#rip to his videos i hope he frees them one day again :(
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Pavel losing it reacts to:
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Thai Actor React To Stray Kids "神메뉴" (GOD's MENU) M/V
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I SAW SAN ON TIKTOK AND I HAD TO FIND OUT WHO HE IS! 😱
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BACK TO SIMPIN' MR DEADPOOL LEE FELIX 🤭
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CHOI SAN GOT THEM 8PACKS BROOOOO! 😏
Idols & actors should (be allowed to) react and simp more often in public over other idols. They are just like us and it's always nice to see 😌
Also Pavel appreciating guys in crop top. He gets me.
#rip to his videos i hope he frees them one day again :(#I love me some fanboys#pavel phoom#stray kids#ateez#not him fanboying over the race cars in Gods Menu and now he's main in a race car drama#second video is so ADHD coded 😂#pavels yt is a gold mine and I am mad I just see that now (but I never watched any of the other dramas he's acting in so yea unfortunate :/#crop top appreciation tag
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Can you maybe make a drabble abt Steve and reader getting stuck in the family video storage closet so they’re forced to spend time with each other and they confess?
New beginnings
a/n: hi anon! i hope you like this cause i think it's cute hehe. i'm a sucker for enemies to friends to lovers UGH!! i hope you enjoy it and credit to the gif owner!
warnings: steve being a dick when he was a freshman, curse words, some angst, that's pretty much it lol there are no pronouns used so everyone is free to read!
Robin wanted to rip her hair out. It's official, she hates you and Steve. The constant bickering, the little side comments, her constantly being the middleman, she was sick of it. She looked down at her watch wanting to fall to her knees when she realized she had one hour left. Usually, this wouldn't be a big deal, but it's Tuesday night, one of the slowest days for Family video due to everyone’s busy schedule and lack of time for movies.
She turns around to look at the supply closet longingly, you both found her hiding in there from your previous argument. Oh, sweet sanctuary she thinks to herself. I'll return to you soon.
“Robin, tell y/n his back to the future is lame!”
“If it was so lame they wouldn't have made a second movie!”
“That's what you two are fighting about?!”
You both stood still before Steve spoke up.
“We're not fighting, just having a debate.”
Robin pinches the bridge of her nose and takes a deep breath.
“Can you both come help me with something in the back?”
You and Steve mutter out your own agreements and make your way to the back with Robin behind you both. She grabs the key that hangs on the wall near Keith’s office, and smiles at you both as you and Steve wait for her.
“What do you even need back here?” Steve asks.
“Yeah, it creeps me out being back here for too long.”
Robin sighs and opens the supply closet nodding for you both to get in there.
“I don't know, I just remembered Keith wanted me to get some old films and put them out in the front.”
You and Steve mumble under your breath how weird it is that Keith wants old videos up front, but the man was hardly at work to begin with, so you and Steve make your way to the back of the supply closet. Your heads whip around when Robin slams the door shut and you both hear the small click from the lock.
“Oh hell no!” you mutter while running toward the door and smacking on it.
“Robin! Let us out!”
“Not until you two learn to get along!”
Steve lets out a groan while you gently bang your head on the door. You let out a sigh at Robin’s footsteps slowly fading out and decide to have a seat and wait it out until closing time.
“Seriously?” Steve asked with furrowed brows. “You're just gonna wait for her to come back?”
“Unless you have a better idea?”
Steve sits on the floor across from you, slouching on the rack of movies.
“No…”
“That's what I thought.”
He lets out a sigh and picks at the green vest he's wearing.
“I hate it when you're right.”
“You can add that to the list of things you hate about me then,” you said with a bitter-sweet smile.
Steve furrows his brows and tilts his head to the side. Confusion is evident on his face as he sees you reading the movies that are lined along the rack next to you.
“I don't hate you.”
A scoff escaped your lips. “Right, okay.”
“I'm serious, I don't hate you.”
You say nothing, the tension is thick and the silence is enough to make Steve feel antsy.
“Why are we always fighting?”
You shrug your shoulders.
“Do you hate me?”
You had to think about it, like really think about it. Although your first impression of Steve was the worst first impression ever, you had to admit he did clean his act up. Sure he was still an idiot, but he was a sweet idiot, if Robin liked him you were sure you two would get along. Except that wasn't the case, so instead of telling him, you shrug your shoulders again.
“It's complicated.”
“What do you mean it's complicated? Do you not know how you feel about me?”
“I know you're a dick.”
“Fuck you.”
“My point exactly.”
The silence returns along with some tension. You glance down at your watch every few minutes, getting more and more frustrated when time isn't moving as quickly as you'd like it to.
“What did I do?”
That caught your attention. You feel your body start to get hot and your heart feels heavy as you remember exactly what he did.
“Are you fucking serious?”
He flinches from the sudden outburst and fixes his posture. You can tell he doesn't plan on backing down.
A dry chuckle escapes from you as you push the tip of your tongue into the inside of your cheek.
“Do you remember freshman year? Around homecoming time?”
“Vaguely, why?”
“Freshman year was the year you asked me to homecoming.”
Suddenly, it all came rushing back to Steve. The dare Tommy and Carol made him do, the look on your face when you saw him at the dance.
“Y/n-”
“You know, I was over the moon that the Steve Harrington asked me to the dance. As cliche as it sounds, we were kinda part of different worlds. You were Mr.Popular, and I was just the person who sat on the sidelines.”
Steve looks down at his shoes. He can't bring himself to look at you as the memories come flooding back to him.
“A-and the night of the dance I was ready. I sat on my front porch waiting for you, all dressed up just for you. When you never showed up I should have taken that as a sign but I stayed hopeful. I thought to myself, It's okay, Steve might've said he'd meet me at the dance instead of picking me up.” you chuckled.
“I-i swear I'm not-”
“So imagine my surprise, when I finally go to the dance and I see you dancing with Monica.”
A familiar silence falls over both of you. Steve wants to talk, he just doesn't know what to say or where to even start.
“I'm not like that anymore,” he says quietly.
“I know,” you sigh. “You are the company you keep. Tommy and Carol were assholes therefore that made you an asshole.”
Steve chuckles, you're completely right.
“Yeah, I was an asshole.”
“Yeah, but now you hang out with kids. You're not that bad now.”
Steve smiled at your statement, he's getting somewhere now.
“I'm sorry for that. Really, I am.” he sighs and runs his hand through his hair.
“It's in the past now, Steve. I should be able to let it go now-”
“No,” he said while shaking his head. “This is something I did that hurt you. Take all the time you need, I'll even give you space if you want it.”
“No, it's fine. It's kinda hard to hate you when you're not such an asshole.”
Silence once again makes itself familiar with both of you but it's different this time. The silence that covers you like a blanket is comfortable and all tension has left, you're both even playing catch with a clump of paper you found.
“Do you think,” Steve started. “Do you think we can start over? Like a clean slate and all that?”
You nod your head, a faint smile on your lips.
“Yeah. I'd like that.”
Steve sticks his hand out and smiles at you.
“I'm Steve, nice to meet you.”
You grab onto his hand, shaking it gently.
“It’s nice to meet you, Steve, I'm y/n.”
You both stay like that for a while. Hand in hand, smiles on your face, and slightly rosy cheeks.
“...do you think Robin forgot about us?”
“Probably.”
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After Hours
ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3
Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: Carlos' thirst traps, masterbation, m x m smut, sex, anal sex, oral sex, semi-public sex, canon complaint, married tarlos
Summary: Carlos sends TK a teasing video then meets up with him at the fire station for some late night fun
Author's Note: I did not plan to write this but then Rafa dropped this video to his Instagram and after losing it and encouraging thoughts from friends we have slutty Carlos 4. When I wrote the first fic of this series I didn't think it would turn into a series but here we are. It's fun, though. I hope you enjoy the fic! Now back to working on the final chapter of my Soulmate AU!
Thank you to @detective-giggles for being a babe and beta'ing this for me.
Read the other fics in the series (one shots that can be read alone): We can get a little crazy just for fun
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TK is almost certain he hates his husband.
He doesn’t, not really, but when Carlos sends videos of him just casually looking good, it irritates TK because he’s not home with him to enjoy it. Carlos does it on purpose and almost always when TK is at work because he knows TK can’t do anything about it for a few hours and he finds joy in riling TK up.
He clicks play on the video because he likes to torture himself and watches it again.
Carlos is sitting casually on the arm of a couch, legs entrapped in tight blue jeans that TK wants to rip off of him. His brown and red button-down is tucked in his pants, like usual, but what really draws TK’s attention is the way most of the buttons are undone and the amount of beautiful, brown skin that’s on display. The shirt’s open so much that TK can see the curve of Carlos’ pec and his mouth waters with the want to trace it with his tongue.
The camera zooms in and TK pauses on Carlos’ face. He admires the stubble that’s coming in nicely - Carlos’ vacation started a few days before his own so he’s had time to let his beard start to grow out. It makes TK think some inappropriate thoughts about the workplace.
He takes a moment to appreciate Carlos’ hair and how it’s free from any gel or hair product and his curls are free. He adores how one curl curls over his forehead and dangles artfully like it’s supposed to be there. TK knows better, though, and knows that Carlos’ curls are doing what they want to do. TK wants to run his hands through them and mess them up even more.
He presses play on the video again and scowls at the innocent look that Carlos puts on his face as if he doesn’t know what he’s doing. He does, he knows damn well what he’s doing and how TK’s going to react to it. He clicks off the video and finally types a response to the text that Carlos had sent him.
[TK] Did you unbutton your shirt just to make this video and send it to me or are you being a slut again and letting your tits out?
[Carlos] Wouldn’t you like to know?
[TK] I would. Where are you? That’s not our couch.
[Carlos] Camila got the couch and needed help to bring it into her house because her husband is at work.
[TK] Did you seriously film a thirst trap at your sister's place?
[Carlos] The lighting was good.
[TK] So that means sending me a thirst trap while I’m wasting away at work?
[Carlos] I was sending you a treat to get you through your 24-hour shift but if you don’t want them….
[TK] Now wait a moment, I didn’t say I don’t want them. Do you have more?
[Carlos] Maybe.
[TK] Are they all taken at your sisters' house?
[Carlos] No. The rest are from home.
[TK] 👀👀👀
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The Tickle Fight Video (Quackity x Skeppy)
(ft. BadBoyHalo)
Happy Birthday Quackity!!! (December 28th) For your special day, I wrote my longest fic ever! I hope everyone likes it!
Word Count: 2018
Finally Quackity and Skeppy meet up! Both were natural balls of energy and the meet up was sure to be explosive, both fan bases were beyond excited.
Of course they decided to start it all off with a bang; trolling BadBoyHalo. Sort of. There had always been the running joke of Skeppy and BadBoyHalo getting jealous over each other interacting with anyone that isn't them. Then Bad had started calling Quackity "Discount Skeppy" and the two had fake-flirted to make Skeppy rage. Now was the revenge. They were going to do a Q&A video while casually cuddling in bed. Then, Skeppy would film Bad's reaction and cut that into the end of the video.
"And now we...cuddle. Pffft!", Quackity announced and then burst into giggles.
"This is so stupid!", Skeppy laughed.
Eventually they were both trying to hold back their laughter as they climbed on to the bed and laid next to each other. Skeppy made eye contact with the camera sitting on a tripod at the foot of the bed and burst into laughter; laying on his back with his arms wrapped around his stomach, legs kicking. "It's so wrong.", he squeaked.
Quackity took his opportunity to be funny and rolled on his side smirking at Skeppy.
"No, it's so right.", he squeezed Skeppy's side, causing a loud scream to rip from the boy's throat. Quackity cackled as Skeppy shoved him. "Oh my god!", Quackity yelled and grabbed on to Skeppy, shaking him.
"Shut up!", Skeppy giggled hysterically. Quackity sat up and gestured towards the other boy for the camera.
"He's ticklish your honor!", he announced. Skeppy reached up from where he was laying next to him and squeezed Quackity's sides. He squawked and crumpled back into the other. Both laughed chaotically as they fought desperately to get the upper hand. They were basically evenly matched. Within a minute they had both fought to be on top and had both lost the ground again over and over. Eventually Quackity tickled Skeppy's ribcage and ruined that.
"Alex!", Skeppy squeaked out. A string of unintelligible shriek-y words came out and then Skeppy screamed with laughter.
"Let's gooo!!", Quackity yelled as he climbed on top of Skeppy. He held one of his wrists against the side of the bed next to his head and his free hand tickled roughly into Skeppy's ribcage, darting from side to side as Skeppy's free hand desperately tried and failed to fight Quackity off. Skeppy fell into hysterics. His legs kicked violently as he bucked and twisted under his friend. His cheeks burned as he cackled and shrieked.
"Bad is going to die of jealousy when he sees what I'm doing to his little muffin!!", Quackity laughed like a maniac while he tickled Skeppy.
"Fuck off!!!", Skeppy sputtered, twisting his kicking legs into the comforter under them, his crazy laughter nearly blowing the microphone on the camera.
“You’re so loud!”, Quackity laughed as he made a little claw with his hand and rubbed it quickly into just the side of the ribcage he was holding Skeppy’s arm up away from. Skeppy threw his head back and screeched with laughter, tears prickling in his eyes.
Soon, Skeppy stopped trying to shove the attacking boys hands and grabbed his thigh instead, causing Quackity to curl down with a squeal. Skeppy gasped out greedily for air when the tickling paused and wrapped his arms around his friend, tickling into his back quickly. Quackity collapsed entirely on top of him with a loud whine.
"Not there man!!!", he squealed in a high pitch and twisted, his crazed laughter hurting Skeppy's ears as he twisted against him. He was way closer then he meant to be, but his back was horribly ticklish and was barely ever tickled so the feeling was throwing him. Quackity wailed out with laughter as Skeppy took advantage of how weak this spot seemed to make him; rolling the two around and forcing Quackity to face the camera while on his stomach with Skeppy straddling his lower back. "Zak come on!!!", Quackity forced out breathlessly, his red face peeking up at the camera and burning darker, his black hair peeking out from his beanie getting messy and sticking to his face.
Skeppy giggled as he got himself situated on top of his squirmy friend, fixed Quackity's beanie for him, and then tickled quickly into his back. He clawed up and down it and felt at the back of his ribcage and spine. Quackity wailed and screeched with laughter as he tore the comforter and sheets loose and kicked his legs crazily. "¡Joder! ¡Te odio, maldita sea, maldita seaaaa!", he cried out in frantic Spanish between his barks of laughter, causing Skeppy to giggle hysterically.
"No one knows what you're saying!!"
"Fuck youu!", he gasped out painfully. Skeppy hiccuped through his own laughter as he started to rub his elbows carefully against Quackity's back. Quackity's laughter raised two octaves and he shoved his face into the bed to muffle it.
"Eyyy!", he screamed and clawed desperately at the bed. Skeppy quieted down and grinned at the boy, never having heard these noises from his friend before.
"This videos going to pop off dude. We’re popping off!!!", Skeppy yelled excitedly as he mimicked the other boy's signature high-pitched fake British voice, seeming to have forgotten what the video was supposed to be completely. The forgotten-about piece of paper with the Q&A questions quietly slides off the bed and flutters to the floor.
"Mercy!", Quackity cried out and Skeppy slowly let up.
~•~
"Look that's when I found your weak spot!", Quackity laughed loudly as he smacked Skeppy's shoulder a few times, jumping in his seat.
"Oh shut up I got yours like right after!", Skeppy pushed him. The two giggled as they shoved each other back and forth. There was a ton of giddy energy in the air with the excitement of meeting each other in-person for the first time and the adrenaline pumping from the tickle fight. They were currently sat at Quackity’s desk as Skeppy edited the video and both laughed over how ridiculous it was. "What do I even title this?".
"I don't even know.", Quackity's face heated a little as he thought more on how people were going to watch the video. Skeppy eyed him for a moment and then dug a soft clawed hand into his back, causing the boy to squeal and twist in tne chair before shoving him.
"They've heard you laugh before.", Skeppy added quickly.
"This is so different!", Quackity laughed and shook his head. "It's okay though. Post it.", he grins over at the other boy as his arm wraps around his stomach; both boys felt the soft ache from how much they had been laughing. That was actually pretty usual though, they both found each other hilarious when playing video games together.
Skeppy leaned forward to study some volume levels closer before sitting back in his seat.
"I should just title it BadBoyHalo's reaction to me and Quackity's Meet Up.”
"Don't you think putting that we got into a tickle fight in the title will get you more clicks?"
"I can noooot put BadBoyHalo reacting to me and Quackity's Tickle Fight.", he looked at Quackity with his cheeks burning again. Today was just so flustering for the both of them. Skeppy didn't even hide his face. The words made Quackity giggle and the sight of Skeppy's cheeks made him double over in his chair with laughter.
"My stomach.", he whined. Skeppy poked his side to hear another painful cry.
"I kind of want to keep this a secret!"
"Me too!" They both laughed knowing full well this was going to be posted.
They finished the rough edit and decided it was time to call Bad.
~•~
"I don't understand why you want to film my reaction?", Bad questioned suspiciously. "I'm going to watch the video!".
"But, its special!", Skeppy yelled. Quackity laughed and banged the desk a few times. He always thought they were so funny together.
"Gah!", Bad yelled back, his face getting closer to the facecam. Skeppy and Bad did currently live together, but it was easier to film the video this way because Bad would just film through his computer and then send the recording over.
They sent over the video and both hid their little smiles as they watched him over the discord call. Bad clicked play.
Skeppy paused the video and hid his face in his hands.
"Nevermind nevermind!!", he shook his head.
"What!!!", the other two yelled in unison.
"Oh my goodness what is this!!", Bad hollered and unpaused the video. Then Skeppy paused it. Then Bad unpaused it. Then Skeppy paused it.
"Bad!!", he yelled.
"Skeppy what's going on!!", Bad yelled back. Quackity was in stitches next to Skeppy, which really panicked Bad. ‘Oh my goodness, what did they do?’ he thought.
"Skeppy it's fine! You're freaking Bad out! All we did was-hey!", he gasped and almost tumbled out of his chair as Skeppy shoved him.
"Shut up!!!", Skeppy yelled. Quackity pulled away laughing. He wondered how much of this was real. He knew Skeppy and Bad definitely played up every interaction a little more, but he really couldn't tell right now. The whole friend group agreed only the two of them ever really know what's going on between each other.
"Guys!", Bad cried out. "Oh my goodness! Stop being so violent! Can you atleast tell me?", he huffed. Skeppy gave a warning look over to Quackity who put his hands up innocently. "Guys!", Bad yelled again. Skeppy and Quackity couldn't help but smile at each other.
"Alrighty, gotta go now.", Skeppy said and tried to get up, but Quackity grabbed him and pulled him back into a sitting position.
"Skeppy don't you dare leave!", Bad said.
This was seeming more real by the minute to Quackity. He looked between the two.
"It's not that big of a deal.", he assured Bad. "It's really not.", he nudged Skeppy. "We are going to show him and it will be okay. No need to be embarrassed. I mean...you won anyway.", he said with an eye roll.
"Huh?", Bad questioned and Skeppy shook his head.
"Okay.", Skeppy agreed.
They let the video play and Bad watched nervously as the two interacted on the bed.
"Okay so what, you cuddled for the Q&A right? I overhead Skeppy on...the...", Bad slowed down and went quiet as the boys started tickling each other in the video. Skeppy fully put his beet-red face down in his arms on the desk with his legs kicking softly under the chair. Quackity watched with an amused grin, although his cheeks did burn a little from the scene. Watching Bad react was so entertaining, too. He could not read his expression. They all sat dead-quiet for the rest of the video.
"Jeez that was the cutest thing I've ever seen you little muffin heads!", Bad coo'ed, very pleased as the video came to an end. Skeppy peeked up to see his best friend beaming. He sat up with a huff.
"What! Aren't you jealous!", he cried out.
"I mean I guess. I don't really like seeing you in the bed together. I think I'll just have to get Quackity back though.", Bad grinned at his own plan. Quackity's mouth dropped open. Skeppy jumped to his feet and his chair flew back, startling everybody.
"No! You can't have a tickle fight with him Bad are you crazy?!", Skeppy hollered at the screen.
"What! Why not!! So you can, but I can't?!", he yelled back, also jumping out of his chair.
"That's not the point!".
"Oh my goodness! Skeppy!!!”.
‘Ahhh there it is.’, Quackity thought to himself, amused. He looked between his shouting friends and burst out laughing, jumping in his chair and smacking the arms of it.
"You guys are so crazy!".
(Art is by @kazenomegaminowanpisu )
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Hello love...gonna throw you a curve ball....can I get a #16 from the Your Body is a Wonderland list with LA Knight? He's interesting.
Please and thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Main Masterlist ♡ AEW Masterlist ♡ WWE NXT Masterlist ♡ Your Body is a Wonderland Masterlist ♡ LA Knight Masterlist
Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read.
Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Gifs & photos do not belong to me.
I hope you like it.
#16. I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unless you like it rough
Shaun - LA Knight ☆
YN'S POV:
The only sound that filled my office was his grunts, my muffled moans and the sound of his hips slamming against my ass over and over again.
"Give me one more. One fucking more and I will give you what you wanted all day YN." Shaun growled through his clenched teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
Shaun was up and out of the house long before I even woke up. I knew he has a busy day a head of him with back to back meetings but that didn't stop me from sending photos and text messages about how badly I needed.
I sent him a photo of me sucking my favourite dildo, saying I wish it was cock.
Then I kept messaging him about how I wanted to cum down my throat. How I wanted to taste him for days.
At first I got no response from him but then as I got out of the shower, I found a video waiting for me.
It was Shaun in the bathroom, jerking himself off. I couldn't hear what he was saying as he was trying to be quiet, but I groaned as I watched him cum all over his stomach.
He pointed the camera at his handsome face and he just winked at me and that is when the video ended.
I then went off to my job. I usually don't work Saturdays but I needed to finish a few last minute reports and the best place to do them is at my office.
Usually I have no distractions and I can get my work done.
But not today.
A few hours into my day, the security at the front desk informed me that Shaun was there.
The moment the man stepped into my office, I knew why he was here. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
He closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked.
Shaun put his hands on my hips and pulled me flush against his body and captured my lips with his. The two of us moaning into the kiss.
He one hand left my waist and moved to the back of my head and I gasped as he gripped my hair and tugged my head away from his lips.
"I told you to behave today and you didn't listen. Just had to be a brat." He said. I just whimpered as I knew I was in for it.
I could feel how wet I was, I am practically dripping.
"I have told you this time and time again YN...I'm a lover, not a fighter. Unless you like it rough."
The next thing I knew, I was bent over my desk, which he cleared with one swipe of his arm.
My skirt was bunched over my waist and my panties he had ripped off of my body. His hands were gripping and spreading my ass cheeks as he ate me out from behind.
Shaun had two fingers thrusting in and out of me quickly. I cried out his name as he quickly brought me to the edge.
But he didn't stop. No, he continued to eat me out. My hand was covering my mouth as I heard someone outside my door. Probably security doing their rounds.
I felt Shaun stand up and I heard and felt him undo his belt and push his jeans down far enough that he was free.
There was a knock on my office door at that moment. I tensed up and quietly moaned as I felt Shaun rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy.
"Everything okay Miss LN?"
"Yes Shannon. Just trying to get this paperwork done." I tried to say in a normal voice.
"Just let us know when you leave Miss LN and we will lock up."
"Thank YOU." I cried out as Shaun decided to slam into me at that moment.
"Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Shannon called through the door, her voice laced with worry.
"Answer her." Shawn growled as he fucked me.
"Just stubbed my toe." I said, hoping she will leave. Just the thought of someone hearing us fuck had me clenching my pussy around his cock.
I don't know if she left as I didn't care now. His thrusts were powerful and he had me crying out his name as he fucked me.
I bit my palm hard as he fucked orgasm after orgasm out of me.
"Give me one more. One fucking more and I will give you what you wanted all day YN." Shaun growled through his clenched teeth, trying to stay as quiet as possible.
I didn't know if I could. I didn't know if I could cum again, but Shaun knows my body better than I do.
He wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled my tired and sweaty body against his chest, never once stopping his thrusts.
One hand reached between my legs and played with clit and the other hand gripped my throat.
Between the two, I came with a silent scream. My mouth hung open as my whole body felt like it was fire.
With a grunt, he pulled out of me and I practically fell to my knees. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock as he quickly jerked off into my mouth.
I closed my eyes when I felt the first warm rope hit my tongue and then the back of my throat.
He shouted my name as he came. His hips jerking as his cock twitched in my mouth.
I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me with a lazy smile on his face. I took him fully into my mouth just to clean his cock off.
I opened my mouth once his cock fell from lips to show that I swallowed it all.
Shaun helped me stand up and I popped a few pieces of my gum into my mouth.
"How about some lunch? I have another meeting but it is in a few hours." He asked as we cleaned up my office. I just nodded my head yes as I am starving.
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Getting to know you ask meme
Tagged by @tired-reader-writer
Last song: Run For Roses by NMIXX
Such a banger! The harmonies, their voices in general (Haewon my beloved~), the instrumantel?? ugh! Lives rent free in my head!
Also! Haewons voice is somewhat how I picture Azars voice (at least when singing). Her tone and voice colour is just so beautiful! This song will also go in the AU playlist lol
Here is a Voice Cam of Haewon were her vocals are a little bit highlighted from the rest. You can still here the others though.
Last movie/TV show: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Such a fun movie! Watched it with my parents on New Years Eve. Such a perfect mix of silly and serious. Sometimes you laugh until you can't breath, others you feel like curling up into a ball and just cry. It is a story in a story in a story in a story.
So, to break it down is: we start with a girl reading a book by the bust of the author in a graveyard. We then listen to the author talking about an interview that is basically the book. We then switch to the younger self of the author (Jude Law) when he conducts the interview with the owner of the Grand Budapest Hotel. We then switch to the time when the owner was just a page/footboy (Tony Revelori) and telling the story of Gustave (Ralph Fiennes)- the concierge and later former owner of the Hotel. We then ping pong between the interview and the story told by the owner. It is told in five chapters. (Rant end!)
Sweet/spicy/savory: Leaning more to savory.
But also like sweet a lot! Spicy is my nemesis. I am so white i can't handel most spices lol. But I'm training my body to handel more!
Relationship status: Very, Very single
I am wishing/hoping for a relationship, though it is not my priority. In the mean time, I'm very hapy with my fictonal crushes lol
Last thing I googled: The Grand Budapest Hotel
Besides that it is 'google scholar' (for my term paper) and 'star wars rebels manag read online'. Have yet to watch the show but I do like the manga version of it.
Current obsession: There is alot!
Arslan Senki (obviusly), my AU, Horizon Forbidden West (RIP Lance Reddick), Otoyomegatrai (a new chapter just came out!), Haikyuu... and this is only like the tip of the iceberg for reading/video game stuff! But if I write down more we would be here for an eternity lol.
I also have discovered book nooks and have started to build one since last summer (had to stop due to space for our christmas tree).
Last book: Wolkenschloss (A castle in the Sky) by Kerstin Gier
Have given up on it rather early on. I'm just no longer in the targeted audience and I notice that while reading which sadly sours the reading experience. I just cringe at some things that I might have liked when I was around 15 or so.
But before that I finished reading the first book of the Temeraire series - His Majesty's Dragon and have the next two volumes waiting for me. I had started it back in high school and wanted to read it again. It is so much fun and it's baiscally - what if there were dragons around the time Napoleon waged his wars (so in the 19th century) and there were riders for them and we focus on one (1) british navy soldier who got (unwillingly) adopted by a dragon freshly hetched from it's egg. And maybe, just maybe, said dragon might be a very rare one!
(Also another point for the Temeraire series is that the author is Naomi Novik - one of the co-founders of our beloved and one and only AO3!)
Looking forward to: being done with my term paper
I have a lot of problems with it as it is my first one and I have no idea what I'm doing (I have talked with my tutoress and asked others about it but I just have to figure shit out as I go). I just want to create art and continue my AUs! I want to post my first chapter! maaaaan we need more hours in the day for just relaxing and hobbies
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@whenskiesaregreyy @welome-bob and basically anyone who wants to join in.
#so finally came around to this#thank you for tagging me!#those who are tagged: no pressior or anything to do this!#just some fun silly nonsense
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Twisted Wonderland Whumptober
October 6th - Ransom Video - Leona
Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Farena Kingscholar, nameless goons?
Cw// bleeding, vomit, crying, distress, torture, kidnapping, whump, muzzling, general bad times, psychological breakdown
Rating: R for graphic nature and violence
The cold splash of water, icy and frigid as it his him, snapped Leona to his senses quickly. His ears swiveled to and fro as he looked up, attempting to stretch, only to find he was tightly bound so very little movement could occur.
He let out a low growl, glaring at anything he could see - which wasn’t much, his vision was blurry. He felt bile rising in his throat and he shook, feverish and cold at once.
“King Farena.” He heard a voice say. He looked up, blinking slowly at the general vicinity. “You see he’s quite safe, yes? For now, at least…” the voice let out a sinister chuckle, and Leona growled even louder.
Something was clamped around his neck and mouth, and he squirmed against it. He couldn’t see well what it was but-
“Bad animals get muzzled. After all, a lions jaw strength is quite considerable. We couldn’t have you harming your benevolent hosts, could we?”
His gaze would cut glass pristinely as he watched the blurry figure of the man pace back and forth. There were blinding lights behind him, making the silhouette of him seem even darker.
“Prince Leona will remain safe so long as you wire the money to us in a timely fashion. Every hour wasted deliberating is time he’ll spend being…” he paused, and Leona could see the glint of his teeth, “Well, I suppose you’ll find out what happens then, won’t you?” He came over to grab Leona’s muzzle, tugging the prince closer, “Behave and we might let you off easy. If not…a lion’s fur goes for quite a lot these days.”
Leona grunted and tried to tug himself back as the man laughed and turned back to the camera, “You have 24 hours. After that, he’s dead.”
Leona had no choice but to let himself be carried out of the room and foisted onto a metal table. It clattered under him with the force, and he tried to kick himself back off of it but failed.
The muzzle was taken off for a few moments, and something was shoved into Leona’s mouth. Water. He guzzled it down greedily, only to have it ripped from him far too soon.
“Now, now, not too much. You’ll just throw it up again if you drink too fast, Kingscholar.” A voice cooed. He felt a hand on his head, “Hmm. Perhaps just a little too much holly berry. I had no idea you’d be so sensitive to it.”
Leona jerked away, but the man held a tight grip on his ear, laughing. “Hold still, now, your highness. You’d like to keep both ears, wouldn’t you?”
“Get your filthy hands off of m-“
“I guess if you can’t behave, the muzzle will have to stay on. It’s a shame, I would have loved to hear your screams.”
And thus, the muzzle was back on, much to Leona’s rage.
He had no time to contemplate how badly he wanted to bite them, because soon enough his shirt was pulled up. It raised an eyebrow, but even faster was the feeling of searing against his skin. He grunted, trying to squirm, but he was kept firmly in place. He looked down to find a man - he couldn’t tell which one, they looked all the same - with a branding iron pressed against him.
The feeling of vomit crept up his throat again as he held back a scream. The iron was removed quickly, and he almost was relieved (if not for the fact that his muzzle was now filled with clear-ish pink bile) until he felt the cold stinging of ice against his fresh burn.
“I do hope for your sake that the King completes our request soon.” The man’s voice rang out, distant to Leona, but he could feel his breath against his cheek, “My boys have trained for a long time to deal with animals like you. This is just them warming up, so I’d recommend you get comfortable.”
Seven hours in, Leona begins to cry. He can feel every injury but can barely register what’s going on. There’s gross, thick snot running down his cheek, there’s sobs breaking free from his throat. He can feel blood running from his back, pouring onto floor. The table was long since forgotten after branding got little reaction from him. The concrete is cold, and almost soothing. Leona wishes, selfishly, more than anything that he had stayed in bed last night, that he hadn’t aided Ruggie’s cry for help. That he hadn’t been stupid enough to get caught by trained, expert bounty hunters.
Thirteen hours in, he stops reacting again. The tears stopped flowing from dehydration. His skin is warm and vomit flows out of his muzzle like a river, pink and clear and sometimes yellow and sometimes deep crimson. He shakes as he feels chains clamp down and the muzzle being removed, doesn’t react when he feels a potato sack being thrown over his head. He barely registers the feeling of being lifted and carried, the feeling of a van beneath him, the sound of the road.
Fourteen hours in, he feels Farena’s hands removing the bag. There’s the sound of sirens somewhere nearby. Leona is limp, but conscious, when Farena holds him close, sobbing apologies into his hair. He’s stroking his ears like when they were children and Leona was afraid of a storm. He looks nearby to see his sister-in-law holding her baby son. Leona stares when the baby begins to cry, turning away to hide his face in his mother’s chest.
He laughs a little, humorless and maniacal, watching his brother’s face contort from concern to fear. Farena holds Leona closer as the prince slips unconscious. The sirens have arrived, and Leona has no more strength to stay awake.
#twisted wonderland#twst#twst oneshot#twst headcanons#twisted wonderland headcanons#leona kingscholar#twst leona#twst whumptober#twst whump#twisted wonderland whumptober#twistedtober
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Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I’m back. I wrote a lot over the weekend. I hope you don’t mind haha.
So I wrote this piece (this was the request for a story with Nemo) and another piece (the request for a phone call while he’s away) before we knew definitely she wasn’t on the plane to Bali. The other piece doesn’t fit this trip (and I will send it in later this week), but I was able to tweak a few details in this one to make it a little bit about this marathon diplomatic tour (you’ll see in a minute)… Hope the Kind Anon who requested this piece, you EMT, and everyone else likes it.
"Hi, buddy!" He greeted Nemo who had all but tackled him as soon has he stepped foot back in the Élysée from his trip. "I’ve missed you too!" He laughed as Nemo kept barking, licking at him, trying to make up for the past few days they were apart.
After what seemed like an endless time full of cuddles and petting, Nemo finally settled back down, contented in the fact that his papa was home again. Once he was free to move again, his mind drifted to the other welcome he was looking forward to when he came home, wanting to find her and take her in his arms again, to make up for the time and thousands of miles that they had been separated.
"Where’s maman, huh?" He asked. "Do you wanna go find maman?."
He reached down to give Nemo one last pat before taking off towards the apartment where he hoped his wife was waiting for him, laughing as he felt Nemo continuously nudge his side. "I’m not forgetting about you, buddy, I just really missed her too."
He opened the door to the apartment and heard his wife’s voice, clearly on the phone with someone else, not realizing he’s back. "He’s supposed to be back soon! … He said it was a good trip. … I know, it has been a very long trip."
Rounding the corner into the living room, his heart swelled at the image: his wife curled up on their couch on a video call with their family (he could just make out the sound of his very excited granddaughter). He stood there for a minute, just taking the sight in, taking advantage of the fact she hadn’t noticed his presence yet. God, he’d missed her: her smile, her voice, her eyes, her laugh.
Six days, some of the longest time he’s been away from her since they got married 15 years ago. After they spent so many years long-distance, the swore to themselves they would never be separated again. But sometimes, duty calls, and when he asks so much of her, how can he require this additional sacrifice? It’s better for her if she stays behind on those occasions, even if he feels ripped in two.
He was home now. Finally, he felt like he could breathe again. He just wanted to live in this moment, in this peace for one moment longer.
But Nemo had other ideas and came barging into the room, pouncing on her lap, and startling her. "Hi, Nemo," she laughed when she finally settled back down from the surprise of their lovable, but occasionally chaotic dog throwing himself on her. Looking up, she finally saw him standing there in the entry way of the living room and when she met his eyes, she started beaming.
"I’m guessing from the fact you’re no longer paying attention, he’s back home -" the person on the other end of the line teased, the voice only barely audible to Brigitte, now seemingly in a trance.
"I’m sorry, ma chérie, but -"
"You need to go, I get it. Hi, Manu! Have a good night you two! Love you, maman. Love you, Manu. I’ll talk to you soon,” their daughter called out loudly before hanging up, leaving the two of them to be reunited without a further audience.
"Hi," he greeted with his own matching beaming smile after he heard the disconnecting beep.
"Hi, chéri. Welcome home. I’ve missed you."
"I missed you too."
"I’d get up to kiss you but someone is holding me hostage."
He laughed at that, "Nemo! What are you doing buddy?"
"He’s been very clingy over the last few days."
"Has he?"
"He’s missed you."
"I missed him too."
"And he knows I’ve been sad."
"Why?"
"Because I’ve missed you. Terribly."
"Nemo, buddy, I’m going to need you to move now," he said as he tried to lift their dog out of his wife’s lap, "because that’s my spot."
She laughed at that, especially when he proceeded to straddle her lap, taking the newly vacated space. She leaned forward slightly to kiss him senseless, needing to get closer to him after the last few days apart.
"Welcome home," she whispered, slightly out of breath when they pulled back.
"It’s so good to be back," he replied with a wink before leaning back in for more.
Hellooooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️
Oh please, you will never hear me complain about your writing too much, on the contrary 😍
Oh my heart! The sweetness of this 🤧 Manu coming home to Nemo and then just watching Brigitte talking on the phone with their family. I melted at the image my mind created 🤧🥰
Neeeemoooo, nooo! But how can you cockblock your hoomans 😂 (me wondering now how many times they actually had to lock Nemo in another room to have their “science studies” 😅🤭)
I always imagine how their reunions are after being apart an entire week. Well, given how they seem to be all around each other during that famous « la fête de la musique » after also a week of absence, we may have an idea 🤭😏
Thank you so much, fanfic Anon! And sorry for the late post! ❤️❤️❤️
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Black velvet interview with J.S Clayden from Pitchshifter.
PITCHSHIFTER
(JS Clayden Questionnaire - Taken From Black Velvet 20 - May 99)
By Shari Black Velvet
When JS Clayden sang ‘I must be some kind of genius’, he was not too far wrong. www.pitchshifter.com is an immaculate piece of artwork in one of its noisiest forms. It rips, cuts, tears, bleeps, bops, blares and generally twirls you around in circles leaving you dizzy and decidedly off-balance afterwards. JS Clayden, his brother Mark, plus Johnny Carter, D Walters and Jim Davies are one of the most inventive quintets in rock today. Let’s find out more... courtesy of an email questionnaire which JSC was kind enough to fill in.
J = Js clayden
BV = black velvet interviewer
Black Velvet : What has been the highlight of your career so far?
JS Clayden: Meeting Jello Biafra, selling out the Astoria, playing with Black Sabbath, playing Reading Festival to a full crowd, going to Troma Films offices, not having to get a real job for the last five years.
BV: If you were a contestant on Mastermind, which subject (excluding The Life & Times Of Pitchshifter), would you most like to answer questions on?
J: Punk rock/jazz/art.
BV: How was your UK tour back in February? Do any gigs stick out? Which and why?
J: The UK tour was amazing. We sold out about five venues which was a nice surprise. Our fans in the UK have been very patient while we have been touring the world in '98. It was great to get back home and play to a very appreciative crowd. The London gig was obviously awesome, as there were 2250 nutters up for a mad night out.
BV: Which has been your favourite tour to date and why?
J: Personally I loved the American tour with Gravity Kills, Junkie XL and Cold. It was summer, we had a great tour bus, the tour was 3 months long and we all got along really well. I met a lot of really cool people that I still correspond with over the net and it was just one of those Summers, ya know? Japan was also amazing, but I think America had it.
BV: What would be your dream gig? Where? When? Supported by whom?
J: My dream gig? Dead Kennedys, Big Black, Plug, The Walking Seeds, DJ Shadow, Sex Pistols, Jeff Mills, The Specials, Everclear, The Ruts, Shellac and Girls Against Boys.
BV: Are you looking forward to the 'Big Day Out'? How do you think it will be?
J: We are all looking forward to it. The Ozzfest at the same place was amazing and the Big Day Out will be just as cool I'm sure. I like the fact that crowds get so see different facets of harder edged music rather than just a day of ‘heavy metal’. We'll have to wait and see, I guess. Hopefully I can get in the crowd again and meet the folks down front.
BV: What do you think of Earache's re-issue of 'Infotainment?'?
J: I think for someone who doesn't already own the release it is a great package. And for those who already do, well you get the 3 mixes and all the videos for free if you have a computer. Although the band had nothing to do with the re-release it is quite tastefully done and it looks pretty good. The CD-Rom portion is comprehensible and easy to use.
BV: Fanzines - your thoughts on them...
J: They get to review stuff commercial mags are too afraid to, or can't sell. I like fanzines. Pitchshifter have always featured well in zines. Good luck to them all!
BV: Is there such a thing as a typical Pitchshifter fan?
J: I don't think so. Our public is very cross-genre. I would hope that one thing all our fans have in common is their willingness to be open-minded. We try and give our fans every opportunity to experience new things when we can. We take new bands on tour with us, we talk about what affects us on our website, we get interesting remixes done etc.
BV: You're admired as a band by all sorts. Who would you say is your most famous fan? How do you feel knowing that you might have fans who are also into bands ranging from Bon Jovi to 3 Colours Red to Napalm Death?
J: I was out with 3CR last night! They played Rock City and we had a party afterwards (ouch!) (S: I know, I was there). I am always flattered that people have even heard of the band. We never get any radio play or major press. It's through the small indie stations and fanzines and mags like Metal Hammer and Kerrang! and Terrorizer and our website that people know what we are up to. Our most famous fan? The aliens that left the crop circle in the shape of our eye logo!
BV: Since the Seagram merger/Universal Group takeover, have you found any major changes occurring that involve Pitchshifter? How do you think, as a band, this change will affect you?
J: I can't discuss that element of our deal right now. I can assure you that the new LP is on its way however.
BV: The tour diary on your web site is very interesting and enjoyable to read. When is the release of the book and will it be available worldwide?
J: When I collate it and find a publisher! I am actually in the process of writing a novel based on the first tour diary I did in 1994. It won't be finished for some time though. I am actually far more comfortable writing prose instead of music.
BV: Why did you start writing a tour diary in the first place? Do you keep a regular diary? When did you first start keeping a diary?
J: I have the worst memory. I started writing a tour diary to try and remember what the hell I've been doing for the last 5 years. It was just for me. I think being able to see what you think on paper on the screen also acts as a cathartic catalyst for what you think. You should try it.
BV: You've been touring pretty much constantly for ages. How do you keep things fresh and fun on the road?
J: Satanism, child slavery, sex before marriage, crack cocaine, AC/DC records and Sony playstations. No, seriously - we are having so much fun playing music that we just enjoy it every night. We just literally goof around with each other on stage. Watch us and you'll see us laughing as we stage dive. It's a great life style and it's a shame it can't last for ever. The plethora of laptops, digital cameras and samplers that travel with us keep us on our toes too.
BV: How would you like to see Pitchshifter in the 21st century?
J: Madder, balder, fatter, richer, more irreverent, more cynical.
BV: You once said "The music that spoke to us unemployed kids on sh**ty estates in the North of England was punk music... It was angry and we were angry...". Are you still angry now? What makes you angry?
J: Take a look outside your door... GM foods, police brutality, racism, us f**king the 3rd world over, bulls**t politics, right wing lunatics, pro-life extremists, restrictive religions... Want me to go on?
BV: Is there any subject you'd really like to write a song about that you haven't so far?
J: I think we should write a love song. Now that would be funny.
BV: You come up with all sorts of samples. Where do you get your ideas from for them? Have you thought of anything you'd already like to sample for the next album? Anything really weird?
J: We just go to the studio and sample what we like. I think there will be some more back tracking on this LP. We tried dog whistles but they are outside the audio range of a CD. I have sampled my answer phone messages, my flatmate talking drunk, a woman sleep talking and the sampler feeding back through my computer - I'm sure other stuff will ensue.
BV: If you could introduce three new conditions/regulations into today's society, what would you like to introduce?
J: 1 - Radio stations would be forced at gun point to play wide variety of music and the DJ is only allowed to talk if she/he is telling you the name of the record. 2 - Politicians are not allowed to own ANY businesses and any that are caught lying have to parade naked with a dunce hat around Trafalgar Square for 30 minutes while the populous get to throw rotting vegetable matter at them. 3 - Big business is never allowed to regulate itself, no more BSE scenarios please.
BV: Similarly, you like to get people to question what's going on and you hope to open their eyes by writing and/or talking about your beliefs. What do you currently think the masses should open their eyes to?
J: The continual stream of bulls**t in the news and the government line. The classics from Tony Bore: 1 - "We will not support actions that will endanger the lives of people in minority communities abroad". So what does he do? Grants MORE weapons licences to countries like Indonesia who we know for a fact will use to kill people in East Timore. 2 - "GM foods are safe". Yeah, just like BSE baby. We have no idea what the repercussions of altering food might be until 10 years down the line when they say "Oops, actually they kill you". Just like the pill, just like BSE.
BV: When you originally set up the band, and when you bring new members in (i.e. when Jim began working with the band), do things such as whether the guy is a vegetarian, into Greenpeace and all the other same political and social beliefs as you take up as much a role as whether he's a good musician?
J: They are not mandates but they are important. Jim is a veggie and he believes in a lot of things that we think are important anyway and so all is well. We don't care if people eat meat. It's up to the individual. We don't do it and it works for us and we will be happy to explain why to you. But if you don't want to know then we aren't going to shove it down your throat. It's about education not indoctrination.
BV: Describe the other members of the band.
J: Drinky, mumbly, randy, and happy (does that make me snow white?).
BV: Sum up Pitchshifter in ten words or less.
J: Degenerate low life, mal-adjusted freaks.
BV: Anything else you'd like to add?
J: Go to http://www.pitchshifter.com now and see what's up!
Yep, do as the man says.
#alt#alt metal#alternative#alternative metal#metal#metalhead#nu metal#pitchshifter#idk#industrial#industrial metal#industrial nu metal#British#black velvet
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Yeti Attacks Hiker, Steals Backpack & Falls Down Mountain, Cop Goes To I...
Good good so my grandson is talking to my wife she's pissed off already his neck cuz she's falling over. It looks like you're ripping someone apart good it's probably one of these idiots bothering me and they're bothering you and she said that's true what should I do they found me said well who found you and how many the cameras there and some other footage gets back survive thinking good for you to probably run some maneuvers and see how many and I'm putting it out there that you're there and they'll go there and the free you or you're already missing and she said good and he's okay I don't know where he is he's not at Castle so I guess I don't know is it really is her so she got really mad and said his boy is going to be alone doing whatever just completely shot sense of people will say it too and the Battle of hoth is going to begin and the staff statuses about 2 and 1/2 months or month and a half ago or something they ran up to the Brazil and Amazon area and it ran up to the Sahara and they ran up to the northern tundra to fight the pseudo empire you doing it again and it is March 12th 24 and the warlock off Island our diminished greatly and they suck and they're not friendly's watch times after a time I think they rethink it over if you look at the movies and bill says it's true he thinks cuz we're fighting the empire with them and pseudo empire piece of parts of them but still looks like they're fighting the pseudo empire and I came up with that this is hokey and so I'm not in giant format and she's smiling and laughing and what will we look like he looks like kids it's funny for a small person they said it should be I'm a baby and it's a little baby things I noticed people think I'm odd it is odd I'm throwing my phone when I fall asleep. Across the room he says it's not a great accomplishment but really when I'm sleeping that's kind of like watch out yeah I saved dad by lifting a car up so it looks like both of them are losing and the foreigners are at them they are at their ships they are at the caverns they're at the huge bunkers the Sahara desert and places like that and finally they are at them at the Continental caverns they are doing assessments and prepping to assault ground bases with huge ground lasers and I hear they're in the tunnels plugging them and they are going to be useless these rebels need to redirect themselves they're going to go after the pseudo empire again and they're shaking stuff loose to the empire it's not a grade it's b grade but it's still a lot of stuff and I'll let the clones use it so she got depressed I don't know what day it is and she said it's in the future what he's doing and saying so she sent it out the max are extremely racist against and descendants of great ape and mutants they're massively racist against and if you don't know it you need to know it because you need to go home and she needs to go home for more strength they are seeking any mutant out the reason I'm alive and so they can do it to everybody else for one and the second of them from a different group so she said that's good and I hope you have a good day and night you need to find another place I think a cave perhaps for safety and fire and a rock to block it and she heard all that and said good and she looked around and she knows where some stuff is and found it but this is what it is she needs to escape and there is none
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And still me and you don't understand she's the alter ego of Bill and another genius programmer but with Autobots and transformers and Bill things since she gets grabbed and they grab his stuff but no that would be his stuff and so it's hers but not sure where the hell you guys go I can't see the videos or movies and bill says that's okay and people need to know your going to be okay so you're trying to figure out what to do it says he's in hendersons and the first movie that is the guy's son was going to happen real soon and she's smiling and saying I have to find a place to write down that's good animal skins were good and she smiles says you're right and she knows how to preserve them and it's going on now so she might have other stuff but
I'm really concerned that treating people very badly and we need to stop them it's really gross
Hera
We're going to move on it now here real sick of this a****** save stuff about our son and we need to get him out of here and I'm going to use this guy's ideas and factories and everything that he's used on our son and he's helping the empire so screw him and I get it right I know what I'm saying. I get something too Harley has a conversion kit and one of them is bigger and you can use it on that as a truck and we got to make these Harleys and screw this guy he wants to show up is going to die I'm so sick of him and they're getting smaller and really if they don't just keep on hitting them and other people will too and really they're going to come that much and I want these Harley Davidsons it'll be nice and have a better mental frame and these new trikes we have a lot of stuff we can move around had enough of this crap I'm tired of cow toning them and he keeps telling me don't do that and don't do that and these guys aren't and we can't be seen doing it that much no way and he's right this guy thinks we're pushovers and don't even exist I'm sick of it it's endangering people
Thor Freya
We agree and we're going to take his toys away people started ripping his cars off yesterday and the guys are f****** a****** about it and he's saying all such a s*** and he's getting beat up we need him out of there too they can expose it and some other stuff and then go he becomes heinous as predicted
Olympus
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Deadly Envy
Word Count: 1.8k
Description:
Perhaps directing insults directly to the Avatar of Envy's face is a mistake -- or, Leviathan reminds some demons of their place.
Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Finally got back to continuing this, so here's Leviathan! Apologies for the delay, hope this is okay;;
Note: Vepar is a demon associated with the sea and is one of the 72 demons that Solomon has a pact with, mentioned in the Ars Goetia. They were often depicted as a merman. Lassal is a minor demon named in the Liber de Angelis and is associated with the moon.
Can also be found on AO3 here.
content warning: blood, brute force violence, mild gore, use of hallucinogens
The Avatar of Envy was not one to find comfort in being alone with his thoughts, but there were times where he would wander to a certain cove by the oceanside, a place just for him where he found a sense of peace, a sense of belonging. The taste of salt in the air, the gentle spray of ocean mist, the sound of the waves crashing into the surrounding rocks -- yes, this was another home for him, one he dearly missed.
Leviathan closed his eyes, basking in the light of the Devildom moon as he debated going into the water tonight. It would be nice to go for a swim, but he was also itching to get back home and watch the latest episode of the anime he had recently gotten into.
“Well, well, who do we have here?”
Leviathan’s eyes snapped open, his body tense as he recognized the voice of the demon who unceremoniously interrupted him.
“Vepar,” the name left the sea serpent’s lips in a near hiss. “What are you doing here?”
“Why, enjoying the view this fine evening. I assume you’re doing the same? What a surprise, to see you actually outside! I thought you loved the computer screen more these days.” They laughed, a ripple of malice present in what should have been a joyous sound.
Of all demons, why did it have to be Vepar that had found his sanctuary? Every time Leviathan looked at them, or thought about them, envy bubbled in his chest and filled every fiber of his being.
Vepar had been one of the angels who fell alongside the brothers in the Great Celestial War - one of the few survivors outside of his family - and had been a rather high-ranking officer in the army at the time. After becoming a demon, they managed to become a Captain in Hell’s Royal Navy, following Leviathan as his subordinate. Or, that’s how it would have appeared, if it wasn’t for the fact that Vepar had seemingly lost all respect for their superior.
Their relationship was practically non-existent these days, as the Royal Navy hadn’t been active in centuries. They were never terribly close to begin with, but a great chasm seemed to have opened up between them as the years passed and Leviathan watched Vepar be so … successful.
How was it that this demon who ranked beneath him had managed to climb up so much higher in the social sphere? In true normie fashion, they had no issue conversing with strangers and seemed to make friends wherever they went. They were smooth with their words, charming with their smile, and always knew the right thing to say.
Except when it came to Leviathan.
“What’s with that look? I was just speaking the truth, wasn’t I?” Vepar grins, their mockery obvious. They brush a long lock of hair from their face before looking over their shoulder. “Oh, Lassal, look who I found!” They call out behind them, and soon another demon appears from the dark, his wispy white hair reflecting the moonlight. He was one of the lesser demons who seemed to cling to Vepar whenever they were together.
“Ah, Lord Leviathan..!” Lassal starts a bit nervously, unsure how to act in this situation. After all, he often joined in on the endless ribbing of the Avatar of Envy. The Greater Demon was never around to hear it, so what was the harm? “It’s, uh, nice to see you.”
“I was just telling him how strange it was to see him here. After all, I don’t think there’s a video game store anywhere near this area.” Vepar continues, the deriding smile still on his face. “Such a rare sighting of the ever-elusive demon. And all alone, too … but, I suppose it’s true that you don’t have any friends.”
Leviathan glares at the long-haired demon, his hands now curled into fists as they continue their jabs. Has he really become such a joke? Of course, a worthless otaku like me doesn’t deserve any respect, he thinks, They only care about my position when they have to…
“I would offer you to join us, but… hmm, you’d honestly just kill the mood.” Vepar shrugs, turning to Lassal, and attempts to get him to join in. “Isn’t that right? I mean, we all know how pathetic he is!”
The jealous thoughts continue to invade his mind. They only care because of my brothers. I’m obviously the weakest link, huh? Even Solomon liked Vepar enough to make a pact with them … they might be even better friends than we are …
“R-right!” Lassal easily bends to the other demon’s will. “Sorry, Leviathan, but you’re not really fun to have around.”
And then they feel comfortable enough to talk like this to me, to my face?! They have all the qualities I lack, everything is so much easier for them, and I’m just a laughing stock who only deserves mockery, huh? Is that it..?
“Oh, so polite. Come now, weren’t we talking earlier of how sad of a demon he is?”
“Yeah,” All nervousness is gone from Lassal, a rather smug expression taking over his features instead. “It’s hard to believe that he’s one of the demons ruling over us...it’s funny because even he knows how depressing he is, isn’t that right?”
They really think they’re so much better than me?!
“And to think, he’s Grand Admiral -- ”
“SHUT UP!” Leviathan finally speaks, his envy burning hot and turning into rage as he lunges at Vepar, his claws digging into their throat. “You actually think you can just talk to me like that?” His eyes shift, turning more snake-like while ink spreads through his sclera. His horns grow larger, his tail longer, and his teeth look a bit too sharp when he growls at them. “May I remind you that YOU serve under ME?”
A gargled choke manages to leave the caught demon’s mouth, their eyes wide in surprise. Lassal, who let out a squeak of terror when the third-born attacked, was trying to scurry away from the scene -- only to be caught by Leviathan’s tail in a tight grip.
“And where do you think you’re going?” The sea serpent shot a deadly glare at the lower-level demon, hoisting him up into the air to dangle upside-down. Leviathan turns his attention back to the other demon, trying to stop himself from ripping their head off right then and there.
“I might not be the most sociable guy, or the most popular, or the coolest, or … whatever! But if you really think you can just talk shit to my face and get away with it, you’ve got another thing coming.” His forked tongue slips through his lips with a menacing hiss. “It seems you both need a reminder that I’m the Third Demon Lord, your superior, your Greater, your ruler.”
“I-I’m sorry…” Vepar manages to get out, their previous haughty air vanishing as dread sunk in, a heaviness sinking into their bones. “I--”
“Oh, save your fucking apologies, Vepar!” Leviathan spits at their face. “If it wasn’t for your little pact with Solomon, I would kill you this instant.” He momentarily digs his claws further into their skin. “Your little friend, on the other hand…”
Lassal whimpers, trying to shake his head furiously. “P-please Lord Leviathan! I-I only said such things b-because Vepar made me! They -- “ His words are cut off with a choke as the Avatar’s tail tightens around their neck as Leviathan brings him close to his own face.
“Wow, throwing them under the bus? I guess I can’t expect anything more from the likes of you.” Leviathan sneers, the claws of his free hand going to drag down along Lassal’s face, venom leaving their tips and entering his bloodstream. With a flick of his tail he slams Lassal into the ground head-first, the jagged rock they were upon cracking slightly from the force. “If you thought I was going to go cry in my room because of your taunting, you were sadly mistaken.”
Lassal’s skull was fractured, blood dripping from the head wound caused by impact. If he was trying to say anything more, it came out in incoherent words and sounds, which soon turned into struggling screams. The venom that now coursed through his veins had a hallucinogenic quality that made the victim feel as if they were drowning, and it seemed to be working rather well. Leviathan thrashed him about again, making sure to smash his skull against the rock over and over and over and over and --
“Leviathan, stop! He’s dead!” Vepar screams, managing to get some more words out as the grip on their throat had slightly loosened while the Avatar was preoccupied with the other demon. Leviathan makes sure to deliver one more whack for good measure before dropping Lassal to the ground, his head smashed to bits and nothing more than a messy pile of bone, blood, and flesh.
“So he is.” His voice is cold, distant. His orange-purple eyes are glowing as he turns his attention back to the still living demon. “Now, as for you, Vepar… what was it that you wanted to say earlier? Something about how you couldn’t believe I could still be called the Grand Admiral of Hell’s Navy?”
“I-I didn’t say that, I just … look, I’m sorry, okay? You just a-appeared to have become so weak, you -- “
“...became an easy target?” Leviathan finishes their thought. “Well, let this be a lesson, Vepar. Think you’re better than me all you want, think you have so much more than I do, but at the end of the day…” He drags his claws down Vepar’s chest, sharp points sinking into their flesh and creating several large gashes that spurt dark ichor. They bite their lip in an attempt to hold back their cries of pain, tears streaming down their cheeks. “...I am at the top. I have more power than you do, and I will make sure that your existence will be a miserable one if you dare challenge me again.”
Mumbled words left Vepar’s lips, soon followed by a sharp cry when Leviathan sank his claws into their torso once more.
“What was that?”
“Y-yes Grand Admiral, sir. N-never again, sir!” The words tumbled out without a second thought, the demon trying not to let his body tremble too much from the mix of fear and pain.
“Good.” Leviathan retracts his claws and lets Vepar slump to the ground to their knees, his cold gaze lingering on them for a moment before looking over to the mangled corpse of Lassal. Turning away from the scene, Leviathan begins to walk away, raising a hand in the air.
“Clean that mess up.” He pauses, looking over his shoulder to fix the fellow sea demon a menacing glare. “And that’s an order.”
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Kylo Ren - Kinktober Day 25
Happy 25th Kinktober Day. Enjoy my loves. xxx
🖤 Priest 🖤
Warnings: 18+, power play, unprotected sex in a church, choking, blowjob in a confessional, humiliation, talks about religion, talks about porn
Pairing: Priest!Kylo Ren x fem!reader
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Priest Ren kneeled with his eyes closed, hands interlocked as he spoke to the almighty father above. Candles were flickering in the distance, making shadows dance on the white walls. Golden decor filled the church, making it appear taller than all the other churches the city could offer.
He heard the door getting pushed open, the heavy wood creaking with every inch it was forced to move, allowing (y/n) to step into the church. She moved closer to the confessional, hoping that the priest had already noticed her.
With a kiss to his fingers he rose from the floor, patting his clothing down. He walked towards the confessional, clearing his throat as he stepped into it. Her scent clashed against him, a scent he would long for as he would lust after her, the girl no man had ever touched before. At least that’s what the community thought, innocent (y/n), a pure soul.
But Kylo knew better than that. He had stumbled upon a video a few weeks ago, a video of her on her knees, stripped down, sucking the cock of a stranger. He had never thought that he would be able to feel such a strong desire, but the darkness that had crept into his mind had managed to push him into an obsessive state, watching the clip over and over again.
“Father, I have sinned.” Kylo didn’t spare her words a thought, hands struggling to stay put, wondering if she would fight against his hold if he would reach for her, treating her like the man in the clip. The thought of (y/n) begging for his touch left his heart roaring and his cock hardening.
She kept on whispering, throat burning from the sobs she held back, but Kylo didn’t find it in his heart to care. Images of her moaning self filled his mind, roaming around in his thoughts, filling his heart with a desire oh so strong. Darkness lingered in his heart, taking over every inch of his body, guiding his mind.
“God won’t help you with this.” His rough voice filled the confessional. “You have sold your body, you are feeding off greedy people. He won’t accept your confession.” The lie flooded from his lips all too effortlessly, followed by another sob that clawed through (y/n).
“What can I do, father?” One sob after another left her, burning in her throat, the body that didn’t have enough strength to carry her. Shame and embarrassment kept holding onto her, how she wanted to turn back time, to stop herself from filming those clips.
Kylo lifted the curtain that hung between them, burning eyes taking in her shivering self.
“How far would you go to receive absolution?” His hand met her jaw, roughly tugging her closer, body tumbling to the wooden floor. A surprised gasp left her, wide eyes stared at his towering frame. (Y/n) felt a strong pull in her chest, a tightness so unfamiliar, she shuddered and twisted, wanting to rip herself out of his grasp.
“What are you doing?” She couldn’t deny the excitement that entered her system, wondering if he had seen her clips, how she had moaned while her mind was set on the handsome priest. (Y/n) had always lusted after him, the tall, handsome man with hair so black that even darkness would get jealous of him.
“Get to work, a slut like you should know how to please a man. Do what I say and I will free you from your sins.” He was gambling, hoping that her naive self would push her into his embrace, guided by the promise he spoke.
Trembling hands worked on his black trousers, pushing them down his legs to free his throbbing cock. His length was bigger than she had imagined, tip already red and leaking, veins meandering themselves up his length. He was beautiful, the velvety skin felt soft in her grasp, perfectly fitting into her hand.
(Y/n) spat onto his tip, eyes flickering back up to meet his glance. Kylo moaned out, head rolling back, giving her a perfect view onto his bobbing Adam’s apple. With her hands placed on his thighs she put her mouth on him, tongue swirling around his tip, licking the drops of salty precum away.
His taste filled her mouth, stuck to her skin as she got to work. She couldn’t take much of him, just enough to please him. Set on a fast pace, she bobbed her head up and down his cock, choking whenever he would jerk his hips, tip grazing the back of her throat.
Their sinful sounds filled the empty church, no longer were those halls holy, though tainted. He had defiled God’s home, though Kylo didn’t worry about any punishments, holding onto the feeling of her hot cheeks wrapped around his cock.
“Atta girl, such a cock hungry whore for me, aren’t you?” He was close, hand tangled in her hair, making sure that she wouldn't pull away from him, taking every drop of his hot cum. (Y/n) kept on sucking on his tip, eyes not letting go of his, watching him tumble over the edge with his lips pulled into an o-shape. Cum filled her mouth, stuck to her tongue as she slowly let go of him, swallowing it all.
Kylo’s dark hair stuck to his forehead, sweat glistened on his skin, projecting the heat that rushed through his veins. (Y/n) was heaving for air, head spinning as she lost her grip on him. Without being able to speak her mind, to ask if he would forgive her for her sins, Kylo pulled her out into the church.
Neither (y/n) nor Kylo seemed to care about their current appearances, but just as she wanted to pull away, Kylo pushed her towards the altar, forcing her to grasp the wooden table before she'd tumble to the floor. Everything was moving fast, too fast for her to catch onto what he was doing. A moan fell from her parted lips as he pushed her dress up to her waist, hand cupping her dripping sex.
His cock was hardening once again, no longer exhausted from his orgasm, but ready to tear her apart. She sobbed his name, begging the priest for his forgiveness, but in the quietness of the church he ripped her panties down her legs, brushing his cock through her slit from behind.
"I won't forgive you, not for being a slut for other men, you are the lord's child, though lost like his son, Lucifer." The second Kylo called the devil's name her body hurled forwards, his cock pushed into her tightness, finding comfort in her velvet walls.
Priest Ren fucked her as if the archangels were singing in the background, praising the almighty father, watching (y/n)'s spirit make its way into the holy realm. It felt as if she had left this life behind, being reborn with the lord's touch guiding her towards him.
Skin slapped against skin, right in front of the cross that stared down on them, hands buried in flesh and wood, uniting blood with arousal, running like the river Jordan.
"Jesus died for your sins, so that you could live, and how do you thank him for it? You are fucking men on the internet, to feed hungry, greedy sinners." (Y/n) shuddered as he spoke against her spine, leaving kisses on her skin, followed by vile words that left her cunt clenching and her heart racing.
Her body was shaking, walls fluttering, ready to cum around his cock, to scream his name, filling the still empty church with his name. But Kylo wrapped his arm around her body, moving up her skin like the snake had wormed its way around the tree in the Garden of Eden. He clamped his hand down around her throat, leaving her breathless and voiceless, no air left for (y/n) to speak her mind.
"Cum for me, cum, you lost soul, you needy little girl, cum for your priest." And she came silently around his cock, wanting to scream his name, but she couldn't, not as long as he held her with his iron grip. Kylo ferociously fucked her, chasing his own high as she shuddered, waiting for him to pull out of her.
Moments before he could paint her walls white he stepped away from her, cum spluttering onto her ass, relieving himself on her skin. He watched his cum drip down the back of her thighs, with a smirk on his lips he scooped it up with his thumb, forcing her lips open with it.
And as (y/n) swallowed his cum, with tears glistening in her eyes, he silently whispered into her ears.
"You will never be forgiven."
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First time knife play with JJ Maybank
First time knife play with JJ Maybank
*Author note: I got locked out of my old account (spookysquishsworld) and am reposting all of my old writings
This morning there was a tiktok video going around where Rudy was playing with a knife. It brought something out of me, and i know everyone wants more JJ smut. So here yall go. I hope you like it.
ALSO if anyone has tips on how to format more easily, i write on a different app and then paste it into the text box… ??
TRIGGER WARNING HARD CORE. KNIFE PLAY. THIS COULD BE TRIGGERING TO SOME. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED BY BLADES OR KNIVES. WARNING: Knife, blood, blindfold, choking, fingering,
JJ was sitting in the little cabin of the steering wheel of the boat, groaning that he was bored, leaning his head back against the wall.
He takes out one of the fishing blades packed on the boat. He takes the blade out of its canvas sleeve, in a place that you could have sworn was slow motion.
You are watching him through the back window of the cabin. Watching him take out the knife, you feel your eyes grow in size. Gulping quietly so you could continue enjoing the show started feeling your core grow hotter.
JJ starts tossing the blade up into the air trying to catch it. The danger of him potentially getting hurt grew an excitement deep inside of you.
You didnt know what this was. Why the sight of the blade excited you to your core. What would it feel like? Would it be cold? What would it feel like to give JJ all of that control. You knew he would never do a thing to hurt someone else unless provoked.
You swallow hard trying to keep your hand out of your shorts. The others close by.
Now JJ is starting to twirl the blade between his fingers. His face twisting with concentration, making his dimples come out. You could see one of his brows furrow. With the rings on his fingers, and the knife moving swiftly could have made you cum from the sight.
JJ felt someone watching. He looked over his shoulder, still twisting the blade. You both made eye contact. JJ giving you a sexy smirk, his eyes growing a deep blue.
You moved away quickly from the window and plastered your back to the wall aside the window. Trying to catch your breath from the sight of the sun kissed blonde with a shiny knife.
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All of you have now returned from the boating adventure and you excused yourself into the bathroom of John Bs house. You splash cold water onto your face trying to collect yourself. You all were still hanging out but your heat never faded.
As you unlock the door, you find JJ standing in the doorway across from the bathroom, his arms crossed. You started getting worked up again just from the sight of his muscles.
“Hey, y/n, can I talk with you?” JJ asks. Motioning to his bedroom.
“Where are the others? ” you ask JJ, your heart beat raises, feeling like you just ran.
“I shooed them off” JJ says giving you a wink as he looks back behind him to make sure you are still following.
As soon as both of you enter into his bedroom he closes the gap between you and backs you into the door, closing it behind you with a force that made you stop breathing.
This is it, this could be the moment you were waiting for.
JJ kisses you with such a force you could not keep the moan down that was escaping your mouth. His hands were on your hips, pulling you closer. Your head was spinning from his touch, you waited all day for this.
JJ kisses from your mouth down your jaw, hitting all the right spots. Against your neck he says “Y/N, we need to talk about something.” You take a deep breath trying to focus on what he was saying. You try to untangle both of you, so you weren’t distracted. “Ok” you say sighing that he broke up something you were waiting for. “ I saw you watching me playing with the knife….” He trails off, you nodding you head, hoping that he could put two and two together. He was a smart boy. “…. I think I want to try something with you.” You heart jumps and your eyes fill with the same lust that he looked at you with multiple times before. “Im not sure how or why but watching you play with that knife did something in me that I didn’t know could happen….” You confess, letting all guard down, looking at your hands because you didn’t want to look him in the eye, you would have just died from embarrassment. JJ comes swiftly to your side and gently puts his hands on both sides of your face, bringing you to look at him.“Baby, there is nothing to be ashamed of, I know these thoughts can be scary and intimidating, but as long as we are honest with each other and talk about things before And after, we can do this. Honestly, it what I was thinking about while playing with it.” He kisses your nose, resting his forehead against yours. “I
was curious how you would take it, we already have been dabbling into some kinky things in the bedroom…” he continues talking as he wraps his hands around your waist. Closing your eyes with the feeling of him wrapping you into him, you laid your head against his chest. You were trying to memorize his smell around you. How his arms felt wrapped around you. “You know my rule, you can tell me anything and I wont judge. As long as you are honest and remember the safe word, we are golden. You remember the word right, babygirl?” How could you have forgotten, you sat in bed with him late at night, laughing and forgetting the world around you. You were trying to come up with a word that would completely pull both of you out of anything you were doing. Toilet. Toilet was the word you settled on. You talked about golden showers and both of you agreed that, that wasn’t something you’d be into. JJ spoke up, pulling you out of your memory. “Do you want to try? The gang wont be back for hours. The house is ours. We can be as loud as we want….” He kisses you hard and chokes you a little, the coldness of his rings makes you gasp against his mouth. “we all know you have trouble being quiet, princess” JJ says against your mouth smugly, knowing full well the power he has over you, to make you into a crumbling screaming soaking mess. He picks you up and tosses you onto the bed. He makes contact with your mouth and you moaned at the touch, kissing you so you wouldn’t notice, he blind folds you with the bandana from his back pocket. Kissing down your neck, sucking hickies into your collarbone, he slowly pulls out the knife from his pocket, the one you saw earlier, he lifted from the boat. The first contact was your shoulder, you gasped shockingly from how cold the metal was. Colder than you imagined, ice like.JJ drags the knife softly against your delicate skin, never picking up the blade off of you. He cuts one of your straps from your shirt, which makes you scream quietly from excitement. He continues to drag the blade up against your neck, against the sweet spot near your ear, and down your cheek. Your heart is racing and you are practically panting, drool tipping out of the corner of your mouth. JJ sees you drooling under him, a soaking and panting mess. He becomes hard and grinds his hips into you so you could feel what you do to him. “Open your mouth stick your tongue out.” JJ orders with a deep sexiness to his voice. This tone of his is one you love, one where he is taken over by lust and cant get enough of you. You close your mouth tight, being the brat you are, knowing there would be a fun punishment for this act of disobedience. JJ stopped grinding into you and lifted himself up off of you. He turned your hip to the side, your back still on the bed but your left hip in the air. He dragged his hand across your underwear, making brief contact with where you wanted him the most. All of the sudden you feel a smack and a sting. He spanked you, leaving a red hand print on your bare ass. The noise that escaped your mouth earned a growl from him. Your chest raising and falling rapidly from all of your excitement. “Open your mouth. Stick your tongue out. I will not repeat myself.” JJ says as you feel his hand around your throat. You stick your tongue out, letting all juices free flow. You feel the cold metal pressed flat against your tongue. You couldn’t stop drooling. You only ever could drool that much while you were sucking him off. When you feel the cold leave your mouth you start begging. “JJ please, I need you. Now, please.”“Tell me what you want, brat” He spat back at you, tightening his grip around your neck. Your head falls back and you beg him “Please touch my pussy, I want your fingers, your tongue, the knife, your dick. Please anything. I just need something. Please” The need you had for him almost brought you to tears. JJ drags the knife down your bare stomach, your shirt was long gone. You arch your back and JJ could see all the goosebumps forming. He starts biting your hips, sometimes too hard and there was blood popping out
of some of the teeth marks. He dragged the knife down to your panties and with one quick motion he cut off both sides around your hips. Tugging on the cloth he ripped them from the front so there was friction against your clit. You gasped so loud and was so shocked you gripped the sheets around you. Knowing if you reached for him there could be bad consequences. Biting and sucking at your hips again, he pushes your legs aside and finally gives you what you begged for
With out any warning he pushes two fingers into you. Still feeling the blade, over a hip and down one leg tracing your ankle and then coming back up. “Baby, you are a dripping mess. I never knew you could get so wet and wanting. All for me.” JJ practically growled against you “Yes baby you are doing so well. I love seeing you like this.” You bucked your hips against his fingers, still inside of you. This Was all you needed to just about cum. He immediately removed his fingers and you whined so loudly you startled yourself. Edging you once before letting you get any closer. “OPEN"He demanded once again and you obliged you needing him more then a punishment He stuck his fingers in your mouth "Taste yourself, baby girl taste how wet you are for me.” You start sucking on the fingers in your mouth, tongue dancing around them like you were sucking them off. This earned a deep growl from JJ in your ear. A “please” escaped your mouth without even thinking. He starts to drag his fingers, softly barely touching your skin, down to your wet hot core he pushes you back over so you are laying flat on your back, legs wide open his for the taking. He flicks your clit just to tease a little bit more before giving you what you want. You were now open mouth panting and whining, some noises you didn’t even recognize. He put two fingers into you going at a pace you didn’t think was humanly possible, again things were slow motion you didn’t think he could go any slower. “Stay very still, do not move a muscle or I will stop he orders” JJ places the cold blade onto your clit and you move your hands deeper into the blankets bracing yourself so you didn’t move. He curled his fingers to hit your g spot and you almost cried. You needed him more than you ever needed him before. “p…..please JJ… please make me cum….. please baby….. I’ll do anything just make me cum……” you plead knowing you couldn’t stay still for much longer he removes the blade and you start to protest “Please…” as quickly as he removes the blade he replaces it with his mouth sucking and twirling his tongue so skillfully he starts pumping his fingers rough and hard, a pinky grazing your other hole his hand is now dripping from your juices “baby cum for me you are doing so well, you are almost there….” pounding your g spot over and over with his hand you feel the rings slipping close and close to your entrance, his fingers deep inside of you. your back raises from the bed as you feel the knife flat against your belly just enough to feel the coldness you release and scream like you were on a rollercoaster you were on one of your own high JJ had to use his arm to keep your legs open, holding you down still pounding you with his fingers making sure he gets everything out of you as you let go of the sheets coming down from your high he moves to place the knife on the bed and to slip the bandana off of your face kissing you everywhere on your face and finally your lips you lay there limp tears escaping your eyes you breathing so heavy you weren’t sure if you’d ever catch your breath He lays down next to you in awe and kisses you gently against the mouth you laugh against his lips unbelieving that you just came that hard “wow” escapes your lips as you run your hands through his hair his hand laying lazily on your hip “I didn’t know you could scream that loud Y/N” still laying there euphoric blinking to try to make sure this was reality, nodding slowly “you really liked that didn’t you y/n”“yes I had no idea…. i .. it… wow…. more ….” JJ giggled that he had you speechless “ I will be right back baby okay? Just stay here, Im so
proud of you” he put away the knife and brought you some water and covered you up with your favorite blanket you could make sense of words now…. “Wow JJ fuck, that was awesome. I had no idea” He came up behind you cuddling into you under the blanket kissing the side of your face “Im glad you liked it I can say its one of my favorite things now.” “Me too, i thought it would be different” “how so” JJ looks down at you making sure you were okay “that it would be more dangerous i guess” he feels you shrug against his arms around you “as long as you don’t jerk and move too much i have all of the control. I wont ever hurt you baby, I’m so proud of you. you did so well” “ JJ I’m glad we can trust each-other this much. I wouldn’t be able to do any of this if it wasn’t with you.”
He kissed you softly against the mouth and your hunger reappeared How could it not with a sun kissed blonde god next to you “Your turn for me to make you cum JJ” You say climbing on top of him feeling his dick hard against your bare clit. Shuddering at the feeling since you were still sensitive, smiling. you both melted into the blanket, not coming up for air until the sun rose again
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Catching Stardust
Tadashi Hamada x Reader | ☁️ + ✨ | 3.9k
Most days, like any other university student, you would wake up tired. Unfortunately for you, that was not today. You had spent the entire night working on your lab report for one of your science courses and didn’t get a wink of sleep. At least it was handed in and done with.
(You had to double check - just in case your brain decided to get desperate and help you imagine the best case scenarios. Thinking and doing were two very different things, they were hard to tell apart when you were so dead tired though.)
It was one of those days.
“Morning, Honey Lemon,” you greeted as you navigated your way into the kitchen for some caffeine. Grabbing your travel coffee tumbler, you watched your blonde roommate in her morning stretching routine.
“Good morning, (Y/N)!” Honey cheerfully replied. “How was not sleeping last night?”
You halted your movements, looking up at her with concern. “Can you tell just by looking at me?”
Honey Lemon laughed. “No, silly. GoGo came home late last night and saw you up. I heard you shuffling around earlier this morning too. No raccoon eyes, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Thank goodness,” you said with a sigh as you continued pouring liquid energy into your tumbler. “This bio course is going to be the death of me.”
“You mean working two part time jobs will be the death of you,” GoGo corrected you as she walked out of her room. “Girl, you need time to have fun too.”
You stuck your tongue out at her. Rummaging through backpack, you noticed a missing tome of knowledge. “Has anyone seen my Medical Terms bible?”
“Coffee table.” Honey called out from the living room as she held the tree pose.
GoGo walked over to you with the heavy book in hand. You mouthed a thank you to her before taking a sip of coffee.
“(Y/N), you need to take some time to make some more friends or meet a cute boy,” Honey Lemon brought up. She exchanged a look with GoGo. “We know someone who you might like. He’s nice and funny, good looking as well.”
You gave your two roommates a sad smile. “By the time I’m ready for a relationship, a boy like that will already be snatched up by someone less stressed about their future.”
Grabbing your premade meals and a couple of snacks, you swung your backpack on.
“I work bookstore and pharmacy today, so I’ll see you both tomorrow morning. Good luck with your projects in the meantime.”
“Bye, (Y/N)!” Honey called out.
“Keep the luck, you need it more than we do,” GoGo said with salute.
Walking out of the apartment, you checked your phone for your schedule once more. Class at nine, bookstore at two and pharmacy at six. And it was already eight thirty, yay. Just your typical jam packed day, all so that you could pay off medical school tuition in the future.
Balancing everything in life was... impossible, but you were managing.
Full course load university student, working two part time jobs, and a very minimal but still existent social life.
It wasn’t easy, but it was what you wanted. Going to med school was a necessary path to take if you wanted to help people out in your future career choice.
Just as you were arriving on campus, a voice caught your attention.
“(Y/N)…!”
You turned to see your friend Mina, another sufferer pre-med student.
“Hi Mina,” you greeted.
“Did you sleep last night?” she asked. When you shook your head, she let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, me too. Dr. Andrews is going to kill us with these lab reports and the test Thursday. I mean, I’d feel smarter if I weren’t so tired all the time.”
You smiled. What a mood.
“Is my make up, okay?” Mina asked. “I don’t want Justin to see me at my worse - not yet.”
You glanced over Mina’s face. She had gone through the usual effort to make herself look cute. “You look fine and I’m sure Justin wouldn’t be scared off. He knows we’re med students.”
Mina made a face. “We’ve only been a dating for two months, (Y/N), two! He doesn’t know what kind of crazy we are yet. You never know when he might get skittish and ghost me.”
If you weren’t so tired, you would have laughed.
Linking arms with Mina, you pulled her towards the classroom.
Today was going to be just another day.
Tadashi checked over the information on his phone as he walked off campus towards the bookstore. He had been looking up information to help his robotics project and a certain book had come up in his recommendations. Deciding that the resource was worth checking out, and was worth the price, he was determined to get his hands on the book while his robot was still in the works.
Walking through the doors, he made his way to the medical section. Browsing the shelves, he kept an eye out for the particular title.
After circling the area for a while, he let out a huff. Where was this textbook?
Noticing a girl wearing a name tag, he approached her with smile.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could help me?”
She turned to him with a smile, (E/C) eyes making contact with his brown orbs.
“Of course, are you looking for something?”
Tadashi nodded, pulling out his phone and showing her the textbook information.
"Ahhh, this one. That’s a popular book with the first year pre-med student courses,” she commented. “Everyone always asks where this one is - we organize this one by title since there’s no author.”
Leading him back into the medical section, the girl stopped in an area of the bookstore that Tadashi had missed earlier. She tapped the spine of one of the books.
“This one is good resource for in depth procedural explanations,” she explained. “Not what you were looking for though...”
Scanning the shelves, the girl paused and frowned when she stopped a particular spot.
“Is it out of stock?” she murmured, checking again. “For a textbook no one appreciates until third year, I’d be surprised if it’s sold out...” She turned back to Tadashi with an apologetic smile. “I’ll check if we have the book in stock - give me a second.”
Pulling out her phone, she typed up some information quickly. The results of her searching seemed to yield the same results.
“It looks like we’re actually out of stock for this textbook right now, although, we are restocking it,” she explained. “Would you like to request a reserve to get a copy?”
“That would be helpful, sure,” Tadashi agreed.
“Great, let’s go fill out a form for you,” she chirped, leading him away. “Are you a med student?”
“No, I’m a robotics engineering student at SFIT,” he replied. “I’m working on something related to the medical field though.”
“Really? That’s so cool,” she exclaimed, looking genuinely interested. “It’s amazing to think how technology can incorporated into health sciences. If you don’t mind me asking, what are you working on?”
“A healthcare robot,” Tadashi explained with a fond smile. “It’s still in the works, nothing has been finished yet, I’m still working on the programming stages.”
“I think that’s incredible. I’m sure you’re capable of amazing things.”
The sincerity in her tone brought a smile to his face. For someone who didn’t know much about his project, the kind words from her were very nice.
“What about you?” Tadashi asked. “Are you a student?”
“Yeah, over at Sato Health Institute,” she responded. Sato was the top post secondary institution for health care in San Fransokyo located nearby - it even shared some programs with SFIT as Tadashi recalled. “I’m a pre-med student - if you hadn’t already guessed.”
“I might have had a feeling,” Tadashi said with a grin. “You seemed like you were familiar with things firsthand.”
The girl laughed. “Lots of firsthand experience, trust me.”
Approaching the help desk, the girl popped around to grab a paper and pen. Scrawling down information onto the page first, she then slid the paper over to Tadashi across the counter.
“Just fill out the rest of the form and the textbook should be arriving in the next three days.”
Tadashi looked up from filling in the form, brown eyes flicking over to her name tag. “Thank you so much, (Y/N).”
“You’re welcome,” she replied. She took a sip from her coffee tumbler. Grabbing a sticky note, she offered it over to Tadashi. “If you’d like, leave your number and I’ll text you when it arrives - I’ll be working that day. I promise to use your number for professional reasons only.”
“I’d appreciate that,” Tadashi said as he wrote his number down. As he finished his form, he noticed a large medical terms textbook behind the counter on the desk next to the computer with a ton of sticky notes sticking out. “Is that yours?”
“That’s my current bible,” she affirmed with an amused tone. “Can’t survive without it.”
The two of them shared a laugh.
“Thanks again for your help.” Tadashi repeated as he returned the form.
“Just doing my job, don’t worry about it! It was great meeting you...” Her (E/C) eyes flickered down to the form and smile appeared on her face. “...Tadashi.”
As Tadashi left the bookstore, part of him was still lingering behind, thinking about (Y/N). She seemed like a nice girl and he really hoped that they might have another chance to encounter her again.
You fumbled with the door before pushing it open, popping back into the dark apartment. Hitting the light switch, you took off your shoes and checked for signs of your roommates.
Looks like Honey Lemon and GoGo were still out.
No surprise.
The three of you were always busy, whether the other two liked to admit it or not.
Just as you were sorting things out in the kitchen and about to grab a snack, your phone buzzed.
Mina: OMG. Did you see Terry’s SNS profile update? 🤣🤣
(Y/N): What did he do this time? Do I want to know??
Mina: He put MD CANDIDATE. The AUDACITY of this man - I got a C+ working with partner project with him. My poor GPA... 😭
(Y/N): I mean...
Mina: DON’T
(Y/N): Cs get degrees 😂
Mina: RIP me. Seriously though, are you free to study for that bio test?
(Y/N): let me grab my snack first, I’ll see you video chat
Mina: True MD candidate here
(Y/N): HA
Letting out a sigh, you swiped a snack from the cupboard before heading back to your room. Fingers crossed you would get some sleep tonight.
“Oh, finally!”
Tadashi wiped his hands off with a rag and turned to look at Fred. Wasabi and GoGo were also looking at the beanie wearing boy, but neither of them decided to engage.
“Something up?” Tadashi asked, speaking up.
“The comic bookstore said they were out of that new series I was telling you guys about the other day,” Fred explained. “I refused to go to Richardson’s place, so apparently, they reached out to the nearby bookstore and they have a copy! I got to go pick it up.”
“The one near campus?”
“Yup.”
Tadashi paused, thinking for a moment before making his decision.
“I’ll come with you.”
“Let’s go then, man!”
Catching up with Fred about the current condition of Baymax, the two soon arrived at the bookstore. Fred immediately beelined towards the help desk with Tadashi trailing behind him.
Just as Tadashi anticipated, a familiar face was working at the desk. This time though, (Y/N) was fairly concentrated on the stack of flashcards piled on her space next to textbooks filled with sticky notes.
“Uh, excuse me,” Fred said, practically bouncing on his toes.
That was enough to jolt her out of her studying. Shoving away her flashcards, she offered Fred a smile. “Yes?”
“I believe someone called about -”
“Oh! I know what you’re here for,” (Y/N) said, jumping up. She got up and skimmed over the bookshelf behind the counter. “Ah, here it is. Fred, right?”
At the sight of his new comic, Fred nodded happily. He quickly accepted it from you. “Is there a comic book section?”
(Y/N) nodded. “Just straight that way, it’s not a big collection, but you might find something.”
“Alright, thanks!”
Fred turned to see Tadashi lingering around. “You coming, Tadashi?”
“There’s something I want to check out, I’ll catch up in a bit,” the black haired male responded.
As Fred disappeared, the girl turned her attention over to Tadashi.
“I didn’t think I would see you again so soon,” she commented. “The book is not in yet, sorry.”
Tadashi smiled. “That’s fine. I see you’re here often.”
“Yeah, when I’m not busy with classes or my other job, here I am.”
The words piqued your interest. “Other job?”
“I also work at a pharmacy,” (Y/N) explained.
“Ahh. You must be a busy person,” Tadashi said. He tilted his head towards your desk. “Studying too?”
She flushed. “Yeah. Only because today’s pretty quiet - my manager doesn’t mind as long as I’m work as I’m needed. There’s a test coming up.”
“Good luck, I think you need it.”
“I do. Thank you.”
Tadashi watched as (Y/N) moved back to sitting at the desk. As she picked up her flashcards, she looked up at Tadashi.
“How’s the healthcare robot going? Any progress in the last 24 hours?”
“Baymax finally had some supply come in for assembling,” he responded. “So, just a little bit.”
“Baymax?” she repeated confused. “Oh. Is that their name?”
Tadashi nodded.
“Baymax… I like it, sounds friendly.”
“I should probably let you get back to studying,” Tadashi commented, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry for bothering you.”
“Not at all, I’m happy to chat with you.”
- Wednesday. 6PM. -
Honey: (Y/N)?
(Y/N): What’s up, Honey Lemon?
Honey: I heard the pre-med students plan on throwing a party this weekend?
Honey: Are you going?
(Y/N): Nah, I think I have work.
GoGo: You always work.
(Y/N): Huh, I never noticed.
(Y/N): Anyways, parties are not my scene. I’d be happy spending a free evening at home instead.
GoGo: Mina says she’ll miss you.
(Y/N): She’ll have Justin, she’ll be okay
Honey: Well, if you ever decide to go, we know a boy you can take with you.
(Y/N): Thanks, but I’ll pass. 🥰
- Thursday. 5PM. -
Unknown: Hi Tadashi. The textbook you wanted finally came in! Feel free to drop by anytime to come pick it up.
Tadashi: Alright, thanks (Y/N)!
Unknown: Yep, no prob!
Tadashi: Hey, is this your personal number?
Unknown: yeah 😊
(Y/N) has been added to contacts.
Tadashi: Hope you don’t mind if I contact you like in the future. 😊
(Y/N): Oh, I wouldn’t mind at all!
“Tadashi, hi,” you greeted, waving as the boy came into your line of sight. With a baseball cap on his head today, you almost mistaken him for someone else. Pulling out the textbook, you handed it over to him. “Here you go! You weren’t the only one trying to get your hands on this textbook today.”
Tadashi peered at you curiously as he accepted the textbook.
“You look tired,” he pointed out.
You just shrugged with a half smile. “The bio test was today - that was gruesome.”
“At least that’s done with,” he encouraged you. “Week’s almost over, too.”
“Best part is I’m off in five,” you agreed.
You could see your words caught Tadashi’s interest.
“Are... are you still working after?”
Shaking your head, you leaned back against the counter. “Nope, told them I was busy today so no shifts at the pharmacy tonight.”
“Would you like to go out with me then?” Tadashi asked hopefully. “We can hit up a café and grab something to eat?”
Good thing you were leaning against the counter, because the surprise you felt would have toppled you over.
“Oh, um, sure!” you agreed, cheeks heating up a little. “I’ll meet you outside in five?”
“Sounds good.”
- Friday. 9AM. -
Tadashi: I enjoyed my time with you yesterday.
(Y/N): I enjoyed my time too! Although the cookies there were kind of hard... 😢
Tadashi: Yeah... I find us somewhere with nice cookies next time.
(Y/N): Just a warning, next time might be a while. My schedule is usually full.
Tadashi: That’s fine!! If you ever find yourself with free time, let me know, I’d like to spend it with you.
(Y/N): 🥰
(Y/N): You’re too sweet, Tadashi.
(Y/N): How are you single??
Tadashi: Haha, I could ask you the same thing. Probably the same reasons as you though. I’m usually too focused with what’s in front of me.
Tadashi: Hope to see you around though.
(Y/N): me too
- Some Tuesday. 8PM. -
“And your total is 18.95,” you said, pressing buttons on the register to confirm the amount. The customer tapped their card for the purchase before taking their bags. “I hope you feel better!”
“Thank you,” the customer responded as they left.
You waited until they had gone completely before heading back to find your manager. Spotting one of older pharmacy students, you decided to talk to them instead.
“Hi,” you greeted.
“(Y/N), need any drugs?” Harper asked with a smile.
“I’ll take them all,” you joked. “Let Aria know I left if you see her for me?”
“Yeah, go. You’re free,” she ushered, waving you away.
As you pulled on your jacket and stepped out of the pharmacy, a figure caught you by surprise.
“Tadashi!” you exclaimed.
“Surprised?” he asked. “Thought I’d walk you home, not safe for you to walk the street alone at night.”
“I do it frequent enough,” you countered with a smile.
“Ooh, risk taker,” Tadashi said.
You laughed. “I appreciate this though, thanks.”
Tadashi nodded. As the two of you were catching up each other on what happened throughout the day, you felt Tadashi slip his hand into yours. Fingers intertwined, you could feel your heart racing.
This was something you didn’t want to let go of.
- Some Monday. 2PM. -
GoGo: Yo, Tadashi
GoGo: Fred wants to know when you’ll be back with the snacks.
Tadashi: Just stepped back on campus.
GoGo: Took you a while.
GoGo: You seeing someone behind our back?
Tadashi: Ha. Does Baymax count?
- A couple weeks later. Friday. 10AM. -
“Someone looks cute today,” Mina commented as you sat down next to her in the lecture hall. She eyed you up and down, nodding approvingly. “Not working today?”
“Yeah,” you replied. “My rare day off besides class. Thought I’d put a little more effort in today.”
“Well, you look adorable,” Mina confirmed. She let out a sigh when she saw the professor walk in. “Let’s see if we can survive these next two hours.”
“Challenge accepted,” you said, bumping her shoulder playfully. “Although, I might lose you halfway.”
Mina gasped and smacked your arm.
You laughed as you pulled your laptop. Although the two hours went by at a decent pace, you were glad the course was three quarters way through.
At the brutal pace your professor went, there was nothing but review for the few weeks before final exams. It was nice to know you didn’t have to teach yourself an entire unit in a week before your final.
Bidding Mina goodbye, you weaved your way out of the lecture hall and out into campus. At this point, most groups of students you saw hanging around were study groups. You would have been like them too, if you hadn’t worked so hard to make things work.
Balancing two part time jobs along with classes had you putting in so much extra effort that it usually paid off in the long run.
Yay.
Navigating your way through the streets with the GPS app open on your phone, you soon spotted the campus you were looking for.
SFIT.
(Abbreviated, because thinking through what each letter stood for was too much effort.)
Slowly wandering around as you pulled up the campus directory, your eyes glimmered when you spotted the building you were looking for. Popping inside, you clutched onto your bag, peering around curiously. There was so much science happening in this space.
Lots of creativity too, you wondered why their tradition was to prank the art school.
Poking around, you soon realized you were lost among the many rooms and labs. Your mission was a failure. Pouting, you pulled your phone.
(Y/N): Help me, I’m lost.
Tadashi: What do you mean?
(Y/N): I wandered into the lab building and was going to surprise you with a visit, but I don’t know where to find you. 🙁
(Y/N): I didn’t think this through...
Tadashi: Awwww
Tadashi: What room number do you see? I’ll find you.
(Y/N): Lab 2B
Tadashi: omw
As you awkwardly waited for Tadashi to show up, you tried not to look suspicious. Although admittedly, you were sure you looked suspicious regardless since you were lost.
“There you are,” the soft yet deep voice greeted from behind you.
Turning around to see Tadashi, you smiled.
“Sorry for the trouble,” you apologized.
“Not at all.” Tadashi shook his head. He took a moment to take you in. Within his eyes, you were absolutely beautiful. He didn’t want to mess up, so he kept it to himself. He’d voice his thoughts one day. “Welcome to Nerd Lab, by the way.”
So this was where Tadashi, your roommates, and their friends all spent their long hours working.
Tadashi took your hand. “Come on, I want to show you my lab.”
Following after Tadashi, the two of you entered the elevator behind arriving on the floor of his personal lab space. He opened a door, showing you his tidy space.
“Baymax won’t be in the works for a while, but here,” he pulled out several large blueprints. The image of an almost plush like character was found in the middle. “This is going to be Baymax.”
In awe of all the labelled details and planning in place, you looked up at Tadashi.
“This is incredible,” you breathed out. “You’re incredible too.”
Tadashi dipped his head down and captured your lips for a kiss.
Before he had the opportunity to pull back too far, you went in and gave him a quick peck as well.
Although the two of you were flushed, the loving gaze you could see in Tadashi’s eyes made you feel hopeful about this relationship.
“Can I see the medical programming?” you asked, breaking the silence.
Tadashi shyly nodded. “All the computer.”
- Later. -
(Y/N): Do you think we should let our friends know?
Tadashi: Nah, they’ll catch on eventually.
(Y/N): But if they don’t should I just accept their blind date request?
Tadashi: WHAT?
(Y/N): 😂
(Y/N): I asked for more details one time.
(Y/N): He’s this handsome robotics engineering student, who nice and has a good sense of humor. Apparently he’s very dedicated to his work too.
Tadashi: …
Tadashi: They’ve tried to set me up with their friend as well.
(Y/N): Hmm, maybe we were meant to be after all
Tadashi: I think so. 😀
(Y/N): 😘
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And They Were Roommates - One Shot
a/n: I’ve had this idea for a long time, and I’m glad it’s finally come together. I love friends to lovers fics, they make my stomach twist in the best possible way, so I hope you all enjoy these two! Feedback and reblogs are always helpful. (not proofread)
Warnings: two idiots refusing to just get together until they do, SMUT, mentions of Only Fans (which I truthfully know nothing about, but I wanted to make things saucy)
Words: 11.3K
“We just need to be quiet in case my roommate’s home.” You say to your date, Jeremy, as you key into your flat. He nods with a grin as you enter.
“Hey, lovie, how was the-“ Harry smirks when he sees you come in with your date. “I see it went well, never mind.”
You roll your eyes at him. He was sitting on the couch in some sweat pants, and that was it, watching some romantic comedy.
“Harry, this is Jeremy, Jeremy this is my roommate Harry.”
“I’m her best friend too, but I can see she clearly hasn’t brought me up all night. M’a little offended, pet.”
“Okay, well, I’ll try to be more courteous.” You shake your head at him, and tug Jeremy along to your bedroom. “Sorry about him. He usually goes out on Friday nights, but lately he’s been staying in more.”
“You…you live with that guy?”
“Sure.” You shrug and then wrap your arms around his neck. “We’ve been friends for years, and we’re in the same grad program, so it just made sense to split a flat.”
“Listen…uh, I was excited that you invited me up, but I can’t fuck you with that guy sitting out there.”
“What?” You frown and step back. “Why not?”
“Because I’ll just think you’re thinking of him the whole time. He’s…like…perfect! I can’t compete with that.”
“Jeremy, you’re being silly, just clear your head, we can-“
“Sorry, Y/N.”
Jeremy opens your door and leaves you standing in your room. You were in shock. Jeremy walks quickly back out into the main area, and sees Harry still sitting and watching his movie.
“Oi, that was quick, mate. Hope you left my girl satisfied.” Harry grins at a disgruntled Jeremy, and he leaves.
“You know it’s comments like that…” You sniffle as you stand there in your pretty dress and heels. “That make guys just up and leave.”
“What are you talking about?”
“He took one look at you sitting there like that and ran off!”
“So, I can’t even sit in the comfort of my own living room without some douche feeling emasculated? Are you sure you want someone like that fucking you, Y/N?”
“I just wanted to hook up! Christ, now I have to go take care of it myself.” You groan.
“Well, when you’re done, come join me. We can watch My Best Friend’s Wedding.” He leans forward and smiles. “You look really nice tonight, I’m sorry he was an idiot.”
“Thanks.” You wipe your finger under your nose. “Would you make some popcorn or something?”
“On it.”
Alright, some explanation is probably needed here. See, you and Harry met your sophomore year of uni, no, not drunk at some party, in class, actually. You both were education majors, so you ended up having a lot of classes together once you really dove into your major courses. You got paired up on a project together, and there was no separation between the two of you after that.
Normally, Harry wouldn’t have been the type of guy you’d be friends with. To be honest, he dressed like a douchebag when you first met him. You wondered why he’d want to be a teacher. He had floppy curls, wore a snapback with every outfit, and you didn’t think he owned a pair of jeans that didn’t have any rips in them. Although, you did enjoy his Chelsea boots, his sweaters, and his nail polish and rings.
You were innocent, and sort of preppy while he was loud mouthed and scruffy. Your friend groups never merged, but your best friend knew about your friendship with Harry. She’d constantly poke fun and say you had a crush on him. You didn’t. Harry was hot as fuck, anyone with eyes could see that, but you weren’t into him in that way. That was one of the reasons he liked hanging out with you so much. Most girls that tried to be his friend were just trying to fuck, and that could be fun, but sometimes he genuinely wanted to meet up for coffee and have a conversation without it leading to screwing on an extra-long twin bed.
Harry’s friends knew you well. As the years went on, you’d often be the one he’d bring back to his place drunk. You started off by sleeping on the floor, and then one night you realized you both adults and could sleep in the same bed. His friends would give him an equally tough time about you. Sometimes you’d come over and wait in his room for him while he was out with another girl. To some that may have been weird, but nothing was better than drunk platonic cuddles.
There was one night, your senior year, you had woken up with him spooning you. In all the nights spent together, you two never fell asleep or woke up like that. You didn’t shift when you felt his morning wood poking you. His arm was draped loosely over you. You almost wanted to see if he’d make a move, so you pretended to stay asleep a little longer. His hand had slid to your hip and squeezed it, but that was the extent of the interaction. He rolled onto his back, and you did the same. You looked up at him and started giggling.
“It’s not funny.” He groaned, putting his forearm over his eyes.
“Didn’t know I did it for you, Har.” You poked the dimple forming on his face as he smiled.
“Don’t flatter yourself, sweetheart, happens to every guy in the morning.” He peered down at you and you rolled your eyes.
You had never spoken about it afterwards. You didn’t want to embarrass him. When you both talked about grad school, and got into the same university, he asked you to be his flat-mate.
“You don’t wanna live with Niall and Louis anymore?”
“They’re getting real jobs, they won’t wanna listen to me complain about school. I’ve found a great two bedroom place. I think it could be fun for us. Dontcha wanna live with me, baby?” He pouted at you and you nudged his shoulder and laughed.
“Christ, I hate it when you start getting all beggy. Alright, we can live together.”
He took you in his arms and hugged you. You were both extremely excited. Sometimes it seemed like you and Harry knew everything about each other, but that was not the case. After you moved in and got settled, it was time you revealed something to him. You called him into your bedroom to talk.
“Is everything okay? You’re not having doubts, are you?”
“No! Not at all, I’m glad we’re doing this. I feel safe with you here, and I’m glad we still have classes together. I…I just need to tell you something. Um, I don’t know what you do to...like, when you’re alone, I don’t know what you use, but I know things can pop up geographically, so I just wanted to warn you.” You bit your bottom lip, and turned your laptop around to show him your Only Fans page. His eyes widened, and then he shook his head.
“This is a joke, right? You made a fake website.”
“It’s not fake…” You muttered. “I don’t do lives, I don’t get naked, and I don’t show my face.”
“Then what do you do?”
“I was a dance minor, as you may recall.” He nodded yes at you. “So I make little strip tease videos and blur my face. Sometimes I take lingerie photos too. It’s a wonder what people will pay for.”
“How’d you get into this?” There was no judgement in his voice, he was genuinely curious.
“It started as a joke between Jenna and I, but then we started making money, and it’s enough that I can pay all my bills and live comfortably. I’ve already paid off one of my student loans thanks to this. I don’t even know if you use Only Fans, but I knew you’d probably recognize me or something if you stumbled across it so…I just wanted to warn you.”
“You know…the coffee shop I work at is hiring if you don’t feel like doing this kind of stuff.” He smirked.
“I actually don’t mind it. I essentially work for myself.”
“So you don’t sit in front of your camera and get yourself off with little bunny ears on?”
“No.” You laughed. “Just videos of me dancing in some intricate lighting, and saucy photos.”
“Can I see?”
“What?!”
“Not one of the videos, show me some pictures.”
“Harry…”
“Come on. I’ve seen you dressed to the nines before, but I’m having trouble believing you would take any provocative photos.”
“Fine.” You clicked through the various photos, and find a mostly decent one. “Here, you can look at this one.”
His eyes widen again as he scans it over. You could only see your face from the lips down. You had a lollypop pressed to them, and some of the juice from it was dripping down your chin. You were laying on your bed in a pink lace bodysuit, and if he squinted he could probably see your nipples, but he chose against it. Your legs were up against the headboard, crossed at the ankle.
“Well?” You asked.
“It’s, uh, it’s very tasteful.” He cleared his throat. “Thanks for telling me…I…I mean I definitely look at porn sometimes, so…uh…definitely wouldn’t have wanted to accidentally wanked it to you.”
“I doubt you would have even stayed on my page for long. You probably like to watch the really freaky shit.” You grinned and closed your laptop.
“I don’t know, there’s something sort of sexy about someone looking so innocent.”
“And that’s exactly what my viewers seem to say in the comments.”
Harry never brought up your page after that. You didn’t make him promise not to go searching for it, you just figured he wouldn’t. With all that aside, your living situation was working out perfectly. Sometimes Harry would bring home the day old muffins or bagels from the coffee shop, and you both had all the free coffee you could drink.
When you first moved in he was like his old self. He went out on dates almost every weekend. Normally he wouldn’t bring someone back, but once in a while he would. You never minded, you’d bring people back too, but you started to notice a pattern. Most guys either would have a tough time fucking you if he was home, or would end up leaving the way Jeremy did. You weren’t sure why they felt so threatened by Harry.
You supposed Jeremy could have been taken aback by seeing Harry shirtless. He was muscular, but not quite skinny. Buff in a way. He could hurt someone if he really wanted to. Once you’ve changed into some comfy pj’s, you plop down on the couch with Harry, and dive into the bowl of popcorn he made so you could watch your movie.
“So, I take it you’re not gonna take care of things yourself?”
“I’m too annoyed now.” You sigh. “It’s fine. I’ll try my luck with some random when we go out tomorrow night.”
“Good idea.” He throws his arm around you, and you both settle as the opening credits start.
//
Harry had to be up early for his shift at the coffee shop. After getting some schoolwork done, you took the opportunity to get some other work done. You had to be dressed for the club tonight anyways, so you got dolled up, and took some new photos for your page. You always got comments about your lips, so you’d use blow-pops to kiss against, or to rub against. You got some really great shots in, and got dressed in your regular clothes before Harry got home.
“Got your evening makeup on already? It’ll be hours before we leave, love.” He says as he runs a hand through his hair.
“You’re not the only one that worked today.” You wink at him and he rolls his eyes.
“You know, if I didn’t have all my tattoos I could be doing the same thing you’re doing.”
“Plenty of people with tattoos have pages.”
“The last thing I need is to start working at some school, and have a parent recognize me for the wrong reasons.”
“True.” You nod and go into the fridge. “I’m gonna make some stirfry, are you hungry?”
“I could eat.” He shrugs. “I’m gonna go shower.”
“Alright.”
You didn’t necessarily mind that you’re dating life was a little tricky. You had all the domesticity you could need with Harry, however, you were certainly hoping to meet someone tonight at the club. You just wanted to have a meaningless hookup.
After dinner, and having a couple of drinks at home, you and Harry meet up with Niall and Louis at the club. Louis and Harry were laughing over something, so you decide to pay Niall a little attention. You always thought he was cute and funny. He was always nice to you too, as was Louis.
“How are things with your classes?” He asks. “Sort of wish I was doing the grad school thing.”
“Oh, but your job is so cool! Data analysis is riveting.” You giggle against the rim of your drink and he shakes his head. “Classes are good. I’m more so just excited to start teaching, but I have a while for that yet. Practicum last year was such a tease.”
“I bet you’d be a fun teacher, you’d certainly have no problem keeping my attention.” He slings one of his arms around the back of the booth you were sitting in and he inches closer. You smile at him and take a sip of your drink.
“Yeah? Why’s that?” You put your hand on his shoulder and twirl the material of his shirt around your finger.
“Your voice for one thing. It’s smooth, soothing. Your smile is sweet, so that helps too.”
You blush a little from his compliments, and finish your drink.
“Need another, babe?” Harry asks, breaking you and Niall from your little chat.
“I can get it.” Niall says. “Vodka tonic?”
“Please.” You smile and watch him go up to the bar. Louis and Harry look at you. “What?”
“Are you trying to fuck Niall?” Louis asks.
“Of course she’s no-“ Harry says, but he’s cut off by you.
“So what if I am?” She scoffs. “It’s safer than trying to get some guy I don’t know, right?”
“If that’s the case, why not just fuck Harry?” Louis smirks.
Harry death glares Louis as your face scrunches.
“It’s a little cliché, isn’t it?” You say. “Fucking your roommate and best friend? I’ll pass. That’s a load of drama we don’t need.”
“So, what you’re saying is, if Harry wasn’t your roommate or your best friend, you’d fuck him?”
“Hmm…” You tap your chin playfully and look Harry up and down. Before you can answer, Niall returns with your drink, and another round for the guys. “Thank you.” You say to him, and he sits down closely next to you.
“You wouldn’t wanna dance, would you?” Niall asks you.
“I’d love to!”
You both get up and make your way over to the dancefloor. Harry sulks while he plays with the straw in his drink.
“What are you all mopey for, huh?” Louis asks him.
“I don’t really like the idea of them hooking up. Could change the dynamic of things for all of us.”
“Instead of worrying about that, why don’t we try to go meet some ladies of our own, hm?” Louis smiles at Harry, and Harry nods in agreement.
You were having a lot of fun dancing with Niall, and his laugh was infectious tonight. You told him you needed to use the ladies room, and when you came back he was acting like a completely different person.
“Did I do something wrong?” You ask him over the blaring music.
“No! I just…” He looks over at Harry and Louis and then back to you. “We really shouldn’t be messing around like this.”
“We were just dancing.”
“But it was going to lead to something more, no?”
“Did you want it to?”
“Well, yeah, but you’re my friend, and…I wouldn’t want to make anything weird between us.”
“So…you don’t wanna go into the single stall bathroom and have me suck you off?” You bat your lashes at him and his eyes widen.
“Shit.” He says under his breath. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“Alright.”
He wraps his hand around your wrist, and leads you through the crowd of people. You both go into the bathroom without a single thought and lock the door. You could hear the music faintly as you looked at each other.
“You seemed pretty sure of things before.” You say to him.
“I…I wigged out for a second. I really want this.”
You smile and step forward, pressing your lips to his. His hands go to your hips, and he squeezes you. He tasted like the tequila he had been drinking, and you smile against him. You kiss across his jaw, and to his neck while your hands work to undo his belt.
“You’re okay with this?” You ask him.
“Yeah, go for it. Would it be easier if I sat up on the counter?”
“No, I don’t mind getting on my knees, thanks.” You smirk at him and sink down, tugging his pants and boxers down just enough for his hard dick to spring out. You look up at him, impressed.
“Don’t look so surprised.”
“Sorry.” You chuckle. “Good for you, though, honestly.”
You kiss his tip and he jerks slightly towards you. You wrap your lips around him, and suck on him. His hands move your hair back, and you close your eyes as you work him over. You pump what you can’t fit, or what you don’t feel like fitting, and you hear him panting. This is all you wanted, you just wanted to make someone feel good.
“Y/N, I’m gonna come.” He warns you, and you give his thigh a squeeze to let him know it’s okay.
He comes into your mouth, and you swallow it to not make a mess. He helps you stand up, and then you help him zip his pants. After rinsing your mouth out he grabs you and kisses you. Your eyes flutter closed as he sucks on your bottom lip.
“Would you finger me?” You ask him just above a whisper against your lips.
“I’ll do anything you want.”
//
Louis was off making out with some girl while Harry was at the bar, brooding. You and Niall come back from the bathroom with flushed cheeks. Harry looks at you, and then looks at Niall. Niall just rubs the back of his neck and looks away.
“Y/N, are you ready to go home?” Harry asks her.
“Um…I was hoping to have another drink, but if you wanna leave we can.”
“I’d like to, yeah.”
You both say goodnight to Niall, and head out. He doesn’t say anything to in the back of the cab, and he’s quiet as you both go inside your flat. He fills two glasses of water and hands one to you.
“What’s wrong?” You ask him.
“Why’d you have to fuck my friend? Of all the guys in there, it had to be Niall?”
“I’m going to bed, I’m not having this conversation with you.” You start to walk away from him.
“So if I took Rachel into the bathroom at club and fucked her, you’d be fine with it?”
“Rachel’s a lesbian, so that’s a moot point.”
“You know what I’m trying to say.”
“I wouldn’t care, Harry. Also, you make it seem like Niall isn’t my friend, when he is. And not that it’s any of your business, but we didn’t do more than diddle each other. I sucked him off, and then I let him finger me, that was it.”
“You know, if you just needed to get off, I’m sure your own hand would have sufficed.” He huffs.
“Sometimes you just wanna feel someone else’s hand.” You say quietly.
“So Niall’s a good enough friend to diddle you, but I’m not? I’m extremely offended.”
“Harry…I don’t have to see Niall every day. It would get weird between us, and you know it.”
“I’m just saying, if you needed some help-“
“Don’t finish that sentence. You’re drunk, you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go put yourself to bed, I’m gonna go wash up.”
“I’m assuming no cuddles tonight then?”
“You’ve assumed correctly, goodnight.”
Harry emerges from his room around ten the next morning, thankful he had the day off from work. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, coffee cup in hand while reading one of your textbooks. He sees you’ve made coffee, and he pours himself a cup.
“Morning.” He yawns as he sits next to you.
“Morning.” You say without looking at him.
“Are you mad at me for some reason? Usually you come to my room after we’ve been out like that, and you didn’t…”
“Harry, do you seriously not remember what happened last night?” He shakes his head no at you. “It just wasn’t a good night for drunk cuddles, okay? Can we leave it at that?”
“Alright.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his coffee. “Do you feel like going to the campus library with me in a bit? I’ve got a paper to work on, and a change of scenery would do be some good.”
“Sure! I have some mock lesson plans I need to work on so that sounds good.”
He watches you get up and go into your room so you can get ready. He sighs to himself, feeling bad for lying to you. He takes his phone out to text Niall.
Harry: I’m sorry about last night…I know I can’t control what you do and who you do it with, and clearly what I said to you didn’t matter anyways
Niall: I was going to listen…but she really wanted it, mate, I’m sorry. It wasn’t anything serious, just two friends helping each other out, alright?
Harry: alright
Niall: are you sure you don’t have feelings for her?
Harry: I just don’t think it’s smart for our little circle to comingle like that, that’s all
Niall: whatever you say
“Harry, go get dressed, the sooner we go, the sooner we can come back and watch a movie.”
“Right.” He says with a smile and gets up.
//
Harry fucked up one night. He didn’t feel like trolling on Tinder for a lay, so he found himself on Only Fans. There were a couple of pages he was subscribed to, but they just weren’t doing it for him tonight. He wanted something a little different, so, against his better judgement…he went to your page. Sometimes he’d check it out just to make sure no one was leaving you any sick comments, he never really went there to ogle you. But because you didn’t use your face, he could use his imagination a little bit. He puts his headphones in, and clicks on one of your free videos.
He smiles when he hears one of your favorite songs playing in the background. You were a skilled video editor, hoping to teach that media arts. The video fades in, and there you are, completely clothed. You start dancing, it wasn’t over sexy, but you had a way about taking your clothes off. You were doing a chair dance, one of your specialties. The video ends with you just about to take your shirt off, and then it fades out with a smirk on your lips.
“Oh, she’s good.” He says to himself.
Leaving people wanting more was certainly key on this site. He sighs, and clicks through a couple of the other free things you had on your page, and then eventually he pays to subscribe. You’d never know it was him, it’s not like he used his real name. He was more curious than anything to see what else you could have on there. He clicks through some of your photos. His jaw drops when he sees you licking a lollypop.
There’s a knock on his door, and he nearly throws his laptop across the room. He exits out of his all his tabs and closes his laptop.
“Come in!”
“Hey.” You say, leaning against the door frame.
“What’s up?” He was sweating. Had you seen that you had a new subscriber? Had you somehow figured out it was him?
“I have cramps, can I come lay with you?”
“Oh.” He sighs with relief. “Sure.” He makes some room for you on his bed, and climb on, laying on your stomach.
“What were you up to?”
“Looking for some porn to watch, to be honest with you.” He chuckles as he rubs at your lower back.
“Oh, Christ.” You laugh and nudge his leg. “You didn’t need to let me in.”
“It’s alright, you’re more interesting anyways. How was your day? Feel like I barely saw you?”
“It was good. I had a lot of work to get done so I was at the library, and then I met up with Rach for dinner.”
“How’s she?”
“Good. She’s finally starting to make some friends at work.” You sit up and move to sit on your bum. “I have a cheeky idea. Let’s find a really bad porn to watch.”
“Together?”
“Yeah! We could find a cheesy one from the seventies or something, stuff our faces with ice cream and have a good laugh.”
“I’ll go get the ice cream, you find one to watch.” He slides his laptop over to you, and gets up.
You knew his password, so you enter it in. You open up his browser, and go on incognito mode. He comes back shortly with a gallon of ice cream and two spoons.
“Okay, I think I’ve found one. Major bush on this woman, and the guy.”
“Incredible.” He laughs and hands you a spoon. “Let’s see how they did it back then. Who knows, I may learn something new.”
“God, porn back then was only made for men.” You scoff, and take a bite of the ice cream. “I mean, these women just lay there and take it! What’s the fun in that?”
“I know, I like it when the girl’s a little more involved instead of just starfishing.”
“I’m all for a guy being on top, but you really shouldn’t just lay there. There’s still plenty a girl can do. Although, I have to say, when I’m not super into it, I just lay there until the guy comes.”
“Why not just speak up and tell him to do something else?”
“At that point there’s no coming back. Besides, you know how fragile the male ego is.” You smirk at him.
“True…although, I think it’s really hot when a girl is vocal in the bedroom. If she’s telling me how she likes it then I know she knows her body, and that image alone is so satisfying.” He takes a slow bite of the ice cream to watch your face.
“It doesn’t get frustrating?”
“Not for me.” He shrugs. “I mean, I’m usually able to figure it out without much help, but I always make sure to ask if it feels good.”
“What a gentleman.” You poke his cheek and he swats it away. “I like it when a guy is vocal too, like, isn’t afraid to moan, that kind of stuff.”
“I never understood why guys are so afraid to moan. If it feels good, let it out.”
“Exactly!”
You both completely forgot you had an old porn on in the background until you heard an extremely fake moan rip through the speaker. You both laugh hysterically.
“This must’ve been before boobs jobs got popular, those are as natural as they get.” Harry laughs.
“Jesus, I know, look at those things bounce!” You laugh, and then look down at yourself, frowning.
“What?”
“Well….I have, like, bowling ball tits, like when you go candle pin bowling, is it attractive to watch big, heavy boobs like that?” You point to the screen. “And mine are kinda saggy, and-“
“Please, stop talking about yourself like that. Don’t you have, like, thousands of subscribers on your Only Fans? People clearly like the way you look.”
“They’ve never seen me naked.”
“Still.” He looks down at your covered chest. You were wearing a sweatshirt. “You…not to sound creepy, but you’ve got a great set on you. I’ve always thought so.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I just never said anything because I didn’t want you knowing I was checking you out.” He smirks and throw one of his pillows at him. “It’s hard not to with some of the shirts or dresses you wear to the clubs sometimes. You really know how to make yourself look sexy.”
“Oh, and I’m not sexy right now?” You chuckle.
“No, you are, it’s just a different kind of sexy. Like, you more cute than anything else, but still totally fuckable.”
“Gee, thanks.” You roll your eyes and take another bite of ice cream. “Mm, we picked a really good flavor this week.”
“I know, way better than last week.”
“I’ve been having fun trying new flavors with you. Gives me something fun to look forward to. Is this twenty-two? Getting excited over ice cream flavors?”
“Pretty soon we’ll be excited over buying a new vacuum, or a dishrack.”
“Oh, I love a good dishrack.”
Harry bursts out laughing, and so do you. You ended up falling asleep with him in his bed, your head cradled to his chest. Harry was always the perfect cure to cramps.
//
“Oh…hello.” A girl says to you some random Wednesday morning. You were stood in your kitchen making some toast before class.
“Um, hi?”
“Oh, god, he has a girlfriend doesn’t he.” She whines.
“No! I’m Harry’s roommate. Did you spend the night, would you like some coffee?”
“Got scared for a second there. No, I’m all set thank you. Um, have a good one!” She says and leaves the flat.
“Is…is she gone?” Harry whispers from around the corner and you chuckle.
“Yes, Harry.”
“Thank god.” He sighs.
“Since when do you bring someone home with you on a Tuesday night?”
“I was working late at the coffee shop, and she was there doing homework, and one thing lead to another.” He pours himself a cup of coffee.
“And it was no good?”
“Terrible, I didn’t even ask for her number.”
“What made it so terrible?”
“She just…she wasn’t…doing it for me, I don’t know. There was no connection, Y/N.” He sighs.
“Maybe it’s time you start actually dating and work your way up to fucking someone.”
“That would involve me having to get to know someone, and I can’t stand people.” He pouts.
“Good thing you’re going to be a fucking teacher then.” You laugh. “Hurry up and get ready, or we’ll be late for class.”
Harry gets ready, and you both walk to campus for your K-12 instructors class. You were thankful to have class with Harry, you weren’t sure what you’d do without him. Just having someone to make eye contact with when someone said something stupid, or if the professor did something cringey.
“Hey, Y/N?”
“Hey, Daniel.” You smile up at him. “What’s up?”
“Well, I…I was wondering if you had plans this weekend? On Saturday?”
You look at Harry and he shakes his head no.
“Not that I can think of, no.”
“Great, uh, would you like to go to the movies? We could grab dinner as well.”
“I…I’d like that a lot, um, here.” You take your phone out to hand it to him. He puts his number and texts himself.
“Cool, I’ll text you later.” He moves to go sit down a few rows behind you. You look at Harry with a grin on your face.
“See, dating, it’s sorta fun.” You say to him.
“Wining and dining someone sure is a lot of effort. Don’t think I quite have it in me, but you have yourself a good time, pet.”
//
You have a wonderful time with Daniel on Saturday night. He took you to Panera, and then to see a comedy. He let you pick the movie, and you were delighted. You shared a lot of laughs, and made out with him in his car before he took you home.
“I ha d a lot of fun.” You tell him.
“Me too.” He says. “Maybe we could do this again sometime?”
“I’d like that.” You smile and get out of his car. When you get up to your flat, you can’t wait to dish with Harry about how your night went.
“Hola chica.” He says to you from the kitchen.
“Late night tacvos, my favorite. Save me any?”
“Course, grab what you like. How was your date?”
“Really good. Daniel’s super sweet.”
“Not sweet enough to bring home?”
“I’m taking my own advice and giving dating a try. He asked me if I wanted to go out again sometime and I said yes. We did kiss for a bit, it was nice.” You shove a taco into your mouth. “Mm, you make the best tacos, Har.”
“Don’t I know it? So…so you kissed, but nothing else?” He mutters as he finishes his food.
“Nope.”
“Did you want to?”
“I don’t know.” You shrug.
“Then you shouldn’t go out with him again.”
“What are you talking about?”
“If you didn’t wanna rip his clothes off, it’s probably not gonna last.”
“Lust doesn’t make a relationship.”
“No, but it should be passionate. Even if you’re respectful and wait, you should still wanna fuck the person.”
“Sometimes you have to work up to feeling that way.”
“Nah, when you know, you know.” He winks at you and goes over to the couch. “I was about to watch-“
“Oh my god!” You screech.
“What?!”
“Did you not check the mail earlier?! Kevin and Ashley are getting married! This is their save the date. Holy fucking shit.”
“Makes sense, they’ve been together forever.”
“Well, we have to go, Harry.”
“Okay.” He hears you suck your teeth. “What?”
“No plus ones…”
“So? We’d just go together anyways. We can save money on a hotel room too.”
“That’s true. I just…wow, I couldn’t imagine getting married right now.”
“Like I said, when you know, you know.” He plops down onto the couch and turns the TV on. You sit down next to him. You look at him for a moment, and then turn your attention to the TV. Nothing else really needed to be said.
//
You hated it when Harry was right. Daniel was nice, but there was no spark. You went on four dates with him, and you didn’t want to fuck him.
“Hey, I was looking on the hotel website for the wedding, the room with the king sized bed is actually cheaper than the one with the two queens. That work for you?” He asks you as he comes into your room holding his laptop.
“Yeah, that’s fine. Just tell me how much I need to Venmo you.”
“Will do, it’s not terribly expensive. I’ll only need a hundred bucks from you.”
“Perfect.” You take your phone and send him the money. “Thanks for booking it.”
“No problemo.” He comes in and sits on your bed. “What are you up to, babydoll?”
“Just putting some mock lesson plans together.” You sigh. “Could definitely use a break, though.” He lays down on your bed and pats the spot next to him. You roll your eyes at him, and he pouts. “Ugh, fine.” You get onto your bed with him. “Happy now?”
“Very…although….”
“What?”
“Well, you get to lay your head on my chest all the time. I’d like to do the same. Or…okay, there’s this trend on Tik Tok…could I lay down between your legs?”
“Um…like…with your head in my crotch?” You laugh. “I can put a pillow there and you can lay down if you like.”
“Okay.” You grab a pillow for him, and he gets on his back, resting his head, and looking up at you. You run your fingers through his curls and his eyes flutter closed. “I love it when you play with my hair.” He sighs.
“I knew you were coming in here with a motive. Booking the hotel room to get something out of it, huh?”
“Your nails just feel so good, and you know it.”
“Well, you better return the favor. I like getting my hair played with too.”
“I’ll touch you wherever you want me to, alright?” He yawns. “Just don’t stop for a bit.”
You brush off his crude comment, and does as he says. You liked playing with Harry’s hair, so it wasn’t a burden, and you liked when you two would just get cozy together like this. There weren’t many people you felt this comfortable with.
//
“Y/N, we need to get going down to the ceremony.” Harry calls from the bedroom of the hotel.
“Well, I wouldn’t be running behind if someone hadn’t taken twice as long as they said they would in the bathroom!”
“Can’t rush perfection, darling.” He smirks to himself.
“Mhm, so what does that make me?” You ask as you walk out of the bathroom. His mouth nearly falls open.
You had gotten your hair into a loose, low bun, with plenty of hair in the front to frame your face. You had a strapless purple dress on with black tights and black heels.
“Um…stunning, you look stunning.”
“Thanks.” You smile and grab your clutch. “You don’t look too bad yourself.” You wink at him and head out.
You both were blubbering messes during the ceremony. Rachel made sure to make fun you both for it. Once the cocktail hour hit, you were good to go. You found your table and sat down. You talked with some other friends and explained how grad school was going. You make it through the speeches and dinner, and then it’s time to dance.
Being at something like this reminded you of being at an old uni party, only more upscale. Ashley and Kevin’s families were around, so the music wasn’t exactly what you’d normally get down to, but there was an open bar that you were able to take advantage of. Partying with Harry was one of your favorite things. He always used to bring you to the best ones. A slow song starts to play, and you giggle as he bows and extends his hand to you.
“You’re an idiot.” You say as you take his hand and he pulls you close to him.
“Ah, but you’re still choosing to dance with me, babe.”
“Only cause I’m too lazy to find someone else.”
“Ha! That’ll be us someday reading vows at our won wedding. I was too lazy to find someone else, so I settled for my best friend.” He smirks at you and swat his shoulder.
“Would you be quiet? Enough of the people here think something’s going on between us as it is.”
“True.” He looks around at a few people’s wandering eyes. “Should we give them a bit of a show?” He slides his hands further down your back, getting dangerously close to your bum.
“Harry!” You squeal and giggle. “Stop it.” You grab his hands put them to their previous spot. “Just dance with me, would you?”
He chuckles and sways around with you. You both got pretty plastered. You couldn’t stop giggling with him all the way up to your room. You sigh once you get your heels off.
“Okay, I’m using the bathroom first.” You say to him.
“Fine.” He sighs and starts unbuttoning his dress shirt.
You head into the bathroom, and use the toilet. You get your tights all the way off and groan when you can’t reach the zipper on the back of your dress.
“Ugh, Harry!” You call for him. “I need your help!”
“Yeah?” He says, stepping into the bathroom in only his boxers. Nothing you hadn’t seen before.
“My zipper.”
“Oh.” He places a hand on your shoulder, and the other grips the zipper, slowly dragging it down. You clutch the front of it. “You’re not…uh…no bra?”
“No, there’s one built into the dress.” You turn around to face him. “I just need to grab my pj’s and then I’ll need a couple minutes to take my hair out.” You brush by him to go into your suitcase. He takes the opportunity to use the toilet and brush his teeth.
“Need help with anything else?” He asks as you step back into the bathroom.
“Nope, think I can handle the rest, thanks.” You giggle. “Wouldn’t mind some head scratches once I get into bed though.”
Harry gets into bed and waits for you. You come out with your hair a mess, your makeup smeared from rinsing it, and he furrows his brows at you.
“That’s my shirt.” He says as you knee onto the bed.
“Mhm, well, that’s what happens when you ask me to do your laundry for you. I steal your shirts as compensation.”
“Fair enough I suppose. Come here.”
You smile and lay on his chest so he can run his fingers through your hair. You moan softly from it as you relax into him.
“Feels so nice.” You mumble into his chest.
“I can tell.” One of his hands moves to rub your back. He mimics your moaning and you punch him in the arm. “Oi! I won’t love on you if you do that.”
“M’not asking you to love on me, I just wanted me head scratched. Be grateful you get to hear me make those noises, not everyone does.”
“Bet you’d make thousands if you posted something like that on your Only Fans.” He mutters and you move to look at him. “What?”
“Do you…ever look at my page?”
“Sometimes.”
“Why?”
“Sometimes I check your comments to see if anyone’s being rude.”
“Oh…” You swallow. “I make enough doing what I’m doing. I…I’d be too shy to do the really explicate stuff. I also just feel, like, I don’t want just anyone to see me naked, you know? That’s why I don’t go live, everyone would just ask me to take my clothes off.”
“I get that. Wanna keep it private for someone special.”
“Exactly. I mean, I’ve talked about this with you before, but there are plenty of people that are into what I post.”
“You certainly leave them wanting more.”
“You’ve…watched?”
“I’ve checked out some of the free videos you’ve posted, yeah.” He admits shamelessly. “You’re a very good dancer.” He smiles at you.
“I’m going to sleep.” You yawn and turn over. “Goodnight.” You look over your shoulder at him. “If you behave you can spoon me if you want.”
“What do you think I’m gonna do? Slide my prick between your ass cheeks? Grow up.” He says as he wraps his arm around you. You can’t help but laugh. “However, if I get hard while I’m sleeping you can’t get mad.”
“Suppose it’s not my fault I have such a fat, juicy ass, hm?”
“Go to sleep.” He laughs, and presses his chest to your back.
“Mm, you’re so cozy, Harry.”
“I know I am. Go to sleep, lovie.” He coos, and rubs at your side.
“Love you.”
“Love you too.” He sighs and nestles into the back of your head.
//
“So…you let him spoon you all night, and nothing happened?” Rachel whispers to you at breakfast the next morning.
“Happens more often than not, it’s not a big deal.”
“You two are so fucking weird! I’ve literally never met two people who were close that do what you do. Why not just make the jump? Neither one of you can manage to make another relationship work.”
“I don’t know…I…I just don’t see him like that, and I know Harry. If he really liked me like that he’d go for it.”
“Maybe he’s just scared to fuck it up with you.”
“Exactly, so, let’s just not fuck it up and try anything.”
“What are you two hens clucking about, hm?” Harry says as he sits down, putting a cinnamon roll in front of you. “Had you favorite.”
“I’m trying to watch the carbs…” You mutter.
“Please.” He scoffs. “Would you just eat the fucking pastry? It’s good for you.”
“How is that thing good for me?” You laugh.
“It makes you happy when you eat it. You always hum and smile when you eat a cinnamon roll.”
“How sweet of you to notice.” Rachel remarks. “You’re practically her boyfriend.”
“Rachel.” You seethe, and take a bite of the pastry. You hum softly. “Why do these bloody things taste so good, huh?”
Harry chuckles and rubs the back of your neck briefly as he eats his own breakfast. He and Rachel share a glance, but that’s the extent of that interaction.
//
“Hey, Harry?” You tap on the outside of his door frame.
“Yeah, babe?” He says, taking his headphones out. It was a Friday evening and you both were doing homework. His eyes widen when he looks at you. “Your face is all flushed, are you alright?”
“Y-yeah, I just…could you come look at something for me?”
“Sure.” He follows you to your room and sits with you on your bed.
“Um...could I…could I show you some new photos I took yesterday? I just finished editing them…and I’m feeling a little self-conscious.”
“Aw, why? You’re so beautiful.” He keeps your cheek and rubs his thumb along your cheekbone. “Course I’ll look ‘em over for you.”
“Thanks.” You swallow and put your laptop on his lap. “So…like usual, they’re not overly explicit, but I feel like my boobs look weird. I should have gotten something with more support.” You blush and point to the photo.
“They’re perfect, you look perfect, Y/N.” You suck your teeth at him. “You do! What else do you want me to say?”
“Okay, what about this one?”
“Perfect.”
“This one?”
“Perfect.”
“But what about this one?”
“Perfect, they’re all perfect. I don’t know why you don’t think so.” He frowns and sets your laptop down on your desk. He turns to look at you. “What’s really going on?”
“It’s just…I have all these people leaving comments saying they wish they could know me, date, fuck me…and…like I don’t know any of them! All they know about me is that I can dance, and I look cute sucking on a lollypop. I…if I wasn’t making the money I that I am I’d stop doing it because I just want someone real to say all of those things to me, you know?”
“Y/N…” Harry sighs. “I know you, I wanna date you, and I certainly want to fuck you.”
“Wh-what?”
“I know, it’s so cliché it’s disgusting, isn’t it?” He smirks. “But it’s how I feel. I’m sick of tip toeing around it.”
“How long have you felt this way?”
“Can’t really pinpoint it, I don’t think it’s been long, but it doesn’t feel new either.”
Your eyes well up with tears, and he puts his hand back on your cheek. You lean into it. You felt deeply confused.
“I just never thought we’d…like…I just didn’t think you were into my like that.”
“Well, I am, so…what do you think? We already get along great. We like spending time together. I truthfully can’t stand other people. I think you’re the only person’s day I actually like hearing about. Have you really never thought about it?”
“I don’t know! You never made a move when we were in undergrad, with all those nights we slept next to each other, you never did anything…”
“Yeah, because you were asleep, Y/N.” He deadpans. “What did you want me to do? Feel you up while you were unconscious? Or better yet, make a move while we were both intoxicated?”
“No, of course not.” You shake your head. “I…I don’t know what I wanted. I just felt lucky that I had such a good friend.”
“Yeah, me too.” He sighs. “Look, it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way, this doesn’t need to be weird. Just know if you wanted to give it a try, I’d be down.”
“You’re genuinely attracted to me, like, physically?”
“Yes.” He chuckles. “And I like what you got going on up here too.” He taps your forehead with his index finger. “But you knew that already. What about me, are you physically attracted to me?”
“Well…yeah, you know you’re hot.”
“I didn’t ask you what I know.” He smirks.
“Okay, yeah, I’ve always thought you were handsome, but you used to really be a douchebag, it turned me off. Made it easier to just be your friend.” You smirk at him and he rolls his eyes.
“M’not like that anymore.” He inches closer to you. You could feel his minty breath fanning over you.
“I know.” You say just above a whisper. The mood had changed immensely. The dim lighting in your room was creating an atmosphere you had never really felt with him before.
“So…I guess the only thing left to figure out is if there’s any real heat between us.” You nod at him as his hand goes back to cradle your cheek once more. “Can I kiss you, Y/N?”
“Yes.”
You move towards each other slowly, your lips gracefully pressing against each other’s. You felt scared as your eyes pinched closed. It was scary to kiss your best friend, and what was scarier was that fact that it felt so natural and seamless. He pulls away, just to see if you’ll chase him, and you do, kissing him again. You do the same to him, and he comes chasing after your soft lips.
“Harry.” You whisper as you press your forehead to his.
“Yeah?” He whispers back.
“I…I wanna have sex with you.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
He cups both of your cheeks and pulls your lips back to his. His tongue peeks out to swipe along your bottom lip. He runs his lips back and forth over yours, and you open up for him. Your tongues meet, and you lick against each other, eliciting a moan from the both of you. You tug at the hem of his shirt, and he lets you lift it off. Your run your hands up and down his stomach as you continue to explore each other’s mouths, lips getting puffy and swollen. He sucks your bottom lip into his mouth while he unzips the sweatshirt you’re wearing. He pushes it off your shoulders, and you shimmy it the rest of the way off. He’s met with your bare breasts, and he licks his lips as he looks at them.
Harry pulls you closer to him, and his lips press against your neck. You cling to his biceps as he works his mouth down your chest. He looks up at you as he sucks on one of your nipples, rolling it between your teeth. You can’t help your head from falling back. He slides down to the floor as he continues to kiss on you. Your mouth falls open as he nips and sucks on your stomach, and his fingers hook into your leggings. He looks up at you and you nod. He tugs your leggings and underwear down your legs and gets them all the way off.
“Y/N, you’re sure?”
“Yes, I want you to, please.”
You open your legs for him, and he just about loses it from your confidence. He leans forward and kisses each of your hips. You think he’s about to go for your center, but he sucks on your inner thigh. You flinch from the sensitivity, but it feels good. You make sure to sit up on your elbows so you can watch him. He looks up at you and licks a flat stripe between your folds. He sucks on each of your lips before spreading you apart with his thumbs to focus on your clit. He sucks on it at first, harshly, and you gasp. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick back and forth against it. He runs his hands along your thighs to keep you open for him. You were clenching around nothing. His tongue was warm and wet, and everything you needed.
Your body starts to feel warm all over, you can feel your orgasm start to bubble up from within your lower belly. You let yourself fall back against the bed as you start to pant. Your voice cracks as louder moans begin to rip through your throat. He was sucking and slurping on your cunt, noises you had never heard before while someone was going down on you. And to really push you over the edge, he was moaning into you. Not little whimpers or grunts, genuine moans that were vibrating into you.
“Oh my god!” You cry out. A few tears roll down your cheeks as he continues to lap around you, helping you come down.
He kisses back up your body until he’s hovering over you. He smears his lips over yours, and you grunt, pulling him closer to you. It was the filthiest kiss of your life, completely tasting yourself on him, but you didn’t care. He just made you feel better than anyone ever did. You push him so he’ll on his back, and this time you’re the one to sink onto the floor. You get his jeans and boxers down his legs. Your eyes bug out when you see his large prick slap back against his stomach.
“Christ, Harry.”
“As if you didn’t already know.” He smirks.
“I mean, I had an idea.”
You spit into your hand and wrap it around his length. He grits his teeth as you start to slowly pump him up and down. You run his tip along your lips, and his mouth falls open. Your tongue presses over his slit and you wrap your lips around him. You suckle his tip, eliciting a moan from him. You hollow your cheeks and sink almost all the way down on him. You just wanted to feel him down your throat. You breathe your nose and just hold him there.
“Y/N.” He stutters.
You slowly pull off of him, a string of spit keeping you connected. You suck in a breath before sinking back down on him, not quite as much as you took before, and you bob up and down his length. You cup his balls and massage them as you make a mess of his prick. There was spit, drool, and precome dripping down your chin. Harry was a panting mess on the bed. His hands were gripping at the sheets, and the sight of him doing that causes you to moan. To see his veins popping out the way they were was enough to make you come again.
“Y/N, fuck, I’m gonna come.”
You moan around him as his come spurts into your mouth. You swallow it all and suck him dry. He pulls you up to him, dumbfounded that you just did what you did.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.” He breathes.
“I do, I’ve heard you have pretty good stamina.” You peck his lips. “I’m sure you’ll get hard again soon.”
He groans and shifts his thighs between your legs, making you gasp. He grips your hips and starts moving you back and forth along his tiger tattoo. Your nails dig into his chest as you work to grind against him.
“H-Harry.” You mewl.
“Yeah, ride my fucking leg, baby, show me how you do it.”
“God.”
“I want you so bad, I wanna fuck you so bad, Y/N.”
“Oh, oh!” You come undone on his thigh. You lean down and press your lips to his, licking into his mouth. Before you know it he’s moving you up his body, turning you around, and licking back into your cunt. “Shit!”
He’s relentless with you, fucking you with his tongue, telling you to bounce up and down on him, and you listen. He sucks on your clit again, and you fall forward, head resting on his thigh. You watch as his cock bloats back up. You’d never know someone to enjoy doing this so much. You kiss on his thigh because you just needed to do something with your mouth. He makes you come again, and he lifts you off of his face.
“Think you can keep going?” He smirks as your head falls back against your pillows.
He grabs your legs and pushes them back so your knees press against the bed. He lifts your bum enough to rest on his thighs, and he dips his tongue back into your cunt. This was some serious teasing. You watch as his tongue goes in and out of you, deeper each time. He reaches forward with one of his hands to rub your clit. It was throbbing for him.
“Harry, please.”
“What, no good?”
“No, it’s amazing, but…I really wanna feel your dick now, please, I know you’re hard again.”
“You just taste so good.” He brings his mouth down to your cunt and sucks on it.
“This won’t be the only time I’ll let your head between my legs, I promise.” You let your legs drop back to lay normally. He sits back as you look at each other. “When was the last time you were tested? I…I’m clean, and if you are too, I’d prefer not to use a condom if you feel comfortable with that.”
“STD test came back negative a month ago when I went in for a checkup. You’re on the pill?”
“Yeah.”
He leans down to kiss you, and then he pulls back to paint his cock with your wetness that was uncontrollably leaking out of you for him. He presses his tip against your clit, and slides it down your slit. He pushes inside you slowly. He fills you to the hilt, and waits. For a moment he just wants to enjoy how tight and snug you are around him. You push your hips up and start rocking against him.
“Jesus, Y/N, you’re so fucking perfect.”
“Because I’m moving myself on you?” You giggle.
“I just think it’s cute that you’re so goddamn impatient.”
“Would you just shut up and show what you can do with this thing? Or am I gonna have to do all of this myself?”
He accepts the challenge, pulling his hips back, and snapping them forward. You reach behind yourself to press against the headboard so your head doesn’t smack against it. He drives it into you fast and deep. He pushes you to the brink of coming, but he pulls all the way out of you. Before you can complain he flips you over, and grabs your hips. He pulls you back to him and slips back inside. You moan out from the new angle, and the sound of his skin slapping against yours makes your eyes roll back. He gives your bum a light smack and you grunt.
“You can do that a little harder, a little.” You didn’t want him to fully spank you, you weren’t into that sort of thing, but you didn’t mind feeling it a little more. He delivers a harsher smack and you groan again.
“You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.” He smacks you again and you grip onto the pillows. He grips the back of your neck to get a steadier pace going, and he uses his other hand to rub your clit.
“Fuck, Harry. You’re so attentive.” You manage to say. You felt like you could barely breathe.
“I’m gonna ruin you for any other guy.”
“Don’t want any other guy.” You admit. “I don’t want anyone else to fuck me.”
“Christ.” He moans.
His fingers move faster on your clit, and his tip pounds against your g-spot, and you’re coming. You’re coming hard around him. He pulls out and sits up against the headboard. You look up at him, completely frazzled.
“I want you ride me.”
“Okay.” You breathe. You shuffle around and swing your leg over him. You line him up with yourself and sink down on him.
He fondles your breasts as you move up and down on him. He kisses on your chest as you get a rhythm going. He leans back just to watch your tits bounce up and down. He looks up at you and grips you by the back of your neck to pull your mouth down to his. You breathe each other in and out as you moan and gasp. He takes control by gripping your hips, and you cling to him to let him just do what he wanted with you. You tighten around him and his head falls back for a moment.
“Where can I come?” He asks.
“Where do you want to come?”
“Inside you.”
“Okay.”
“You’re okay with that?”
“Yes.”
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He grunts.
You cry out as he does when he comes. You don’t think you had ever felt so full in your life. He kisses you as you both catch your breaths. You tug at his hair, and grind against him. You were close to coming again. He takes the hint and snakes his hand between you both and rubs your clit. Your orgasm rips through you, and you moan into his neck.
“I’m so fucking sweaty.” You whisper.
“Do you wanna take a shower?”
“Yeah.” You look up at him. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Do I still have legs? Because I can’t feel them.”
He puffs out some air as he laughs, smoothing some hair away from your face.
“Yes, you still have legs, Y/N. Should I carry you to the bathroom?”
“Please, I really need to pee.”
He kisses your forehead and slowly lifts you off of him. You clench so nothing falls out. You didn’t want to make a bigger mess of your bed.
“We can sleep in my room and wash your sheets tomorrow, don’t worry about that.” He says as he carries you bridal style to the bathroom.
He sets you down on the toilet and steps out to give you some privacy. Once he hears the water for the shower start he comes back in. He splays a hand on your back and gives you a gentle rub before you both step in. You felt overwhelmed. You just had the best sex of your life with your very best friend. As he reaches for his body wash you swat his hand. He raises an eyebrow at you.
“Would you…would you just hold me?” Your bottom lip quivers, and he pulls you into his chest.
You nestle into him, and just stand under the warm water with him. He cradles your head and lets you cry into him. He starts to cry too, although he’s not really sure why.
“I don’t want anything to get fucked up between us, Harry.” You look up at him, tears streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much, and I don’t want something bad to happen that’ll make us hate each other.”
“M’not gonna let that happen.” He wipes your tears away, and then wipes away his own. “We’re gonna do this right. We’ll go out on dates, and we’ll see where it goes, and I hope it goes well because I love you too, and I value so many of the things we have with each other.”
You each take turns scrubbing each other down, getting clean. It’s soothing, and calming. You both relax, and get wrapped up into some towels. You run the blow dryer through your hair quickly just so it’s not sopping wet. He gives you one of his bed shirts to wear, and you crawl into bed with him. Being immersed in his scent was exactly what you needed. You rest your head on his chest, and he throws his arm around you.
“When was the last time you actually dated someone?” You ask softly.
“Um…think I was sixteen to be honest with you.”
“Ah, so a while.” You chuckle.
“You literally know my entire sexual history, and I know yours, let’s not pretend we’re both experts with all this.”
“So…we’ll just make this up as we go? I mean, I like that we sleep together sometimes, but I wanna keep my room, I don’t wanna move into the same room.”
“Christ, slow down, we just got together and you’re already talking about moving into the same bedroom?” You swat at his chest and he laughs, kissing the top of your head. “In all seriousness, I feel the same way, I think we should still have our separate spaces. You get pissed off with me easily.”
“Maybe you should try not to piss me off then.”
“Well, now that I know you enjoy a good tonguing, I’m not really worried about it. God, we can make up from a fight with sex instead of watching Dirty Dancing, it’s gonna be incredible.”
“Can…can we not do both?” You look up at him. “I love singing Hungry Eyes with you.”
“Yeah, both is good.”
“And I wanna make sure we clarify what are dates, and what’s just hanging out. I want dates to feel…special, I don’t know.”
“Can do. I think study dates at the library are gonna be my favorite.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because I can rile you up. I’ll sit across from you to play footsie, and then I’ll run my foot up your leg. I’ll make eyes at you. You’ll end up blowing me in the bathroom, it’ll be great.”
“Mm, yes, well, what if my leg’s the one doing the rubbing? I could probably make you come in your pants from my foot on your crotch alone.”
“Okay, no study dates. You know what I would really like, though?”
“What?”
“Sometimes…sometimes I really miss you when I work double shifts at work, and then I feel bad because you’re here all by yourself…so maybe you could come to the coffee shop more? Hang out, do homework, I’ll give you free food.”
“Sounds like a sweet deal to me.” You bite your bottom lip. “You’re not gonna ask me to give up my Only Fans are you?”
“What? No, why would you even think that?”
“I don’t know…you’re the jealous type, Harry.”
“True…but if that’s what you wanna do for work, I don’t have a problem with it. Can I tell you a dirty secret?”
“Always.”
“I’m subscribed to your page.”
“You are?!”
“Yeah…I’ve never wanked to your stuff because I feel like that would be creepy, but I do keep up with what you post.”
“I’m not gonna do it forever, once I get a real job I won’t need it…”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me, babe. Even if you were doing the really filthy stuff, I wouldn’t care. That’s your business.”
“God, if I wasn’t so tired I’d hop on your dick again.”
He chuckles at that and gives your shoulder a squeeze.
“Any other questions?”
“I don’t think so. Although, I’m not looking forward to telling Rachel. The it’s about time or I told you so is not gonna be fun.”
“Same with Niall and Louis. We just gotta rip the band aid.”
You hum your response and get a little cozier by putting one of your legs over his. It was easy enough to fall asleep. You talked, so you weren’t worried about your friendship ending. If anything, it was all going to get better. Being able to kiss and touch on top of how you were with each other already was just the cherry on top. It didn’t happen over drinks, it didn’t happen in a club, and it didn’t happen by mistake. This was on purpose. He was the person you were supposed to be with, and he felt the same way.
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homecoming (levi ackerman)
↯ pairing: levi ackerman x (fem) reader
↯ genres and warnings: college au, how many ways can i fit levi’s captain status into the modern world, fluff
↯ notes: i love levi :// and i’m out of gifs to put at the top of these, so when i learn how to make headers i’ll let you guys know. also this isn’t proofread rip in peace
↯ summary: there’s a pretty well known homecoming tradition, and levi’s hoping you’re willing to partake in it.
“So,” you hum, wiping away any crumbs from your mouth, “Are you going to tell me exactly why you wanted to have a picnic at 2:30 in the afternoon on a random Thursday, or am I supposed to wait for a grand reveal?”
Levi rolls his eyes, and sips on his wine, ignoring your incoming giggles. “Can’t I want to take you on a date?” he clicks his tongue, setting his, now empty, plastic wine cup onto the picnic blanket, “Ungrateful brat.”
You smack him on the arm, mouth open in offense; but Levi’s chuckling, shoulder’s shaking at your reaction. “I am a very grateful brat,” you correct him, “But I am also very suspicious one.”
Levi hums, not bothering to reply. Instead, he separates the two halves of his sandwich, wraps one half around a napkin, and hands it to you. You accept it, albeit a little hesitantly, and watch as Levi pays you no mind, biting into his half neatly.
If it were any normal situation, you’d probably try to snap a picture of him—you have somewhat of an ongoing collection of sneaky pictures of Levi on your dates, particularly when he looks cute munching on his food, much to his disdain—but this was not a normal situation.
Levi is acting strange. It’s not just the nature of this date itself—it may be out of character for Levi to want to go on a picnic of all things, but could be quite the romantic at heart, and often planned very quaint dates for the both of you. It was everything that happened since you set up your picnic that was truly out of the ordinary.
Like the way he seemed distracted, getting lost in thought in a way you hadn’t seen before; and how he kept sweeping his hair out of his eyes, and readjusting his small silver earring. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he’s nervous about something.
“Seriously,” you say lightly, carefully setting your half-eaten portion of the sandwich back onto the blanket, “What’s this all about?”
Levi looks at you for a beat, once again using his free hand to brush his dark hair behind his ear, then with suspecting eyes, “You don’t like it?”
Your eyebrows draw together at his questioning, confused by the lack of sarcasm, or even hurt in his tone; like he was genuinely surprised.
“What? No, Levi, that’s not what I meant,” you assure him, “I just mean that this isn’t really us. You hate eating outside—you always make us wait for indoor seating—and, if I’m being honest, I’ve never seen a couple go on a picnic in real life.”
Levi reaches to pour more cheap wine into your faux glasses, “I guess romance really is dead.”
You squint your eyes, carefully tracking his movements as he hands you a plastic cup before refilling his own. Levi isn’t one to dodge questions, or any kind of confrontation. Now you know for sure that something’s up.
“Levi,” you call gently, feeling like you finally have his full focus when his eyes meet yours, “What’s going on?”
His gaze softens at your question this time, and you finally see a hint of the Levi you know behind his expression. He sighs, carefully closing the boxed wine, and taking his cup into his hand. With a slight head nod, he motions for you to come closer, and you obiiently shuffle closer to him, until you’re sitting side by side.
You take the liberty of resting your head on his shoulder, cheek soft against his coat. You can hear him take a deep breath, feel his exhale deflate his shoulders, before he speaks.
“Homecoming is next weekend,” he starts, “You’re going, yeah?”
You hum in affirmation, watching as he takes a careful sip from his cup before continuing.
“There’s this tradition. It’s stupid as shit, if you ask me, so you don’t have to say yes,” he mumbles, lips barely off of the plastic, before he takes another sip. “But, if you’re dating someone, they’re supposed to show up to the game in your jersey.”
You snap your head up from his shoulder, blinking at Levi and the implications of his words, as you begin to piece together the mystery of his actions from this afternoon. Levi—your Levi—took you on a picnic, complete with homemade sandwiches and cheap wine, to ask you to be his date to his homecoming game.
Your stunned silence is filled with light breeze that brushes past your hair, and makes Levi return to brushing his away again. He drinks in your expression, grey eyes growing cloudy as he assumes the worst of your silence.
“Like I said, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he explains cooly, bringing his cup to his mouth again for a bitter sip, “I didn’t know if you were going to stick around for the whole day anyways, you’ve probably got other shit to—”
You kiss him quiet. Levi is surprised at first, jolts a little bit when your actions cause him to spill some of his drink, but he kisses you back, a small wave of relief washing over him. At least he didn’t make a complete fool of himself just now.
“Of course I’ll wear your jersey, Levi.”
Most parents and alumni stuck around for the traditional football game, but the boys’ soccer team was always popular amongst students, and for good reason.
Not only did the university’s team have an exceptional record, but they had no shortage of eye-candy playing for them, either. Even the team’s managers were pretty cute. You were certain players like Armin Arlert and Eren Jaeger were not plastered all over the university website solely for their soccer skills.
Though, good looks aside, they were undeniably good, and made a damn impressive pair on the field. However, most of the crowd would agree that Jaeger, Arlert, and the entire team, could thank their captain for their win today.
You step onto the field with a wide grin as you watch Levi’s team wrangle him into the middle of their circle and toss him up in the air unceremoniously. You almost want to capture the moment for yourself, but to your left, Hange is already recording a video you’re certain Levi would threaten to have deleted.
Most of the mob had fizzled away after the exciting win, leaving behind the team themselves, and a couple of students—likely friends or family of the athletes. After their final huddle, the boys begin to dissipate, greet the remaining crowd. Hange leaves you to badger Erwin, who had been sitting out due to an injury.
You spot Levi carefully picking up his duffel bag, and take the opportunity to run up to him, encase in a sudden and warm hug. You wrap your arms around his neck, and Levi has but a moment’s notice to secure his hands around your back and steady your bodies, lest you both fall to the ground from your uncoordinated momentum.
“You played so well!” you exclaim, pulling back from your hug, but keeping your palms on his shoulders, bouncing excitedly, “I knew you were good, but I didn’t know you were that good! You’ve never played like that before!”
Levi admits to tuning out your praise in favor of drinking in your appearance. The green of his away jersey looks good against your skin, the fabric somewhat loose on your frame. His eyes trail down to the sleeve, a minuscule smirk growing on his lips as he reads his last name in all capital letters underneath his number.
“Come on, Hange and I are taking you guys out for lunch!” your words snap him back to reality, “Anything you want, it’s on me, Captain.”
Levi rolls his tongue against his inner cheek. That’s a promise he’d have to take you up on later. For now, he plays along with your childlike enthusiasm, agreeing to your plans.
He motions for the two of you to get going, but his stride is blocked when you refuse to move from in front of him. Instead, you let your hands crawl from his shoulder to his neck, fingers tickling the hairs at his nape, before you pull him forward into a gentle kiss.
“You really were great, Levi,” you tell him again, pressing another kiss to his lips sweetly.
Levi hums, indulging you one more time, before he hears gasps and not-so-subtle exclamations of “Captain has a girlfriend?!” coming from his annoying teammates. He scoffs when he pulls back to see Jaeger looking at him with his mouth open so wide he could catch flies.
“You’re kind of ruining my reputation,” Levi tells you, but there’s no real bark to his tone.
It’s your turn to scoff, slowly trailing your hands down his arms, and eventually back to your side. You turn and the both of you begin to walk, not before you note, “You ruined your own reputation when you invited me and Hange here.”
“I’ll drink to that.”
“Hey!” you whine, frown deepening as Levi chuckles at you, “You’re not supposed to agree, asshole.”
Levi doesn’t stop laughing, but gently wraps his arms around your shoulder as the both of you follow behind Hange and Erwin, and back to your car.
“Don’t think your unusual displays of affection are going to make me forgive you,” you pout, but reach your hand to wrap your fingers around his anyways; Levi doesn’t even bother to hide his smirk, “I don’t care if you scored the winning goal or not, just for that, I’m only buying you one appetizer.”
Levi hums noncommittally. That’s fine, he could think of at least three other things he would rather you do for him instead when you both got home. With and without that jersey on.
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