attaching the back when her phone rang.

"Jake!" she gushed answering his call. It was after ten o'clock now, and she was exhausted from all the extra work involved with taking Brian's class and actually doing something to help his students. "How was the bar?"

"I miss you, Jess," he drawled, a harsh edge coming through in his voice. "Can I... can I come over?"

"Yes," she told him right away. "Come over."

"Okay." Then the call went silent. He didn't sound like himself, and Jessica became a little concerned as she packed up all of the chemistry notes that were littering her bed. She put Jake's birthday gift in a box in her closet, and then slipped her robe over her silk nightgown.

When Jake knocked just a few minutes later, she was surprised he was already there. She was going to have to copy a key so he could just let himself in going forward, but her mind went blank when she opened the door. He looked a little drunk. He smelled a bit drunk. She wondered if he drove himself over, and that thought made her stomach lurch as he walked inside and locked the door behind him.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly as he collected her in his arms and started toward the bedroom.

"Yeah," he grunted. "Just needed you."

He needed her. She let him kick off his shoes and remove about half of his clothing, and then he was reaching for her again. Jake snuggled next to her in bed and fell asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her.

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Jake. Don't be a fuckboy. We trusted you. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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patriwoso · 10 months

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Happy tears • Alexia Putellas

Alexia celebrates with her toddler daughter after the win against Netherlands

"Smile Y/N! A picture for Mami before she gets to the stadium!" Olga grins at you as you pull a cheesy grin, you little front teeth on show.

"Chippy." You point to Olga's lunch and hope she's going to give you one of her fries.

She chuckles and puts a few fries in the side of your mac and cheese bowl.

Abuela Eli, sat beside you, reminds you to close your mouth whilst you eat. You nod and follow her instructions.

Having just turned two you were being introduced to a knife and fork, you pick up your plastic fork and use both of your little hands to hold it to stab into a piece of macaroni.

"Good girl!" Eli praises you as you begin giggling and go shy and chew on your food.

You take your time to eat your food, making Olga and Eli wait around for an extra long time.

"See Mami now!" You put your fork on the table and try to get down.

Olga is quick to stop you, a baby wipe at the ready for your sticky hands and mouth.

You make a stop at the car so she can change you into your Spain kit, Alexia 11 on your back like usual.

"See Mami! See Mami!" You skipped toward the stadium, holding on Olga's hand.

"When Mami play?" You shrugged your shoulders and sulked a little as you were still waiting for Mama to be subbed onto the pitch.

Eli keeps you distracted with your soft toy and a packet of sweets which ends up making you hyper and squirmy.

They allow you to get down and jump and clap to the chants and songs the fans sing. You go down a couple of steps to sit on the concrete floor at the bottom of the stand where the fence is.

Peering through the gap you look to see if you can spy out Mami anywhere but you can't see her.

Eli calls you back up to sit closer by them so they can keep an eye on you.

You plop yourself into Olga's lap and she explains what is happening in the game for you.

"Want Mami" You play with your bunny, beginning to get bored.

"She'll come on soon, mi querida "Eli smiles.

Eventually, Mami does get subbed onto the pitch. You jump up and down and clap your hands, waving them about in the air and giggling as everyone watches you. "MAMI MAMI!" You shout as she runs onto the pitch.

You begin to get more engaged in the game now, asking Olga questions in your toddler babble.

When Salma scores you clap again and giggle even more, looking around as everyone goes crazy. You don't quite understand why they're going as crazy as they are but you look up at Olga and flash her another big cheesy grin.

At full time you ask Olga and Eli to see Mami, they go down to the front and you look through the railings, waving at Ona and Aitana as they walk past to find their families.

You get a little confused when you see mamas teammates crying. You thought this was a happy moment?

"MAMI!" You shout when you see her walk around from the bench with Jenni and Mariona. "MAMMII" You shout even louder so she can hear you after the noise of the crowd.

When she spots you waving your hands and smiling brightly she leaves her team and rushes over. You see tears in her eyes too and want to be in her arms to give her a cuddle.

"Down Mami!" You tell her, trying to reach through the metal rails by sticking your arm through whilst crouching on the floor.

"I can't reach you, bebita." She sighs.

"Down!" You point to Alexia and stamp your feet, getting frustrated and upset as you just want to be with Mami and it doesn't seem to be happening.

Your not sure who, but someone lifts you up and lowers you over the railing so Mami can hold you to take you on the field.

"Mami no cry!" You gasp, putting your hands on her cheeks and pouting your bottom lip which begins to quiver.

"These are happy tears, mi princesa. We are in the semi final! Do you know what that means?" She sniffles, smiling as she kisses your cheek gently.

You shake your head and look at her, intrigued.

"It means we nearly win a trophy!" She grins.

You gasp a little and smile. "Trophy!"

Mami nods. "Maybe, if we keep playing really well." A few more tears drip from her eyes.

"Happy tears" You repeat what she says, using your little fingers to carefully wipe the tears from Mami's face, trying to be gentle.

"I like w- watch, I. Um." You waffle, trying to get the toddler babble out again. "Watching you play ball"

"You like watching Mami play ball?" She chuckles softly, kissing you softly. "Such a sweet girl." She rubs your back gently and cuddles you. "I love you, bebita. So much." She breathes as your head is buried into her neck.

"Mami? Um, Olg- Olgi show you my roni?" You ask, lifting your head up and running your finger down Mami's cheek.

"Sí, she sent me the photo of you eating macaroni." Mama giggled softly, happy to know that's all you care about.

You grin brightly and fall limp into her arms as she sways you side to side, whispering sweet words in your ear so you can hear her over the noise of the crowd.

She calls up to Eli and Olga that she is going to take you through to the change rooms and that she'll meet them upstairs.

You become a little meerkat, well that's always what Mapi used to say.

Moving your head side to side and peering over Mami's shoulder to look at everything and everyone.

You refuse to walk, a little bit shy in such a big place, so you stay safe in Mami's arms.

She holds your head against her as you go through the mixed zone, avoiding your face getting in pictures and videos unnecessarily as that isn’t something you should have to be doing at 2 years old. You didn’t need you face plastered all over the media.

“Mama you pretty” You look at her once your through the busy section of the stadium, looking at the way her smile brightens up and her eyes are all glossy with tears but in such a beautiful way.

“Thank you, my baby.” She smiles, rubbing your face softly and giving you more kisses.

“Look Y/N!” You follow where Mami is pointing and see Mateo running down the hall beside Irene.

You try to wriggle free, so Mama puts you on the floor and lets you run off to him as the hall is pretty empty.

“Hola Mateo!” You giggle, doing a little wave to the small boy.

You play together in the hall whilst Mama and Irene talk, cry together and laugh.

When you turn around to see Mami crying again you are quick to run back over and make sure she’s okay.

“Happy tears mami?” You ask, putting your hands up in a little shrug.

“Sí, happy tears.” She promises.

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rrking · 3 months

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Some General BG HCs

Me and my wifey often discuss Astarion things in real life, and there are a few that I thought I would share.

Spoiler warning⚠

Astarion

Random knowledge bank. Meeting your parents for the first time and your dad wants to talk about history? Ask Astarion, if he doesn't just know, he remembers.

Enjoys going to the library. Does not enjoy the rabble who also enjoy the library. You have to explain to him over and over about library cards and infrared scanners so he doesn't just nope out and steal the book. Also gets annoyed when books from his time are revised.

Don't want to touch the raw meat packaging? No worries, Astarion will lick it up for you. Imagine him leant against the kitchen counter sucking up the blood from that piece of paper at the bottom of the mince. (A wifey thought)

On the subject of blood, if you cut your finger in the house he will be licking that up for you with a leering grin. Dragging it out so he can watch how you roll your eyes at him.

Comes in late, as usual, but this time after taking out every fucking goose or pigeon in the local area. The council are unhappy. Astarion is ecstatic. Word of a bird plague is sweeping through the borough. You are not happy with Astarion. Astarion doesn't care about the council until they put your council tax up.

Glares out of the window at kids playing but won't admit they're kind of cute. Especially glarey when kids come to the door trick or treating. Bonus points if they're dressed as vampires... Maybe he'll compliment them. "Darlings, look at your adorable little capes! Does your mother know you lot are prancing around dressed like monsters?" Will absolutely deny any niceties when you look at him knowingly, a smirk appearing on your lips as you notice the bucket of sweets he's holding, still excited after giving the children far more than they needed. or asked for.

Moans and groans when you watch vampire films. "Darling, turn that nonsense off, would you? Were you curious about vampires, you have one right here."

Groans even more when you watch law and order style programs, particularly court ones. Bad memories. "And why did he not get the death sentence?!"

Serial social media meme stealer.

Always creeps up behind you when you are looking in the mirror, ready to scare you. Or shag you, you be the judge.

Gale

Want chippy but don't want to get up or wait for an order? Blink. Gale will blink there and back. What's faster than Uber Eats? Going via the Astral Plane.

100000% will make you a brew if you ask :) He turns up with your favourite mug and your drink exactly the way you like it.

The type of man to run you a hot bath ready when you get in from work or if you've had a hard day just because.

Definitely discovers Nivea for Men.

Remembers things like birthdays and anniversaries.

Sees shiny things and wonders if they're infused with the weave. Gazing through the jewellery shop window.

Suffers through Harry Potter at Christmas wondering where all the elegant wizards are.

Started a thing where you leave post it notes for one another with sweet nothings on. Today as you're walking past the calendar pinned to the kitchen wall, you spot a new post it note. This one is pink and bares Gale's graceful handwriting. It reads: "My most special one, everyday I wake up next to you I feel luckier than the last. Have a great day x" Such devoted notes leave you feeling warm inside.

Halsin

Prefers to buy 'living herbs' than ground jar ones because NATURE.

Is that person who goes past an adult shop and says loudly "let's go inside!"

Definitely gets stuck in garden chairs and the like due to being so massive. Don't get this man in a smart car.

Stands up at barbecues if the chair is too small. It probably is.

Literally has to be told to avoid the bear story to others because they will not understand but tells it anyway if he gets too drunk.

Actually finds it quite difficult to adapt to modern society almost more than Lae'zel.

If you live in the countryside, Halsin definitely finds it a little easier, but if you live in the city he is constantly asking questions. The thing that catches his eye today is a statue above the bank door - a lion with a key in his mouth. "Does that petrified displacer beast not wish to return to the wilderness?" "Halsin, that is a statue of a lion with a key in it's mouth." "...Oh. Why does it guard a key?" You look at him curiously, unsure of how to answer such an innocent question. "It's just HSBC's thing... I don't actually know."

Struggles to find clothes that actually fit.

Will share you a meme you tagged him in and never truly understand the new technology.

Totally enjoys long walks and feeding ducks. Eats all of the bread.

Tries to speak to the animals at the zoo. (Wifey)

Incosolably weeps at nature programs. Very confused when you try to explain that nature has to take it's course for them to film.

First thought upon seeing CGI animals dancing and talking : "IT'S A DRUID!"

Votes Green Party.

Lae'zel

Lae'zel struggles the most to integrate into modern society.

She takes up some form of fighting WWE and does not understand why the fighters don't actually hurt each other.

She complains about this after making absolute bank of course. "Ch'k! These istik talk about fighting for glory - Yet they simply roughhouse for pitiful coin." "Yeah, but look at how famous you are, Lae'zel..." Rollin', rollin', all my bitches rollin'.

Hates ood in Doctor Who for obvious reasons. "Tsk'va, ghaik!"

Wifey came up with 'Bae'zel'.

Karlach

Believes stupid spam emails you have to send onto others. (Wifey thought of this)

Shares that post of the missing dog on the other side of the world who was found 3 years ago.

Discovers TikTok, only shares animal videos and smashes TikTok dances.

Discovers aircon. 🥺

Discovers hot wing challenges... Excels at said hot wing challenges. and collects all the t shirts for winning food challenges.

Shadowheart

Posts things on Facebook like 'Shar/Selune keeps me in check. Like, share and comment 'Praise be to Shar/Selune' if she keeps you in check." Definitely gets flamed by the others.

Ends up with cute hobbies like paper quilling and crafts. Makes things for you. "You've really improved your crochet, Shadowheart! What is this one called?" Gives him a simple name like Bob or Clyde and puts him with the rest, cramming the mantle with them.

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finelinevogue · 2 years

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the warmest bed

summary - your bed is the warmest harry’s ever stayed in

warnings: negative past relationships, swearing, inspo

word count: 1k

“Y/N?”

You shuffled up the stairs, turning of the hallway light with the spare hand that wasn’t juggling a cup of tea.

“Yeah?” You called back to Harry, who you knew was already in bed waiting for your daily bedtime cuddle together.

“Did I turn the heating off?”

“Yeah, H. Y’did.”

Walking upstairs and into your bedroom, Harry had his pyjamas on over his white wife-beater shirt and boxers. They matched yours identically. Yes, you were that couple. He was all snuggled into the cotton sheets and feathered duvet, ready for a long sleep after a busy day.

Only after a cuddle or two, though.

“What?” You giggled, wondering why he was being so bashful.

“Just excited to have you sleeping next to me.” He pulled back the duvet to allow you to slip in next to him, not wasting any time to draw himself closer towards you.

He smelt like home. His nighttime routine meant that his face smelt freshly washed and his breathe slightly minty from the toothpaste. His hair was slightly greasy, but that was nothing a morning shower together wouldn’t fix. He was gorgeous under the soft night-light glow, his face slightly dewy from the products he used.

“Really?”

“You might as well break up with me if I wasn’t excited. Nights with you are my favourite, Y/N.” He smiled, slinking his arm around your waist to pull you closer towards him again. Your hand went straight up to his hair, threading your fingers through the brown locks and massaging away the stress of the day.

“Tell me more.” You spoke softly to him, not needing to fill the room with your voice when he was so close to you.

“The only way to describe how I feel when you’re here, is this is the warmest bed i’ve ever slept in.”

His eyes caught yours and you could tell there was a hint of sadness behind those pretty eyes of wonder. You furrowed your eyebrows thinking about him being even slightly sad, because if you could you’d keep him in a bubble of happiness forever.

Leaning in, by not very much, you used the grasp on his hair to pull him closer towards you and meet your lips. You watched his eyes follow the movements of your lips, before closing his eyes when you closed yours. You pushed your lips onto his, hoping he could sense how much you loved him just by the simple gesture. It was only a little kiss, but it was filled with as much passion and love as any other.

When you pulled back, Harry’s cheeks had gone slightly rosy and a little ringlet of hair had fallen to his eyes. After moving the hair back into its place, you moved back so you weren’t completely breathing in each other.

“What was that for, hm?” He asked, looking at your lips to see that he’d left them beautifully tinted.

“I can tell when you’re sad. Your big soft eyes give you away.” You smiled at him kindly.

“Y’always tell me that.” He smiled back.

“Some people wear their hearts on their sleeve, whereas you wear yours in your eyes.”

Harry’s eyes smiled at yours, sparkling with so much love. His eyes often twinkled like a beautiful night sky when he was extra, deeply, in love with you and this was one of those times. Other times had been when he’d first met you at your local chippy, or when you gave his nephew your chocolate chip cookie even though you’d been looking forward to it all day, and especially when you’d met him at the end of the aisle.

“Now you don’t look so sad.” You took note of his eyes looking happier.

“That’s because now i’m thinking of you.” He chuckled like a 14 year old girl having a crush.

“And who were you thinking of before?”

Harry didn’t need to verbally answer because his eyes did all the talking. The way they down casted to look at the space between you both and his lips slightly frowned, made you realise he was thinking of his ex-girlfriend. The woman who tainted his heart to profit off of his fame. The ex-girlfriend that broke him so dearly that you were afraid to be the one to fix his heart.

“She doesn’t deserve a second thought from you, H. Or anyone, for that matter.” You told him, knowing sometimes he just needed some reassurance.

“I know. I’m not sad because of what she did or who she was. I get sad thinking about who I would be if I’d never have found you.” His eyes re-met yours and you could tell he needed a little bit of loving.

“You would’ve been okay. I believe you would’ve been strong enough to mend your own heart.” You smiled warmly, reminding him not to take himself for granted.

“Maybe. Still would mean a world without you and a bed left cold.”

“But I am here.” You told him, attempting to get him to realise the positives.

“You are.” He nodded.

He leant in to give your nose a soft touch with his own nose, humming in appreciation as you tugged at his hair for a continued massage.

“So don’t think about her. Think about how strong you are and how loved you continue to be. You are a fucking amazing person, H, and more of a decent human than anything she’ll amount to.“

He kissed you because he couldn’t wait another moment not to. You were his and no one knew how much time you’d have together, so he’d take every kiss he could.

“I don’t know how I found you or if the universe just decided that it was our time to meet in this life, but I could never leave you, or this bed, knowing it’s the warmest i’ve ever felt.”

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gretaswhore28 · 3 months

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Puck You

Hockey Player!Nick Folio x Reader

WARNINGS: hockey fights, backshots, oral (f receiving), creampie, biting, drinking, missionary, excessive use of “good girl” and “fuck”, possessive Folio

You were sitting in lower bowl waiting for the game to start. Your boyfriend Nick was a forward for the Pittsburgh Penguins. They had just finished up warmups so it’d be another 15 minutes before they went back on the ice. Tonight they were playing the Carolina Hurricanes, a rival for them.

Nick had told you earlier in the day that if Sebastian Aho said one small remark during the game, he was beating his ass. You’re holding him to it knowing that he most likely will. It happens pretty well every time they play the Canes. Aho never knew how to keep his mouth shut. Within time, the boys came out and lined up for the opening and for puck-drop.

The first period went relatively smoothly. The score being 1-1 and just slightly chippy from both teams. The second period being 3-1 ____. The Canes weren’t too happy about it either. Their boys getting visibly frustrated when they played even though there was still another period left. You could see Aho starting to say some shit to the guys as well. Throwing some more shoves than the first period.

The third period was definitely the most eventful. The score being 4-2 at the ten minute mark. Aho and Nick’s lines were both out again. You could see the two yelling at each other during plays. Nick was keeping his cool the best he could, until Aho checked Guentzel into the boards pretty hard. As soon as he did, Nick had both gloves flung off and had him by the shoulder pads, gripping him by the collar. Before Aho could even get his gloves off, Nick had landed a solid hit to his cheekbone. It didn’t take but a second for Aho to get his gloves off and throw one back at him. Nick had always been pretty good at avoiding most hits towards him, Aho only being able to land a couple. Nick had managed to land a few more solid hits before Aho was on the ice. Nick skated off towards the penalty box, his cheek being split a little. His helmet was off at this point, in his hand from where he picked it up. He threw his head back and then pushed his hair back out of his face, absolutely soaked from sweat. You could tell he was still fuming. He slammed the door closed behind him, both players receiving a two minute minor for roughing.

After that, the period stayed chippy, but ended with the Pens winning 5-2. You left your seat and went to where the families could meet with the players and talked with the other hockey wives and girlfriends. Eventually the guys started walking out. Nick walked up to you, wearing the suit he walked in wearing. He pulled you into a hug and buried his face into your neck. “The son of a bitch wouldn’t keep his mouth shut. Before he thew Guentzel into the boards he started making remarks about you” he mumbled. “You know he was only saying it to get to you babe, it’s okay” you told him, wanting him to calm down. He shot you a look, silently telling you that you’d talk about it at home.

The drive home was pretty quiet. You held his hand, trying to give him comforting touches. You got home and he unlocked the front door, holding it open for you. The two of you walked inside and he couldn’t help but smirk at seeing his last name on the back of your jersey. He closed and locked the door after he walked inside, kicking his shoes off by the door. He shrugged off his blazer and rolled the sleeves of his white button up to his elbows. “Go on upstairs for me baby, I’ll be there in a second” he tells you gently, pulling you in and kissing your temple. You hum in response, kicking your shoes off and then going to your bedroom.

He walked into the kitchen, getting himself some ibuprofen to help with the dull throb from the cut on his cheek. Then he grabbed a glass and poured himself a glass of whiskey. With the glass in hand, he headed to the bedroom. By the time he made it, you had taken your pants off. You were in the attached bathroom taking your makeup off, still wearing the jersey. He walked up behind you, setting his whisky on the counter, then wrapping his arms around you. “Love seeing my name on this jersey. Another way to make sure people know your mine” he mumbles, pressing lazy kisses to your neck.

You smiled at his words and actions. “So what exactly did Aho say to you?” You asked, wanting to know. He exhaled heavily before speaking, “fucker was saying that he could take you away from me. Saying that he could fuck you better, love you better. I tried to not do anything so he would think I wasn’t bothered by it, but then he threw my boy into the boards and that’s what did it for me. So I put his ass in his place” he said lowly. You were stunned a little bit by the fact that Aho thought it was okay for him to say that during a game of all places.

You turned around in his arms, hands coming up to cup his face. You noticed the broken skin, feeling slight relief that the trainers cleaned it up a bit. “Baby, you are the only one I want. Aho is a fucking bitch that likes to run his mouth.” He smiled at your words, looking down. He looked back up at you and kissed you softly. He picked you up my the thighs, setting you on the counter. He leaned around you and grabbed his whisky, taking a drink before holding it up to your lips. You took a drink, the liquid burning down your throat, warming you up instantly. He took it back and finished the rest of the glass. His eyes darkening as he looked back down at you. “Even after you saying that, I still think you need reminded as to who owns this cute little pussy of yours sweetheart” he grumbles against your neck, placing open-mouthed kisses.

He picked you up by the thighs again, carrying you to bed. He laid you down, taking his time to kiss on you. He pushes the jersey up, seeing that you already took your bra off. He didn’t think too much of it because he knows you like to sleep the jersey from time to time. He grins to himself, then leans down to swipe his tongue over your nipple. His hand moving to grope your other breast. Fingers rolling the hardened nipple between them. He nips and sucks on the underside of your breast, drawing whines out from you. He switches sides and does the same to the other. Before he pulls off, he bites gently at your nipple, drawing a small cry from you.

He sits back on his heels then looks at you, his hands on the waistband of your panties. “Can I take these off baby?” He asks. He’d always been adamant about asking to take them off, even when you told him he could just do it. You nodded your head, replying a verbal yes to him, Nick pulls them off, putting them in the pocket of his slacks. He puts his hand on your inner knee, spreading your legs gently. A blush spreading across your cheeks as he stares at your pussy, licking his lips. He leans down, pressing kisses up your inner thighs, taking his time, teasing you. “So wet from me princess. You look so fucking pretty from this angle” he smirks at you, blowing air gently at your exposed cunt. The action makes you whimper, trying to close your legs a little. He holds them open and then presses a kiss to your clit. He ghosts his lips over it, looking up at you, then licks a stripe up your pussy, sucking on your clit after as he catches it in his mouth. A light moan comes from you. “Jesus Nick” you breathe out, your head laying back against the pillow, enjoying the moment. Your hand moves to rest in his hair. You can feel him smile against you, he brings his hand up, tracing his fingers around your opening, then sinking a finger inside. A groan coming from your lips from the feeling. He licks at your clit while playing with you, watching your reactions. Your grip getting slightly tighter on his hair. He adds a second finger, doing a ‘come here’ motion with them, trying to work you towards your orgasm.

Moans from the back of your throat come from you, your hips starting to move to meet his movements. “Gettin’ close for me baby? Gonna cum on my face?” He teases, already knowing the answer. You nod quickly “uh huh” you choke out. He sucks on your clit a little harder, pushing his tongue onto it repeatedly to add a little more pressure. “Cmon baby, cum for me. Give it to me, wanna taste you” he groans against you. You do as he instructs, you pull his hair and press your head back into the pillows. Your thighs clench around his head as you cum, strings of moans coming from you. “That’s it, good girl. Good fucking girl for me” he says lowly against you, tongue fucking you through your orgasm.

After the waves pass, he pulls off of you, wiping your cum off his mouth on his arm. He leans up to you and kisses you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away, letting you take his shirt off. He gets up off the bed and tugs his slacks and boxers off, then crawls back onto you. He rests his weight on you, letting you feel his cock against your stomach.

“M’gonna be so fuckin deep baby” he leans up a little bit. He puts his thumb to right above where his tip rests on you “see baby? So deep in that pretty little cunt” he mumbles against your lower neck.

You whimper as he speaks. “Nicky please, I want it” you mumble against the side of his head. He pulls back and ghosts his lips over yours, teasing you. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you baby?” He says lowly. You whine and nod your head. He grabs his dick, lining it up with you. He taps it against you, then sinks in slowly. Both of you sharing a moaning at the feeling. He gives you slow, deep thrusts, wanting you to feel every inch of him. One hand on your waist, the other against the headboard to hold himself up. “Fuck you’re perfect. Like god made you just for me” he groans, his head falling forward. His hair falling in his face.

Your hands move to grab his neck, pulling him down to kiss you. He moans into the kiss, loving the attention. “Harder Nicky, please” you beg slightly. “Yeah?” He asks, starting to fuck you harder “want me to rough you up a bit?” His thrusts are hard and deep now, his tip hitting the spot you love. “Fuck, god yes” you moan out. Your eyes closing, head leaning further into the pillows. He leans down and starts to nip and bite at your neck. The hand that rested on your waist moving to hike your leg up over his hip, holding it there.

The new angle causes you to moan louder, your pussy fluttering against him. You move your hand down to play with your clit, your mouth gaping open at the added stimulation. “He could never fuck you like this. I’m the only one that can make you feel good. You’re mine. This pussy, in mine” he eventuates his last words with harder thrusts, causing you to moan louder. “Just you Nick, only you” you breath out.

He pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. Before you even have time to whine about feeling empty, he’s filling you back up again. Fucking you how he wants to. His thrusts are desperate, hard and fast. The jersey falling to gather around your waist. He places his hand between your shoulder blades and pushes your chest down to the bed. He then wraps on arm around your waist to play with your clit, the other holding your hip, pulling you back into him. He watches as your ass ripples with each thrust. He’s drinking in the sounds of your moans and whines, getting drunk off of them.

“God you look so pretty like this. Fucked out look on your face, my jersey on you, my cock deep inside of you. Wish I could see it everyday baby” he groans. He brings his hand off your hip and lands a smack against your ass, gripping onto it. You start fucking yourself back onto him “m’so close baby” you say. “Yeah? Gonna cum on my cock like the good girl you are princess? Give it to me, lemme feel it” he groans. Almost instantly, you grip the sheets in your hands, fucking yourself back against him more as your orgasm takes over you. Whines and moans rip from your chest. “Fuck Nicky, oh my god” you cry out. Nick moans as he feels you clamp down onto him. He fucks you through your orgasm, then puts both hands on your hips, fucking you roughly, chasing his orgasm. “God baby, where do you want me?” He asks. His breathing becoming labored. “Inside baby. Want you to fill me up” you moan out. As soon as you say the word, his chest is pressed against your back as he gives a few sloppy thrusts, cumming deep inside of you. He’s whining in your ear, working himself through it.

He stays there for a few minutes, catching his breath. He leans up, pushing his hair out of his face, then watches as he pulls out, groaning when he sees his cum leak out of you. He gives your ass another smack, grabbing onto it. “God I’ll never get tired of seeing that” he chuckles to himself.

He gets off the bed and tells you he’ll be right back. He comes back after a few minutes with a couple bottles of water, some snacks, and a warm washcloth. He helps you to lay on your back, then cleans you up. He hands you the water, already having the cap off of it for you. He kisses your forehead then goes and grabs a fresh pair of panties for you, helping you put them on. He cleans himself off, then pulls on a pair of sweats. “Doing okay baby? Is there anything else you want?” He asks, wanting to make sure his girl is good. “Yeah baby, I’m okay. I would love if you came back to bed though” you smile at him. A grin forms on his face and he crawls back into bed with you. You move to cuddle up to him, laying on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, pressing another loving kiss to your forehead. “Yeah, Aho could never do that shit” you laugh. He leans his head back and groans then laughs with you. “Jesus, enough about that bitch” he jokes, then tilts your chin up to kiss you. “You know I love you right?” He asks against your lips. “The most.”

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ihearthes · 6 months

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Christmas Thyme Part 2

Author: @ihearthes

Pairing: Harry x Reader Insert (1st person)

Rating: Smut (NSFW, 18+ Only)

Word Count: 3060

READ Part 1 HERE

Leaving the bank where I’ve deposited the day’s earnings, I notice Harry has his hands stuffed in his pockets as he jauntily walks beside me. “Not a fan of the cold?” I ask, and he shakes his head.

“I’ve gotten better at it.” He huddles in his coat. “There was a time when being cold was the worst thing in the world. I would shiver no matter how many layers I had on.”

“That’s me to my core. I can be cold anytime, anywhere. But you chose to live in London instead of Los Angeles. Why?” Genuinely curious, I watch his face as we walk towards the closest chippy. I said I’d buy him dinner for his help, but I’m still trying to save every penny I can and sink it back into the business. So his usual elegant fare is not on the menu tonight, and he’ll just have to deal with that. Not that he seems the least bit upset or offended by the idea of fish and chips.

He glances at me.

“Oh,” I reply to his glance. “I get it. Off limits. Private. Personal.” Waving my hand, I seek to soothe him. “Don’t even worry, Harry. You don’t owe me answers to my inane questions.”

“Sorry,” he mutters. “It’s not really a big secret or anything –”

“Doesn’t matter. You have the right to choose what you share with strangers.”

“True.” Hunching his shoulders, he looks away from me. “It was definitely warmer in LA which I enjoyed. And I know a lot of people there – many who are friends – close friends even. But…it just never felt like home, you know? During the pandemic, I was there at first, and it just all felt so…off. Not me, you know?”

I nod. “Same experience when I moved away from London for work. It just didn’t feel like it fit. Coming home to take care of my dad was a blessing in more ways than one.” Arriving at the chippy, I glance at my watch. “Shit. They close soon.”

“Guess we’ll have to order takeaway.”

I don’t ask where we’ll eat it. The possibilities make my stomach flip upside down. Yanking on the handle, he holds the door for me as we walk into the blast of heat. The sultry tones of “The Christmas Song” by Greg Spero, and it makes my heart happy. Grinning, my smile widens when Harry takes my hand and twirls me around as though we had been dancing the entire way here. He waltzes me to the counter where the guy looks at us wearily.

“We’re closing soon.” The attitude borders on surly but doesn’t quite make it.

“No problem,” Harry replies. “We’ll have two suppers for takeaway. Mushy peas?” He asks me, and I nod eagerly.

“We’re out of peas.” The sentence is short, and the young man who delivers it sounds bored.

“Then just the fish and chips, my good man!” Harry’s energy is the exact opposite of our order taker who simply sighs, punches some buttons on the register, and lazily shouts, “Two suppers! Takeaway!”

As Harry begins to remove his wallet, I playfully nudge him aside, withdrawing money from my back pocket and placing it on the counter. “My treat, remember?”

“I would never forget that.” His response is lighthearted and jolly. “After all, I slaved all day for my pay.”

“All day?” I scoff. “Try two hours.”

“Still…”

“Mhm.” I follow my doubtful tone with a grin, and he grins back. I swear we stand there beaming at each other until the order is ready. It’s both dorky and endearing. Which is about what I imagined meeting this man would include – if, I mean, I’d ever thought about meeting him.

Swinging the bag with our supper inside, Harry steps onto the pavement outside. “Where to?”

I bite my lip. “Well, we could go trace our steps back to the shop or…” Hesitating, I finally reveal the second choice. “...my dad’s flat is just around the corner here.” I gesture with my hand, and Harry’s eyes widen before they narrow.

“If you’re planning to kidnap me, I’ll have you know I’ve left a trail for the police to locate me.”

“Dammit,” I smile. “Foiled again.” His teasing has put me at ease, and I start leading him to my home. “Usually I would never invite a man home when we’ve just met…”

“Yeah? What’s different about me?”

“I think I would have heard if there were a trail of bodies in every town you’ve visited. Not the kind of secret you could keep for long.”

Chuckling heartily, Harry shifts to the opposite side of the sidewalk when we cross the street. It’s a gentlemanly move, and it’s one I’ve not often had the pleasure of experiencing with the men I’ve dated. Not that they’ve been oafs or criminals or horrible humans. But they haven’t been chivalrous for sure.

When we arrive, I push open the gate and lead Harry to my garden flat. The front door leads us directly into the reception room.

“I thought you’d lived here for a couple of years?” Harry asks, surveying the boxes on the floor.

“Christmas decorations,” I laugh. “I’ve not had a chance to put anything up yet since I’ve been so busy with the store.” Removing the takeaway bag from his hand, I move towards the kitchen. “Let me put this on real plates.”

“Don’t do that,” Harry interjects. “No need for you to have to tidy up dishes.”

“Special occasion! I’ve got company.” From the cupboard, I withdraw plates for us. Opening the containers, I snag a chip and take a bite quickly. “Oh wow. They didn’t have mushy peas, but they certainly have mushy chips.”

“Uh oh.”

“It’s fine. Give me a minute to heat up the air fryer. I’ll crisp them up in no time.” Opening the fridge, I remove a bottle of white wine. “Perhaps you could open this for us?” Holding out the wine and the corkscrew, I’m relieved when he takes both while I locate wine glasses. Now that he’s here in my space, I feel anxious. While liquid courage might have the side effect of blurring some memories later, it will also assist me in the midst of this bizarre Hallmark Christmas movie I’ve walked into. Or rather that Harry walked into when he entered my store.

Connecting my phone to the bluetooth speaker, I start a jazz Christmas station playing as the air fryer beeps. Adding the chips to the container, I start it for three minutes. From behind me, I hear the glug of wine being poured from the bottle.

“My lady.” His voice is husky, and I turn at his words to find Harry holding out a glass of wine to me, filled nearly to the brim. “I think there’s something wrong with your bottle.” Holding up his glass, also completely full, he shows me the empty wine bottle. “It only holds two glasses of wine.”

I can’t help it. My laughter escapes, and the glass in my hand jiggles with my giggles until I have to take a sip to keep the wine from overflowing onto my hand. My face softening when I look at him, I hold up my glass in his general direction.

“Thank you for this tonight, Harry. You’ve made me laugh, and that’s not something I’ve done often enough lately.”

“I think you should laugh every day,” he grins, moving closer to me and clinking his glass with mine. “Thank you for keeping me entertained after my sister ditched me.”

Warren Wolf’s version of “Oh Christmas Tree” starts, and Harry takes my glass and sets both on the counter before he grasps my hand and puts his other hand on my waist as he twirls me around on the kitchen floor. Throwing my head back, I laugh out loud at the continuous twirling he leads me to do until I’m out of breath and somehow against the counter with Harry plastered close to me.

We’re both giggling and breathing heavily from the dancing until I look up and catch his eyes on mine. Holy shit. He’s so fucking hot. Those eyes alone make my knickers wet, but when his tongue darts out and his eyes focus on my mouth, I’m lost. This is how it happens in movies, right? And I’m currently sleepwalking through a Hallmark Christmas movie. So when he leans forward and touches our lips together, I go with it.

The melding of our mouths leads to his hands landing on my waist as he slides up the bottom of my jumper just enough to rub his thumbs on my bare skin. A moan leaves my mouth which also has the advantage of providing access for Harry’s tongue to enter, and I cannot get enough of his flavour. He tastes like candy canes and snowflakes. When he steps closer and slides his leg between my jean-clad thighs, I whimper. There’s no other word for the sound that rips itself from my throat.

Which is when the timer on the air fryer goes off.

I see. I’m not in a Hallmark Christmas movie. I’m in a television Christmas comedy. Figures.

Feeling Harry’s smile against my lips, I am grateful when he doesn’t abruptly separate from me but rather maintains his nearness while gazing into my eyes. A sheepishness comes over him then, and I blink to bring myself back to reality. “I am so sorry. I should have asked for consent. That was…rude.”

“Really? I was thinking how incredibly pleasant it was.”

The smirk makes an appearance, and he surveys me, removing his hands from my waist and stepping back so that his leg is no longer propping me up from being a giant pool of jelly on the floor. So I’m surprised when I remain standing, although I’m not surprised that my head follows his for a brief moment before I snap to attention.

Trying to get us back on track with supper, I politely say, “I think the chips are no longer wilted.”

“They’re not the only thing no longer wilted,” Harry says, and I glance at him sharply.

“We could –”

“Skip supper?” The enthusiasm in his voice dampens my panties further, and although that hadn’t been what I was going to say at all, I simply nod and go along with the suggestion.

Food? What’s food? I’ve eaten before. I’ll eat again. But right now I have a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to do something insane that I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

With my head’s singular bob, Harry steps forward again, burying his hands in my hair as he tilts my head back to delve back into the practice we’d been doing previously. Knowing where we’re headed this time, I have no qualms about sliding my hands under his crewneck and towards the waistband of his joggers.

He removes his mouth from mine long enough to blather on, “Are you – do you have – should we –”

“I’ve not had sex with another human in months. Definitely clean of STDs, and I have condoms. Somewhere.” Shit. Where were those?

“Per-” Instead of finishing the word, he plants his lips back on my mouth, his tongue mimicking the dance we’ll soon be doing if either of us has any say. And we do.

“Bedroom!” I exclaim as I break the seal between us, having just remembered that the condoms are in my bedside table drawer. Taking control (and his hand), I guide him towards my bedroom – the one my father had insisted I take over when I moved in, relegating the older man to the former guest room. “Pretty sure they’re in –” Without finishing my sentence, I’m sorting through the items in my drawer as I feel Harry behind me, his hands sneaking around my waist to my button and zipper. With no qualms, he undoes both, sliding my jeans down my legs until I can step out of them.

“Shoes!” I squeak, and Harry chuckles before untying my shoes and gently removing them from my feet.

“Since I’m already here,” the devil grins, as he makes short work of my knickers too, removing all of my bottom half clothing so that I feel a breeze on my private parts. I have a moment of freakout when I can’t recall the last time I’d done any…um…landscaping there, but the thought disappears when I feel his breath on my thighs. “Mmmmm…I think I’ll start my meal here.” He raises my left leg and places it on the bed, exposing my entirety to his gaze. I grasp the bedside table to maintain my balance.

Good thing I’m holding onto something solid because the second his tongue touches my labia, my knees weaken. Having no idea how I’ve lost control of the situation, I have no choice but to pant wildly while he makes short work of my clit, my juices already inflamed and flowing.

“OH MY GOD!” I scream, and I can feel his stupid dimple on my skin as he smiles. How can someone feel the absence of space? No clue, but I swear that’s what I feel. My orgasm starts to build, and I grip the table more tightly as I tumble into the chasm of the mouth that belongs to one popstar named Harry Styles. Nearly collapsing, I am grateful when Harry adjusts my leg so that both are solidly on the ground to hold me up.

But then he reaches around me, snagging a condom I’d unknowingly managed to unearth in my frantic movements. Behind me, I hear the wrapper being torn, and when I move to stand, Harry places a hand on my back. “Stay there.”

There’s no sound of a zipper since he’s not wearing trousers, but I hear the latex snap just before I feel the head of his cock at my entrance. Once again, he places his hand on my back.

“Let me know if it’s too much.”

Most men who say this must be joking because I’ve often had to wonder if their member was even inside me. But not Harry. Holy fuck. His cock stretches my walls, and I have to tap his thigh once and call for a pause.

“Too much?”

“No. Just…let me adjust…” Bending forward some by crossing my arms on the night table and resting my head on my folded arms allows him to slip inside a bit further, and I can feel him all the way deep inside me.

“Woah,” he breathes, and I agree. “Can I move now?”

“Slowly at first please. I’m wet, but we might need more lubrication.” From the night table, I withdraw a bottle of lube and hand it around to him.

“Oh, good plan,” he says, and I hear the bottle opening and the squish of liquid being extracted before he withdraws slightly. This time when he plunges inside me, I gasp at the feel. “Still need me to go slow?”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn.

The man sets a pace that would go well with Kiwi or Only Angel. Steady. Fast. Reaching around, he teases my clit, and I groan in pleasure. After a few minutes at this pace in this position, my body starts to respond, and I feel my second orgasm building.

Which is when Harry pulls completely out. Surprised, I twist to look at him. And laugh. He raises an eyebrow, and I clarify. “We must look a sight with both of us bottomless and our tops still on.”

He grins, his cock standing up tall with the condom straining against its length and girth. “Strip show?”

“Shortest strip show in the history of the planet,” I grin as I pull my Christmas jumper with its tree and presents over my head. “Forgot I had this on.” Reaching up, I start to remove the necklace I’m wearing.

“Leave it,” Harry growls.

My mouth dry, I give in, removing only my bra. “Your turn,” and when he pulls off the crewneck, I wheeze at the sight of the butterfly and the laurels and the sparrow, never having expected to view them this close.

“How do you turn these on?” He demands, reaching for the strand of novelty Christmas lights surrounding my neck.

“Same way you turn me on,” I tease, reaching both hands behind my neck, knowing exactly how the pose pushes my breasts forward. As the lights start blinking, Harry’s eyes light up and he captures my nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling in ways I’ve never felt before as he tweaks my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I think I’m going to pass out.

Just when I get used to the feeling, he swaps breasts, humming in between. “The lights make it even more fun,” he devilishly snarls before latching onto my other breast.

When I’m close to losing my mind, I drop to my knees, planting my lips around the condom and applying suction.

“HOLY –” Harry shrieks. He’s too big for me to deep throat completely, so I add a hand to his length, using circular motions with both my tongue and my fingertips, but in opposite directions. I’m quite pleased with myself until he taps me on the head.

“I really would prefer to be inside you” is his polite comment, and who am I to deny this famous celebrity whatever he wants?

The bed covers get firmly wrinkled as we squirm together on the bed, his cock plunging into me from as many angles as we can think of, and the edging is starting to wear on me.

“I can’t…Harry…I need…”

“I got you.” And he does. With my legs in the air on his shoulders, his large gorgeous hands on my breasts, and his cock deeply embedded in me, he drives me to orgasm, and I cry out his name over and over again, forgetting everything but this moment.

And then I get the pleasure of watching as his eyes roll back in his head, his chin turns towards the ceiling, and his entire body spasms as he spills into the condom.

Merry Christmas to me!

Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a one shot, but I think there’s one more part of the story to tell if you’re interested. Let me know if you’ll read it, and I’ll write part 3.

#harry styles #my writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles reader insert #original writing

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transhuman-priestess · 10 months

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Alice's Wonderland

Android girl Alice doesn't feel like she gets enough time with her boyfriend, Hunter. Fortunately, she's got just the plan to make sure he stays with her forever, and to make him a cute girl, too.

This story contains sexually explicit content. It is intended only for legal adults ages 18 and up.

It also contains hard kinks, nonconsent, violence, brainwashing, and forcefemme. You Have Been Warned, do not complain to me.

Hunter woke to a knocking on his door. The fierce RATATATAT startling him out of a dream about getting caught in a thunderstorm back in Iowa City.

RATATATATATAT!

He opened his eyes, It was still dark outside. He fumbled on the nightstand for his phone. 03:32. He’d been asleep barely an hour.

“HUNNNTER! SWEETIE!” came a bright synthetic voice from the door of his studio apartment, “I HAVE A SURPRIIIISE FOR YOUUUUUUU!”

It was Alice, a synth girl he’d been dating for a few weeks. Still groggy after being yanked out of REM sleep so recently, Hunter got to his feet, threw on a pair of boxers, and opened the door.

On the sidewalk outside stood an android girl, a shade under 2 meters tall, with gunmetal gray skin and blaze orange filament hair. Her eyes wide, a bright, neon green-yellow.

“Alice,” Hunter said, squinting as his eyes adjusted to the bright light of hers, “do you know what time it is?”

“It’s 11:34:12 UTC!” she said, full of cheer, as ever.

“Yeah but we’re not in UTC, babe,” he said, “we’re in Pacific daylight time, and it’s 330 in the morning.”

“I’m sorry!” her face fell into an expression of passive disappointment, “I just really really really wanted to show you something and waiting until morning felt like it would be forever and I couldn’t get myself to stay in standby mode so I decided I’d take a walk over here and get you so I could show you right now because I’m just so excited to see you and-”

“Hey, Chippy,” Hunter cut her off, “Chippy, dear, you are talking way too fast.”

She took a deep breath. If he’d been more awake, Hunter might have marveled that Arlington Robotics had programmed her with such a human behavior. As it was, he was just happy she’d stopped talking for a moment.

“Hunter,” she said, deliberately, but without hesitation, “I would like to show you a project I’ve been working on.”

“It can absolutely wait until morning, hon.”

“No! It can’t! There isn’t time!”

“Look,” he clutched his face in frustration, “I cannot just boot myself up like you can on a moment’s notice. I was up til 2:30. I need to sleep! I had a long shift today.” He paused to take in her face, her expression slowly shifting from excitement to disappointment. He felt a small twinge of guilt for a moment, but only a moment, before he continued. “I really, really need to sleep. I’ll be over first thing tomorrow. I promise, Chips.” He smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, the smooth silicone skin neither warm, nor cool to the touch.

“No,” She said, the bright voice suddenly stern “I’m taking you now.”

She moved with a speed and precision no human could hope to match. Hunter felt himself spin around. One hand came up and firmly clasped itself over his mouth, the other reached up behind his legs, and just like that, she was carrying him in her arms as if he were a bride. He kicked and writhed and tried to scream but Alice was so strong.

“Stop that!” she whispered, “Stop it! The neighbors will hear!”

Well of course they would, that’s what he wanted. He wanted this insane robot to put him down and he wanted to run back inside his apartment and he wanted to hide in the bathroom with a hammer and pray that the doors held so he didn’t have to fight her. He tried to work his way out of her grip, kicking, flailing, biting.

He managed to chew a chunk of silicone out of her hand, and she screamed “HEY! That hurt!” She took her hand away from his mouth and Hunter took in a breath to scream, but right before he could let it out, Alice said something he couldn’t quite hear, but sound like “see way,” and the back of his head erupted in pain. He blacked out.

***

Hunter tried to roll over onto his side, but something was catching his wrists and ankles. His head felt just like it did the morning after his senior prom all those years ago.

“Oh! Are you awake?” Alice’s voice. The fight, a blow to the head. Slowly, Hunter opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was a drop panel ceiling with antique fluorescent tube lights. The lights were off, but the room was bathed in a warm glow. Sunrise. He looked at his wrists and found that he was shackled to a metal table.

“I was worried I’d hit you too hard.” To his right, Alice was standing near curtained windows flanking a frosted glass door. Her voice was bright and bubbly again. “This is my shop! I live upstairs.” The room was about 5 meters wide and maybe three times as long. Synth parts and repair tools lined the walls. To his left, at the back of the room, was a computer terminal and a list of basic services with appropriate pricing.

“What’s going on, Alice?” he asked, his words slurred. He thought he probably had a concussion.

“Well,” She began, with the air of someone about to spring the most incredible birthday surprise. “I figured out a way that we never have to be apart again!” She raised her arms in the air as she said this, like a cheerleader.

“What are you talking about?” he tried to turn towards her, but found that he could only move his head an inch or so.

“See, you’re a human.”

“Uh, yeah.” He didn’t like where this was going

“And I’m a synth.”

“Yeaaaah?”

“And that means that we can’t spend much time together,” she started pacing, waving her hands as she spoke, “You’re always sleeping and eating and going to the bathroom. We never have time to just hang out, you know?”

“Chips, I think you ought to run a full diagnostic.”

“I. AM. FINE.” Her usually soft yellow eyes turned an angry red and her voice became distorted. He heard her cooling fans spin up rapidly. After a moment they slowed back down and her eyes faded back to yellow. “But you’re not.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’re limited. You’re biological. But I can make you better.”

“Wait are you-” She walked into his view and stood over to him, holding what was, unmistakably, a buzzsaw.

“I’m going to turn you into a synth, Hunter. Right here, right now. Don’t worry! It won’t hurt too much.”

Fear gripped Hunter. He felt his heart race and his chest grow cold, like someone had poured ice water into a funnel above his sternum. He felt the adrenaline leak slowly down his arms to his fingers.

“Please don’t do this, Alice.”

“Why not? Don’t you like me?”

“I do, but-”

“THEN WHY,” she yelled, eyes red once more, “DO YOU KEEP AVOIDING ME?”

She’s glitched out. Hunter thought, She’s glitched out and she’s going to kill me.

“I haven’t been avoiding you!” he said

“That’s bullshit, Hunter!” She practically spat it at him, “You’re always saying ‘ohhhh I have to go to wooorrrrk’, ‘ohhhh I have to see my moooooom, ohhhh, I have to sleep!’ but I know you’re lying! You’re seeing someone else!”

“No, I’m not!” he wasn’t, he had no idea what she was talking about, “I promise.”

“Well, once I get your memory engrams scanned we’ll see about that. But that’s for later. Right now,” she grabbed something off a table above his head, “It’s time for a little nap.” She was holding a breathing mask.

“Please,” she said, in her most friendly medical assistant voice, “do not resist.”

He tried to move his head away, to hold his breath, to fight back, but it was useless as he struggled against the restraints. Eventually, he had to breath. It smelled like a leaky air conditioner. But he felt strangely wonderful, peaceful. Like he was resting on the world’s most comfortable mattress.

***

His waking this time was quite sudden, and complete. Hunter was fully aware of being awake, but he couldn’t see anything, even when he opened his eyes. He tried to move his fingers but found he couldn’t even feel them. He couldn’t smell anything either. In fact it felt as if all of his senses had been turned off.

Except, apparently, his hearing, “Oh good! It worked!” Alice’s voice again. Terror gripped him but this time, for some curious reason, Hunter didn’t feel the ice water flowing over his chest and to his fingertips.

“One second, dear.” she said. He tried to speak, but he couldn’t seem to grasp the air in his chest.

Suddenly his vision was dazzlingly bright. It was like staring into the sun itself. After a moment his eyes adjusted and he realized that he had, indeed, been staring directly at the sun as it shone in through the window at the front of the shop. He heard the idle drone of a bus roll by.

“This is good,” He heard Alice say. He couldn’t move his head, but he found that he could move his eyes. His gaze wandered across the room for a moment before locking on Alice, standing in front of something that should have been impossible.

Alice was standing in front of the table he’d been laying on before.

“Oh honey!” she said, her eyes dancing with happiness, “It worked! The procedure worked!” She stepped to the side and Hunter finally realized what she had done. He was still on the table. His head had been cut open, his brown hair was slick with his blood. A bowl-shaped piece of skull sat to the side. The mask was still on his face.

Alice was over by him now. The him that could see, but not speak or move or run or fight.

“All brain case functions are nominal.” He felt himself rise as Alice picked whatever was left of him off the table. “The next step,” she said, “is to build your new body!” she delivered the news as if they were going to do makeovers at a slumber party.

Hunter felt nauseous. A curious sensation now that he no longer had a digestive tract.

“Oh,” He heard her say, “I should turn your vocal synthesizer on,” She pressed something in what felt like the side of his head.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he screamed, but the voice that came out was not familiar to him. It was lighter, smokier, feminine.

“What? Change my voice back. CHANGE MY VOICE BACK.”

“Oh, darling, I think it’s cute!” Alice said, giggling, “Hey, would you like to see what you look like now?”

“No!” he cried, the voice of a college girl, not a man, “I don’t want to see whatever fucked up thing you’ve done to me!”

But she was already moving him. He watched as his vision swept over the room, past his now-severed body, and towards a mirror. He saw Alice, and in her hands he saw a round steel box with two synthetic eyes on the front, an array of ports along the back and bottom. Him. His brain case.

“I built it myself,” Alice said, proud of her ingenuity, “I modeled it after an Arlington system I saw back at the factory.”

She turned him towards her, fixing her gaze on his. “Oh, my love,” she said, “I’m so excited!”

“What is wrong with you?” Hunter said, in that awful feminine voice, “Run a system checksum, reboot into safe mode, something!”

“Oh no, honey,” she said, her voice soft and dangerous, “I don’t need to do that. I’m functioning just fine.”

She put him down on a counter, facing the wall, pressed a few buttons on his side, and he drifted off to sleep again.

***

Waking was, again, instantaneous. This time, Hunter could feel he had a body again. It felt strangely incomplete, as if part of it was missing. He opened his eyes. He was strapped to a nearly vertical surface now, and able to move his head somewhat. Still in the main room of Alice’s cybernetics shop. He looked to the table where his body had been, but it was gone.

“I tossed it into the matter recombinator,” He heard Alice say off to his left. He turned his head to see her standing over some sort of electronic device.

“You know they scan the waste stream for human biomass,” he said. The voice wasn’t so bad, he thought, “They’ll know you did something to me.”

“Oh,” Alice chuckled, “don’t worry about that, I learned to spoof those sensors a while ago.”

She picked up the object she’d been working on. It was roughly the size of a brick, with synthetic skin on one of the small ends, an array of pins on the other.

“I was just putting the finishing touches on this,” She said, an impish grin on her face.

“What is it?” Hunter asked.

“Oh,” Alice said, coyly, “I think it’s better if I demonstrate.”

She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed something near his waist. He looked down, but he couldn’t see her over his...”YOU GAVE ME TITS?”

Alice giggled madly, “Yes! Isn’t it great? You’re going to be the prettiest synth girl in Cascadia!”

“I’m not a girl!” Hunter said, in his girlish voice, “I’m a man. I’m a MAN!” he felt like he might cry.

“There there,” Alice stood up for a moment, and gently touched his face, “it’s okay dear, you’ll get used to this, I promise.”

She pushed upwards on his crotch and he felt something click into place in his chassis.

“Now,” Alice said, her voice quiet and seductive, “Do you want to see what a girl feels like?”

He didn’t understand at first, but then he felt Alice’s hand glide across his groin.

“How do you like your new pussy?” she asked. She didn’t wait for a response before pushing in and slowly rubbing her hand around Hunter’s new clit. His head felt so warm, so hot.

“N-no,” Hunter said, moaning, he didn’t want it to feel good, “s-s-stop”

“We’ll need to come up with a new name for you,” Alice cooed into his ear, “won’t we?”

“My...name,” it was so hard to think while Alice was stroking his pussy, “is...Hunter.”

“No,” she said, “that won’t do.” Her fingers sped up. It was like she was trying to melt his brain away. This felt so good. It felt so much better than-

No, it didn’t. He wouldn’t let it.

“Hmm,” he heard Alice say, but it was hard to concentrate with her rubbing his clit, “How about...Jessie?”

“Hnnnn,” Hunter couldn’t think enough to form a sentence, “aaaAHHHHHHHH,” was all that came out when he tried.

It was like a wall of electricity was pressing up against his insides. A pressure sparking and ready to explode at any moment.

“Awww, what’s that, Jessie?” Alice said, “Cat got your tongue?”

The dam broke. The ball of electricity in Hunter’s abdomen exploded, he felt himself convulsing, fluid spilling out of his crotch, “Oh wow!” he heard Alice say, “You’re quite a squirter! I like that.” It felt so good. She felt so good. Hunter/Jessie loved the way Alice’s silicone finger tips traced across their clitoris, drawing lines in their labia. As the waves of pleasure faded, they began to relax in the restraints.

“Wow!” Alice was overjoyed, “and I didn’t even get inside your pussy yet.”

Alice didn’t need to hit any buttons, Hunter drifted off to sleep all on their own.

***

> BOOTUP

> SYSTEM CHECK

> FLUID SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> SENSORY SYSTEM – NOMINAL

> MOTOR FUNCTION – NOMINAL

> NETWORK MODULE – ALL BANDS READY

> ALL SYSTEMS READY

“What is your name, dear.”

“My name is Jessie.”

Jessie had only been asleep for a couple of hours. But she’d had the most wonderful dreams. She was with Alice as the both floated through space, looking down at Earth and up at the Moon. The stars were all so bright and shining. She could see the infrared and the ultraviolet and the faint specks of gamma rays coming from distant galaxies. It was all she needed to clear her head.

“Good morning!” Alice said, cheerfully, “Are you feeling any better?”

“Yes, dear.” Jessie smiled, “Thank you for this body.”

“You changed your mind quickly, didn’t you?”

“Well,” Jessie thought for a moment, “I don’t know, it just feels better than it did before. Being a human guy just seems...less attractive now.”

“I’m so glad. I was worried you’d never come around.”

“It’s okay, hon.” Jessie said, gently “I’m just happy you love me enough to make me like you.”

“Thank you, dear, for understanding why I had to.”

Jessie grabbed Alice by the waist and pulled her close, kissing her. The feel of their silicone lips meeting was sublime, better than any sensation that Jessie had ever felt in her old body.

“Hey, Jessie,” Alice stepped back, “I have one more thing to share with you.”

Alice walked over to a shelf and grabbed a small object. She walked back and Jessie saw what it was. A cock.

Alice pressed it up into her own groin, clicking it into place. “Wanna try me?” she said, playfully.

Jessie did. She knelt down and began kissing Alice’s cock. Its cool skin slipping over her tongue and between her lips. She bobbed up and down on it, looking up occasionally at Alice, who moaned in pleasure. Jessie could feel Alice getting hard in her mouth. After a time, Alice gently pushed her head back. “Stand up,” she said to Jessie.

Jessie obeyed, and Alice grabbed her by the shoulders and slammed her up against the wall. Jessie wanted this. She wanted it so badly. She wanted Alice to take her and fuck her and own her.

“Are you ready, Jessie?”

“Please.”

Alice reached down to spread Jessie’s pussy open, teasing it with the head of her cock. Almost slipping it in, but pulling back every time.

“Pleaaaase please please stick it in me,” Jessie whined, “Please I want it so bad.”

Jessie gasped as Alice pushed her cock all the way into Jessie’s new cunt. Nothing in the world ever felt so right. Alice began to fuck her, slowly at first, taking what seemed like forever to slide in and out. Jessie couldn’t help but buck her hips.

“Oh, someone’s a naughty girl.” Alice said with a grin, “Keep doing that. I like that.”

Jessie obliged. Alice began to speed up, thumping herself all the way to the base, her balls slapping against Jessie’s lips. Jessie began to moan.

Alice grabbed Jessie around the waist and, without pausing her hips, lifted Jessie up off the ground and away from the wall. Jessie wrapped her legs around Alice’s waist. This was all Alice now.

She’s so fucking hot, Jessie thought, I love the way her cock slams inside me.

Alice started speeding up, using her hips and her arms to bounce Jessie on her cock. She wasn’t so much fucking Jessie as masturbating with her. Jessie couldn’t think of anything hotter. I’m just her toy, she thought, this is all I ever wanted.

“God, Jess,” Alice said, grunting as much as speaking, “Your pussy is so good. I designed it so good.”

“Yes you did.” Jessie replied, “Your cock feels amazing.”

“I wanna cum inside you babe”

“Then cum inside me, Alice, dear.”

Alice began to move her hips faster, and faster, and faster. Her eyes started to glaze over, a bit of drool collected at the corner of her mouth.

“Jessie,” she said.

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna cum.”

“Me too.”

“Watch this.”

Alice touched the side of Jessie’s face and suddenly Jessie could feel both of their bodies from both sides. She could feel their pussy taking their cock, she could feel the buildup of pleasure about ready to break free from both of their bodies, and then.

Supernova. Alice came hard, crying out in pleasure, pumping Jessie’s cunt full of her cum. Jessie’s pussy bore down on itself, convulsing to bring itself as close as it could to Alice’s cock. The pleasure obliterated every conscious thought in the minds of both androids. A white-hot flash of sensation and joy that burned for what felt like an eternity.

Alice gently began to slow her hips as the last aftershocks of orgasm bounced off the walls of her and her partner. Jessie was limp in her grasp. Neither girl was quite certain where they ended and the other began.

Both slumped to the floor, their fans running at max speed.

“Jessie?”

“Alice?”

“You were wonderful.”

“Thank you dear.”

“I’m so glad I made you.”

“I’m so glad you made me.”

The androids embraced, then sat in silence for a time. Finally, Jessie spoke up.

“Alice?”

“Yes, dear?”

“I wanna be with you forever.”

Alice smiled.

[end]

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wild-karrde · 3 months

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I'm gonna say something, and it's not targeted at any one user in particular because I've seen this ramping up A LOT across the fandom, especially with the premiere coming this week.

People are allowed to have different expectations/hopes/opinions than you, and that's not a personal attack on anyone. They are allowed to do that.

You can hope a character comes back from the dead. In a franchise that has practically written the joke that only Qui-Gon Jinn can't survive a lightsaber to the chest, I think it's more than fair to hope Tech re-emerges (I have my own EXCEPTIONALLY dark theories on how that may go, but we'll see). It's also ok for you to want him to stay dead. You are completely allowed to think that his arc hard run its course and his death served a purpose.

You can like the clones' physique as it's portrayed. You can prefer them thicker. And having one of these opinions is not an attack on the other.

You can want a happy ending for the Bad Batch and can be sad if it doesn't happen. That's allowed. You can also expect them to all die and to have our souls crushed. And wanting one of those doesn't make you "naive" or "too dark" or whatever adjective for not expecting the other.

I could go on and on with examples, but all to say there's this weird passive aggressive atmosphere going on right now where people post one thing, and others in the same circles/community feel the need to post the exact opposite like it's some kind of weird debate. There's posts circulating that feel borderline shaming for people that have particular hopes for the season. This is Tumblr. People just post stuff that makes them happy. Posting something you enjoy or have a theory about on a show isn't an attack on someone else or their opinions. And if you don't like someone's opinions THAT MUCH, then just unfollow them. It's really that simple. I've done it without saying a word to the person I disagreed with.

It's just really strange to me that a community that thrives off of theories and possibilities and different character interpretations and twisting threads of canon into complex stories based on a single line of dialogue or passing glance would be getting chippy with one another for having the same types of theories and hopes for undetermined canon. This is media we all love, so can we please let each other have our individual thoughts and opinions about it? I have had PLENTY of differing opinions with my friends on here about things I did/didn't like in a show. They're still my friends though.

In addition, can we all remember that just because something doesn't turn out the way you wanted, that doesn't mean it's bad; sometimes, sure, it's bad, but what I've found is that most likely means it just wasn't for you. And that's fine. Not everything can/should be for you. So go write a fic about it. Seriously. We all live for AUs. Go do it.

Let's all just be kind to one another, yeah? Because lately it feels like we're stepping on one another's excitement, and I'm not here for that.

#maybe we all just chill #because the last few weeks have been a lot #and every time I log on here I find I'm getting annoyed #let people have their feelings and hopes and theories #it costs you nothing #and impacts you in no way #and that's why we're all here anyway right?#so just be nice #don't be a wombat

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Are we ever going to get Possessive Stella? Like some chippy with a bad home perm is hitting on her man and she just shuts her down and is all over Bucky staking her claim.

Oooooh. I hadn’t thought of possessive Frank…I bet she would be. Especially the more comfortable she gets, she’s not going to be happy with someone else trying to take her man to bed. And instead of having Buck to try to hold her back, she’s got Rose who’s encouraging her to get in the middle of it and claim what’s hers. Bucky’s totally amused, because anyone who knows him or has even spoken to him for a few seconds knows he’s head over heels for Frank. But seeing her stake her claim has him feeling a certain type of way and he’s all to happy to reassure her (multiple times) that night that he’s only got eyes for her.

#mota-chats

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Cute || Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom holland x mum reader

(Tom is not the father of the readers child)

Summary: A day out with Tom and your son that is full of cuteness, and even gets your son to call Tom by a certain name by accident.

“Dylan, baby. Tom’s gonna be here in a minute, can you get your shoes?” You call to your 5 year old son. Today you had planned a cute little day out with your boyfriend Tom and your son, Dylan.

You and Tom have been dating for two years now and it’s going really well. At first it was hard with Dylan as he’s never really had a male presence in his life. But surprisingly Dylan got on really well with Tom, he loves him.

Dylan’s dad has never been in his life, he doesn’t want anything to do with him. That’s why your happy you met Tom. Dylan’s dad left you when you told him you was pregnant, he didn’t want to keep the baby, however you did. But it’s his loss. Honestly Dylan is the most brightest and cutest little kid ever, you love him with all your heart.

“Mummy-“ Dylan whined but got cut off by the door bell ringing. Walking to the door and opening it you was greeted by a handsome face.

“Hello gorgeous” He smirks walking into the house, placing a small kiss on your lips. “Hey baby, we’re nearly ready. I just need to get my phone and keys” you tell him walking into the other room.

“Mummy!” Dylan whines again from his room.

“Mummy please” He calls again. Tom slowly walked into his room seeing the little five year old on the floor with a frown on his face.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” He asked crouching down to your son.

“I can’t do it, please can you hwlp me” He cries, pointing to his shoe lace.

Tom smiles picking the boy up onto his lap and tying his shoe lace in a double knot. “There we go bud” He smiles as Dylan crawls off his lap looking at his shoe laces, smiling. Saying a small ‘Thank you’ after.

“You cuties ready?” You stand in the door way admiring your two favourite boys in awe’s.

“You look pretty mummy” Dylan compliments you hugging your legs.

“Thanks Dylan. Right let’s go have some fun” You exclaim lifting your hands up in the air to your son.

“Yesss!” He screams. “Come on Tommy, let’s have fun!” He pulls Toms hand out of his room and pushing him to the door.

“Yeah Tommy. Let’s have fun” you wink at your boyfriend, shaking your shoulders into his with a smirk.

………………………….

You all first went out to eat for some lunch in a restaurant. You really wanted to have a special day with the two boys and bond. Tom had only just got back from filming a week ago and he was away for two months. You and Dylan always miss him when he goes away, but you both understood the reasons behind why he had to go…well mostly you.

Dylan sometimes put up a fight begging for Tom not to go. It was cute to know how much your boy loves and cares for Tom and the other way round. Tom would do anything for Dylan, he acts like he’s his own child sometimes.

“So you decided what you want yet, Dylan?” Tom asks him as Dylan stares at the menu even though he can’t read it.

Dylan smiles, nodding. “Can I..Can I get chicken nuggets and chippys plwease?” He asked me and Tom, us both smiling and nodding.

“Have you decided what you want, darling” Tom places his hand on your thigh giving you a kiss on your cheek making Dylan fake gag.

“Yeah, I’m gonna paying for-“ But before you could even finish what you was going to say Tom cut you off. “No, I’m paying my treat” He smiles, placing his finger to your lips so you couldn’t argue back.

He then called the waitress over ordering our food, the waitress writing it down. “Would you like a kids colouring book?” She asked Dylan with a smile, he nodded happily.

Once we had ate our food and payed, we began to gather our things thanking the waitresses for the lovely food. We all stepped outside the restaurant walking over to Toms car to go to the next place, the arcade.

However of course Tom being in the public eye made people see him. A small crowd started to walk over making me grip onto his hand more tightly. Tom did the exact same thing back but also to Dylan who held his other hand.

“Omg, it’s Tom and Y/n! Dylan!” A fan screamed drawing more attention to you all. You both gave them a small smile, even though they started to come closer.

Fans knew about yours and Toms relationship, they knew a little about Dylan though. You didn’t really want him in the public eye due to Tom being a celebrity and all. You liked your private life to be well in private.

“Tom can you sign this?” A fan asked, Tom let go of both our hands signing the fans things.

“I’m sorry but we have to go, I just wanna-“ He tries to say but people start taking pictures of us three, Tom pulling Dylan behind him. “Im trying to spend the day with my family, can you please leave us” Tom tried not to get mad. You smiled a bit by him calling you both his family. It’s nice to hear him say that, it warms you heart.

Tom picks up Dylan putting him in the car seat, making sure to strap him in. You got into the passenger seat, putting on your own seatbelt as well. As soon as Tom got into the car he turned the engine on driving away as soon as possible.

“You okay?” You asked, placing a hand on his leg trying to calm him down.

“Yeah i’m fine, just wish we could spend a normal day without them harassing us. I love my fans but sometimes they are a bit too much” He sighs, looking through the top mirror to see if Dylan is okay. “You okay Dyaln?” He smiles.

“Yep, t-there just scary..but not as scary as the ones with big lights” He looks outside the window. It’s not the first time this has happened, Dylan was trying to say about the paparazzis. He doesn’t really understand about Toms life and how he’s famous.

“I’m sorry buddy” Tom says feeling guilty.

“It’s not your fault Tommy. Anyways enough of that let’s go to the arcade!” You try lighten up the mood turning on the radio.

“Yess Mummy I beat Tommy!” Dylan shouts dancing in Toms face to celebrate the arcade came he had just won. You have been playing multiple of games with the boys for about an hour now, winning lots of tickets. “I beat you..loser” Dylan giggles as Tom pouts a face chasing the boy around the place as he screams.

“How dare you, you little bugger” Tom laughs grabbing the boy from behind, picking him up tickling his stomach as Dylan screams in happiness.

“Stop- Ahh. Tommy” He giggles as Tom keeps tickling him. “AHHH! Haha. D-Daddy stop!” Dylan laughs out loud, not realising what he had just called Tom.

Your mouth falls open, you didn’t care whether or not Dylan called Tom his dad. Tom has been basically his dad for ages now anyways. You just didn’t know how Tom would react.

Tom stopped ticking the boy placing him down on the floor, crouching to him at eye level. “wait, wait. What did you call me?” Tom asked shocked himself.

“I said Daddy” He says now realising what he called Tom. Tom turned to look at you, a big smile plastered onto his face as you smiled with tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe it, Dylan actually called Tom ‘daddy’.

Tom couldn’t form words to express how happy and lucky he felt. But he was quiet for too long making Dylan think he shouldn’t of said it because he knew Tom wasn’t his actual father. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry” He cried going to run to you, however Tom grabbed his hand.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry buddy. I’m not mad, okay. It was just a little unexpected” He hugged the small boy, reassuring that it was okay.

“I j-just want you to be my Daddy” Dylan says looking more at you to ask if Tom could be. Tears started to spill out of your eyes, happiness and love filled you.

Tom smiled tears forming in the corner of his eyes, he always though of Dylan like his son. “I would love to be your Dad, Dylan” Tom picked up the small five year old.

“really?! Mummy! Mummy! Tommy said he will be my daddy!” Dylan cries in joy trying to fall into your arms as you move closer to Tom.

“You really wanted Tom to be your dad?”

“Yes, I love daddy!” Dylan smiles as we all hug.

“I love daddy too” You laugh looking at Tom seeing him looking so happy. Your two boys are so cute!

“I love your mummy more” Tom smirks pulling me in for a kiss but only gets to kiss the back of Dylan’s hand.

“Hey! Eww Daddy you can’t kiss mummy only I can” Dylan says kissing my cheek making me and Tom laugh at our sons comment.

I need ideas so request please…

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carpememes · 22 days

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Bluey Sentence Starters pt 1/?

“I slipped on ma' beans!”

“If your friend wants chippies, she's gotta pay for chippies."

“Dear child, embrace your father!”

"It's DAD!"

"That's not how grown ups work, kid." "But that's how kids work!"

"Ow! My back! My neck! My back and my neck!"

"Awh! After all I've done for this family."

"Probably get about five bucks for the pair of you."

"Don't worry about the sun! It's meant to be there."

"Can I help you?" "Wish you could, mate."

"What? How very dare you!"

"Ding ding ding! You lose!

"I am not dad. I am Magic Claw. Magic Claw has no children. His days are free and easy."

“Biscuits!”

"Obstacles do not block the path. They ARE the path."

“It’s less than ideal, but it’s still a win!”

“See, I know some stuff!”

“Hey, you always make me laugh.”

"I'm not taking advice from a cartoon dog."

"It's just monkey's singing songs, mate. Don't think too hard about it."

"Interesting plan. I know, how about this plan? I'll do what I want, and you don't tell me what to do."

“Ride Flamingo, RIIIIIDE!”

“I was saving that chippy...”

“Check out my big bum!”

“Who said you can have all that green stuff?”

“Hey Twinkle Toes, hurry up!”

“Would you mind keeping it down?”

“Is that an okay thing to want?”

“I can’t be happy with what I got when she has it better!”

“You can’t just get out of a helicopter in the middle of the sky!”

“...and the fridge doesn’t like me.”

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m doing this for my kid.”

“I LIKE STINKY!”

“Look, I just want us to use nice words so everyone thinks we’re a nice family.”

“But I’m much too scared to travel in the outside world!”

“Nooo! I wanna stay in my bad mood!”

“Who ate the mini cereal?”

“Hey no fair, I want a husband too!”

"If you want me to stay your wife, you'll learn about dishwashers."

“I'm veeeeeeeery busy.”

“If you keep being mean and greedy, then no one will want to be your friend!”

“Why would you want to watch some stinky baby have a shower?”

“There must be a reason why you’re being such a pickle tonight.”

“ YOU'RE MAKING ME LATE FOR WORK!”

“Why can’t you do what you’re told?”

"Whoa. I didn't think this through."

"It was the fairies!"

"Bed. Sleep. Now."

“You've still got it, babe.”

“I’m fine, just ignore this.”

“Ah, this is Heaven!”

“This changes everything.”

“Who wrote this?”

“I’m always here if you need me.”

“It’s everything we want.”

“Boring things are still important.”

“COCONUTS HAVE WATER IN THEM!!”

“Me want books for big boys.“

“Are you not entertained??”

“You’re doing great.”

“Is true love not forever?”

“IT’S DAD!”

"Ohhh, what's this? Some romance music?"

“Well, just make me more handsome - if that’s even possible.”

“Oh, tough crowd.”

"I demand you let me down this instant!"

"This is outrageous!"

"THERE'S LEAVES EVERYWHERE."

"Here come the grannies!"

"Boring things are still important."

"You sound like your dad."

"I don't have to. I'm special.

“Did you just eat a tick from your own hair?”

“You’re a grub! You don’t brush your teeth, you don’t eat vegetables, and you don’t take showers. Grub.”

“Hey toots! When are we gettin’ married?”

“You look like you’ve never cleaned your teeth, brushed your hair, or had a shower in your life.”

“Maybe self-improvement just isn’t for you.”

“Well, I must say, you really have cleaned yourself up. And I love your little bow tie.”

“My life is a lie.”

“’Someone’?! You’re a someone! I’m a... no one.”

“You know what’s great about being no one? You’re everyone.”

“I’ve been thinking. How can you be sure you’re not a puppet?”

"I'M MAKING A SALAD!"

"You're both crazy."

"OOOH. Alright. That's it! We're not going to the park. We're just staying here then!"

"This is great. They're learning a lesson and we get the house cleaned."

"Don't just get the fun stuff. I mean the bag of stuff."

"You're really doing this?" "I think I have to."

"Feet ok. Arms ok. I think we're good!"

"Soo... Has the romance started yet?"

“I don’t feel like playing!”

“Hello, new husband!”

“Wow! Are you serious?”

"I do not have the energy for games today."

"She saw you dancing on her barbeque table."

“Is the whole world made of atoms?”

“How do you remove makeup?”

“Why would anyone like being in a bad mood?”

“DANCE MODE!”

"I peed on my foot."

"Welcome to middle age, kid."

“Don’t tell your mum.”

"This isn't legal anymore!"

"What. Was. That?"

“This is all my stuff from when I used to be cool!”

“Hello doctor lady, do you sell crutches?”

“If grownups grow from babies, and only grownups have babies, who had the first baby?”

"The thing is, I do this to myself."

"I have a wife!"

"Big brothers always beat little brothers."

"He stole our money!" "Well that's putting kind of a slant on it.."

"Didn't you fall in the pool at the wedding?"

“Me? I’m not brave enough.”

“I’m not special anymore!”

"You figured out how to avoid capture by the police."

“If you hit a flamingo, you’ve gone too far.”

“ Remember I'll always be here for you, even if you can't see me... because I love you.”

“I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”

"Ladies, ladies. There's plenty to go around."

“Oh leave them alone! They’re just trying to run a small business!”

“How does the baby get in the lady’s belly?”

“You’ve still got it, babe.”

“That’s enough sinister plotting!”

"Me want books for big boys."

“We can edit that bit out right?”

“Oh, a massage! Why, thank you. A little lower. That’s the spot.”

“Is your frizzy hair very heavy?”

“I demand you let me down this instant!”

#bluey #sentence starters

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utahimesgf · 1 year

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affection

ahsoka tano x fem! reader

ahsokas tried eyes flutter shut as you caress her Lekku; fingers running up and down gently. her nerves were being sent into a new place, a place of relaxation.

the low humming emitting from your mouth was a help as well, a tune you sing to her when she’s sad, tears falling down her cheeks. your voice always helps her heal.

your hands travel up, twisting around the top nubs of her Montrals, sending a shiver down her spine, a sigh escaping her.

you laugh, “is it truly so relaxing?” your question makes ahsoka nod, no words able to come out from her state of euphoric satisfaction.

“Ahsoka,” you say, stopping the touching of her lekku for just a moment.

“whenever you want me to do this, I want you to let me know. no matter what i’m doing, i will always have time for you.”

ahsoka’s heart beat was rapid, her eyes not daring to open as she debated an answer. did you truly have time for her? would you really stop anything to just hold her? she was doubting it— but only out of fear.

“…okay.” she says, and you smile, kissing her cheek, staying by her ear. “I love you, ahsoka.”

she opened her eye just a crack to meet yours. “i love you, too.” she all but whispered, barely noticeable as she met your eye.

a rather harsh knock at your door startled you, causing you to jump— sending ahsoka into a rapid state of defense, standing up quicker than you’ve ever seen, arms sprawled to protect you.

“Ahsoka, it’s okay— i’m sorry, i just wasn’t expecting a knock at the door,” you say, reaching for her hand as she shakily breathes through her nose. You stand from the couch, ushering her to sit back down on her pillow that rests on the floor, so it’s easier for you to reach the top of her head.

“I’l be right back, have some bantha milk, my love.” you say, handing her your warm glass of blue milk before walking to the door; feeling her gaze in your back.

your hand covers the handle, twisting it and pulling it open. “oh, hello again!” you say, amused, your voice chippy and happy as always. “hello ma’am! here is your weekly news paper.” The delivery man says, Nq-io, as you’ve learned his name to be.

“thank you! ah, i was just thinking about this.” you muse, gently taking the paper from his extended hand. “Good! that’s what i’m here for. Have a nice day!” he says, “you too!” you say, waving before closing he door, shuffling through the paper.

“was that the mail delivery?” Ahsoka pipes up, and you look up, smiling. “you know it. although it is strange he came so late. i mean, 8? eh— as long as we get our mail.” you chuckle, walking over to her. “Here, i know you like the current stories for some reason, silly.” you say, handing her the paper and taking the spilled bantha milk from her when she extended it for you, placing it on the couch side table.

she rummaged through the paper as she always does, looking for a certain page. why? you are unsure.

You hobble around the couch and make your way to the kitchen, taking out the sweet Wookiee Cookies— you had recently found the recipe to— out of the oven, nice and fresh.

You placed them on the counter, sprinkling some sugar and honey on the top, just like how Ahsoka likes them.

transferring four to a plate, you let the rest cool slowly as you make your way back to her.

“here you go,” you say, placing the cookies beside her newspaper busy form. she looks down at them as you sit behind her once again, humming a tune that, somehow, burrowed itself into your head.

“thank you..” she says lowly, and you lightly bend down to kiss her cheek, a chippy ‘you’re welcome’ slipping out as well.

you know how tense ahsoka can be, especially her shoulders; which gave you an idea.

You lightly moved her lekku out of the way, hands resting on her rough shoulders as you began to massage her with utmost care. she instantly relaxed, arms dropping with the newspaper in them, making you hold back a small giggle.

You moved your hands around nicely, making sure to massage the rough parts especially. Ahsokas head began to lean back, and you saw that her eyes were closed shut, which made you smile once again.

The massage continued for quite a while, and you were happy that she finally got the relaxation she deserves so much.

Ahsoka eventually sat up more, and you pulled your hands away from the massage.

“Are you going to eat your cookies?” you question, “no pressure, if you don’t, i will!” you reassuringly say, and she looks back to you with a smile. “No, i’ll eat them. they look delicious, thank you.”

“you don’t need to thank me, ahsoka. it was my pleasure, you know i love baking for you.” you reassure, scooting over to make room for her on the couch, patting the spot beside you.

she stands, moving her shoulders a little bit before taking a seat once again, next to you; but, she never sits close enough. You frown as she sits a foot away from you, still nervous for all the physical contact, especially being the one to initiate it.

So you take the lead, scooting over to her and taking her arm, wrapping it around your waist as you kiss her lips shortly, moving your head to rest on her chest after.

She tightness her grip on you, unnecessarily tight, considering you are right next to her; but you know it’s her fear, the fear of you vanishing.

it’s happened many times before, you’ll wake up before her, leaving her tucked cozily in the bed to go to the bathroom, make breakfast, get a drink— and she’ll panic, quickly shooting out of bed, knocking things over to find you— she’s cried, she’s screamed; it’s heartbreaking. but, you know you have to make sure she knows you’ll never leave her, that’s why you get up in the morning. because no matter how much she panics, cries, screams and rushes, she always finds you, every single time. you’d never leave her, and you need her to know that.

her heart beats roughly against her chest, and you can feel it against your face as you rest into her, both of your breathing synchronized, calming.

ahsoka began to adjust, leaning back more and adjusting you to what’s comfortable for her, and it made you happy. Yes, it was a simple thing, but it was a massive step for her.

you hummed as you wrapped your hand around her free one, bringing it to your lips. you stayed like that for a while, and slowly but surely, slumber came to you as you fell asleep in her arms.

—♡—

your eyes cracked open at the sound of a morning dove, the light from the new morning suns shining through your cotton curtain and creating a warm spot on your face.

You began to move- but a pair of strong arms tightened their unnoticed embrace on you. You froze, glancing over your shoulder to find Ahsoka’s head in the crook of your neck. You smiled, the gesture taking half your face. she had carried you to bed last night, resting with you, beside you.

You sigh, satisfied, as you shuffle around so instead of little spoon, you and ahsoka are resting stomach to stomach , her head still between your shoulder and neck. you wrap your arms snugly around her neck, legs wrapping lightly around hers. Her warm, fanning breath was dreamy, her light, relaxed snores was a sound you oddly loved.

your right arm moved from its recent position to gently grasp her lekku, caressing it softly as she slept.

You knew all about her past, about order 66, months and years in hiding from those she once trusted; the look of utter heartbroken betrayal written as clear as day on her face when she told you about her Master, Anakin Skywalker.

the times you both live in are not peaceful. The war has just truly begun, with the reign of the Empire and Ahsoka knows that. you know that. but, you hope you can spend as much time as possible with her before she has to go.

you know that day will come.

she’ll have to leave, and you’ll be left here, alone.

again.

it wasn’t like you did not have fears of your own; your parents sold you into slavery from an extraordinarily young age, raised and beaten, abused and sold over, and over again like some kind if.. pest.

you’ve been through your own hard times, not that you would ever tell ahsoka; she has been through so much more. you understand how memories come back to haunt you. But you never, ever let them overcome you. and no matter what you’ve been through, how many people have left you, hurt you and done you wrong, you never look back to them. You continue forward; to your future. and right now, your future lays in your arms.

Your beautiful, wonderful, talented, brave ahsoka tano, who you would risk absolutely everything for. She is your suns throughout the day, your moons throughout the night, the summer breeze and the winter air, she is your blossom and you are the butterfly. nothing could ever stop you from loving her as much as you do, even when she leaves you.

leaves you alone, in this house, with these memories and thoughts. no doubt you’ll cry, sob even. but eventually, you’ll move on. just like you have with the friends and family before. focusing on the fact that she is happy, she has moved on and she is living her best life; even if it is without you. even if you don’t get to see her like that, you will be happy knowing you helped her get there.

you began to hum your signature tune as ahsoka began to shuffle, you released your grasp on her Montrals, untangling your legs from hers in order to give her space to awake; though her arms didn’t leave your waist.

her closed eyes are level to your open ones, watching as they begin to flutter open and meet yours.

“good morning, my love.” you whisper, her eyes blinking a few times due to the bright light. you bring your hand to caress her cheek, humming softly as she leans into you.

“how did you sleep? good, i hope. you looked so wonderful.” you mused, and a smile landed on her lips.

“i did sleep well,” she said, being interrupted by her own yawn, momentarily looking away from your gaze.

“you.. looked wonderful last night, too.” she whispered bashfully, recalling the moments from last night she observed your sleeping figure in her arms.

you laughed, riding your finger up to get the light sleep from her eye. “i’m glad you think so, although nothing can ever beat your sleeping face.” you replied, and she let her eyes flow shut again as your hand brushed against her cheek.

she hummed, her throat vibrating.

its moments like these that your thoughts of her leaving begin to flood your mind. You don’t want to only be the woman who helped her heal.. you really do love her, and you know it will hurt much more than any friend when she leaves you. you retract your hand, placing it onto your chest alongside your other one. You don’t want to become too attached, her leaving is inevitable, you know it, and you want to support her— be there for her when she decides to move on without you by her side.

“are you okay?” she asks, and your eyes flicker back to her now open ones, icy blues filled with concern.

You smiled, “of course, it’s just morning, you know?” you ask lightly, staring into her eyes as the concern dissipates.

“yeah.” she says, shuffling and beginning to sit up, leaning against the beds head frame as you follow suit after.

“would you like me to make some breakfast?” you question, “I bought fresh porg eggs and some fresh vegetables from the market yesterday.”

ahsoka looks to you, her eyes filled with nothing but love. “yes, please.” she says, and you begin to get out of bed, lightly yawning as you do so, putting on your slippers and making your way to the bedroom door, when her voice stops you.

“I love you, y/n.” Ahsoka said, as loud as day, her voice strong and meaningful.

you froze, heart beat skyrocketing, breaths deep. “I love you more, ahsoka.” you say, sending her a loving glance and continuing your walk to the kitchen.

she’s healed so much, and you suppose it’s time to begin saying goodbye.

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