#I was really excited so i came in earlier that them to the beach

[1d1195]

Sun-Kissed I

Here is a fluffy/smutty little piece of love on the beach. It’s ~9k words. It’s a love at first sight kind of thing I know it’s kind of ridiculous for them to be falling in love so fast but it’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Also, sorry that I’m really into sunflowers right now. Sunflower Vol. 6 has been on my mind lately so that’s gonna make an appearance for the third time as of late. I don’t know if anyone else cares about all my little easter eggs regarding real life Harry in my writing but I’m really pretty proud of the news one I put in here. I'm sorry they're both teachers again I needed them to have summer's off to make this work. Their careers are not a major part of the story.

Warnings: There’s some pretty 18+ things happening here. Masturbating, public sex (kinda), thigh riding, etc. If you’re not into this, I wouldn’t read it. It's all fluff otherwise. There won't be a bit of angst.

I've been trying to write this for over a year and finally came pouring out. Unfortunately, there will be a second part next Thursday only because I thought it was getting too long. So it does end a little abruptly. Hope you enjoy anyway :)

Harry was fascinated by her, simply put. He wanted to spend forever at dinner with her. Chatting with her. Looking at her beautiful face. Envying how the sun got to kiss her, and he didn’t.

Harry didn’t grow up near a beach so he thought this would be great way to cash in on his vacation time over the summer. Sitting at the beach, reading a book, and dipping his toes in the water when it got too hot. His mum knew someone who knew someone who gave him a great deal on the summer rental, and he was beyond excited to sit and relax for the first time in years.

Being an earlier riser had its advantages. For one, he got the pick of where to set up his summer getaway on the beach. He brought a cooler, a chair, and a few towels along with a book or two to spend the day. Through his sunglasses, he faced the direction of the sunshine. He hadn’t had a proper summer holiday since he was young and now that he was busy teaching and had summer’s off, he was elated to have some time to himself.

Once he settled his belongings, he turned on a summer playlist he’d been working on for a while. He didn’t turn it up loud—he would never want to bother anyone that may join him on the beach—but it was loud enough to hear and not interrupt his imagination while reading.

It was utterly peaceful.

Apparently, Harry was unaware of just how truly peaceful the beach could be.

“Hey,” a voice said softly, it was sweet. A gentle shake on the arm, her skin was cool to the touch. His eyes blinked open unsurely. He realized he fell asleep and didn’t even get through the first page of his book. “Hi,” she whispered with a gentle smile. “You’re going to start burning,” she explained handing over a bottle of sunscreen to his hands while Harry tried to wake himself up. “And your book is in the sand,” she said grabbing it before the spine broke from all the grains of the beach ruining the binding.

“Oh,” he shook his head desperate for his brain to catch up to his surroundings. “Thanks,” he said gratefully.

“No problem!” She chirped heading back to the chair that was a few meters in front of him. “I already burned once this summer and it was miserable. Just don’t want you to suffer the same fate.”

He pushed open the bottle and started rubbing on the sunscreen. It felt like he was going to have a slight burn already. The relief of the lotion on his skin made him wary. “Ah, guess...I should probably leave,” he chuckled. “Try again tomorrow.”

“Oh...if you want to stay, I have an umbrella,” she said cheerfully. “S’a nice day, just give me a minute to set up,” she smiled and gave her name to Harry.

Harry had hardly gotten a good look at her with a sleepy set of eyes a bit wiped by the sun. His brain was foggy with the impromptu nap. This small little town he was staying in had the vibe that someone like her would help a stranger. Everyone had been so nice in the grocery store and when Harry went for his run yesterday, people said hello and commented on how nice the evening was. It was an adorable little town and Harry was already dreading having to leave in two weeks’ time.

“Well, thank you. M’Harry,” he said quietly while he finished rubbing the lotion over his body. He watched her work, his mind less foggy. Glancing at his watch, he noted it was a little over two hours since he arrived. It wasn’t too hot outside still, so his burn would be minor if he got one at all. With the addition of a blanket and the umbrella, it was almost a mirror image of Harry’s little set up. A chair, a cooler, and a couple towels.

She had a ponytail pulled through a baseball cap and she wore a button down, rolled to the elbows. The top few buttons were open revealing a deep blue bathing suit top, that scooped low enough to show off...

Harry had to be careful, or he was going to be sporting a prominent erection on a beach with a ton of families. He moved his gaze down past where he really wanted to look. The shirt came down to just above her knee and he saw a pair of flip flops discarded to the side of the blanket she had laid out in front of her stuff. “Nice day, huh?” She smiled as she twirled the umbrella stand into the sand.

“Tits—it’s really nice,” Harry said quickly stammering through his recovery.

Smooth.

She either didn’t notice his faux pas or didn’t care because she continued about her business. “Have you been here long?” She asked.

“Just arrived yesterday. Did some grocery shopping. Went for a jog.”

“Oh, how nice,” she had this infectious smile. Harry felt so happy just being around her. Or maybe it was the beautiful weather and the prettiest beach he had seen in years.

Or maybe it was her curvy figure that was making him lightheaded with happiness.

She pulled the shirt off finally, and Harry thought he might seriously need to leave. Head back for his little beach cottage to take care of blood rushing to his groin. She’s gorgeous. He thought to himself. “How ‘bout you?” He cleared his throat.

“I grew up here...and live here in the summer.”

He stared at her in surprise. “Here?” He asked.

She smiled and nodded. “It’s my favorite place on earth,” she explained.

“I can see why,” he nodded in appreciation. “Do you have any suggestions for while m’here?”

She nodded. “Plenty—how long are you here for?”

“Two weeks.”

“How lovely...let’s see...you’re at the beach—that’s most important in my opinion. I think if you stay here most of the time, you’ll have a successful vacation. There’s a place about twenty minutes from here where you can go clam digging if you like clams—I don’t really like them, but it’s fun to go. Paddleboarding on the river is also a really big thing. There’s this restaurant that everyone talks about. If you want, I know someone who works there, I could get you in. You’ll need a sweatshirt from the most touristy of tourist shops, but don’t go on a rainy day—everyone will be there. You’ll have to see the sunrise and the sunset. I think there’s a full moon too, so you’ll definitely want to see that over the ocean. I personally recommend ice cream and mini golf too. If you have time, you should also check out the nearby island. Even though this place is beautiful the island is like being in another country. It’s stunningly beautiful,” throughout her speech she continued working on the umbrella stand, putting the actual umbrella into place and tilting it back to create more shade.

Harry thought it would be really forward of him to invite her on all those adventures. Especially when someone as beautiful as she was surely had a significant other. Add in the fact he met her less than ten minutes ago; he would have seemed insane. “Wow, sounds like a packed schedule.”

She laughed and Harry swore he had never heard a sound as beautiful. She was still organizing her items and she gestured under the umbrella for Harry to move his stuff. “I’m really passionate about this place I forget people want to relax.”

“S’okay,” he chuckled. “You’re right t’be passionate. M’sure you’re right; I’ll make every effort t’do it all,” he promised and began moving his stuff below her umbrella. “Everyone is so nice here,” he told her. “Yourself included.”

“Why thank you,” she smiled sweetly and settled into her beach chair finally, facing the sun. He swore that someone this stunning couldn’t be real. She looked like a beach goddess—sun-kissed hair and skin. “What are you reading?” She asked, turning her head toward him covering the side of her face to keep the sun out of her eyes even though she wore sunglasses too.

He couldn’t even remember why he picked the book up. “Er...I fell asleep before finishing the first page,” he admitted shyly. She giggled.

“The beach does that, I swear. Something about total relaxation and the warm sun. I’m like a cat. Once I lay on my stomach, I’m out like a light.”

“Do you read?”

She nodded. “Have to; I’m a middle school teacher.”

“Oh,” Harry smiled. “I teach secondary.”

“No way!”

So, for the whole morning, Harry forgot about his book. Forgot about his playlist that was still going—except for anytime she asked what song was playing. They talked for literally three hours straight never once a lull in the conversation. Work, books, the beach, music, and anything they thought of. He told her about his family coming to visit for the weekend and she told him about her family who didn’t love this place as much as she did who would probably not visit—even if they missed her and loved her with everything in them.

At lunch they finally quieted their conversation to eat and watch the water. “I don’t see a burn,” she told him glancing over his face and skin as she finished her sandwich. He smiled.

“Thank you,” he said gratefully. “I’d be a proper crisp by now.”

She held the sunscreen out to him again. “I know this is a little weird, would you mind getting my upper back?” She asked.

Touch her? Harry didn’t have to be asked twice. Harry made sure to spray every bit of her skin. He didn’t want to be the reason she burned. As soft and beautiful as her skin was, Harry was glad she only asked to rub her back and shoulders. If he had to do her legs or any other part of her body, he definitely would have passed out.

She spread herself out on her blanket. Book near her face. “I’m so going to fall asleep,” she yawned. “Will you wake me if I start to burn?” She asked.

Harry nodded wordlessly and brought his book up toward his face. “Sure, love,” he murmured. Hopefully not showing how smitten he was with her already.

*

Harry might have wormed his way into her heart as her favorite person ever. It was so unlike her to wake a total stranger from a nap. But he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen in her life. She couldn’t imagine letting him roast in the sun all morning and ruining his vacation. It was even more unlike her to invite him to sit with her.

She liked to believe she was a kind soul—most everyone told her that she was, so it wasn’t unnatural for her to invite him to hang out with her. But if it wasn’t for the fact that Harry was a teacher, it could have been a lot more dicey.

It was so easy to talk to Harry. The entire morning was so much better than she ever expected just by being in his presence or chatting with him. Other than her reading-nap—where Harry woke her up after an hour so she could reapply another layer of sunscreen—they talked literally the whole day. Harry didn’t mind putting sunscreen on her and she returned the favor when they switched positions so Harry could get some on his back.

Touching him might be her new favorite pastime.

She left a bit before Harry wanting to go for a walk and shower before eating dinner and reading a bit on her porch. Plus, she had to pace herself if she was going to last at the beach all summer. After her shower, she put on an oversized shirt like she wore to the beach and a pair of shorts. It looked like she wasn’t wearing pants but didn’t mind. The sun finally crested the top of her cottage, so she was no longer baking in the sun and made the porch the loveliest little place to read and enjoy the evening. She had a bowl of watermelon chunks beside her, and sunglasses perched on her nose.

Growing up she never loved summer all that much. Of course, she loved the beach and the time off from school, but she started working part time when she was fourteen and summer never had the same feeling as it did when she was young until she started teaching. Now she would tutor virtually some nights throughout the summer—especially for college students taking summer courses. But mostly she spent her time here in the little beach cottage her grandma had specifically named to her in her will after she saw how much she cared for it—especially since she was the only one in her family who had summers off and still cared about this little town. Once her grandma passed away, no one really felt the need to stay—her parents sold the home she grew up in. It wasn’t brokenly tragic that her grandma died—she was old, and these things happened. Besides, she felt by being in the little town she grew up in and living in the cottage left to her was enough to live her summers in honor of her grandmother.

Her mother technically owned the other cottage her grandmother had and while her mom really wanted to sell it, she insisted she would take care of it while she was here and tend to any renters.

Which is why her mother texted her at least once a week about the renter at the cottage just three houses down the road. Our renter said there’s only one towel. Any ideas?

She gasped wondering how it slipped her mind to take the towels out of the dryer and fold them neatly into the bathroom linen closet. On it. She responded and practically ran down the road. She knocked on the door to her second home away from home and waited for the person on the other side to answer. While waiting she noticed the little sign below the main window was crooked—fell off the hook again in the ocean wind. She needed to remember to bring a pair of pliers back to close the loop the next time she came over.

The two cottages were almost identical. Except this door was a sea blue and hers was a sea green. They were little wooden cottages, shingled top to bottom. Just two windows at the front of the house, two on the back, and one on each side. There were two skylights in the roof allowing for lots of natural light. Each home had two small bedrooms, a bathroom, a spacious sitting area and full kitchen. They were wall to wall hardwood floors even though her Grandma in the 70s tried very hard to convince everyone it needed carpeting. But try vacuuming sand out of a beach cottage all the time. Due to space behind the home, hers had a little patio but this one was fitted with a little patio and an outdoor shower.

The blue door opened while she was still putting the wood block that read Sea View back in it’s place. “Uh...hello?” He asked. She turned to find Harry, surprise all across his face, to see the girl he met earlier outside his rental.

Of course it was Harry. “Oh, how funny!” She chirped excited to see the gorgeous man from the beach once more—her plan right now was to not-so-casually run into him at the beach again the next day. “I should have asked where you were renting!”

He smirked. “Hi love,” he said sweetly, confused that she was here. “Uh...what are you doing here?”

“My family owns this cottage,” she explained. “Mom texted me that you don’t have towels? That’s my fault. Left them in the dryer when I was cleaning on turnover day. I’ll fold them now,” she said and marched herself inside and maneuvered through the familiar room with ease.

“Oh,” Harry said. “S’okay, love. I didn’t mean t’bother you—I would have found them eventually—”

“Absolutely not, it’s your vacation! You deserve clean towels and not have to worry about looking for things,” she was already piling the fluffy array of sea blue and green towels out of the dryer and began folding them expertly. “I’m going to leave you my number so if you need anything you can just ask me. I always tell her to just give them my number, but she worries about weirdos taking advantage of me,” she rolled her eyes.

What would possess me to say that to Harry?

He smiled as he watched her flurry of activity. Her rambling little monologue. She was definitely scaring him. It occurred to her at that moment she didn’t even wait to be invited into his space. Just strode right in. “Glad m’not a weirdo. I agree with y’mum. Think I would like her,” he nodded firmly.

She felt her face warm, and she hoped the tan hid the blush as much as possible. Harry’s nose and cheeks looked a bit red—like he caught a bit of a cold. The rest of his body was covered by a simple pair of jogging shorts and a simple t-shirt so she couldn’t see if he burned and also didn’t want to be caught staring at him—especially thinking about the abs he had on display under the litany of tattoos she saw earlier at the beach. “Well, I will fold these and get out of your hair,” she said focusing on the towels. But her brain glitched out once more. “Oh, do you like surfing?” She asked.

He chuckled leaning against the frame of the door leading to this utility room. “Only been once with a group of m’friends. S’not m’cup of tea. M’not very good.”

“Oh, okay. I just want to make sure I recommend everything you might like.”

He was smirking at her like she was a bit crazy—and she was—but Harry wasn’t helping. Without sunglasses she saw he had green eyes. Green. She was done before this even started. Once all the towels were folded, she made herself at home once more, hurrying to the bathroom to put all the towels in place. The bathroom smelled like men’s cologne: sandalwood and sage. Jesus Christ it’s like he was built in a lab for me.

Harry followed her as she put the towels away in an alternating pattern. “Thank you,” he said. “Y’really didn’t need t’do all that.”

“You’re the guest. You paid to get this kind of service,” she reminded him. “I’m also...only three houses down if you need something as well. It’s got a sign like yours below the window Sun-Kissed Cabana. My grandma named them.”

He nodded and stared at her for a few moments. She had only known Harry for all of five hours, but she could swear she knew his thoughts. He probably did think she was a bit crazy. “Do...do y’have plans for dinner?”

She felt her heart flutter. She was going to order her favorite pesto pasta dish from a local place that practically recognized her voice when she called. “Uh...no.”

“Would y’like t’go out with me in ‘bout an hour?” He asked.

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”

*

She was finishing up her makeup when her phone vibrated with a second message from Harry. The first one was to alert her who was messaging Hiii, it’s Harry Xx. Followed by: Does this place have a fancy dress code?

No, no. Nothing fancy at all! They’ve def got a beach bar vibe.

Cool :) I’m ready when you are.

Shit. She wanted to curl her hair a bit and look extra nice but maybe that would have looked like she was trying too hard after she just got through telling him it wasn’t a fancy place. She had on a maxi dress. Black top nothing revealing and then the skirt pattern had sunflowers all over it. She would have to forgo the curls and instead pushed the front of her hair back with a headband. Just need like five more minutes.

I’m in no rush, love. Please take your time Xx.

She thought she was going to melt. Fortunately, her tanned skin hid most of the imperfections of her face. She also preferred maxi dresses because it hid the thickness of her thighs and more imperfections like bumps from shaving and bruises from whacking herself on her beach chair. She thought the style she chose also perfectly accentuated the curve of her waist. While it didn’t show off her cleavage—it was her personal belief her boobs were one of her better assets—she thought after a day at the beach with them on full display due to her bathing suit, dinner might be a little gentler without them in Harry’s face the whole time.

With a spritz of her perfume and gathering all her necessary belongings into her purse, slid on her favorite pair of sandals with gold brushed embellishments, and headed outside. There wasn’t really a discussion of how they would get there, but she decided to walk down the road back to Sea View. Harry was crouched by the sign, pliers in hand closing the very loop she said she would. “Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t have to do that,” she said hurriedly feeling like a terrible hostess.

He turned and smiled at her. “No worries, love. S’easy. Jus’ found some pliers in the utility closet.”

“Well, thank you,” she murmured gratefully. Harry stood, putting the pliers just inside the doorway before locking it with the passcode. He turned to her.

“Is this place walking distance, or should I drive us?” He asked. His hair was fluffed in these beautiful chocolate waves that of course reminded her of the beach but made her want to bury her hands in it and kiss his perfect face until she was out of breath.

“Uh,” she didn’t think she wanted to walk in a dress, but maybe that was the experience of this vacation for him. Harry looked utterly comfortable but perfect (naturally) in a pair of navy-blue khaki shorts and grey short sleeve button down. The lack of sleeves showed off those tattoos that she was continuously falling for. On his feet he wore a pair of light grey sneakers. “We can walk, but it might take me a while in a dress and sandals.”

“Oh shit, of course. What m’I saying? Y’can’t walk in a pretty dress like that,” he said hurrying to the car and opening the passenger side. “After you, love. Jus’ need t’tell me the directions,” he smiled at her.

All the books she had brought to her summer vacation had a romantic flare to them. Her only thought was there should be a book written about this very day—meeting Harry at the beach and going on a date with him. It was impractical and a bit flighty of her to be so taken with him already.

But there was no way she could help it when he got in the driver’s seat, smiled at her with those dreamy dimples and his eyes twinkled at her behind those pretty lashes of his. “Y’look gorgeous, love.”

*

It was effortless how much he enjoyed her company. The idea that it was only his first full day and he had already had a good beach day and another good jog under his belt. The post-beach-and-jog shower was cold-watered but steamy as he thought of the pretty girl in her pretty bathing suit. He imagined her smile, the gentle curve of her lips as he wrapped his hand around his cock as the water cooled off his sweaty and warm skin for several minutes until he was finally relieved of seeing her...assets at the beach.

Seeing her immediately after he inquired about the lack of towels as soon as he had shorts on was like a dream. Her agreeing to dinner with a beautiful girl was not what he expected when he booked this trip six months ago. Only one day in and this was the best vacation he had ever been on.

They arrived at the restaurant and after searching through the menu in silence, they placed drinks and an appetizer to share.

Did he mention how effortless this all was? The conversation was once more not a moment of dullness. She was funny, beautiful, kind, and it seemed that everyone at the restaurant knew her at least a little bit. “Our sun-kissed angel is here!” A man shouted from across the patio where they were seated. Everyone turned to follow the gaze of the man and Harry smirked instead of being jealous because he was right. She was an angel. A tanned, lovely, gorgeous angel.

She rolled her eyes. “Harry, this is my friend Louis. I used to work here in the summer.”

“Before she went off an got a real job, like a traitor.”

Harry was fascinated by her, simply put. He wanted to spend forever at dinner with her. Chatting with her. Looking at her beautiful face. Envying how the sun got to kiss her, and he didn’t.

*

“Okay, well...we can’t not get ice cream,” she said knowingly.

“You just told the waiter you were too full for dessert,” he chuckled at her.

“You don’t get dessert at a restaurant when there are literally seven different ice cream shops within spitting distance,” she rolled her eyes. “Summer is for ice cream. If we hurry, we can see a sunset too.”

“Y’sure know how t’get the most out of a summer day.”

She frowned. “Oh...I’m sorry. I forget that you only have two weeks. We don’t have to. We can head back,” she said softly. “I’m sorry.”

“No, not at all, love. S’a great idea,” he reached out across the console and rested his hand on her thigh near her knee. With the long dress covering her legs, it wasn’t terribly inappropriate, but it was so instinctive to reach out and touch her he felt he made a mistake when she was suddenly speechless. Unable to tell Harry where to go to get her precious ice cream. “Er...sorry,” he said pulling his hand back to rest on the gearshift between them. “Should have asked,” he felt his face warm in embarrassment.

“N-no, it’s okay,” she nodded quickly. Her voice was breathy as she stammered. “I was...” She shook her head. “You can touch me—I mean,” she put a hand over her face in embarrassment at the encouragement she just gave him. Harry decided to quickly put her out of her misery—he did say tits after looking at her for thirty seconds this morning, even if she didn’t hear it. He gave her leg a gentle squeeze as he moved his hand back to where it was. She was silent again once more and she rested one hand over his. Letting a few of her fingers fill the space between his but not twining them fully together. “Is this okay?” She asked softly.

Harry melted over her sweetness. “Perfect.”

*

They ate their ice cream on the beach sitting on the tall, white lifeguard stand since it was late. There was a smattering of running kids, a few dogs, and families littered closer to the water on the tidal flats. But no one was over where they were. Up on the soft sand encroaching on the dunes. They chatted in between licks and bites of ice cream and Harry was certain he was falling deeper and deeper in love with her by the millisecond. It was ridiculous. Love at first sight couldn’t possibly be real. He had three or four serious girlfriends (four if you counted his junior high love affair, three if you didn’t) all of whom he did fall in love with but over the course of weeks and months. Not minutes and hours. Maybe it was the salt air playing with his brain chemistry.

Certainly, it had something to do with the beautiful girl sitting so close to him he could feel her sun-kissed skin warming him from the gentle breeze floating off the water as the sun started its descent over the horizon. She took her phone from her purse and snapped a picture quickly. Hardly looked at it, barely centered it, yet it was the most beautiful sunset picture he’d ever seen.

“Are y’a photographer in y’free time?” He asked.

She snorted. “No, I do like taking pictures. But I have hundreds of these,” she said showing him the photo album of various sunset pictures she had taken over the years. Harry could see why she was so good at them. No two pictures looked alike which had to be a poem somewhere out there. Harry always considered himself a winter—growing up in cold England would do that to a person—and no two snowflakes were alike. Snowflakes had nothing on her sunsets.

“D’you want t’take a picture together?” He asked quietly.

She smirked. “Do I have chocolate on my face?” She wrinkled her nose at him.

Chuckling, he shook his head. “No,” he promised. Harry wrapped an arm around her waist pulling her snuggly against him. “S’this okay?” he asked almost directly into her ear. She nodded and smiled as she flipped her camera around to selfie mode. Harry had one arm around her waist, the other holding his ice cream cone. She reached her arm out to take the picture while she held her cup of ice cream in her lap with the other. Gazing at her screen, Harry couldn’t believe how effortless it felt to touch her. It was so easy to talk to her. And they looked like the perfect beach couple. “Can y’send that to me?” He murmured in her ear once more. She nodded mutely. Harry didn’t remove his arm from around her waist and he continued eating his ice cream.

Once finished with their treat, they continued chatting and watching the sunset listening to the laughter of families on the beach. The sky was so pretty Harry thought that she was right. This was the best place on earth.

*

They walked back to their cottages hand in hand, Harry stopping outside the door for the place labeled Sun-Kissed Cabana. “S’that why Louis calls you a sun-kissed angel?”

She rolled her eyes. “He’s something else.”

Harry chuckled. Leaned forward and swept his lips on the apple of her cheek. “I had the perfect first day with you, love,” he said softly. “Sleep well,” he hummed and turned to walk three houses down. She pressed a hand on her cheek like a lovesick idiot. She nearly forgot the code to get into her own house and felt like floating all the way to her room where she giggled and kicked across her bed as she smiled into her pillow.

*

The next three days were spent almost the same as the first. The beach: complete with reading, naps, and lots of talking to the pretty girl he liked so much already. Followed by a run, a shower, and then dinner. Harry tried really hard not to touch her without asking. The only allowance he gave himself to touch her without asking was when he truly felt like her back was getting a little singed. On the second day she made the grilled chicken salad she told Harry she was going to make before he invited her to dinner, but once he informed her he was a pescetarian she hurried to the store to get him some fish to grill instead. It was totally unnecessary, and Harry felt guilty she spent money on him like that for dinner (even though he was insistent he pay for dinner and ice cream the first night). Regardless, it was a delicious salad paired with zucchini noodles that truly tasted just like pasta. Harry made her write the recipe down for him.

“I can’t run at all,” she wrinkled her nose when Harry offered to join her on her evening walk the following day.

“I’d rather walk with y’then, love,” he said softly with a smile. “If y’want company, that is.”

She wanted to say she wanted Harry’s company. But thought that was a bit too much. But they walked side by side, Harry gently ushering her to the inside of the road without making any fuss about it. They continued their comfortable chattering. Talking of anything and everything. That night they ordered pizza that was delivered to Sea View and watched a movie in his living room, her feet in his lap where he rubbed the soles of her aching feet without prompting or full acknowledgement.

By the end of the third day, she thought Harry might be her best friend. He made crispy cauliflower tacos. He spent the evening simply reading on her back porch with her in comfortable, perfect silence.

*

The fourth day, they were sitting on her back porch again, sipping bubbly wine spritzers that she put in glasses of ice and combined with a popsicle to match the flavors. Harry thought it was sinful the way she licked the pop. Harry wanted to jump her bones so very badly.

“How do you like the outdoor shower?” She asked looking up at the sky full of stars. There was a citronella candle between them to keep the bugs away and she had a solar set of lights strung about her little patio. She was in a soft warm glow from the lights. Once more, looking sun kissed. She was wearing a shorter dress than the other day, shorts beneath it. She informed him about the shorts because she said it was an athletic-type dress and she may have sat weird and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

Harry thought there wasn’t anything she could do to make him uncomfortable.

“I haven’t used it, actually. M’not sure I—”

She made an almost inhuman noise, a cross between a growl and gasp. It was quite adorable even if she seemed miffed and Harry wished he could have recorded the sound because he thought he would listen to it on loop for the rest of forever. “Harry!” She almost shouted. “The sole reason I took Sun-Kissed Cabana over Sea View was because I knew the outdoor shower would be a huge selling point for renters. You haven’t used it?” She looked nearly betrayed.

He chuckled, sipping his drink. “M’sorry, love. I didn’t realize—”

“Harry, I’m not kidding. You have to go use it. Like right now.”

He laughed loudly. If there could possibly be a downside of this little beach-cottage neighborhood, it would be that the houses were quite close, and Harry’s loud laughter could probably be heard back at his own place. But she was staring at him seriously. He thought she really expected him to get up and leave at this moment so he could get this experience.

“Y’serious?” He asked smirking at her.

“I don’t joke about the outdoor shower,” she promised him.

Finishing his popsicle and taking the last sips of his drink he stood from her little patio table and shook his head with a chuckle at her. “I guess m’going.”

He wanted to invite her. Especially if she didn’t have one here at Cabana. It sounded like she would like it more. “You better,” she continued licking the pop and Harry was grateful he would at least have a new image to think about in the outdoor shower when he imagined his hand around his dick was her mouth instead.

*

The air was cool but somehow warm. Sort of like the water on his skin. He could see the draw and actually surprised himself that he hadn’t used the shower yet. He imagined in the morning it would be heaven—most of his showers had been in the afternoon or evening since he was running at that time. But maybe he could take two showers a day—who cared? He was on vacation.

Was it heavenly? Her message read.

Harry thought about how much how active his imagination got picturing her in that shower with him, his hand fisting over himself until he imagined her pretty cleavage covered in him instead of flowing with the water down the drain. Extremely. But of course, he left out why it was so heavenly. You should write a book of recommendations for your guests.

:) You can come back over if you want. I know I kind of kicked you out, but like I said. I’m very serious about outdoor showers.

Chuckling to himself, he hurried to get dressed again and meet her back there.

*

She knew Harry’s family was coming today so she told him that she would give him all kinds of space but if he needed anything, he was not to hesitate to ask her. “M’mum and sister would love t’meet you, kitten,” he promised. He didn’t mean to call her kitten. But it rolled off the tongue so effortlessly and she was the one who said she felt like a cat in the sun. But he didn’t spend long thinking about it and continued his little speech. “Y’don’t have t’evade us.”

“I’m sure you want family time,” she promised. “Really, it’s fine. Plus, we’ll have a whole other week to do our little routine,” she felt her face warm as she spoke realizing she just told Harry she wanted to spend the remainder of his vacation together. She opened her mouth to backtrack almost instantly, but Harry beat her to the punch before she could speak again.

Given that Harry was this close to telling her he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, another full week spent together seemed like a great idea. “I can’t wait,” he promised.

They decided to do a sunrise that morning. She brought a blanket and was wrapped up in a long sleeve shirt along with a pair of sweatpants. She advised Harry to do the same. “The air is still cool from the night when you get to the beach early,” she explained the night before they parted to go to bed.

They were laying on the blanket angled by the natural slope of the dunes so they could see the view of the sun cresting on the ocean horizon. “Do y’have as many sunrise pictures?” He asked tiredly. With the sun rising at just after five-thirty she was courteous and kind in asking that they get there at five so they could see the dawn and array of beautiful colors painting the sky before the sun got there.

She giggled. “No way. Too early to see it that many times. I do like sunrises more, though,” she said. “It’s so much quieter. It’s not as hot. I don’t know. I think sunrises are just so beautiful.”

He immediately, silently agreed with her that they were. No matter how much he was enjoying sunsets with her. He would wake up at 4:45 every day if it meant watching something she found beautiful, and it made her happy. Harry had her pulled to his side again, his arm looped beneath the back of her neck. His eyes were closed as he fiddled with a strand of her hair running his fingers through the soft tendrils. “Harry,” she whispered after a few minutes. Harry felt the edges of sleep and the dreamworld starting to meld together on his brain. “You’re gonna miss it,” her voice was so gentle. Perfect for morning. She was the most beautiful thing he had laid eyes on but he couldn't bring himself to open them right now.

“Hmm,” he hummed. Refusing to open his eyes. “S’okay. We can see it another day,” he mumbled.

She giggled. “Harry,” she whispered so gently. It felt like magic. Warmth spread through his whole body. “We woke up so early,” she reminded him.

He nodded. “M’sorry,” he sighed. “It’s so peaceful,” he muttered. “You’re warm,” he turned his face to bury his nose in her hair and he nuzzled closer to her. Harry being a cuddler didn’t surprise her. He was quite touchy. But this sent her heart into a frenzy, and she forgot why they were there.

“Harry,” she whispered again feeling brave. Maybe because it was too early, and her brain wasn’t functioning.

“Jus’ lemme sleep, kitten. Please?” He muttered into her hair. “Wake me in twenty-nine minutes.”

She swallowed. “But...I want to kiss you,” she sounded so shy.

Harry’s eyes sprung open, and he pulled back from her quickly to look at her beautiful, perfect face. “M’awake,” he promised and gently cupped her cheeks, his fingers slipping through her hair, and he brought her face closer to his. Kissing her like he had been dreaming about over the last five days was the only thing on his mind.

She moaned against his mouth and Harry was really looking forward to that outdoor shower now. She pressed against him, keening as she licked into his mouth, sucking on his lower lip. Driving him absolutely mad as she nipped at his lip gently with her teeth. She could feel herself squeezing her thighs together for relief because she was finally kissing Harry the way she wished she did at sunset on his first night here.

Harry’s hands were cool against her flushed cheeks. “Kitten,” he hummed against her mouth, pecking at her like he would die without her kisses. “Y’taste so good,” he sighed dreamily.

She rolled to her side to face him squarely while he returned to his side too, instead of hovering over her. He wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her against him. Over the past four days at the beach, she had tried really hard not to stare at whatever was going on in Harry’s swimsuit, so she didn’t look like a sex-maniac. But there was no way she could ignore the hard dick she felt against her thigh as she pressed against the full length of his body. She imagined Harry fucking her so hard in that outdoor shower that the neighbors would have no way of ignoring what was happening. She moaned at the idea once more against his lips, thighs pressing together.

“Oh no,” he hummed. If she wasn’t already so drunk in love with Harry after one date and four days together, she might have thought his voice sounded a bit mocking. Slowly, he rolled onto his back holding onto her and perching her body on top of him as he did. One of his legs separated her thighs apart. “Do y’need something from me, love?” He cooed almost lovingly at the idea she was aching between her legs. He kept her pulled down toward him so he could continue kissing her, effectively melting all coherent thought.

Holy shit, his voice. Oh my God.

Without meaning to, she clenched her legs once more, this time, wrapped around Harry’s thigh causing friction, despite two layers of sweatpants and her underwear (at least those were thin). “N-no,” she almost whimpered trying to get away from his leg. Harry put his hands on her hips and gently pressed her back down toward him while bending his knee a bit. His thigh came closer in contact with her so if she wanted to, she could rub right against him.

“Y’sure, love? You look like y’might need something,” his voice was so sultry. It was too early for this. His eyes were somehow a deeper green. His lips were too pink after kissing her.

“N-no,” she shook her head despite wanting nothing more than to grind her pelvis against his thigh. She knew what it looked like beneath the sweatpants. She knew the tattoos that dotted his skin. Fuck, she wanted to get herself off so bad. But she was acutely aware of her position and tried to lift herself off his leg. “I-I think m’too heavy,” she stammered again.

He groaned and pulled her tighter against his leg. “No way, angel,” he promised. “Go ahead, know y’want to. I want y’to,” his voice was a bit husky. Like he was a bit confused. She groaned softly. God she wanted to. “That’s it,” he encouraged as she ground herself against him.

She felt flush, wishing she wasn’t wearing sweatpants. They were getting in the way. The long sleeve shirt was making her warmer. Or maybe it was Harry that was making her warm. Harry helped shift her hips back and forth against his leg as she moaned and whimpered as she rutted against his thigh. “Y’look so pretty, kitten,” he cooed. “Getting off on m’thigh like that. S’making me so hard, love. Fuck,” he moaned. “You’re s’pretty.”

She continued creating friction on between the two of them worried she would give herself a burn from all the fabric rubbing together but she was so fucking wet she was certain she would slide easily against him if she could take her pants off in public. The sun was still rising, not quite up over the horizon yet, but the sky was brighter, creating a gorgeous image of her beautiful body silhouetted from the light. “S’good, so good, baby,” he groaned. She whined and continued rutting herself against him.

“Harry,” she croaked.

“Yeah, love? Y’gonna come for me? Gonna come from jus’ m’thigh?”

Jesus Christ, she felt like she was a virgin. She was almost certain she was. Had she ever even had an orgasm before Harry? When was the last time she had sex? When was the last time she masturbated? Holy shit. This was bad. He was all consuming and he was fully clothed, and it was just his thigh.

She nodded at his words. Even though she felt a bit silly and stupid for doing this, with two layers of sweatpants between them. “Yeah? Good, want y’to. Y’look so pretty all—”

“Fucking hell,” she whimpered and dropped her face to his chest as she twitched against him. Harry flexed his muscle, gripping her hips and rubbing her against him so he could help her ride out the waves of her orgasm for a few moments. After that, Harry dropped his knee once more, letting her flatten against him. He kissed her forehead as she breathed heavily against him, shaky and sighing as she let the euphoria course through her. He rubbed up and down her back as she did, and he breathed deeply into her hair. She smelled like sunscreen and coconut.

“I really like sunrises,” he murmured. She smirked. Her face against his chest. “Y’sleepy, now, kitten?”

She nodded. “Yeah,” her voice was a bit quiet. Almost unsure. “Sorry,” she mumbled, nuzzling her face against his shirt.

He shook his head, kissing the top of her hair once more. “Don’t be sorry. Been thinking ‘bout y’coming all over me since I met you.”

She giggled. “Yeah?”

Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. It wasn’t very...flattering on his part. It also made it sound like he only liked her for the idea of sex. Which wasn’t the case. He liked her so much simply because she was the sweetest, nicest person he had had the pleasure of meeting for a really long time.

She rolled off him. He kind of hated it because even though it wasn’t freezing cold, it felt like it now that she wasn’t laying on his body. She looked at the outline of the bulge stretching against his gray sweatpants. It was still ten minutes until the sun would be touching the horizon. “Fair’s fair, yeah?” She wondered, looking up at him and then back down at the somehow growing outline. She would be lucky if he fit in her mouth.

“Angel, y’don’t have to jus’ because—”

She frowned. “Do...you not want me to?” She wondered, confused and worried that he was rejecting her. She didn’t know why if he had just used her thigh to get him off.

“No, no,” he said quickly wanting to ease the worry he saw fill her beautiful face. God he would rather die than reject her. “I mean...y’can do whatever y’want to m’body,” he nodded eagerly. “Jus’ don’t want you t’think you have to. Been thinking ‘bout—” his voice choked off as she outlined the bulge. “Oh...s’nice,” he moaned forgetting everything he was saying about what she could do to him. Her fingertip simply ran along absent-minded paths along his length. He struggled to remember the last time he had sex because he could only imagine the episode in the outdoor shower as the last time he orgasmed.

She giggled. “Nice?” She questioned; Harry was so polite. The way he walked with her on the inside of the road, the way he held her door open no matter if they were going in the house or the car, or if he simply carried her heavy cooler off the beach even though he was carrying his own belongings. For him to say it was nice the way she was touching his dick was simply...something else.

He nodded breathlessly. “Yeah,” he was already too far gone with just her goddamn finger touching him. He couldn’t have made any comment further if he wanted to. He moaned as she squeezed gently along the length of him. Five minutes till sunrise and the beach would be covered in light. She glanced around quickly, seeing they were still alone. She had never done this in the five years she had been staying the summer back in town keeping an eye on Sea View while living in Sun-Kissed Cabana.

“Do you think I could make you come in five minutes?” She whispered.

He groaned almost animalistically. “Love, I think y’could make me come in forty-five seconds,” he promised. And with that, she dipped her head toward his waist just until the sun was ready to cross over the horizon.

*

It was quite difficult not to text Harry all day long while his family visited. It was entirely due to having an orgasm at his hand (thigh); the creeping need to bond to the person who just made her entire world flip upside down was a prominent feeling throughout her body the whole day. The words of her book didn’t make any sense, so she opted for cleaning her bathroom. But that proved to be difficult too, and she spilled most of the mop water back onto the floor. After another fit of cleaning that up, she decided to spend her time at the grocery store since she was getting dangerously low on her much-needed items. She nearly forgot to go to the checkout line. After putting everything away she thought about just going to bed at three in the afternoon just to rid her mind of how crazy she was being and how awkwardly she missed her summer guy.

Fortunately, Harry broke first, before she fell asleep.

I know it’s silly, but I miss you terribly.

She felt so much relief reading his message. Oh, thank God. Me too.

You really should just come over. Mum and Gemma want to meet you. I won’t shut up about you. It’s...a bit pathetic how obsessed I sound actually. Mum’s in the outdoor shower while Gemma is taking pictures of the beach. We’re going to have dinner in a bit—you should join us. He put this shy little emoji after his message.

She was currently dressed in a pair of bike shorts and t-shirt that fell past her hips, barely a strip of the shorts showed. She had her hair pulled back by a claw clip. She wanted to go over there immediately. However, her outfit and hair did not look ready to meet Harry’s family. Plus, she was worried she would do something stupid like sit in Harry’s lap in front of his mother and sister and then she would have to jump out a window to hide her infatuation.

I would love to, but really...I’m sure they want to see you.

They want to ‘meet the girl that’s got me all flustered’ that I nearly dropped all our snack bar food in the sand today :)

She giggled. Glad he was also affected by their sunrise romp in the sand. Maybe tomorrow? She hedged instead. She really didn’t want to intrude.

Please, love. That would be wonderful.

*

She must have fallen asleep anyway. But she woke up to a knock at her door. She felt the claw clip sliding out of the back of her hair and she rubbed her eye as she made her way over. There stood Harry and two women outside the screen door. Each of them was holding a dish of (presumably) food. Immediately, she felt underdressed and stupid looking. “Uh, hey beautiful,” he smiled gently. “Sorry t’bother you. But seems the barbeque back there is out of gas,” he explained. “I sent y’a text—”

“Harry, the poor girl was sleeping,” his mother admonished. “I told you we could just go out to eat. Love, m’so sorry. I swear some days he was raised in a barn!” She shook her head. “We’ll leave you be.”

“No, no,” she shook her head quickly, the clip clattering from the ends of her hair to the floor. She felt her face warm, once more grateful for the tan skin to hide most of the blush rushing to her cheeks. She opened the door for them to enter and quickly swept the clip into her hands. “Make yourselves at home,” she said, and Harry ushered his mother toward the kitchen and out the back door toward the patio and grill. Gemma walked slower behind her family to give some reassurance to the girl who was struggling to fix her hair in the little entry way mirror.

“M’sorry about both of them in advance,” Gemma whispered. “Harry hasn’t been able to function normally all day and Mum is already in love with you. When you didn’t answer, it was the first coherent thought Mum had about not begging to see you and thus began Harry pacing waiting all of four minutes for your response before he said we could just come over like absolute lunatics.”

Oh God she liked Gemma. “Thank you. I’m so sorry I look like this,” she winced at the image of her reflection. She was all frizz and pillow lines from the couch where she fell asleep.

She snorted. “Please, we interrupted your evening. Your quiet time and relaxation. Don’t worry about it. You look beautiful,” she promised pressing a hand on her arm and headed after her brother and mother.

If she wasn't already--which she was pretty sure she was--Harry’s lovely little family was going to ensure she fell so hopelessly and terribly in love with Harry.

--

general taglist: @justlemmeadoreyou @daydreamingofmatilda @sunshinemoonsposts @youdontcaredoyou @tiredinwinter @loving-hazz @likeapplejuicenpeach @straightontilmornin

Please let me know if you'd like to join the taglist, if it didn't work, if you no longer want to be included, etc. :)

If you like this, check out my masterlist for more of my writing.

#harry #harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #harry styles blurbs #harry styles blurb #harry styles reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles au #harry styles one shot #harry styles concept #hs #hs fic #hs writing #one direction #one direction writing #beach!harry styles #vacation!harry styles #cottage!harry styles #sun-kissed

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Hii love! Can you write ‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you.’’ with JJ Maybank?? Thank you❤️

I miss my boy JJ <3 Only three weeks until we see him again!! Who is excited for the new season?

my taglists are here + you can requests here at any time

—

Being stranded on 'Poguelandia' made you realize how you took many things for granted — especially your morning croissant and coffee — and the privilege of a hot shower and a soft pillow.

When you’ve lived your whole life in comfort, it’s hard to suddenly have nothing. When you escaped the boat with the rest of the pogues, you didn’t think you would come across an inhabited island and have to stay there for a while. It’s only been five days and you were starting to feel like the two kids in The Blue lagoon.

Everyone was in survival mode and helping in any way they could. You and Kiara had built a shelter for the night, Sarah and Cleo had gathered wood and some small fruits while the boys made good use of their fishing skills…and a makeshift spear.

It also made you reevaluate things. Like your relationship with JJ.

You had broken up shortly after Sarah and John B. were declared dead, both too emotional and heartbroken to be in a relationship. The ‘death’ of your friends had caused a massive crack in the group. Even the relationship between Kie and Pope had its hard moments, but unlike you and JJ, they were still together.

‘’I still love him. I never stopped,’’ you confessed to Kiara one late night on the beach while everyone was asleep.

Your eyes were on JJ, watching him sleeping soundly after sending your heart into panic earlier that day. Doing stupid shit was typical of JJ, but when he jumped from that cliff and he didn’t come up to the surface immediately, you got really scared. After almost drowning and definitely having a minor undiagnosed concussion, you could barely stand not having your eyes on him.

Kiara laid her head on your shoulder. ‘’I know.’’

Everybody knows.

If JJ had not been there, surviving on the island would’ve been harder. He was the sunshine in your life, always there to turn your grumpy frown into a smile after you had the worst sleep of your life and sand in places where sand should not be.

You’ve spent a lot of time together on Poguelandia, looking for coconuts and cracking them, teaching you how to catch a fish or watching the stars on nights neither of you could find sleep. It was nice to be close to him again.

But it wasn’t close enough.

‘’Can I eat that?’’ you asked, standing by a small bush of wild berries.

‘’If the berries are white, yellow, and green, don’t eat them,’’ JJ said, not even looking at the berries you were talking about. ‘’Some red berries are poisonous too, so be careful. If you eat a harmful berry, there could be great consequences. Red berries are roughly 50% safe to eat. And, if they are in clusters, they’re usually bad.’’

You nodded. Noted. ‘’Can I eat this one?’’

Growing up on the wealthier side of the island, you didn't know a lot of surviving tips. You didn’t even know how to pierce a coconut. Fortunately for you, JJ was there to help you out.

A small chuckle left JJ’s lips and he came over to you, checking the berries and plucking one from the branch. ‘’Open up, milady.’’ He held the small fruit before your mouth and you allowed him to feed it to you. ‘’If it taste weird, spit it out.’’

He was kidding. JJ would never let you eat a poisonous berry. He only said that to mess with you.

A call of your and JJ’s name made you whip your heads around to hear Pope saying the girls were swimming by the rocks and he and John B. were going to fetch more wood to make a fire tonight. You gave him a thumbs up and they left through the tall trees.

You plucked more berries from the branches, trying to calm your screaming stomach. Your body was not used to the small portion of food a deserted island had to offer.

While you were eating, JJ was trying to gather his words together. You hadn’t talked about what happened on the boat when he got knocked over, about when you saved his life. It was a difficult thing to think about and everyone respected your silence, but JJ wanted to thank you. If you had not jumped overboard and kept his head above water, he probably would have drowned.

‘’I…I didn't tell you, but what you did on the boat was brave as fuck,’’ he started, shifting his feet in the sand nervously. ‘’Jumping overboard like that? I wish I could've seen that.’’ A smile curled on his lips, imagining for a moment. ‘’Thanks for saving me.’’

When you saw him in the water, face down and not moving, you didn't hesitate and leaped. You would do again if you had to.

‘’Next time someone swings at you with a machete, you duck. I don’t want to play superhero again.’’ Your eyes welled up with tears and JJ pulled you against him. He didn't smell like weed and teen-boy deodorant anymore, just salt water and sweat, but he embrace still felt like JJ.

‘’I’ll try to remember.’’

‘’I almost gave up,’’ you confessed against his shoulder, ‘’but I wasn't going to abandon you. If you go down, I go down too.’’

JJ tightened his hold around you. He felt so lucky to have you in his shitty life.

You slipped your hands through the haphazardly cut holes of his shirt and spreading your fingers on his back. JJ went soft under your touch, his head falling into the space between his shoulder and neck. 

‘’I don’t care we broke up, I still love you. I always will.’’

—

OBX taglist: @moralina @eudximoniakr @toylewestinnyc @rottenstyx   @sweeterheartxamerica  @jordierama @viridwityy @izzy-laufeyson @kenzi-woycehoski @lilaconner @katsukis1wife @hawkegfs @mommyruuetrue   @acornacreacure  

All and more taglist: @spiokybirdstarfish @kenqki @liidiaaag @hawkegfs  @gillybear17 @areaderinlove @acornacreacure @black-rose-29 @fudge13

#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank x y/n #Outer Banks #outer banks jj #outer banks imagine #rudy pankow

[shattersstar]

Please use this as a free pass to write "admiring them from afar" with anyone you want :^)

the hellcat spangled shalalala

pairing: college!au jason todd x reader

prompt: blossoming romance - admiring them from afar

warning: harassment mention (in joking context)

a/n: more college basketball au bc i say so! seriously tho thank u for the request it worked out as a great free pass ☺️ this can be read as a stand-alone or taking place after drawstring. comments r appreciated and i hope y’all enjoy ! and expect another part soonish <3

—

shot at the night series.

—

when your judgment’s on the run, and you’re acting like a stranger cause you thought it looked fun.

The morning sun casted a milky glow, pouring in through the windows and lighting up the store as clouds moved on. Summer began to roll through, exams a thing of the past as Gotham hummed with warmth. You were going to the beach sometime next week, even if it was over a two hour drive away, you were beyond excited. It had been easy to forget all about school, despite the fact the summer term was coming up and you were taking a course. On top of working at a cafe during the week, the gas station on weekend mornings, and still unpacking your new place, you were surprisingly busy.

It was why you hadn’t really seen Jason. Or at least what you had told yourself. You two were in a confusing place, you both knew you liked each other, had worked through some things, but you wanted time. To figure out how genuine your feelings were or if they were just because Jason admitted to liking you. It was nice to be desired, to be sought after, but you didn’t want to string Jason along.

Even if Jason took forever to tell you how he felt and handled it like an ass, he didn’t deserve that.

No one did.

The thought made you sigh as you looked over the columns of scratch and lotto tickets. You had never bought one when you turned of age and always wished you did. It seemed fun, if a bit pointless. You were engrossed with the paper coated in gossamer film that glimmered in the sunlight when the bell above the door rang. You peered through your lashes at whoever came in, heart skipping a beat as the object of your affection breezed through like an early morning fantasy. Jason sent you a quick smile before ducking towards the fridges in the back and scanning through the drinks.

You watched his tall figure from where you perched behind the counter. Elbows resting on the plastic case holding the tickets that no longer occupied your attention. His broad shoulders rose and fell with a sigh, black waves brushing the back of his neck. He was in track pants that hung low on his hips, shirt partially tucked in and giving you a chance to take in how his waist curved and held muscle and fat you could only imagine the delicious sight of.

“You guys don’t have anymore Propel?” Jason called, looking over his shoulder.

You nearly fell over being caught staring, opting to scrunch your nose at the question. “Unfortunately not sir. They don’t sell well because, personally, those drinks are grossly sweet.” You said in your best customer service voice, a grin pulling at Jason’s mouth as he turned back to the fridge.

“Uh huh. Thank you for your input.”

“I live to serve.” You chimed, loud enough for him to hear over the hum of the fridges and the quiet playlist you had put on. Jason snorted from the distance, prompting you to steal another look at him before you busied yourself with refilling the lighter display, which you had abandoned in favour of zoning out earlier.

You had always told Jason you were tired and bored on shift, opening at 5am most weekends. It had become a habit during the school year for him to stop by, usually on a run, but today with a bag slung across his body, you were sure he was heading to the gym on campus. Off season practice you supposed.

You also realized it likely meant when Jason moved off campus, it was still nearby if he was able to stop by before heading to campus. That or he went out of his way to see you, which made your heart skip another beat. You looked back over to Jason at the sound of the fridge door closing, trying to keep your eyes low as you followed his footsteps. He walked up the furthest aisle than down the one closest to the register, lingering while you shifted behind the counter.

“Anything I can help you find?” You called, sweetly.

Jason shook his head no, looking over at you that crooked smile. “Nah, I don’t think you guys carry what I’m looking for.” He opened the energy drink he picked, taking a sip while you smiled in return.

“Yeah unfortunately we don’t carry steroids.” You shrugged. Jason nearly spat out his drink as he laughed, and you were unable to contain your giggles from behind your hand. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, picking up a bag of chips before turning towards the cash. Jason placed both his items on the counter and tossed a granola bar there after pursuing the treats that sat below the register for a minute.

“That’s all.” He said, while you pointed at the drink.

“In future, we ask customers wait till purchase before opening food or drink.” You said, the playful air in your voice still there.

“Oh give my apologies to the owner.” Jason remarked, while you scanned his items.

“Will do…its been a while since you came in. And you didn’t get a patty today.” You muttered, looking at the screen. You had become used to your early morning meetings, even if exams and everything that happened between you two had kept Jason away since the term ended. It didn’t make it hurt less, but it wasn’t because of him. You knew you were the one putting up distance when he finally opened up to you.

“You remember all your regulars that well?” Jason asked tentatively.

“Only the cute ones,” You said, tapping the screen before adding, “Like that redhead you used to come in with whose dropped dead gorgeous. You ever give out his name or number?” You teased, Jason was well aware you knew Roy and his number.

“What does he normally get again?” Jason countered, and you pulled your lip between your teeth as you met his gaze. You stayed silent before raising your hands in defeat, you knew when you lost your battles.

The computer beeped at you for taking too long, and you chuckled awkwardly before pressing a few buttons. You could feel his eyes taking in your side profile as he often did. You wondered how you didn’t know Jason’s true feelings before when you caught him admiring you so often. And worse, how could you think your feelings were anything, but genuine when every time Jason did something like that, your heart raced.

He was so beautiful and could have anyone, a sentiment you felt tenfold when you learned he played for the university’s basketball team, but Jason chose you. He looked at you and made you feel like no one else did and you had been foolish to deny that for so long.

“It’s 9.55.” You said, as he handed you cash.

“You can keep the change.” Jason said, shoving his snacks into his bag.

“I definitely don’t get paid enough so thanks.”

Jason hummed, fiddling with the lid on his drink, and despite the platform the counter sat on, he was still taller than you. You were almost eye level like this, but Jason still had to glance down as he spoke his next words. “You called me cute earlier.”

“Oh I did?” You played dumb and Jason’s jaw shifted, but you knew he wasn’t angry. The ease that normally flowered between you two took over your conversation as he nodded.

“Pretty sure.”

“Well if you wanna file a harassment claim, it’ll be with the owner you owe an apology too.”

“Maybe that makes us even.” Jason said, quiet.

“Maybe…or you could pick me up after my shift if you really wanna square things. I finish earlier today.” You said, gaze flickering between the lotto tickets and Jason’s face. A boyish grin took over his expression as genuine excitement seemed to fill him.

“Fuck yeah—I mean yeah, that’d be great. What time?” He reeled himself in while you toyed with his receipt.

“Noon instead of three.” Jason nodded, that wild glint in his eyes spelt trouble in the best way. He adjusted the strap on his shoulder and while distracted, you placed your palms flat on the counter and pushed yourself to his height. You pressed a quick kiss on Jason’s cheek before settling onto the stool behind you. Jason nearly dropped his bottle as he processed what you just did.

“See you later Jason, I’ll save you a patty if all the construction guys don’t get to them first.” You promised, as he headed towards the door, running his fingers through his hair and looking back at you with indiscernibility. It was shock and awe you supposed.

“See ya baby!” Jason called as he left, dazed tone and pet name threatened to set you on fire as a group of kids barrelled in and darted straight to the freezer. You paid no mind to their yells and counted the hours till Jason picked you up for your first date.

shalalala.

~

title/lyrics from the hellcat spangled shalalala by arctic monkeys

more reading: college/uni hcs + jason todd

#i need a series name for this #im open to suggestions lmao #shot at the night #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood imagine #red hood x reader #dc imagine #dc x reader #writing

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Have you read Percy Jackson? Of so could you do Straw Hats x 12 year old Daughter of PJO! Zeus? Thank you for your time BTW

I have only read the first book so far, so please forgive me if this isn’t written correctly.

-You had been having fun, wind surfing when a gust gave you a boost that you had easily underestimated, easily taking off with you, pulling you far from shore, farther than you were used to.

-Luckily a ship had seen you catching your big air and when they saw you panicking, they were quick to pull up beside you and you were stunned when Luffy shot his arm down, stretching it like rubber, and fished you and your board out.

-You were a lot younger than they first believed, being a young teenager as Chopper and Nami both scolded you, checking you out for any wounds as you looked a little sheepish, “Thanks for saving me- I wasn’t anticipating getting blown out to sea.”

-Franky just ruffled your hair affectionately, “IT’s okay- you caught some SUPER air out there!!” you beamed, feeling proud of yourself as you stood.

-Robin then spoke, “Do you always wind surf alone?” you shook your head, “No I’ve got others- I’m just the most advanced so I can go out farther. My friends are all on the beach doing their own activities for camp.”

-Luffy looked like a big kid, “Camp? What kind of camp?” you puffed out your chest a little bit, “Demi-god camp! We’re all here to enjoy the fresh sea air!”

-Robin lifted a hand to her lips, a soft hum leaving her, “I think I’ve heard about that. Camp Half Blood, right?” you beamed up at her, nodding, “Yup- we all came here as it’s safer compared to our world, and our parents can still contact us if the need us.”

-As the ship started towards the shore, to drop you off, Zoro spoke up, “Why is your old world more dangerous?” you scratched the back of your head, looking a bit embarrassed, “Not too many like us demi-gods, like other gods who don’t have any kids. Take me for example, Hera hates me because I’m the kid of Zeus, product of yet another affair. Hera’s tried to kill me I want to say… four times now.”

-Eyes were bulged, hearing this, Jinbei knew of the gods, who could travel between worlds, which made sense of why you were able to as well, and he knew of Zeus and his escapades.

-Once back on shore the other members of the camp were excited to meet some actual pirates of this world, ones that wouldn’t attack them, as they were all willing to spend time with you and the other kids.

-Chopper was quite popular with the girls who gushed on how cute he was, while Franky had gotten the attention of most of the boys for being a robot.

-You helped Sanji prepare the massive barbeque, to celebrate new friends between you, your friends, and the Straw Hats, and he taught you some techniques when grilling meat.

-The Straw Hats stayed for a few days, offering to teach the kids new things, like Zoro taught them how to use swords in a more effective way, Robin taught them about history and Nami with geography, and Usopp loved teaching the archery class, finding it fun and easy.

-You were sitting beside Luffy and Brook, swinging your legs back and forth, enjoying seeing all of your friends having so much fun as Brook spoke up, “I got to meet Athena earlier, she’s quite the woman yohoho- she almost attacked me when I asked to see her panties.”

-You winced lightly for him, “Yeah it’s lucky you survived- Athena can be intimidating.” Luffy grinned, wanting to meet your parent and you laughed awkwardly, “Yeah… Zeus has so many kids, he probably doesn’t know I exist. He doesn’t really care about us kids- just getting laid.”

-Luffy leaned his head on top of yours, surprising you as he grinned, “We can always come back when you’re older, you can join my crew!”

-Your eyes were like stars, glittering so brightly, “REALLY?!” you cheered loudly, making Luffy laugh as he promised to come back to get you and you promised to get even better at your wind surfing so you wouldn’t need to be rescued again, making the two of them laugh loudly as you all celebrated the future.

#one piece #luffy #zoro #nami #usopp #sanji #chopper #robin #brook #jinbei #franky

[helladirections]

BBF3: Kiss Her, Don’t Tell

Author: @helladirections Pairing: Harry x Y/N Status: Part 3 of ongoing universe (but can be read on its own) Word Count: 7k

Summary: Harry is YN’s brother’s best friend and YN isn’t a little kid anymore. Featuring kink negotiation and smut. That’s literally it. Lot’s of smut. 

MASTERLIST  - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 2 - PART 4

Preview

“Why uh… why do you call it ‘playing’?”  Harry smiled then, tilting his head to the side as he answered. “Because it’s fun, or at least it’s supposed to be fun. Because I’m playing a part, playing the role of the dominant person and you’re playing submissive. It’s like we’re playing a little game with each other, because sometimes I sound mean but really I would never do anything to hurt you. Is that ok with you?” “Yes,” she said softly. “I… I’ve never played the part of being submissive before. But… I think I like it.” 

Read below or on AO3 or Wattpad

“Do you trust me?”

Harry had asked YN the question before, the first time they hooked up out on the balcony. But it felt like it meant so much more now. The first time, it was spontaneous, exciting, they were breaking the mold of who they were. He teased her because that’s what he knew how to do and she liked it more than she expected. The question came up in the short term, do you trust me right now or do you trust me to do this? 

This time the question was longer term, maybe do you trust me in general to treat you the way you deserve to be treated while we play this wild game that you’ve never played before? 

And honestly, she did trust him. Maybe their relationship or whatever this is was new, but their knowing each other was not. She’d known him since she was a little kid, and had always trusted him to some degree. Sure, he joined in the teasing with her older brother when he was harmlessly bullying her, but Harry also reminded him when to back off, included her in games they played, and helped her find her way around at school when she was lost. He had a bit of a rough exterior with her at times, like when he refused to let her win a board game even though the rest of the family had agreed it was her turn, or when YN’s brother found out about a real crush she had on a boy at school and Harry joined in the teasing. But he was always soft on the inside - like when she went through her first real breakup and her brother was complaining about the crying and nonsense but when she finally left her room for dinner Harry gave her a nice big hug. 

She trusted him in the ocean at the beach earlier that afternoon. YN followed him out into the deep water, deeper than she would ever typically go. She trusted that even though he was touching her in public, he was going to hold on to her and protect her from prying eyes. And when she got pulled under by a wave, he pulled her out and brought her safely back to shore. He said he would always take care of her, and YN believed him.

So when her brother woke up from his beach afternoon nap and called out towards the two of them (still in the water but not touching as they had been earlier), she trusted Harry when he asked her to meet him in his room after a shower. She trusted him when he told her that her brother wouldn’t find out, because Harry had told him he needed to call someone back home. And she trusted him when he sat her down and started talking about the game they were playing and how they needed some rules.

“Yes, Harry. Of course I trust you.”

Harry leaned forward, closing the small distance between them as they sat on the edge of his hotel bed and left a quick, soft kiss to YN’s lips. It was clearly a reaction to her answer, but he continued speaking before she had the chance to really process what had happened. 

“Good, because trust is the most important thing in all of this, you know? Well that and consent. You should always be not just willing, but excited to be doing whatever we’re doing. And if you’re not, you just have to tell me.” 

“That makes sense.” 

“You’ve probably heard of safe words. I like to use a color system to gauge how we both feel. And it goes both ways, if I want to stop I get to say so too. We both do.” 

YN nodded her head. She had a vague concept of what most of this meant, but had never realized this area would be something that would interest her, so she had never put much thought into it. 

“So green means yes, I like it, keep going, feels great.” 

“Right.” 

“And red means stop, no, I don’t like it, this feels bad, this needs to end.” 

“Sure.” 

“And I like using the colors because sometimes someone feels yellow. Like… slow down, don’t stop completely but it’s not as good as it was, I need a break, I’m a little bit scared. Do you understand?”

YN nodded her head.

“Words, YN. It’s really important that you use words while we talk about this.” 

“Yes. I understand.” 

“Good. And if you can’t talk because you have something in your mouth,” he smiled to himself at that. “Then you can use your fingers. One for green, two for yellow, and three for red.”

“Ok and should I… if you don’t ask but I need to tell you should I just like… tap you with my fingers or something?”

“That sounds perfect, sweetheart. And remember, you can always talk to me and tell me how you’re feeling in regular words too. Like today in the water when you said you’d never been edged before, that was great. I didn’t know. Now I know I need to ease you into it, maybe explain what to expect.” 

“I do think I liked it,” she added in. “It was just new. I just didn’t know what was happening but… I liked it. Um… I think it was a good punishment.” 

A soft smile spread across Harry’s face. “Good. Because even your punishments should make you feel green, ok? All of this is supposed to be fun and exciting and feel good.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course darling.”

“Do you… have you done this a lot? With other people?”

Harry paused for a moment to think about his answer. The silence made YN a little bit nervous. 

“I’ve done this with a few people. Each person was very different, though. And it’s going to be different again with you. I’m not going to treat you the same way I’ve treated the others because you aren’t one of the others, you’re YN. So I’m going to treat you like YN and do things that make you feel good, that are fun for you. Our rules will make sense for the way that we are together.” 

“Ok, that makes sense… what are the rules?”

“Well we haven’t set them yet, have we? It might have been a bit unfair of me to punish you today since you didn’t technically break a rule, since it didn’t exist.” 

They talked it over then, setting rules that they both agreed on. The first rule was clearly that YN’s brother should never find out about their arrangement. Other rules included YN always using her words to answer while they were playing, calling Harry sir, using the color system, following any and all instructions Harry gave her. They had rules about boundaries, about things they would never do and things they would always do. There was a rule that the giving to receiving ratio should be as even as possible. And that orgasms can be taken away as a punishment, but otherwise are relatively expected (unless she wants to stop early). And even when they’re taken away as punishment, it still needs to be agreed upon that it’s fair. The rules felt good; made her feel safe. 

“And of course, a big rule is that I will always take care of you. That’s my job, to take care of you. And your job is to let me.” 

“Ok,” YN smiled. She liked the sound of that. 

“Now, sometimes taking care of you means giving you kisses,” he said. He interrupted himself by placing another one on her lips. “And sometimes it means punishing you for breaking a rule while we’re playing. But even when I’m punishing you, I should still be taking care of you. You should still be feeling good.” 

“I like that,” she answered. “Um… I have a question.” 

“Of course, darling.” 

“Why uh… why do you call it ‘playing’?” 

Harry smiled then, tilting his head to the side as he answered. “Because it’s fun, or at least it’s supposed to be fun. Because I’m playing a part, playing the role of the dominant person and you’re playing submissive. It’s like we’re playing a little game with each other, because sometimes I sound mean but really I would never do anything to hurt you. Is that ok with you?”

“Yes,” she said softly. “I… I’ve never played the part of being submissive before. But… I think I like it.” 

“Good. Do you think it’s fun? Because playing should always be fun”

YN nodded before catching herself and speaking up. “Yes, It’s been really fun” 

“Is there anything else that would make it more fun? Do you have any kinks you want to tell me about now so I can plan for them?” 

That made YN pause for a moment. She really didn’t know what kinks she had, she had never explored it before. Her sex life had always been very straight forward and simple. But the concept of getting to explore new things with Harry was more than exciting. YN explained this all to Harry, and he placed his hand gently on her knee as he listened and watched as she spoke. 

“I think… I think my favorite is just the way you talk to me. The good things and the mean things. Just… anything. It makes me feel… good.”

He laughed a bit then. “Good, I’m so glad. Because if you haven’t noticed… I love saying those things.” 

She smiled. He made her feel safe in trying new things. Safe in acknowledging what she liked. And safe any time she was with him. His words, even the most filthy ones, even the mean ones, all came from a place of care and fun and wanting to take care of her. And she had never had anything like that before. 

But something was still nagging at her. “But, um… what about… uh…” YN didn’t know how to bring it up. She didn’t want to sound overly clingy, but she also thought it was an important point. She had been punished for flirting with someone, so she needed to know if that was going to be in the rules going forward. And if it was in the rules for her, would it be for him? Would that mean they are exclusive?

“Come on, you need to be open with me. What’s on your mind?”

“Um… well today you punished me because I was flirting and… is that in the rules? For both of us?” 

Harry didn’t answer right away, which made YN just a little bit nervous. Maybe she asked too soon? It had been less than 24 hours after all. She wasn’t exactly asking to be exclusive, she just wanted to know where they stood. And if she wasn’t allowed to flirt or be with someone else, then it would only be fair for it to be the same with him. 

Eventually, Harry broke the silence. “Hmm, that’s a good question. What do you think?”

YN just shrugged.

“Ok, how about this. Everything is very new. We don’t have to decide everything right away, right? So for both of us, our homework is to think about that. And in a little while or a few days when we have some thoughts about it we can talk about it again. How does that sound?”

“That sounds good,” she answered softly. 

Harry smiled at her then. And if she didn’t know any better, YN would swear she saw a sparkle in his eye. A mischievous sparkle. A dangerous but fun sparkle. A sparkle that lived just at the corner of too much but not enough. A sparkle she desperately wanted to visit. 

“What are you thinking Harry?” she asked with a soft smile. 

He leaned back on his hands, the bed sinking a bit beneath him. His eyes stayed on hers but he didn’t answer right away. Instead he shook his head, laughing to himself as if her entire existence was a joke.

“I just… I can’t believe this. With you? Fuck…” 

“Is that… is that a good thing?”

“Oh my gosh, YN,” he said in disbelief. “Of course it’s a good thing. It’s an incredible thing!”

“So you’re excited?” she asked, still a bit nervous of what his answer might be even though she had a feeling.

“You’ve no idea how excited… just talking about it is making me chub up a bit, look.” 

He nodded his head towards his waist and she finally looked down. She hadn’t noticed until then, but his bulge was definitely more significant than it had been when she walked in. His loose shorts showed off his newly tanned legs, a tank top allowing her eyes to devour his beautiful arms. And his boyish curls were even more prominent than usual, being that they were still a bit damp from the shower he had just gotten out of. 

“Do you want… should I help you with that?” she asked. 

Again, a soft smile appeared on his lips. His pink lips which he had been biting earlier in the day and which YN desperately wanted to kiss. 

“Such a good girl, hm? Offering to help. You want a taste?”

She nodded her head.

“What did we say about words, YN?”

“Use your words,” she whispered.

“That’s right. The rules are new so let’s try this again.” Harry swallowed and then asked in a slightly deeper voice, “Do you want a taste of my cock?” 

“Yes sir,” she answered, mouth practically drooling at the thought. She looked down at his crotch again, and had to pry her eyes away to look back at Harry’s face. 

“Do you think you’ve earned it?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“And why is that?”

That was a bit of a surprise to YN. She didn’t realize she’d have to validate herself. She had no idea what he was looking for in an answer. Biting her lip, she adjusted her gaze from his crotch back up to his face. His pupils were bigger, the soft green of his eyes that she loved so much was just a thin ring around the black center. 

“Tell me all the ways you’ve been good for me today,” he supplied.

“I um… I listened to you when it was time to leave volleyball?” she tried. 

“Hmm. You did, but that was after you let that guy touch you. So I’m not sure that really counts. Try again.” 

He reached down his body, gently palming his own dick through his pants. YN’s eyes couldn’t help but follow the movements. He looked so delicious, lying there, teasing her and himself. Her mouth was practically watering at the thought of what was to come. A heat was traveling down to her core. Already it was getting hard to think straight. But he wanted her to answer the question. 

“I tried to save your sunglasses in the ocean?”

Again, Harry hummed. “I suppose. But I told you to be careful and instead, you got pulled under a wave. I had to go in and rescue you. That doesn’t sound very good now, does it?”

“No sir.” 

“Stop biting your lip, darling. That’s my job.” 

She blushed at the suggestion. 

“Oh!” her face lit up with the new idea. “I listened and helped just now, when we talked about rules, and colors, and stuff.” 

At this, Harry’s hand paused. But only for a second before he restarted his movements and his smile spread wider.

“Yes, that you did, babygirl. That was very, very good. I guess you have earned a taste afterall.” 

YN smiled, but didn’t move.

“Well, go on then, take me out of my shorts and shove me down your pretty little throat until you gag.” 

Harry leaned all the way back so his arms were supporting him and his legs were spread, giving her enough room to jump up and situate herself between them. Sitting on her knees, she didn’t waste any time. Eagerly, she grabbed at the waistband of his shorts and slid them and his briefs down his legs, throwing them onto the floor behind her. 

And it just wasn’t fair how pretty his cock really was. When YN was a little kid and she had first been introduced to the concept of a penis, she really didn’t understand it. And maybe it was a little kid thing, but for years after her first sex education class she truly didn’t understand how people could possibly enjoy the look of a penis. Its shape combined with how they always appeared to be wet made her swear they looked like squid.

Harry’s cock did not look like a squid.

Harry’s cock looked like the Leaning Tower of Pisa. Even at its hardest, it never stood up perfectly straight, but its lean was beautiful. It was full and thick, and the top was the prettiest part. A thick vein ran along the side of it. And even now, when it was still half soft, she couldn’t look away. The slight wetness at the tip shined in a way that mesmerized her. It was perfect. He was perfect. 

“Well stop staring and get to work. That’s what you’re good for, isn’t it? Sucking me off? Come on then,” he encouraged her.

YN spit into the palm of her hand and then spread it around his length. Slowly, she dragged her hand up and down his shaft, watching with awe as it started to perk up more and more. As the circumference grew, her eyes got wider. She had seen his dick last night, but it was already rock hard, standing proud. Watching it go from half chub to full length was really something else. 

“You just gonna touch it, or are you gonna use your mouth? Hm? What did I ask you to do?”

“Taste it.” 

“That’s right. I asked you to taste it. So I expect you to use your fucking mouth for something other than talking about nonsense. Can you manage to do that or do I need to get myself off in the shower again?” 

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned her head down, effectively folding her body in half and curving her back. Immediately she started licking around his head, and smiled a bit when she heard him hiss at the first bit of contact. He tasted good. A little salty - maybe from the precum and maybe from the ocean which hadn’t been fully washed off of him. The skin was smooth and warm and the weight felt nice on her tongue as it continued to grow. It only took a few more moments of giving him proper attention with her mouth for his cock to be fully hard again, effectively stretching her lips wide around him.  

YN’s eyes were closed as she focused all her energy into what she was doing. Every piece of her was focused on pleasuring Harry. She almost didn’t notice when he reached forward, gathering most of her hair at the back of her head and holding onto it tight. He missed one strand, which dangled in front of her face. But she ignored it, focused solely on the task at hand. 

“Deeper,” Harry groaned. “Take me deeper in that throat. Wanna feel you fucking gag on it.” 

YN moaned around his dick, resulting in a small gasp from Harry above her. She bobbed her head a few more times before doing as he requested, taking him deeper. Slowly, she took more of him, breathing through her nose and desperately trying to relax her throat. But it was hard, he was big. Really big. She’d never taken something so big this deep before. 

His grip in her hair became stronger as he started to push her head down a bit more. And honestly, YN enjoyed the feeling of Harry controlling part of her body. She knew she was giving him the pleasure he wanted because he was the one controlling it. So she hummed around his cock again, allowing it to touch the back of her throat and make her gag a bit. 

Harry’s grip loosened, giving her the space to come back up. But she didn’t. Instead she just took another breath through her nose and tried again, going so far as to feel his fine little hairs on the tip of her nose. 

“Oh, fuck me. Darling y’so fucking good at that… shit.” 

She gagged again, this time releasing his cock from her mouth. Her hand took its place, stroking him eagerly while she caught her breath. 

“Such a good girl f’me, hm?”

“Yes sir,” she said, her voice a little more grovelly than usual due to the disruption to her throat. 

“Look so pretty on my cock too,” he said. “Perfect little mouth, made to be stuffed full of my dick.”

YN heard herself whine before she realized she was doing it. 

“Oh you like, huh? Hearing about how I’m using your holes to get off?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“So fucking pathetic. Willing to do whatever I ask, huh?”

She nodded her head. Technically she was supposed to speak, but Harry either didn’t notice or decided to let this one slide. 

“Alright then. Let’s try something else. Lay down on your back with your head over the edge of the bed.” 

YN followed his instruction and arranged herself how he had asked. He stood in front of her, as he finally removed his shirt and threw it on the floor with the rest of his clothes. She was still fully clothed, but she didn’t mind. Any excuse to look at his body was more than welcome. 

Fisting himself slowly, he took a step closer to her. 

“So fucking desperate for it. Such a little cock slut for me,” he teased.

“Yes sir.” 

“Bet you’d even let me spit in your mouth, hm?” 

She nodded.

Harry’s dick whacked her on the cheek, leaving a small wet mark from the precum on his tip.  

“Don’t be a brat. What did I say about words, hm? Thought you were being good for me.”

“I am! I am. Sorry sir I… I am being good. Spit in my mouth, please.” 

He smiled as he leaned over her.

“Such a filthy thing,” teased. “Asking me to spit in your mouth… I could do whatever I wanted to you and I bet you’d still beg for more. Well if you’re gonna ask so nicely.” 

She watched as he moved his mouth a bit, collecting the spit before releasing it. A long string dripped from his mouth into hers, right in the middle of her tongue. YN let out a heavy breath when she could feel it, closing her mouth and swallowing quickly.

“There’s a good girl,” Harry cooed, holding one side of her face in his palm.

Maybe it was the blood rushing to her head, or the excitement for what was happening, but YN felt like she was about to float away into the sky. It would be nice, she thought, to just float along the ocean outside, feeling smiley and soft and warm like she was right now. She sighed, eyes closed and a smile spread across her face.

“What’s your color right now, sweetheart?” Harry asked softly.

“Green, so green.” 

“Good, me too.” He gazed down at her, stroking her skin with his thumb. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, ok? So if you need to tell me something, remember to reach up and tap on me. You remember the numbers for your fingers?”

“One for green, two for yellow, and three for red.” 

“Good girl. I’m going to start now.” 

He gave her ample warning as he took another moment to stroke himself. Without even asking her to, she opened her mouth wide, tongue sticking out. Her eyes were closed but she was clearly ready for what was coming.

When Harry slid his cock into her mouth, he couldn’t hold it together. The sounds he was making were music to YN’s ears. She tried her best to just stay relaxed, cover her teeth with her lips, open up her throat, breathe through her nose. But her mind was so floaty and distant she didn’t feel as though she had much control over things. Harry didn’t seem to be complaining, though, as he continued to thrust his hips in and out of her. 

“Fuck, your mouth is incredible,” he groaned. “Feels so fucking good around me.”

YN couldn’t help but hum around him, blissfully listening to what he was saying. The praise tickled something deep inside of her, and she loved that she was the one to make him feel this way. Not one of the girls she saw him with when they were younger, not his ex that she used to hear him talking about at dinner night after night. Her. YN. She was the one to make him feel so good he was going to explode inside of her. 

Harry leaned forward then, still thrusting his hips. His hands grabbed at her breasts and started massaging them gently. She was wearing a tank top, giving him relatively easy access to slip underneath her shirt, under the cups of her bra, and grab her boobs directly. Without missing a beat he continued to play with them, thumbs stroking over her hardening nipples. She let out another little hum.

“Hm you liked that?” he teased, doing it again. 

She tried to say ‘yes sir’, but with his prick down her throat it came out garbled and incomprehensible. 

Harry laughed. “Fuck you’re so hot. Look so fucking hot laying there for me, mouth open, letting me fuck your face. Shit. Could do this all day but I don’t think I would last.” 

He stood up straight again, pistoning his hips in and out of her mouth. Slowing his pace a bit, he placed his hands on his waist and pushed himself into her throat deeper, letting out a groan at the feeling. 

“Such a filthy little slut,” he said under his breath. ‘Willing to do anything I ask? Letting me fuck your face to get off? Fucking pathetic, honestly.” 

And if the praise earlier was doing something to her, it was nothing compared to the shocks she felt down her spine at his taunting. 

“I bet you’re getting wet right now, just from letting me use you. Just from listening to me call you a damn slut.”

She squeezed her eyes tighter. 

The motion was out of pleasure, but she supposes it could be perceived as pain because Harry slowed down and asked her for a color. She put up one finger. She was green. She was loving it. 

Harry backed away from her, letting his cock fall out of her mouth. She gasped, trying to catch her breath after the way he had been working her. She had drool and spit all around her face now, so naturally she reached to wipe it off. But Harry grabbed her hand before she could.

“No, leave it. Wanna see how much a mess I can make you.” 

He used his leverage to help her sit up on the bed before taking a step back to look at her.

“Already look like such a mess… such a pretty thing,” he muttered to himself. 

In another universe, YN would be blushing at the comment. But after all he had been saying and doing to her, this wasn’t bothering her much. 

He stepped forward then, crashing their lips together for a moment, tongues intertwining before he disconnected them and started attacking her jaw and neck. 

“Wanna… mark you up… so fucking bad,” he mumbled between kisses and licks. 

YN loved the idea of being all marked up by him, but they both knew it would mean breaking rule number one, never letting her brother find out. And considering they would be going to the beach or the pool again tomorrow, there was hardly a spot on her body that he could get away with it. 

His hands rubbed up and down her sides, thumbs brushing at the sides of her breasts lightly before sliding back down to her hips again. His hands slipped beneath the fabric of her shirt and came back up again, bringing the tank top with him and forcing them to break their connection just long enough to get the shirt away. 

Their pace had slowed down a bit, but YN had so much adrenaline coursing through her veins, she just couldn’t let it stay like that. So without breaking their kiss again, she reached for Harry’s hand at her side and moved it down to her center. 

He groaned into her mouth.

“Fuck, darling. Y’such a fucking slut. Want me to finger this little pussy, hm? Take care of my pretty girl? I think I owe you an orgasm still, don’t I?” 

“Yes sir. Please. Want it so bad. Want you.” 

Lightly, Harry rubbed a finger over her core, teasing YN. 

“Such a needy little thing… What do you want, baby? Want my fingers? My mouth? My cock?”

“Yes!” she let out. 

Harry laughed again as his fingers continued applying light pressure to her body. “My pretty little whore, hm? Want anything I’m gonna give you, don’t you?”

“Please!”

“Alright honey. I think you’ve been very good this evening, so I’m going to give you a reward. Gonna fuck you with my cock, what do you think of that?” 

“Yes… Harry… please sir!”

He made quick work of her clothes then, ridding them of any and all barriers to feeling each other. She layed back on the pillows at the head of the bed, legs spread out to make room for him between them, and he leaned over to grab a condom out of his nightstand. 

“You brought those with you?” she asked. There was no one else on the trip that he could possibly be planning on using them with.

Harry shrugged. “Had a good feeling,” he reasoned as he rolled the plastic down his length. 

He crawled over her, using one arm to support himself and kiss her lips again. With his other hand he rubbed between her folds, spreading around her juices up to her clit and leaving circles there.

“So fucking wet for me,” he mumbled into her mouth. 

YN felt his finger tips circling her entrance, and all she could do was whine because it wasn’t enough. 

“More,” she begged.

“More what?”

“More, please. Sir. Harry, please!” 

He didn’t have to finger her for very long, they realized. She was so turned on by everything they had done, she was wet and ready for the main event. Still he indulged in it for a while, curling his fingers up and finding that special spot inside of her. It had only been a day and he was already learning her body so well. 

When neither of them could wait any longer, he reached back to his own dick, spreading her wetness over the condom and stroking himself again. 

“Not sure how long I’m gonna last, to be honest,” he told her. 

“S’ok. Just want you. Please, Harry. Please sir.” 

“Mmm, so good for me,” he praised, leaving a little kiss on her forehead. 

She smiled, but the smile soon broke as he entered her slowly and her mouth hung open. Her breath caught in her throat and she heard a drawn out groan from Harry. When she finally took a breath, he pushed in even further. She was ready for him, but he was still big. She could feel him stretching her out in the most wonderful way. The little sting was good, and was quick to fade. 

When he bottomed out, he leaned forward, resting his forehead at her shoulder. 

“Dammit, babe. You feel so fucking good around me.”

She brought her hands around to his back, stroking lightly at his muscles which she had always wanted to touch and admire in this way. But now that she had the chance there was so much else happening she couldn’t be bothered to pay much attention. 

“Harry, please,” she whined. “Fuck me, please sir.” 

“Shit,” he whispered to himself. “Baby, I’m gonna start gentle, but sometimes I can kind of lose it and go a bit hard. So you gotta tell me if your color changes to yellow or red, ok?”

“Harry, please, just move,” she begged again. 

So he did. He pulled himself almost all the way out before sinking into her again, both of them moaning in unison at the euphoria of the moment. Pleasure spread through her bones as he picked up his pace, his tip nudging against her g spot over and over again. Her fingers, which had been gently stroking up and down Harry’s muscular back, were now digging into his skin. She couldn’t help but grab onto him as her back arched and she gasped at the way he was making her feel.

“Feel so fucking good… shit… babe…” 

“Harry!” she responded, unable to find any other words in the midst of her clouded brain. 

“Tightest little pussy,” he groaned into her ear. “Love this perfect hole… s’like it was made for me…” 

Again she said his name, over and over as his speed picked up. She was so wet that they could both hear the wet noise each time his hips crashed against her ass. 

She could feel it too, how wet she was around him, her arousal leaking out of her and landing in the hair littering the base of his dick. It was messy. She was spreading herself over him, taking him for herself. Each time he rolled his hips into her his skin and the fine hairs of his pubes got wetter and wetter. She was hypersensitive, feeling the wet hair against her skin when their hips met over and over again. 

Harry reached down to rub at her clit, eliciting another moan from YN’s mouth. 

“Listen to that,” he said between grunts. “So fucking wet… such a pretty little slut for me.”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“MY slut, right?”

“Yes sir!”

“Open your mouth,” he said with a deep voice.

She obeyed, opening wide with her tongue sticking out just a bit, only to squeal a bit when she heard and felt his spit landing on her tongue. With one hand still rubbing at her sensitive nub, he brought the other to her mouth. He used it to spread the spit around, pushing it all across her tongue. She could taste herself on his skin from when he had been fingering her, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes as she sucked on him. His fingers pressed down on her tongue, far enough in her mouth to just about make her gag for him. 

“So good for me, look at my little slut, taking what she’s given.”

Harry pulled his fingers out of her mouth and wiped the wetness off onto her cheek. 

YN whined again. Her eyes squeezed closed as she reveled in the feeling. No one had ever fucked her like this before - hard but careful, fast but precise, mean but full of care. She wanted all of it. She wanted to live in this moment forever, feeling him inside of her, and on top of her, and all around her. He was filling all her senses and she loved it more than she thought possible. 

“Feels so good… sir… keep going… don’t stop.”

“Yeah? My cock feels good? Filling up your little hole… fucking you just right?”

His thrusts became harder again, pushing her further and further into the bed beneath her. She could feel her body melting even as the muscles in her abdomen were tightening and burning. Each push of his hips into hers sent her further up the bed, the headboard hitting the wall repeatedly. She was relieved to know that there was a stranger nextdoor and not someone they knew. 

With one hand she was beginning to dig her fingertips into his back, trying her best not to press too hard to leave red marks in the morning.  YN brought her other hand around to his chest. The little hairs between his pecs were soft against her fingertips. His muscles tightened as her touch traveled around, admiring him above her. She smirked a bit as her thumb brushed over one of his nipples. 

He paused then, just for long enough to roll YN’s body over and lift her up by the hips so her ass was in the air for him. Harry groaned as he grabbed her cheeks with his palms, massaging them at first gently before digging his fingers in deep, leaving ten little red spots. Spreading her out so he could have a better view of her core, he groaned loudly, leading YN to giggle a bit. 

“S’not funny,” Harry said with a pout. “Y’just so fucking hot… I mean look at this tight little pussy… dripping wet… little whore for me.”

“Harry,” she whined, missing the feeling of having him inside of her.

“Like I said… little whore… can’t go two minutes without my cock in you,” he taunted. 

But before she could respond he entered her again anyway. This time he didn’t start slow at all, right from the start he was pounding into her, deep and fast and hard. With each thrust she was pushed further up the bed, her head digging into the pillow. The sound of his hips and thighs meeting her ass filled the room, slapping noise ringing out in their ears. 

It was rough, rougher than she had ever taken before. But it felt so much better than she ever could have expected. 

Harry’s hand traveled up her spine, pushing her down further. When he started to speak, she expected more filthy words.

But instead, he asked “Color… baby what’s your color?” 

“Green!” she called out, face still planted into the pillow.

“Thank fuck because I really don’t wanna stop.” 

He curled his body over hers, kissing on her shoulder and neck as he brought his hand around to her front. Finding her clit easily, he started rubbing fast circles in time with his thrusts. 

YN moaned out again, mouth wide open as drool fell onto the pillow below her. The heat in her lower stomach was building up, her muscles getting tighter. She could feel that she was close, her whole body electrified and on high alert. Every sensation was amplified, but the bundle of nerves getting attention from Harry was at the center of it all, lighting a fire inside of each of her bones. 

“Come on, darling,” he murmured in her ear. “Let it go, cum for me, cream on my cock.” 

It was only another moment before she obeyed him, practically screaming his name as she squeezed her eyes and something popped inside of her. His name was the only thing she could focus her mind on, muttering it over and over through her moans and pants. 

She could feel herself squeezing around him before she heard Harry’s high pitched groan as he emptied into the condom inside of her. The thought of him emptying inside of her was almost enough to get her going again. She just wanted to please him the way that he did for her. She wanted to be enough for him, and over and over again over the past 24 hours he had proven to her that she was. 

He kept thrusting, but his movements gradually slowed down until he eventually stilled, body still draped over hers. They collapsed together, breathing aligned as their sweaty bodies stuck together. Harry’s body was heavy but comforting on top of YN as her breathing slowed down. 

“Baby,” Harry whispered, leaving a kiss on the back of YN’s neck. 

YN just gave a contented hum in response. 

“Y’so fucking amazing, shit.” 

They stayed there for a few minutes before Harry peeled himself off of her, rolling over to the side of the bed. He let out a sigh when his head hit the pillow, arms extended outward so one hand was still resting on YN’s back. 

“Harry,” she breathed out, turning her head on the pillow to face him.

His eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at her, soft smile on his face. Leaning down slowly, he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before using his thumb to wipe away some of the spit still resting on her skin. 

“You were so good for me, baby.” 

“Really?”

“The best. Perfect.”

She felt goosebumps rising up over her skin. 

“Will you just… you can say no but… will you hold me?” 

Harry cocked his head to the side before moving his hand to stroke over her hair. 

“Of course I will baby. Let me just get us both cleaned up first.” 

Before she could question what he meant, he was standing up, a soft groan escaping his mouth as he stretched out his muscles. Now that she had the time, she truly could admire his back. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but her whole body still felt a bit like jelly. 

He disappeared into the bathroom and YN closed her eyes. The next thing she knew, he was kneeing himself back onto the bed, warm washcloth in hand. 

“Can you roll over for me darling? Gonna be easier to clean you up on your back.” 

She followed his instruction, eyes still closed. YN felt the washcloth drag across her skin and let out a hiss when it came in contact with her overly sensitive folds. 

“I know, sweetheart. But I want to get you all clean. Just another minute and then we can cuddle for as long as you want, I promise.” 

And Harry kept his promise, crawling back into bed with her. He held her close with her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. His skin was warm and smooth and his arms were strong around her body. When she got cold, he offered her a t shirt of his and snuck them both underneath the covers.

They would have to come up with a reason why they both missed dinner that night. 

MASTERLIST  - PATREON - BBF TAG - PART 2 - PART 4

#yo #writing #bbf

[moonshoon]

when someone caught you two making out

MASTERLIST

>> lee heeseung

you were at their dorm because he had called you earlier and told you to come over because they were having a movie night. of course you were so excited to go there and in less than ten minutes you already arrived

you were preparing to watch the movie, but most of them where just lazing around on the couch and not doing anything

at some point you and heeseung were the only ones left preparing snacks in the kitchen and you could hear the other members calling for the both of you

"we're about to start the movie! come here if you don't want to miss it!"

"and don't forget the snacks, guys!"

heeseung shouted back that you'll be ready in a minute and they should already start the movie

"it's like we're their parents", he said and you just nodded. then he walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were filling up a bowl with caramel popcorn

"give me a kiss, wifey~/husband~", he whispered as he turned you around to place his lips onto yours gently. and soon later you were sitting on the countertop with hee in between your legs. you were making out and he was caressing your thighs when you heard a gasp come from the other side of the room. he quickly pulled away from your lips and looked up at the door, where riki was standing

"i'll have to bleach my eyes now or else i'll always have the picture of hyung literally almost eating you...", riki said while looking at you

"give me the snacks and i'll leave you both alone again"

heeseung quickly took the bowl with the chips and the one with the popcorn and gave them to riki. then he ran away into the living room shouting:

"never send me to get them again! i'm too young to see things like that"

>> park jongseong

it was after one of their concerts when jay came from the stage exhausted. he walked over to you and sat next to you on the couch and leaned his head onto your shoulder to close his eyes and rest a bit. you didn't say anything and just patted his head to calm him down

"can you come with me really quick, babe?", he asked

"sure! what for?"

"just come with me..."

and he was already pulling you along with him

the both of you stopped at the toilet and he pulled you into the room there to push you against the wall and smash his lips onto yours. he was holding your waist tightly, almost with a bruising grip

"what's this for?", you asked as you pulled away from him

"i need a distraction from all of this stress. please just kiss me"

and you kissed him again, wrapping your hands around his neck, feeling the dampness of his hair against your arms. his tongue was caressing yours as he lifted you up to wrap your legs around him

then the door opened suddenly and the both of you jumped apart at the noise

"oopsies, sorry... i didn't mean to interrupt you. i just really need to go to the toilet?", sunoo said awkwardly

"sorry, sunoo. we'll leave", jay apologized and the both of you went back to the other members while feeling very much very cringe

>> sim jaeyun

jake invited you out on a date today since you haven't been anywhere alone in almost two weeks because of his tight schedule. the both of you went out to an ice cream place at the park and took a walk while eating your ice creams. then you went to the store to get some fruits, berries, and drinks to then go to the beach and have a chill picnic there

since it was late autumn and pretty cold already there were almost no people with you at the beach and the both of you could talk about random things without other people listening

after almost an hour of just talking, you decided to make a move and kiss him. it was a very rare occurrence that you actually kissed in private since he always had to be around the members, but today he was free to go alone

"ooh baby, i see where you're going with this~"

he sensually kissed you back, maneuvering you onto his lap and caressing your thigh over the tights you were wearing. the kiss quickly got heated and his hands started travelling around your body until –

"sim jaeyun! how dare you do things like this out in public?!"

heeseung came out yelling from behind one of the bushes next to the beach

"how can you be so careless? there could be paparazzi everywhere and you're out here at the beach making out with your girlfriend/boyfriend? i can't believe it!"

"i'm sorry you're single, okay mom?"

jake snapped back at him grabbing your hand and pulling you away as he saw the others coming out too. he couldn't believe they would walk after him like this and try to stalk him in his free time with his girl/boy

(they went back later and all apologized to jake and hee told him he was just worried for their relationship to be made public and you getting hate for it)

>> park sunghoon

he was out with the members filming an episode of en-o'clock, more specifically the one where they all went ice skating.

in the middle of their break from filming you called him, asking if you could come and see them record. he asked the directors and managers if you were allowed to, and since they said yes, he informed you and in no time, you were there, admiring your boyfriends skating skills while the others were just goofing around.

when they had their second break, he made another round on the ice, then proceeded to skate towards you with full speed just to make a few pirouettes in front of you, then stop and bow down before bending over the ring fence and taking your face with both his hands and pulling you into a kiss.

you were shocked, but still kissed him back lovingly.

"come on, hoon! don't make us feel single and go to a room please..." heeseung said as he tried to make is way over to the exit, the others following with much difficulty, riki even falling once.

"come on hoon, let's go somewhere else." you suggested and pulled him out by his hand.

he quickly took off his skates and put on the slippers that were put on the side for them, then stood up and lead you to the changing room. his hands were on your waist as you both stumbled into the room and he pressed you against the wall after closing the door. soft lips on yours, tongues dancing against each other, you expressed your love and admiration.

until: "AH!"

sunoo stood there, eyes and mouth wide open, staring at the both of you.

"uh... wa-water? water bottle, yes!" he stuttered and quickly made his way to his bag and back out, closing the door. not even a second later he opened the door again, peeking with his head inside "you can continue now."

you hid your face in his chest, flushed red with embarrassment but he just held you close and caressed your back.

"they will be teasing me about this forever now..." he said with a sigh "but why don't we continue this, hm?"

>> kim sunoo

my sun 🌻: come over and watch kdama with me? you: on my way!

and that's how you got here. you were laying next to him with your head on his shoulder, watching some drama you don't remember the name of. sunoo was fangirling about how cute the couple was when they kissed and you just agreed

but not even five seconds later it cut to a scene where the guy was pinning the girl against a wall and literally sucking the soul out of her body.

„you know, you could do that too..." you said quietly

„hm??!" he was shocked, but honestly he wouldn't complain. „you really want me to do that??" (still in disbelief)

and when you just shyly nodded he cupped your face with one hand and pulled you into a kiss. it was very calm and lovely at first but then he swiped his tongue over your bottom lip. you slowly opened your mouth as he let his tongue slide in and explore your mouth. in the meantime you were pulled onto his lap and his hands were on your legs holding on tightly.

„sun- what the FUh?"

you didn't even hear the door opening, and wouldn't have noticed anyone if jay wouldn't have said anything. surprisingly your normally very sweet and shy boyfriend didn't pull away but just continued kissing you passionately, moving his hand around your waist.

„I didn't know sunoo was this freaky..." and then he left.

sunoo pulled away, you both breathing heavily, when he heard the door shut again.

„i should do this more often, what do you think?"

in your trance you could just nod, still not realising his band member literally caught you two making out on his bed.

>> yang jungwon

„my god. i feel so dumb and irresponsible and what else not! i am here sick for the third day and the others are out practicing for our new comeback. look at me just lazing around. honestly disappointing."

sometimes you just couldn't take all the negative comments jungwon made about himself.

„it's okay. you deserve a few days of rest too, even if you are their leader. and plus, you are sick and we don't want you to get even sicker because you couldn't rest properly." you tried to comfort him.

„and you are definitely not a bad leader at all!"

„thank you for all your concern, love. i really don't know what i would do without you by my side"

he leaned over and captured your soft lips in a lovely kiss, caressing your cheek as he expressed his love with the action

„come here baby~" he whispered and pulled you closer, and soon your sweet, innocent little kiss turned into a full blown make out session.

you pulled away as you said „it's your fault if i get sick after this."

„i don't care, let me have your lips right now. that's all the medicine it takes for me to feel better."

and he pulled you back into the kiss again.

„junwonnie we're back and brought you some sna- sorry!"

jake closed the door again quickly and you could both hear him tell the others you were busy while walking away.

the next time jungwon walked out of the room he was bombarded with questions about what was going on in there

>> nishimura riki

this boy.

he called you over to hang out almost two hours ago, just for him to sit in front of his pc with his headphones on, playing fifa with his friends and completely ignoring your presence.

you have tried to make him notice you several times but he just didn't want to focus on his own girlfriend/boyfriend apparently.

„rikiiiiiiiiiiiii" you called out

„hm?"

he was too focused on his dear games to even look back at you for a millisecond

„can we do something else?"

„i'm about to finish, babe. then we can do whatever you want. promise!"

and that's what he said the last four times too.

you set a limit for yourself and decided to wait. if he wouldn't have finished playing in thirty minutes you would leave without hesitating or looking back. you wouldn't care about him calling after you, after he had literally ignored you for two full hours

just as you expected, he didn't show any signs of stopping at all, still shouting at his friends through the headset. you even gave him five extra minutes, but still nothing.

when you got up to leave he still didn't react, but as you walked over to the door and opened it, he turned his head towards you.

„where are you going?"

„home, since you obviously don't care about my presence here..."

as you said that, he quickly removed his headset, almost letting it fall to the ground, and he quickly stood up. he made his way over to you and hugged you.

„please don't leave. i'll pay attention to you now!"

„too late, i'm leaving" and you tried to escape from his hold but he was just too strong. that's when he turned you back around, making you face him and quickly pressed his lips onto yours. his hands moved to your waist, holding you against him tightly.

„love birds! dinner is rea- literally love birds the two of them are..."

his mom just walked out again, not making much of a fuss about seeing her son kiss his girlfriend/boyfriend. but at the dinner table she then turned into a whole ass cop trying to interrogate the both of you on your relationship.

riki was just hiding his face in his palms while you were blushing uncontrollably and never raising your gaze from your hands in your lap.

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen reaction #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jongseong #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen niki #enhypen riki #enhypen fluff #enhypen making out #enhype suggestive

[spooky-bunnys]

can you do another male reader X hikaru Hitachiin? maybe like the reader is an artist and Hikaru finds him doing graffiti in a hidden spot in Ouran? idk where it would go from there but i think itd be neat if he joined in or smth :) (take it however you want im sure whatever you write will be super cool!)

Thank you for the compliment! This was fun to write. You know I tried doing graffiti. It's a lot harder then others make it out to be. Enjoy!

Hikaru Hitachiin x Male Reader

Graffiti Artist

When Hikaru heard about someone graffiting the school he wasn't surprised. He knew people get bored. When they get bored they do something to get unbored. So he wasn't surprised. No what surprised him was how much detail was in it. It was of a forrest. Trees, bushes, and a trail. He had seen some of the graffiti on his way to the club.

He could tell the person who made this was really into art. This type of detail took time and skill. Such skill that he knows took years to have. He remembers asking his mom how she got so good at designing and drawing the clothing she makes. "Time and effort. I've been drawing for as long as I can remember." Drawing never caught either twins attention.

But Hikaru always had an eye for detail. At least that's what his mother always told him. When he heard the graffiti artist hit again he brushed it off again. He had more important things to do. At least that's what he thought until he actually saw it. The graffiti art this time was Koi fish. The way the artist had made them looked like actual koi fish.

When the artist sticked a 3rd time Hikaru was excited to see what was drawing this time. This time the artist had graffitied the wall outside the club room. This time it was a beach with a beautiful sunset. Hikaru could stare at the artwork for hours. He took out his phone and snapped a photo. He should've tooken pictures of the other two.

A week later Hikaru was taking a walk out in the rose garden behind the school. It was peaceful. The only thing you could hear was the sounds of birds chirping and spray paint-wait. Hikaru froze. Spray painting? The graffiti artist! Hikaru hurred towards the noise. He had to know who was the artist. When he arrived he saw what was the most amazing artwork he'd seen yet.

It was of a single rose. The rose was covered in thorns. Ivy surrounded it. It wasn't finished yet but it was already breath taking. He heard a can shaking. When he turned he saw a (height) tall male. With (color) hair and eyes. He was (short/tall) for someone Hikaru's age but....he was breath taking too. He could see how bright the males eyes are.

How happy he looks spray painting. Hikaru released a breath he didn't know he was holding. The males head snapped in Hikaru's direction and he froze. Eyes wide with fear. He'd been caught. The male grabbed the bag that was by the wall and took off. Leaving a can of red spray paint. Hikaru tried calling out to him but the male already disappeared.

Hikaru picked up the can and on the side written in black fancy letters was (N. Last Name). Hikaru nodded his head. He now had a mission but first. Hikaru looked up at the wall. He had a piece to finish. Hikaru shook the can and got to work. Finishing the rose. Looking around once in a while to see if anyone had came out.

Half an hour later Hikaru heard foot steps and froze. He whipped his head around only to see the guy from earlier with a blush on his face as he stared at the wall. "Y-You finished it?" Hikaru nodded with a smile. "Yeah. I'm a pretty big fan of your work. I thought such art didn't deserve to go unfinished. I'm not as good as you, but my mom always told me I had an eye for details."

The guys nodded and looked away and took a deep breath. "Thank you. I'm (Name). (Last Name) (Name.)" He stuck out his hand. Which was covered in green spray paint. Hikaru smiled brightly and grabbed his hand. "Hitachiin Hikaru. Nice to meet you (Last Name)." Hikaru looked at their joined hands and laughed. They were both covered in spray paint. (Name) looked down and join in the laughing.

"We might wanna go and clean ourselves before we're caught." Hikaru nodded. "Yeah. Although I'm kinda screwed. I have club in about an hour and I don't have an extra uniform on me." (Name) looked shyly to the side. "You can have my extra uniform. It's in my locker. It's by the host club room." Hikaru's face lit up. "That's my club!"

(Name) looked surprised before smiling brightly. "I have a close friend in th club! Kyoya!" Hikaru froze. Perfect student Kyoya was friends with the graffiti artist? (Name) knew the look Hikaru was giving him causing him to laugh again. "We're neighbors. He knows about the whole graffiti thing. He's the one who gave me permission to graffiti the wall outside the club room!" Hikaru was even more shocked. Kyoya gave him permission?

"It gave him more customers." Hikaru nodded. That sounds like Kyoya. "Hey you did a good job finishing my piece. We should graffiti together again sometime." Hikaru smiled and nodded. "I'd love to make more art with you." (Name)'s face exploded with heat. Hikaru looked confused before he remembered what he said. "W-Wait! Not like that!" (Name) shook his head and laughed harder and Hikaru joined in.

Maybe in the future (Name) could help Hikaru with the family business. If they're still close by then at least. Hikaru blushed at his thought. Yeah...maybe one day.

#male reader #x male reader #ouran host club x male reader #hikaru hitachiin #hikaru x male reader #ouran host club

[differenteagletragedy]

A lil party with the Step 3 crew

Takes place sometime during Step 3. You, Cove, Terri and Miranda get high with Baxter at his condo. Just a fun little silly little time.

"It appears as though I may have been a bit of a bad influence," Baxter said lazily, staring out and your friend group.

It was quite the understatement.

You, Cove, Terri and Miranda were gathered in the living room of Baxter's condo, and you were all really, really high.

You had been having a beach day, enjoying each other's company as you messed around on the shore, when the two boys in the group found themselves in another pissing contest. They were naming things they had done, sort of "bad boy" things -- it was cute, you thought.

Cove mentioned a night earlier that summer, right after you'd graduated high school and before Baxter had moved in. You were all at Miranda's house when her big brother, Jude, came in, high himself. After a bit of teasing, he'd agreed to let you all try smoking weed under his expert supervision.

When Baxter heard the story, he laughed and revealed that he had a little supply of his own that he'd gotten from one of his connections, just in case he made friends and wanted to have a chill little get together. And that's how the five of you ended up sprawled around his condo, having such an occasion.

"Am I -- like, am I OK?" Cove asked, looking around at everyone nervously. "I feel kind of like my head is about to pop off and float away, is that ... do you guys feel that?"

His anxious eyes met yours, and you grinned, making your hand into a claw and attaching it to the top of his head. "Lemme screw it back on for you, bud," you told him, making squeaky noises and pushing his head down.

It seemed to make him feel a little better, but then Terri gasped at him and started moving her eyes upward.

"Cove, your head!" she exclaimed, clapping a hand to your chest. "Catch it, it's going to hit the ceiling and burst!"

"Stop it!" Cove told her, half joking and half frightened. He put his hands on his ears and tugged them down, just in case.

"Now now, it isn't nice to tease," Baxter chided, smiling.

"Hey B-Man, I gotta ask -- why do you talk like that?" Terri asked, moving her focus over to your newest friend.

"I'm afraid I'm not sure what you mean," he replied in a way that proved he knew exactly what she meant.

"You sound like a ghost that died in this house a hundred years ago and the cleansing ritual isn't working," Miranda, who had quietly been playing with the hem of her shorts until then, cackled.

"Yeah yeah," Terri laughed, excited at the new game. "You sound like a panic at the disco, except instead of a disco it's a Victorian tea party, get it?" She leaned over to Miranda and whispered, "It's got layers."

Baxter argued, "I think I'm a bit more mild-mannered than a 'panic,' wouldn't you say?"

You snorted. Being the one who knew Baxter best, you knew all too well how much of a mess he was.

"Very well," he smirked, taking a break to watch Cove lie down and put a cushion over his face before asking you, "Do you have a comparison you'd like to offer?"

"A zebra in an opium den," you told him, smiling proudly.

His face scrunched up in laughter.

"And what might that mean?"

"Shh, don't question it," you told him, leaning over to sloppily place a finger over his lips to shush him.

His trademark smirk returned, and he playfully nipped at your finger.

You launched into a fit of giggles so intense that you almost didn't hear Cove, muffled by the pillow still over his face, say, "You sound like Oscar Wilde if he was a douchebag."

#olba #our life beginnings and always #cove holden #baxter ward #our life #olba mc #olba cove #olba baxter #olba terri #olba miranda

[diaperliebe]

Dear followers,

I have received several PMs asking when a new story about Honey and Baby will be published. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to write new stories at the moment. In case you don't know all of them yet, I have compiled an overview of the largely fictional stories that have been published so far. Have fun and stay padded!

Beach Vacation

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

In the park

Part 1:

Part 2:

New Friends

Wellness

Part 1:

Part 2:

Part 3:

More Stories

#ab/dl #diaperboy #diapered #mdlbkink #ab/dl lifestyle #windel #windeln

[horrornvnfan]

The First Night

I wrote another Restart Heart Fanfic! This takes place on Day 1 of the game, and is starring my MC, Maria Dust, and Ezra Galverton. If you're interested in my MC in the context of this game, click here. Since some scenes from the game are included, a few lines (spoken and action) are used here. Please check out this game and support the dev, it's really great! @restartheartvn.

————————————————————————

Ezra Galverton was someone you never quite had words for.

He was someone you admired since you met him. Confident and composed, playful yet still so cool. He was always amiable with you, and his fashion sense was killer. You have asked them more than once where he got his earrings and necklaces, and he'd always answer warmly at your enthusiasm.

But there was always something else about Ezra, something you couldn't quite name, in the way he looked at you from time to time.

It mostly made you think of sadness.

In the few months you've known them, that look has tugged at your heart, a gentle pull of concern for Ezra and whatever it is he was feeling. But you weren't true friends. It wasn't your place to intrude or ask. So all you could do was give him your sincerity and friendliness whenever you saw them in the store.

Tonight, though, you learned how considerate Ezra was, treating you, Sammy, and Blaire on this spur of the moment café outing they had planned just to make you feel better after your breakup.

But that's not the only thing you about Ezra learned tonight.

On the beach, as he comforted you over what happened with Kenneth and Sarah, (you were stunned that he even knew, but he explained himself), you realized exactly how intense their stare was.

His eyes held… something unspoken, but strong. Longing? Desire? Despair?

He did say earlier tonight that he was captivated by you, that he liked you. You laughed when he did, sure he was just messing around, but now you weren't certain.

And then you asked him a question. You asked him if he wanted to come back to your place.

You still weren't sure why you did.

You generally had little to no interest in sex, and you usually had a disdain for people touching you in any capacity. Besides your family, Steph and Kenneth were the only people you felt comfortable touching you, who you liked to have touch you. A hug, a hand hold, a cuddle, an arm around your shoulders… a kiss.

But Kenneth revolted you now. Your skin felt stained, burned even, on every inch where he had touched you throughout your relationship. You wanted to feel cleansed of him.

So in a fit of reckless loneliness, you invited a beautiful acquaintance back to your apartment for a one night stand.

Ezra was cool as ever, smoothly accepting your request and walking you home. Your face burned every time you got the nerve to glance at him, excited and embarrassed yet still so deeply unsure. Ezra smiled at you every time your eyes met. He was simultaneously reassuring and cheeky about this.

The walk was too short, and your apartment building loomed in front of the two of you, and suddenly your body felt very cold. Any thrill of rebelliousness that came with all this had all but vanished as you were faced with the very sharp reality of sleeping with Ezra.

Still avoiding his gaze, you led them through the building, up the elevator, and finally to your front door, but all the while, the sudden discomfort in your chest at this only grew worse.

Your apartment door unlocks, and the two of you step inside. You notice that Chris's keys are still gone. "My roommate isn't here, so we should be fine…"

You feel gentle hands slip around your waist, sending a shiver up your spine. Your skin tingles beneath your clothes at the feeling.

"I think it would be fine even if they were here, right?" His head rests on your shoulder, and he smiles at you. You look away from him for a moment. Your mouth feels dry. You don't know what to say. You don't know how to feel about the contact, but it isn't as liberating as you were hoping it'd be.

"Um… my room is down this hall here," you say while trying and failing to sound composed.

Ezra chuckles and pulls off of you for a moment. You're relieved when he does. You aren't upset with him. You're just frustrated that of all times for your discomfort for physical contact to flare up, it's happening now.

As the two of you enter your bedroom, you realize that it's still messy since you forgot to make your bed this morning. Great, another thing to be embarrassed by. Why can't things go your way right now?

You awkwardly try to make your bed when Ezra comes up behind you and leans against you, placing a hand over yours. You glance at them, and they're still smiling at you, relaxed and a bit coy. "We are just gonna mess it up anyways, right?"

His body is pressed against yours. It doesn't feel… bad. But your heart isn't beating faster because you're happy about it.

"Can I kiss you?" He's so pretty when he asks. You can't answer him.

Right now, right in this moment, you're powerfully overwhelmed, by the feeling of touch, by the idea of this going further and having to experience more touch, and by… by everything you had to go through last night and every emotion you've repressed about it.

It's too much for you.

This won't make you feel better.

You carefully pull away, and you try to smile at Ezra despite knowing how nervous you must look. "I'm sorry, I can't do this."

He looks surprised only for a moment before he looks reassuring again, completely unoffended by your rejection. "Of course, I don't want to do anything you're uncomfortable with, okay?"

You're grateful. You step a bit further away, rubbing your arm, and resisting the urge to scratch at your skin. "Thank you…"

He smiles, a hint of levity on his features, and asks "Do you want me to hold you…or?"

"Oh, no," you say, laughing unsteadily at their repeat of their earlier question. "I think I'll just start to cry if you hug me right now."

You know instantly you shouldn't have said that.

His face falls into concern and he takes a short step away from you. You curse yourself, you curse the tears pricking your eyes already, and you curse the shudder that runs through you as you try to hold in your awful, awful feelings.

"I mean," you say quickly, "N-Not to say that that's anything to do with you, because it isn't. You've been very nice to me tonight, and perfectly respectful. I think…" your words crack. "I think I'm much more upset than I realized. I should've known I'd be like this tonight, everything just happened, I don't know why-- I shouldn't have invited you here. That wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry, I--"

"Maria, you have nothing to apologize to me for." Ezra's smooth voice stops your rambling, and you go quiet, focused on fixing your breathing. Ezra leans over slightly, trying to look at your face despite you bowing your head. You realize he's waiting for you to look at him, so begrudgingly, you lift your gaze to meet his imploring eyes. Their face softens when you do. "I'm really sorry that you're going through all of this."

You open your mouth to speak, but finding no words, you close it and turn your head, rubbing away the few tears that leaked from your eyes. Mercifully, it's enough, and you are not crying. You're upset, but not panicking. Your breathing begins to even out.

Seeing that you've calmed down a bit, he stands straighter, his face full of nothing but genuine compassion for you. "Do you want to talk about it?" they ask soothingly, as if they will easily accept whatever you have to say. They sound so thoughtful that you actually feel able to.

"I wouldn't know what to say," you manage, and then you sigh. "…I'm miserable. I'm furious. I feel like a mess. Everything is horrible and I can't even begin to think about what to do about it all. It's all... so much and I don't want any of it."

"Sounds like you have a lot to say," Ezra teases and you chuckle. He steps closer to you; not too close that you're on put back on edge. "Sugar, you're going through something that's bound to effect you deeply, and you're entitled to everything you feel about it. You have the right to process it however you need to."

"I have no idea how I need to process it," you say honestly, because you don't. "My feelings are a mystery to me half the time, you know. Or maybe… it's more like I try to not have feelings because the conflict is just too imposing. If that makes any sense."

"Mm, I get what you mean." Ezra hummed thoughtfully, and then sat down on your bed before patting the blankets beside him, offering you space to join them while still giving you a wide enough berth to not overwhelm you again. You accept his offer and sit beside him, feeling your body deflate with the motion.

There's quiet for a moment, and then you speak again. "…I don't know how I can handle facing everyone again. Especially not…" your voice hardens and trails off.

"Don't waste your worries on that prick," Ezra says with a barely withheld anger. "I'm not about to let your ex start shit with you."

"Kenneth can go fuck himself," you say bluntly, bringing out a startled laugh from Ezra. You continue, "I'm really not concerned about Kenneth right now. I probably should be, but I'm not. I'm concerned about Sarah. About my parents too."

And you had every reason to be worried about your family. Your family and Kenneth's family had so much riding on this wedding, on their ties to each other, and now that it was undone… was there really a way for you to cut ties with Kenneth without cutting ties with your parents? Or with Sarah, who betrayed you, who was pregnant with his baby? You felt like your world was on the verge of collapse, and if you were honest, the only person you felt might understand or be able to help you through it was Steph, who had been all but completely absent from your life for ages now, and--

You shake your head, as if physically dispelling the thoughts; you'd already climbed down from the verge of a panic attack you were on, and you don't need to work yourself up again. You change the subject. "This must be super weird for you, listening to me like this when we don't really know each other."

"We know each other well enough," Ezra said simply, making you quirk your eyebrow. He grins charmingly at you. "You know my favorite chocolate and about my sweet-tooth." You let out a little laugh at that. He's been good at making you laugh tonight. Then, Ezra takes a conspiratorial tone, and says, "And I know your biggest secret."

You sit up straighter, blinking in surprise and taking him completely seriously. "You do?"

Ezra nods solemnly. "You work in a chocolate shop… despite strongly disliking how chocolate tastes."

That one earned him a bigger laugh from you. You'd completely forgotten how you'd mentioned that to him once, offhandedly, probably months ago. He chuckles with you, until you both fall into a comfortable quiet.

Ezra scooted closer to you. "I know that we aren't close. But I'll be here for you whenever you need me, sugar."

You turned to face him better, looking him directly in his eyes, taking in every bit of his sincerity. They… really meant what they were saying. Ezra wasn't the least bit disappointed in you for a single thing that happened tonight. Not your uncharacteristic brazenness in inviting him over, nor your oppressive emotions and sensory overload pushing you to not only reject intimacy with him, but to spill your guts. He wasn't judging you or condemning you. He wasn't only being polite, either. Ezra was telling you that you could rely on him because he honestly cared.

Your heart felt warm, wholeheartedly appreciative. "Thank you, Ezra. Really. That-- All of this means a lot to me."

Ezra winks at you. "Anything for you, sugarcube." They shift, leaning closer to you, and there's the faintest shade of pink on their cheeks. "Do you… think I could give you a hug? Only if you're comfortable with it, I mean."

You consider this. Ezra wasn't your best friend, or your partner, or your family. Touch with Ezra didn't feel natural the way it did with them. But their presence was steadying, and while you were much calmer now, you wanted more of that, even just for a moment. You nod and lean closer, and his arms envelope you in a gentle, comforting embrace. He murmured reassurances and soothingly rubbed your back. You can't remember the last time you were held with tenderness like this. You hold them close in turn and let yourself relax into them. Minutes pass, and you almost find yourself dozing off in Ezra's hold, so you lean back slightly with a yawn.

Ezra chuckles at you as you separate, gently holding your forearms in his hands, still rubbing circles with this thumbs. "We should probably get some sleep now."

"Do you want to leave?" You look them in the eyes. "I know it's late, so you are welcome to spend the night here, if you want."

Ezra thought it over for a moment before smiling down at you. "Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that. Thanks, Maria."

You look him up and down, calculating how to make the best of things for him. "Are you alright with sleeping in your clothes? I don't think I have anything that'll fit you, but…"

"I'm comfortable. I've slept in worse." They pause as they begin to look more intently at you, appraising you. "Do you… mind sharing a bed with me? I can take the couch if you'd prefer."

"I don't mind sharing a bed, it's wide enough for us both. Besides, I don't think you'd fit on my couch, being nine feet tall~" you quip.

Ezra laughs. "I'm twelve feet tall, actually. I thought you knew me better than that, Sugar~"

You both laugh over your silliness. Then, you send Ezra to the bathroom with a spare toothbrush to ready himself for the night, and fix your blankets and pillows so your bed is ready for two people instead of just you. He returns, and you take his place in the bathroom, washing your face, brushing your teeth, and putting on your pajamas.

Once you're ready, you return to the bedroom, where Ezra is already under the covers, scrolling on their phone. Seeing you reenter the room, they shut it off and put it down, smiling at you and reclining to get comfortable. You walk around the bed to your side -- how did Ezra guess which side of the bed you prefer to sleep on and automatically take the other? -- and climb under the covers yourself, snuggling into the blankets and pillows.

"Good night, Ezra."

"Night, sugarcube. Sweet dreams~"

You hum and roll onto your side, away from Ezra, and let your eyes falls shut. As you find yourself drifting further and further into sleep, you feel Ezra's arms wrap around you tenderly as you laid next to each other. In the dark, you couldn't see the light blush that fell upon his cheeks. Just before you finally fell asleep, you felt Ezra pull you closer and bury their face in your neck, and you felt at ease.

You had more words for Ezra Galverton, now. Ezra was a good and kind person, and Ezra was someone you wanted to know truly; and not just what his favorite chocolate was (mint chocolate).

Perhaps, one day, when your heart didn't ache so much, you could consider something more with them. If he ever wanted as much, anyways. But that was something to think of another time.

You had all the time in the world.

#i'm really pleased with how this turned out! i hope it's good. i've had this idea on my mind for a while ;v; #i want ezra and maria to have a good relationship throughout the game regardless of if they date #so them having a heart to heart in this day 1 scene seems very sweet to me! i just wonder if i captured their characters well #restart heart #my post #MC: Maria Fielding #my writing

[moonmoon-ren]

Sweetness, Sand and a Treehouse

An Unexpected Date

!!! this story has a slight/mild NSFW themed part, nothing explicit however !!!

After Sequoia inviting Ren for an informal "dinnerdate" at the beach earlier the two Vieras returned to the Cabin to get dressed for the occassion. Ren was very curious and excited to see what Sequoia was up to. He suddenly had been very acting mysterious, teasy and overall adorable, caring. Sequoia had been like this since he met him back in the Skatay Range though, but it was more intenser now.

Soon the two Vieras found themselves at the table outside, enjoying the food, the warm tropical evening and ... each other's company.

Honestly Ren, the mammets make delicious food! I have never eaten such curious meals in my life before, what did you call it ? a pizza ?

Yes, a pizza. Eorzean cuisine is very strange, but somehow very nourishing.

Aghh Ren, I could live in a place like this, you know ?

You're welcome here Sequoia. I would like it even when you would want to live here.

Ren could not help himself again. Sequoia was so beautiful this evening, he took the time to get ready and dressed. It was so adorable to see. And then when he talks ... Ren could listen hours to him. It was clear that infatuation was taking over.

After finishing their meals, being a large La Noscean Pizza "Island Style", and a very sweet dessert made from the local fruits, the two Vieras talked for a good while again. Mostly Sequoia talking about some small adventures, and how his Woodwarder training went, and some funny jokes, tales and cute gossips about their other friends.

Oh Ren, when Koori and Kaen return with our friends I should mention that Dorian and Faunus are a couple. They found their way to each other.

Really ? Ahwww, but they are perfect together. Faunus really deserves someone as caring and loving as Dorian. And they share a similar passion for nature. So we have two couples in our friendcircle then ?

Hmhmhm. Sequoia nodded mysterious.

Akane and Ash already were together when they came live with the Greenleaf Tribe. Now Dorian and Faunus. This will be fun when they all are here.

It's great to see them together like this. Sequoia's expression got a bit more serious now.

And then we also have Koori and Kaen, the twins. Who seem to not being able to be in a relationship with someone for long. One way or another they struggle with it. Mostly because of jealousy. And Dawn, my brother, choose to live on his own I think.

Ahah. And what about you Sequoia?

What about me ?

Yes. Did you found someone to share your life with?

Sequoia froze where he sat.

Ren ...

Sequoia only spoke Ren's name and then went completely silent, slightly trembling. He stood up and walked away further in the garden. Leaving Ren sitting there at the table. Ren needed a while to gather himself and walk to Sequoia. He found Sequoia standing underneath the Wisterias in the garden.

Sequoia ?

Silence.

Ren stepped a little bit closer.

Sequoia ? Ren asked again with a more softer voice and more concern.

Ren.

What is the matter? Did I say something wrong? Did something happened? I did not mean to sa-

Ren ...

Sequoia was trembling but also smiled at Ren.

The two Viera stared at each other for a moment, until Sequoia broke the silence. He walked to Ren and took Ren's hands in his, and looked Ren in the eyes.

Ren, there is something I want, no, need to tell you.

Sequoia ... Ren stared right into Sequoia's green eyes, he saw a light in them, something he saw a few times before, but never so intense as now.

Ever since I've met you, ever since we became friends. I have a always been feeling this strange feeling in myself. This feeling evolved over time into something bigger I think. When i'm with you now, and then I feel my heart is going to jump out of my chest, I feel like my eyes are fixed onto you and I can't look away, when I touch you I feel like a lightning bolts rages trough my body.

That day, Ren, that day you left with your father and never came back, I wanted to burn the world to find you.

Ren ... I ... Sequoia got interrupted by Ren throwing his arms around him and embracing him very fierce.

"I love you Ren, I always have."

I'm sorry Ren ... I ... if I ... if I ... Sequoia was trembling and nervous.

Ren placed his head sideways on Sequoia's right shoulder, and his right hand on Sequoia left shoulder. He listened to Sequoia's accelerated heartbeat and felt how warm Sequoia's body was. What Ren just heard was magic. He was about to do something. Its time to release the coils of the past.

Ren, say something ... please.

Ren didn't say anything, instead Ren plunged himself onto Sequoia and kissed him. He wrapped his legs around Sequoia's legs because Sequoia was certainly a bit taller then him. Sequoia returned Ren's kiss.

Their lips touching.

Their arms wrapped around each other.

Their bodies hot.

Their heartbeats, uncontrollable.

It was sweet, it was amazing, it was magic.

For how long did we do this dance ? It has always been there and we never aknowledged it. But now we're here. You and me, me and you.

No one knows for how long they shared their first kiss. Nervousness made place for excitement. They stared each other in the eyes, it had been like this since Sequoia shared his feelings for Ren. Neither could turn their gaze from one another. But it was this time Ren who finally broke his silence.

I love you Sequoia. I always have as well. I wanted to tell you so many times and i just couldn't. Because I was afraid.

But now we don't need to be afraid anymore Ren.

Sequoia held Ren as if he was the most precious thing on earth. He leaned in closed and stared into Ren's eyes again, for a moment. Their eyes betrayed their excitement. The light that has been there before changed into fire. Passion. Desire. They both had felt it in their body, the feeling that awakened when they kissed, a longing. For years they have kept the feelings of love from one another, and now its there. Open.

Ren ... I ...

Sequoia's voice sounded more deep, seductive, excited but sensual.

I want you, he whispered while still captivated by Ren's gaze.

Follow me, Ren's voice sounded equally sensual.

!!! Mild NSFW content below - no explicit, only hints !!!

Ren and Sequoia went upstairs to Ren's bedroom where they slowly undressed a little and made moves like cuddling, kisses. Their desire was growing...

What then followed was a night of intense passionate lovemaking. Two lovers who were always meant to be, finally united in the most pure form of love. Entangled into each other's embrace. The night suddenly got very hot, sweaty, and filled with desire, longing and sweetness.

To be continued ? :p

#ffxiv #ffxiv screenshots #ffxiv gpose #ffxiv oc #ffxiv wol #ffxiv viera #male viera #veena viera #final fantasy 14 #viera #friends #crush #teenagecrush #helpihaveacrushonmybestfriend #life #dreams #memories #best friends #bestfriendsbond #SkatayRange #VieraTribe #beginningromance #ffxiv island sanctuary #islandlife #tropicalvibes #eorzeavacation #vieraisland #romancebeach #passion #desire

[forever-rogue]

Instinctively pressing your hands against your lover's cheek as they passionately rave, only for them to stop talking and gape, completely distracted by the lack of distance. + Frankie Morales <3

AN | I hope you enjoy and thank you for being patient. I love one (1) Frankie Morales so much 🥺

Pairing | Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Slight language, mentions of sex

Word Count | 1.7k

Masterlist | Frankie, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It felt like this was the first time in ages you'd gotten him all to yourself. For once there were no obligations, no chores to do, no places to be or people to see. It was Frankie that had suggested the two of you get away to the beach for the weekend. You had been more than eager to go, making sure all of your things were packed and in the car the day before. He’d teased your over-preparedness, but he was just as excited to get away for a bit with just you all to himself. 

“This was an excellent idea,” you grinned as you walked into the little beachside bungalow you had all to yourselves, “and we came at the perfect time. The weather’s beautiful.”

“I know a thing or two,” Frankie came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You leaned into him and turned your head to kiss his cheek, “and I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface of this house.”

“Francisco,” his name left your lips in a small gasp as he laughed warmly before giving you a tight little squeeze, "you might have excellent ideas, mi amor, but first I'd like to go to the beach and swim. The water's gorgeous!"

"You can go ahead honey, I'll stay and unpack," he spun you around so you were facing him, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You knew immediately what this was about, but didn't want to push too much either. He'd never been the most confident in his body and sometimes it got the better of him. But then again, it happened to everybody at times. You were no exception, but no one ever made you feel more beautiful than he did. You wanted to give all that back and more. 

"Will you please go with me?" you asked softly, "it's hot and we'll be in the water. No one's going to pay us any mind. And it's not even crowded…"

"Honey-"

"I know, Frankie. But I also want you to know that I think you're the most handsome man I've ever seen and I love every inch of you," you hand was splayed on his stomach as you leaned in and kissed him softly, "we can go and be each other's confidence, si?"

He studied you for a moment before his hand found your face, swiping his thumb over your cheek. You took advantage of the moment and slowly kissed him. When he pulled back, his eyes were soft but he gave you a small nod, "you always know what to say, huh?"

"I know I love you," you beamed at him, "now, let's go and have some fun in the sun…which reminds me - don't forget the sunscreen!"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The sun was setting and casting a golden glow on the horizon as the two of you sat on the beach. Your skin was still warm from all the sun you’d been soaking up during the afternoon, as you sat on the big blanket with a towel wrapped around your shoulders. Frankie was stoking the fire, attempting to keep it lit in order to be able to roast marshmallows for some s’mores. 

“Come on baby,” you teased as he made a small sound of frustration, “you’ve got this. You lit my fire all the time.”

The spark he managed to get finally stuck and the fire slowly started to crackle merrily. He turned to you with an amused expression before raising an eyebrow, “did you really just say that?”

“It was the first thing that came to mind!” you grinned as he just laughed. His laugh might have been one of your favorite sounds in the world; so deep, so loud, but still so warm. You stuck your tongue at him, “besides it’s true.”

“I know,” he shot you a wink before grabbing the bag of marshmallows. He carefully opened the bag, and pulled out a few of the treats and placed them on the end of the sticks you’d found earlier. You were amused by how into it he was, his brows furrowed, and tongue peeking out between his lips. He held out one of the sticks, watching you with that silly little smile you loved so much, “for my lady.”

“Thank you, mi amor,” you were sitting across the fire from, admiring the way the shadows danced across his face, illuminating his strong nose and jaw. You’d seen him, admired him, loved on him hundreds and thousands of times, but you never got tired of it. He was such a good man, such a good everything, you didn’t think you’d ever get tired of him. 

“You’re staring again,” he teased as your whole face flushed with him at being caught red-handed, “like what you see?”

“Eh, it’s alright,” you lied, pulling your marshmallows out of the fire and quickly slapping them onto the chocolate and graham crackers you had ready and waiting. He scoffed dramatically as you held up the freshly assembled s’more and took a bite out of it, “I really like this. Now this is a good view.”

“Mhmm,” he assembled his s’more before scooting over slightly and motioning for you to join him, “come on, pretty girl. Get over here.”

And just who were you to say no to him? You made your way across the sand and plopped down next to him, spreading your big towel over him. His arm brushed against yours, the warm, golden skin sending sparks throughout your entire body. He smelled of sunscreen and sweat, the scent of the salty ocean clinging to his dark curls. He always reminded you of everything you loved and wanted; he was your home.

The next little bit was spent in comfortable silence as the two of you ate in silence, making several more s’mores to split. When you were satisfied with all the sweets you could handle, you’d shifted into his lap, his hands easily settling on your waist. You leaned in and kissed him, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate and marshmallow that was clinging to him. You could feel him smiling against your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You loved the feeling of his skin on yours, “taste even sweeter than normal, mi amor. The most handsome of all.”

“Now you’re just flattering me,” you could see a bit of dark pink creeping into his cheeks. You pressed your forehead against his before pressing kisses to his cheeks, “you already have me, honey.”

“I know that,” you playfully sighed before swatting at his chest, “but just because you are mine and I am yours, doesn’t mean I shouldn’t remind you of how much I love you, or how sexy you are, how wonderful you are, how funny, how kind. You are everything to me, Francisco, I always want you to know and I will spend every day reminding you of that. I will do-”

During your little speech on just how much you loved him, you hadn’t noticed that Frankie had put his hands on your face and was gently stroking your cheek. Everything that you were going to say suddenly left your mind as you studied his face. How did he manage to get more handsome with every passing day? His face was so close to yours, his lips only inches away. You could just lean in and kiss him. He was yours, just as you were his. 

“Francisco,” he was sure there was no better sound in the world than the way you whispered his name. You leaned in and he met you halfway, as you gently crashed your lips onto his. It was a gentle thing, slower and softer than some of the heated kisses you’d exchanged earlier, but just as lovely. You tried to pour every little bit of love you had for him into the kiss, hoping he knew just how very much you loved him. When you pulled back, you found him smiling at you and he snuck a few more kisses from you, “te amo. 

He seemed bashful suddenly, some pink creeping into his cheeks before he nodded, “I know. Te amo con todo. 

You ran a hand through his wild, unruly curls as he wrapped the warm towel around you. Sometimes it was easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of everyday life and forget about the moments of such sacred intimacy that were so important. There was no one less for you, and there was nothing but him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held tightly onto him, burying your face into the space between his neck and shoulder. He made a small sound in the back of his throat as you pressed some kisses along the soft skin of his shoulder. He hugged you back, held you tightly, as he closed his eyes and decided to soak up the moment. 

“You know what I think we should do?” you asked after a bit of warm, comfortable silence. He pulled back to look at you with a raised eyebrow and a silly little half smirk, motioning for you to go on, “I think we should start on that list of available surfaces.”

“Baby,” he practically groaned as you moved to climb off his lap, holding your hand out to him, “you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Why?” you grabbed the buck of water you’d kept at the ready and quickly put out the fire, which only seemed to stoke the fire within you, “all I want to do is-”

You didn’t get a chance to say anything else because Frankie had taken your hand and started running back into your little bungalow paradise, causing you both to laugh like crazy. As soon as he shut the sliding glass door before you, his hands started immediately roaming your body and reaching for the tie on the back of your bathing suit top. 

“Hey,” you stopped him for a minute, and he looked at you with concerned eyes, “nothing’s wrong, amor. I just…I want you to know how much I love you. It’s not just words.”

“I know, baby,” his whole expression softened, “you are my everything. I love you more than words could ever express.”

“Good,” you whispered as you leaned into him, “now you can fuck me.”

“With pleasure.”

#frankie morales #frankie morales x you #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

[ruru0803]

Playground Rivals: Ken x Fem Reader

Chapter 5

"Barbie, Raquelle and I will take them somewhere. Okay?"

Barbie nods as Y/n motions to the boys.

"This way you can think, they have something to do, and we don't have to listen to anyone whining."

Y/n looks at each of them sternly before smiling.

"Though, I say that with love."

Everyone nods along before Y/n motions for them to follow her, leaving Barbie on the bench by herself. Ken keeps looking behind him at her, seeing how far he can go but stops when Y/n turns his face to look forward.

"Don't go far."

"Okay!"

The dolls round the corner. Y/n sighs and looks at her sister, who was already looking at her.

"We aren't gonna listen are we?"

"Nope."

Y/n sighs again as Raquelle starts to lead the boys farther and farther away.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

"Why are we back at the beach?"

Raquelle looks around the beach with a confused look on her face. All the other dolls look at each other and shrug as if to say "What's she doing?"

Y/n watches her sister's face light up, she follows her eyes to see what had her attention. It was the guy from earlier. She looked at the other boys only to find Ken smirking back at her and Ryan looking completely lost.

The dolls watch Raquelle walk up to the guy and talk to him. After a while the two walk back towards the others before Raquelle motions for everyone to follow her.

"What's this?"

Raquelle walks past her twin; the guy nervously follows after her eyeing Ryan as he goes. Ryan glares at the boy's back walking after them.

"Raquelle! Who is this guy?!"

Y/n shakes her head at the scene. Ken reaches for her hand while watching the others, Y/n smiles when she notices and she intertwines her hand with Ken's and pulls him along.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Barbie exhales trying to get her thoughts going.

She opens her eyes and starts to look around hoping to find something that could help her find this girl.

She watched a bunch of cars drive past and seen a lot of people walking by but saw nothing that could help her.

She stands up and walks around in a circle before sitting down again.

She really needed this to work, she closed her eyes again and started to think of a memory.

-

"You look stressed Barbie."

Barbie turned around to find her friend walking to her with a tray of cookies in hand. Barbie scratches her cheek before looking back at the riddle one of the other Barbies gave her.

"Hehe yeah, um Barbie gave me a riddle. It's supposed to lead to a surprise the Barbies are planning but I have to find all the clues to find the real location."

"Oh that sounds fun."

Barbie shrugged, she wasn't much of a puzzle person. Y/n smiles at Barbie and offers her a cookie.

"Do you think I could help?"

Barbie smiles at the doll.

"Sure."

Y/n took the riddle from Barbie excited to help out. Every now and then Ryan would give her tiny hints whenever he stole her stuff and hid it somewhere.

"What five letter word can be read the same way upside down?"

Barbie taps her chin in deep thought and Y/n looks around not really looking for anything particular it was a small habit, she smiled when the answer came to her.

"Is this the first one?"

"The third."

"Well the next clue is at the beach."

Barbie looks thoughtful about her answer.

"Swims?"

Y/n nods her head at the blonde beside her, Barbie's eyes lit up and she pulled the girl into a hug.

"You're a genius. Come on."

Barbie then pulls the doll into the direction of her car so that they could head to the beach.

-

Barbie smiled at the memory, maybe that was the key to finding the girl.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

"Hey Blaine. How's it going?"

Blaine was the guy that Raquelle was hanging out with. He had learned that the others had never seen a movie with moving pictures before; it totally confused him about what they meant by that; he decided to bring them to his favorite movie theater.

"I'm doing pretty good."

The girl smiled at him and then sent Raquelle a friendly smile which kinda threw her off.

"Who's this?"

"I'm Raquelle."

Blaine smiles at Raquelle before handing some money over to the cashier. He had used to work there before and visited there a lot so he knew how much things were.

He had agreed to get everyone drinks and food but the movies are expensive so he told the others that they would have to find a way in.

"I got an idea."

Y/n shook her head, she already knew what he was going to do but Ken looked at Ryan in wonder.

Ryan put on his best smoldering look and walked up to the girl as Blaine and Raquelle waited for the food.

"Hey."

The girl looked unimpressed and just looked down at her computer system.

"What movie are you trying to see?"

"The same one as them."

Ryan points to the other two who were now getting food handed to them.

"Tickets for three please."

The girl types in her system before looking up.

"That'll be $40.56 please."

Ryan frowns.

"I don't have any money."

"That's too bad. Next person please."

Ryan gave her a desperate look.

"C'mon please, isn't there anything I could do to get me and my friends in there."

The girl shook her head, an apologetic look filled her eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"Please."

Y/n sighed as everyone started to look in the direction of her brother, she quickly walked up to him and pulled him away from the register.

She looked around, trying to think of something when her eyes landed on a poster with Ken's face on it? No, not Ken. A Ryan Gosling?

She motioned for Ken to come to her and he does so. She takes his face in her hands and moves her eyes back and forth between him and the guy on the poster.

She waits for the other people in line to finish grabbing their tickets and pulls of Ken's hat then ruffles his hair.

The girl at the countertop eyes lit up when she saw him.

"Oh my... I'm a big fan of yours."

Ken just smiles not knowing what to say.

"Hi. We're friends of Ryan. We had talked to your manager not too long ago and he said it was okay for us to go in."

Clearly starstrucked the girl just nods along, letting the trio through without checking. They meet up with Raquelle and Blaine and make their way to their seats.

Y/n places Ken's hat back on his head then kisses his cheek. She was happy her plan worked but she did feel bad about lying to that girl.

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

"Raquelle, I wanna show you something. It's a place really special to me."

Raquelle smiles at Blaine, intertwining their fingers.

"Okay."

Ryan quickly breaks their hands apart and puts his arms around both people, receiving a glare from his twin.

"Nope, I'm coming too."

"Really, Ryan."

Ryan sends the brunette a cocky grin.

"Yep."

"What about Y/n and Ken?"

Usually Raquelle would do anything for her little sibling to get alone time with Ken but she really wanted to be alone with Blaine right now.

Ryan turns to look in the direction of his other sister and then back to Raquelle and then back to her. He was clearly torn.

He bit his lip in thought before walking back to Ken and giving his shoulder a hard squeeze.

"I trust him to look after Y/n."

Raquelle's face fell at that so Y/n decided to enter the conversation.

"I mean what if someone starts causing trouble with me and Ken. You know I can be pretty passive sometimes."

"That's what Ken's there for."

"But-"

Ryan shakes his head and walks to Raquelle.

"You'll be find, I know Ken. He wouldn't let anything happen to you."

He puts his arms around Blaine and Raquelle and walks away.

Ken grabbed Y/n's hand and pulled her in the other direction, taking her around that part of the city. He didn't know where he was going but he sure acted like he did.

"Excuse me sir."

A guy stopped Ken, easily getting his attention. Ken nodded at the man as he walked past before turning to the (h/c) doll behind him and smiled.

"Did you see that?"

Y/n smiled at him, she was happy to see him having a good time in this nice but messed up world.

"I did."

The two walk pass the Century City Center and just talk about any and everything they've experienced in the past week in Barbieland, venting about times they were annoyed, talking about times where they were happy, leaving out some parts where they were not so happy or embarrassed.

The two of them watched as a man walked out of the building wearing a fluffy fur coat. Which both Y/n and Ken admired on him.

Another guy waved at and congratulated Ken which earned him a happy smile from the doll.

The two walk by a gym watching two of the men walk out and fist bump each other. Ken turned to Y/n wanting to do the same so the doll decided to entertain him on his little quip.

He pulls her inside the gym and their noses are instantly filled with the smell of sweat and musk. They watch as a couple of men take turns punching punching bags, some lifting different types of weights and others on a running machine.

When they came out Y/n noticed how Ken started walking differently. She was kind of concerned.

"Ken? Babe, what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Just walking."

"Yeah but...you don't walk like that."

Ken just sends her a playful smile and shrugs off her comment.

Ken stops walking after a while to watch a car drive by, his eyes started to shine at the sight of it.

His eyes got even brighter when he watched the police men riding one of his favorite animals, the horse. He patted Y/n's arm, jumping up and down at the sight of them.

He then grabs the doll's hand and goes inside of another building. The two watched as the men below were having a meeting, Ken crossed his arms and started acting like one of them. Normally Y/n would laugh whenever he did his imitation but part of her couldn't shake the feeling that this was bad somehow especially because the guy Ken was imitating had disrespected a woman in front of his group.

Y/n had gone to the restroom to wash her face. She was getting a sick feeling from the whole experience but she couldn't quite pin point what it was.

She panicked after she walked out when she didn't see Ken anywhere. She ran around the building looking for him before she ended up bumping into him at the door. He had the biggest smile on his face.

"Oh my god."

She pulled Ken into the tightest hug shocking him but also making him melt.

"Don't do that again."

Ken giggles.

"I was only upstairs."

"I don't care."

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Barbie sat at the bus stop with her eyes closed. The world went quiet and suddenly she could see the swing of a child's foot. Next she saw the child braiding someone's hair.

She took that moment to focus on what the memories were showing her. It was a little girl doing a hand shake with someone but she couldn't see who. The next few memories were flashes, her and someone eating ice cream, then she was playing dolls with who Barbie assumed is her mother, next she ran into her mother's arms and then the next she was sad and started to push her mother away. The girl was now throwing her toys away, her mother keeping one, the girl kept pushing her mother away at this point they didn't seem as close.

Barbie opened her eyes, all those memories, they were intense. She felt a tear running down her face.

"That felt achy but good."

Barbie looked up watching her surroundings, she watched as a family had a picnic on one side while another family played in a park together, One mom pushed a bike down the road while her two daughters followed her, she watched as a couple argued with each other, how the trees blew in the wind, she watched as two men laughed with each other causing her to laugh along even though she had no idea what they were laughing about, she watched as a man looked upset with himself. She wondered if anyone ever looked like that in Barbieland, everything was different, everything felt different.

She looked beside her finding an older woman sitting not too far away from her. The woman looked back up at her and Barbie couldn't help but smile at the woman.

"You're so beautiful."

"I know it."

The two took a moment to admire the beauty of the other. This is what it felt like to be real.

Barbie's eyes widened when she saw Ryan walking back sulking.

"Hey Ryan, what's wrong? Where are the others?"

Ryan sighs passing the lady to sit next to Barbie, sinking down on the bench.

"I've been ditched Barbie. My own family turned against me."

Barbie chuckles as Ryan whines dramatically.

"You're still sulking about."

Raquelle walks up to them now without the guy she ran away with.

"I can't believe you just ditched me."

"I hardly ditched you."

Ryan just looked at the brunette in disbelief.

"You literally told a girl, 'what you met my brother Ryan,' and left without another word. If that's not ditching, I don't know what is."

"Barbie! Barbie!"

The trio turned their attention to the yelling blonde as he runs at them full speed, Y/n following close behind him.

"Yes!!"

Barbie smiles widely at the appearance of the two.

"I got it!"

"I got it!"

The siblings all looked at Ken, confused about what he 'had.' Ken looks all bashful when he notices everyone's eyes on him.

"Oh, what do you got?"

"You go first."

Barbie was also interested in what he had to say. She gave him a big smile.

"No, no, you go."

"We'll go at the same time."

Ken giggles excitedly and Barbie does the same.

"Okay."

The two yell at the top of their lungs gleefully.

"She's at school."

"Men rule the world!"

The siblings eyes widened and their jaws dropped to the floor. What did he say?

Barbie's face scrunched up in confusion and Ken got nervous at the looks he was getting.

"What was that?"

"Ken?"

"The kid's at school?"

He brushed off both of his friends' concern.

"But what did you say?"

Ken just shook his head putting on a smile.

"Nothing."

Barbie just shrugs it off.

"Okay."

"Well, let's go to the school."

"Okay!!"

Barbie was super excited to meet the girl, Ken laughs along with her walking her away from the other dolls who all looked at him in shock.

"Is he okay?"

Y/n looked at the twins as they studied her face.

"What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? You were with him all day."

"That's supposed to mean I should know what's going on with him?"

The two dolls gave him a blank stare.

"Yes!!"

"Yes."

Raquelle shakes her head in disappointment.

"You're basically in a relationship, how could you not know what's going on in his head."

"We're not in a relationship."

"Could have fooled us."

The trio bicker as Ken and Barbie lead them in the direction of the school.

#barbie #barbie 2023 #camila mendes #ken x reader #ken x you #margot robbie #nick jonas #raquelle barbie #ryan barbie #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #ken x female reader #Spotify

[kimbappykidding]

Part One Here

Many drinks after you’d left with Jeonghan, a pretty drunk Yuta was on his way home with his members and some doubt had crept into his stone-cold resolve from earlier. "I just don't understand why she's pushing me away like this" Yuta said "I know she wants me but she keeps me at arm's length". "Well have you asked her?" Doyoung asked and Yuta paused "what?". "Have you asked her why she's so unsure of you? Maybe you've done something without realising?". "You can be quite intense" Johnny admitted and Yuta shook his head "no she's the most confident woman I've ever known! There's no way she's cautious, she's just playing with me but I'm going to get her to crack". The guys shrugged figuring they'd leave this up to Yuta and he began crafting the perfect plan. 

Yuta decided to go back to basics with something tried and tested, so he started running topless down the beach again. He spotted you one morning and you were alone reading. He came over and sank into the sand beside you, looking over your shoulder "good book?". You closed it and looked at him "yeah but I don't know why that concerns you". Yuta laughed "someone's feeling feisty today". You smiled "how's the run?". "Invigorating" Yuta said putting his arms behind his head, flexing his abs. "I love the energy and adrenaline but then again you knew I was into all that right?". You looked at him "really you get that pumped up pretending to run when you see I'm here? Your move of running through the waves to pretend you’re sweaty is a good touch". Yuta froze and you smiled making him laugh. "Okay you got me but can you blame me for wanting to see you?". You shrugged and laid back down going back to your book. Yuta didn't get up though, he laid down in the sand and watched you on his side. He stole your water bottle and drank some water while you side-eyed him. "Want some?" he asked gesturing for you to come close but you shook your head "nope, I'm not as thirsty as you". Yuta smiled and came to hover over you "see but I know you are" and he trailed a hand up your leg aiming for your lips when a ball hit him in the head. 

You both jumped and shot up to find a couple staring horrified. "We're so sorry! Our dog got overly excited" they explained as a labrador leapt onto you both trying to retrieve said ball. You shrieked and Yuta went to move the dog away from you when he realised you were laughing.  "It's okay" he smiled at the couple and you continued laughing as you stroked the dog. "They're gorgeous, what's their name?" you asked and the couple told you she was called Shiva. Shiva sniffed you and Yuta for a while before moving on. Yuta saw the smile on your face and laughed "you look so cute right now". You looked at him and then blushed "who sees a dog and doesn't smile?". Yuta nodded "I agree but it's still cute, fancy grabbing an ice cream with me?". You paused, caught off guard by the change in conversation before nodding "okay" and you headed off down the beach together. Yuta insisted on paying for both of yours and the man selling them gave you a cherry on top saying "something extra for the young couple". Before you could correct him Yuta put an arm around you and pulled you closer "thank you, we're very happy together" and pressed a kiss to your cheek. When you were out of sight you pushed him and Yuta laughed "what? If we didn't play along we might not have gotten the cherry for free". You shook your head "I'm sure that was the main motivator" and Yuta smiled. 

"Want to walk down the beach to see some dogs?" Yuta asked and shot him a look, wondering how he'd get some flirting in this. He sensed this and raised his hands "it's just a beautiful day and I think a walk might be nice. I promise not to do anything". You raised an eyebrow at him but nodded and the two of you set off together. There was silence for a few seconds before Yuta broke it with a question you weren't expecting. "So you like dogs huh?" he asked and you nodded "I love them. Had them as a child but since becoming an idol I haven't had the time for one". Yuta nodded "I get that" and you turned to him "what about you? Big fan of dogs?". He nodded "I've never had one but I love them. I've always wanted a dog the way people want kids but those never interested me" he chuckled. You smiled because Yuta wasn't doing anything to overtly make you attracted to him but that sentence would do it. 

You carried on just chatting casually about lots of different things and it was nice and comfortable...which worried you. Typically with you and Yuta it was all flirting and physical attraction but here you were just talking and not trying to sleep with one another! This was starting to feel less like a fling and more like a date which was something you didn't do. When you and Jeonghan broke up it really affected you. It was definitely for the best and you'd remained good friends but you created a rule not to get attached to other idols. Flings were okay but nothing more. However Yuta was challenging that. You'd initially only pursued it to prove him wrong but now you weren't sure what was going on. You were attracted to him and wanted him but you were always on guard with him, trying to prove a point and keep your guard up. You felt like you always had to be mean to him to keep him at arm's length which wasn’t you. You weren't yourself and did even know what game you were playing anymore. 

"You okay?" Yuta asked noticing your mind had wandered somewhere and you blinked. "Yeah I'm fine" you nodded to him "I just remembered I'm supposed to meet Sana for something". Yuta nodded "okay no problem" and he smiled so sweetly it made your heart speed up rapidly. "Thanks for the ice cream" you said and were heading away when Yuta called after you "Y/n I meant to say, it's Mark's birthday in a few weeks and we're having a party. I thought I'd invite you and the girls if you'd like to come? There will be a few other idols there and the food is going to be amazing". You instinctively wanted to spend more time with Yuta so nodded, ignoring the part of your brain telling you to claim you were busy. "That sounds good, why don't you text me the details?" you asked and Yuta's eyes widened. "Yeah? Okay I will" and he beamed at you "later Y/n" and he rushed away, actually jogging down the beach for once. You watched him go with a smile before feeling guilty. 

That feeling persisted but by the time you got home you managed to convince yourself it wasn’t all bad. One cute interaction didn't mean you and Yuta were dating or anything. This didn't have to change anything. You were sure once you and Yuta were in a party environment things would go right back to how they were before. All physical and no substance. 

When you told the girls about the invitation Nayeon smiled "so even though Mark's invited us I guess we should thank you for the invitation?" she asked. You shook your head but Jeongyeon smiled "oh come on y/n we know this is all an excuse so Yuta can get you near his bedroom again". You smiled and pretended you weren't nervous about seeing Yuta again even though you were. You went along with your members, taking their suggestion to wear something Yuta would like and got ready for the party still acting like the confident seductress character you'd been playing with Yuta with. If you acted like this was all physical surely everything would follow suit...right?

When you saw Yuta you realised you'd been worried for nothing. This was definitely a sexier more shallow environment and anything that happened here would be just that. It wouldn't have to be anything more. So you viewed this as an opportunity to establish this was just a physical relationship and waited for Yuta to find you, it didn’t take long. "You look absolutely delicious" Yuta said appearing and you blinked "you're not wearing any shirt". He smiled "it's fancy dress and I decided to go as that jerk who walks around shirtless, what do you think can I pull it off?" he asked gesturing to his tones tanned chest. You wanted to scream yes but just shrugged "maybe". Yuta smirked "how about a drink". You knew with your emotional state drinks wouldn't help but you said yes anyway.

Shortly after you’d gotten your drink, Mark was going around for some photos and he asked for one of the group you were in. You and Yuta were together together in it and had to move in closer. Yuta didn't miss the chance to put his arm on your lower back and moved it slowly down as people asked for more photos or joined in. You glanced at Yuta and he was smirking so tried not to react. 

After that you took a seat at a table with a few other people when the photographer found you again. You all leaned in together for the photo posing. Remembering what he did earlier, you placed your hand on Yuta's thigh and gently ran your fingers down it. Yuta tensed and looked at you but you didn't even look at him just focusing on the camera. Once the photo was done everyone stayed where they were and you did too. Yuta leaned in close and whispered "lost something in my lap huh?". "I was going to ask the same thing about your hand on my ass". You smiled and went to move your hand when Yuta put his own on top of it stopping you. He held your hand against his thigh and carried on chatting to the others like nothing had happened. 

After several drinks, Yuta asked you to dance and you said yes. It didn't take long for the dancing to become close and intimate...or for Yuta to kiss you or for you to kiss him back. He asked if you wanted to go upstairs and you nodded, ignoring the voice in your head telling you this wasn't just a fling and you actually liked the guy. To try and distract yourself from those feelings you kissed Yuta the second he closed the door and tried to speed things along. Yuta noticed and laughed "no chase tonight?". Yuta had no idea what was going on so unknowingly said the worst thing possible. He leaned over you with a smile and whispered "what, have I finally caught you? Got you to admit you like me? You’re not catching feelings are you Y/n?". It was too much and you froze going all tense and nervous. Yuta noticed and looking down at your face immediately stopping "Y/n?". Everything was just catching up to you and you felt overwhelmed. "Are you okay?" Yuta asked and you nodded "I just need a second" and Yuta nodded "of course" and got off you. He opened a window and then came to sit across from you. 

"What happened?" he asked "did I...". "No it wasn't you...at least it wasn't your fault" you admitted "it's just this situation. Why do you want me?" you asked "you seem like the type to like a chase but is that the only reason we're both here?". Yuta sighed "honestly I don't know why we're here..." making you laugh at his honesty. "I mean of course you're beautiful and hot and sexy but in answer to what I want from you, I suppose I don't have an answer. All I know is you captured my attention from our first meeting and haven't given it back since...so really it's all your fault". You laughed again shaking your head and Yuta took that as a good sign. "Now my turn, why have you been rebutting me so much? If I'm not mistaken you enjoy this with me and very much enjoyed our night together". "Says who?" you asked and Yuta smirked "says me, I heard the way you called my name, saw the way you looked at me and felt the way you grabbed me. I know you enjoyed it as much as me. So I can't work out why you've been giving me the runaround. At first I just thought it was some fun but now I'm thinking it might be a deterrent...y/n is there someone else? If you need me out of the way so you and Jeonghan...". "It's not Jeonghan" you said and he nodded "well would you like me to stop is my question. If my feelings are unrequited I will never bother you again". You hesitated and Yuta continued "or if I have offended you in any way". "Your feelings aren't unrequited and I guess that's the problem amongst other things" you admitted "see after Jeonghan I promised I would never date again and just have flings. So when you came along all tanned and gorgeous I was happy about that but then I got in my head about our first meeting and how you called me a princess. I've heard that so many times in my career. So many guys have this idea of me and think I'm some subservient naive little girl but I'm not. I'm strong and smart and have my own mind. This cute youthful look I present is my stage character and nothing more...but I constantly feel like I have to prove that to men". 

Yuta was stunned and didn't know what to say for a few seconds. "Y/n I'm so sorry" he said and you shook your head "I know you didn't mean it to hurt me but answer me honestly...you expected me to be different, didn't you? To be more naive and innocent". Yuta nodded his head "based on your appearance yes but then when I found out your true personality that's what kept me coming back". You shook your head "that's the thing I don't even know what my true personality is. I'm either cute for the cameras or overly strong and cold when they're off to combat everyone thinking I'm a child...I'm so tired of it. Even with you I was holding back because I didn't want to admit I like you and it's all just a big mess!" you cried.You drew your knees up into your body and buried your face against them. Yuta could see you shaking slightly and hugged you, staying with you while you got rode out your emotions. 

Once you'd stopped crying Yuta spoke. "Y/n I never want you to do anything that stresses you out or makes you uncomfortable and I'm so sorry I made you feel that way". "It's okay" you said and Yuta gently touched your arm "I know you're a strong impressive person and no matter first impressions I want you to know I like and respect you". You almost cried again hearing him say that and nodded "that's nice to hear". "I also want to say that I like you, a lot and I don't want to hurt you in any way. I've enjoyed this game with you but I also really like the real moments. After that day on the beach I couldn't stop smiling and the guys all commented on how happy I seemed. I'd love to have something more regular with you but if you're not ready then that's totally okay". "It is?" you asked "I thought you'd be angry I messed you around". "Not at all" Yuta said and you paused "I don't know what I want, my head hurts" and Yuta nodded "that's okay too, you can have a think about it and let me know, yeah?". You sighed "you're such a good guy, thank you Yuta". "No worries" he said and asked if you wanted a hug. You said you did and he gently held you for a few minutes before letting you go. You both got re-dressed and then went back downstairs together. You found Tzuyu and asked her to drive you home and looking at your face she agreed, sceptically assessing Yuta but you quickly told her he hadn’t done anything. You left with a small wave to Yuta and he watched you go with mixed feelings of hope and sadness. He had no idea if he'd ever see you again.  

1 month later and quite a bit had changed. You went home and decided you needed to work out how to be your authentic self and had a meeting with your manager. You told them you wanted to stop being the cute girl and wanted a more mature look. They listened to you and agreed to adapt, letting you dress more authentically and tonight was the first night you'd be showing your rebrand and honestly it felt as if you were debuting all over again but this time as yourself. 

You were in the wings of the stage with your girls and they all knew you were nervous and were being extra protective of you. "You okay?" Nayeon asked before you went out and you nodded. Dahyun who was next to you squeezed your hand and you smiled at them all "really, thanks to all of you I am". You had no idea what the new version of you would be but knew they'd help you figure it out. "You look amazing" Jeongyeon said and Chaeyoung nodded "so good y/n!" and you smiled.You were in jeans and a crop top and hadn't felt this normally performing...ever. Your hair free of its ponytails and cut a little shorter. Your members also knew there was another reason why you were nervous...Yuta was here. You hadn't spoken since that night. You sent him one text saying you needed to figure yourself out for a while and he'd texted back telling you that was fine. You now felt more comfortable as yourself but had no idea if Yuta was even an option. You'd been avoiding him for that reason, fearing the rejection but that wasn't an option anymore as you were called onto stage and into the spotlight. 

Yuta figured you were done and he was over you...but when he saw you walk out on stage he sat up straight. Your cute look was apparently in retirement and you looked amazing. This looked more like you and he loved it. Some of his members noticed him perk up and smirked at one another but they were happy really. Yuta hadn't told them what you'd said but they knew he was worried about you. He was so relieved to see you looking healthy and happy. No matter what happened between you that was the most important thing.

The performance went well and you enjoyed yourself. You came off stage buzzing and joined all the members for a hug. Later as you were walking back to your dressing room you passed NCT 127 who were heading from theirs. Taeyong immediately saw you and turned to tell Yuta. He knew Yuta wasn't over you no matter what he said so wanted something to happen so, at the very least, Yuta could get some closure. You spotted all of this and Nayeon grabbed your hand ready to march right past them but you paused. Seeing Yuta actually made you happy. Sure your heart was going crazy and you felt like you might pass out but not in a bad way, you were pleased to see him and so you patted her arm telling her it was okay and approached Yuta. “Hi” you said and Yuta smiled at you “hi”. Both your groups paused before moving away, Twice telling you they’d be in the dressing room and Taeyong telling Yuta they’d be in their seats. You both nodded and watched them walk away.

"So you looked really great out there" Yuta said and you smiled "thanks...it felt really good". "The pigtails are gone" he said and you nodded "yeah and hopefully they're not coming back". Yuta smiled "I'm pleased for you, you look happy". You shrugged "I wasn't unhappy before just...restricted but now I feel less so". Yuta nodded and you carried on "I want to thank you for giving me time to figure things out. You never pressured me or made me feel uncomfortable”. Yuta shrugged “of course, I care about you Y/n”. You blushed “that’s really nice to hear. I still care about you a lot and have given this much thought. I used to always trust my instincts but after Jeonghan I didn’t think I could...I thought my head was more reliable but I don’t want to live that way. I want to trust my heart again and if you still want me...I’d like to be with you”.  Yuta grinned “yes” he said without even hesitating and you laughed “that was reassuringly quick”. Yuta shrugged “ I was drawn to you for a reason and I'm not questioning it. The more I'm with the more it makes sense and I can't wait to meet more of you. Also I love how vulnerable you’ve been with me and want to thank you...and tell you I think it’s really brave and hot”. “Hot?” you asked and Yuta nodded “of course! Bravery is so hot” and you blushed. "This is when I should respond with something cool but honestly? I just want to kiss you". Yuta grinned "then what are we waiting for?" and kissed you.

The kiss had the same intensity as before but there was also a tenderness and understanding there. You felt safe and trusted Yuta completely this time. Even the way he ran his hands down your body so carefully made you sure you'd made the right decision. The two of you ended up pressed up against a wall, completely oblivious of where you were. Until someone reminded you.

"Y/n?" someone asked and you opened your eyes to see Jeonghan watching you. "Jeonghan" you said and felt Yuta stand up taller when he heard that name. "We were just...forgetting we were in a public place" you laughed. Yuta was relieved to see you smile and lock eyes with him. You didn't seem to have any feelings for Jeonghan but still he wrapped an arm around you. "I think he can understand why anyone with you would" he said making you blush. Jeonghan smiled "I'm glad you worked everything out but maybe postpone it for after the show?". "We will" you said surprising Yuta but he beamed nonetheless. Jeonghan said goodbye and you watched him go. "So after the show, would you like to get a drink?" you asked "I think it's about time i buy you one". Yuta smiled "it's a date".

#yuta #yuta imagine #yuta x reader #yuta fic #yuta x female reader #nct #nct imagine #nct x reader #nct x female reader #yuta x you #nct x you #nuta nct #nct yuta #nct127 yuta #yuta nct127 #nct127 #doyoung #johnnys #mark #taeyong #nct127 x reader #nct127 fic #nct127 imagine #nct127 x female reader #jeonghan #nayeon #dahyun #tzuyu #chaeyoung #jeongyeon

[plaindangan]

Kinktober - Day 8

Sorry for missing yesterday, will try and see if D9 can be done today as well.

Kinktober - Day 8 

Breeding.

Some people meet their true love by making eye contact with them in the halls of school.

Some meet them at the beach or at a party.

But for Hiroko Hagakure, she first met her man at the hospital. This hulking specimen was in nothing but a black and white speedo (which did absolutely nothing to make his junk anything less unnoticeable) and looked worried at one of the patient's rooms. Well, at least as worried as he could show with that bull mask on his face.

“Well, well, well. What’s gotten your horns in such a knot?” Hiroko was a nurse just heading out after her shift when she couldn’t help but notice the wrestler standing about. Noticing the nurse, Great Gozu let out a saddened huff.

“It was entirely my fault. I was practicing for the upcoming pay-per-view when I…” He trailed off, but Hiroko wasn’t having it. With a reassuring smile, she placed a hand on his oiled up shoulder and pattied it.

“Don’t go tall, strong and silent on me now, darling~ Keeping it all in won’t do you any favors.” Gozu considered this and eventually nodded in agreement.

“...Fine. I was sparring with a companion when I…I suppose I got…too into it so to speak.” Hiroko’s eyes were trailed to his crotch for a quick moment.

“...Do go on…”

“I…tend to really get into my wrestling. When I was sparring earlier I, well, I kind of went…’berserk’ with my grapples.”

“That so? How ‘berserk’?” Gozu shifted on his feet and Hiroko could tell he was probably feeling rather flustered. 

“I suppose I have a tendency to not really know when to let go of someone when they’re in my grasp. I…may have used one too many suplexes on him…and then there was the issue concerning prying me keeping him in a full nelson…and then there was that long bear hug…” As Gozu rattled off his lengthy, lengthy, lengthy detail of how he pretty much trashed his sparring partner, Hiroko found herself painting a rather…steamy picture of what that power can be used on.

“Sounds like you just need someone who can put up a better spar for you, honey~” Gozu titled his head in confusion.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It means, you just need someone who can handle being at the epicenter of a rough ride. Heck, I tell you what: you come with me, and I’ll give you a challenge like no one else can provide~ Is that cool with you Zuzu?” 

“Zuzu?”

“Just a nickname, honey.”

“Yes, well, I appreciate the offer, but I’m not so sure about sparring with a woman I just met.”

“Oh? Worried about my health? Is that it? Well, don’t you fret your little head off, Zuzu~” Leaning forward onto Gozu’s chest, Hiroko stroked it and whispered. 

“I know just how to handle a bull~”

CRASH!!!

There goes the bed stand!! Hiroko laughed in giddy excitement as both Gozu and her crashed through it thanks to his belly-to-belly 'supplex'. While the wrestler was hesitant in the beginning, Hiroko had quickly proven herself to be a fitting partner. Underneath that ill-fitting nurse’s uniform was a surprisingly strong body and a slippery woman that proved hard to grapple. And with every failure he made to properly lock her down, she would always tease him. Sometimes pressing her supple E-cups on his back, occasionally groping his thick shaft. Always giving those soft whispers that just begged him to go all out. To really show how strong he was!!! A challenge…and when it came to challenges, Gozu saw red and excitement~ From there, Hiroko’s bedroom became a place of carnage as she and Gozu wrestled for dominance. Cabinets, closet doors, shoe boxes, hidden stashes of weed?

All trampled, all crushed and all stepping stones until Hiroko was naked and prepped for his ‘finishing move’.

“GRAAAAAAAAAGH!!! THE GREAT GOZU SHALL NEVER LOSE!!”

“Prove it, big guy!!! Show it to me!!! Put me in place then!!!” Hiroko goaded and watched in amazement as he ripped off his speedo to really show off his 10-inch ‘piledriver’ and loomed over Hiroko. Grabbing her by the legs, he spread it wide before plunging into her excited pussy in a magnificent mating press that had Hiroko screaming to the heavens 

“GOZU SUBMISSION: GIRTH PIEEEEEEEEEEERCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!” He bellowed out, lost in his own world as he frantically fucked an ecstastic Hiroko. The massive weight from Gozu, that wonderfully thick bullrod that was doing wonders to her womb with each thrust, and just having a man that can really give her the time and energy that she needed? Fuck it!! This can’t be a one night stand!! She’s getting him to stick around!!

“A-aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! O-Oh, fuckiiiing, God!! YESSSS!!! G-give it to me, Zuzu!! Let this Mama get a second shot at motherhood~ C’mon, knock me up you mad bull!! Do it!! Do iiiiiiit!!!”

“GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!”

The whole apartment shook as Gozu, inexplicably, managed to go even further into pounding Hiroko. Head filled with thoughts of domination, victory and triumph over the woman who managed to push him to this level!! And once he reached his limit? The orgasm both had was enough to wake up the entire block from how much he filled up her with his virile load.~ (Also, maybe, get law enforcement involved for multiple noise complaints, but that was a story for another time).

At present, the current scene is in the kitchen of Great Gozu's house - after both had gotten married. They were standing right in front of an exasperated Hiro just trying to eat his Lucky Charms.

“And that, my brave little Hiro, is how I met your Stepfather and got you a new sibling on the way~” Hiroko was proudly leaning into Gozu, wrapping his new wife into his arms. In the white dress that she was wearing under her blue jacket, anyone could see she was several months pregnant. 

As for Hiro, his head was face first on the dining room table, groaning. “Mom, I know this already. Why do you keep telling it every week?” Hiroko giggled before planting a nice kiss onto Gozu’s mask.

“Well, what can I say? Mama is really fond of that memory~”

#DRhagakure-18 #DRgozu-R18 #Plain Kinktober-R18

[the-real-housewives-of-waterdeep]

Chapter 4: Mushroom Stew

Summary: As the heiress apparent to House Selemchant of Amn, Dulcinea is used to getting her way. At 28 years old, she has never had to lift a finger unless it was to cast an evocation spell. That is, until she woke up on an unknown beach with a tadpole in her brain.

Rating: MA

Category: F/M

Relationships: Tav/Gale

Chapter 4/?

Word Count: 1.9K

A/N: Dulcinea is meant to be Armenian-coded. Snkapur, a traditional mushroom stew, is the first of a handful of Armenian cultural references sprinkled throughout the story. I’m not Armenian, but it’s a culture that I really appreciate and want to highlight since I don’t really see it talked about often, in my experience. All of that said, I hope I’m doing it justice.

Dulcinea knelt on her bedroll, legs tucked primly beneath her. She wore only her chemise which was, for now, unscathed by the dirt, blood, and dust of her travels.

Her dress had not fared nearly so well. Its skirt bore scratch marks from being attacked by an intellect devourer earlier that day and was splattered with the white matter remnants of that same intellect devourer. Her dress was folded with care and tucked away in a burlap sack that Shadowheart had found. While Dulcinea was deeply reluctant to sully her dress further, she had no other option but to store it in the dusty sack. Eventually, she realized, she would need to wash and mend the dress however, doing her laundry or her clothing repairs was a foreign concept. Clothilde or someone else always dealt with such matters for her.

She studied her hands which were once soft and spotless but were now marred by fresh scrapes and scratches incurred while climbing through brush and bramble. She looked to her right ring finger, rubbing the spot where a diamond ring once sat. Even a year after her engagement to Darius ended, Dulcinea still felt naked without the ring.

She blinked hard, trying to divert her thoughts from Darius. Nothing good came of those memories. She stole a furtive glance at Gale who was tending to a mushroom stew with the watchfulness of an overprotective parent. Upon his arrival, Gale appointed himself to cooking duties. Somehow, he had managed to make dinner out of seemingly nothing but mushrooms, tomatoes, potatoes, onions, and garlic. The rich and comforting smell of the stew wafted in her direction, drifting on a gentle breeze. It was an unpretentious meal, a far cry from what she was used to eating, but far better than anything she could’ve concocted.

“Dulcinea!” Gale called. “I must ask for your assistance.”

Dulcinea swallowed hard, rising to her feet. She slipped on her boots, lacing them quickly. The thought of getting her feet dirty was repugnant, no matter how ridiculous she looked in a chemise and a pair of muddy boots.

“I’m sure you’re aware I have absolutely no cooking skills, yes?” she asked as she approached Gale.

He snorted. “I have no use for your cooking skills or the lack thereof. No, what I require is your palate.” He beckoned her closer. “I need you to taste this. Tell me what you think.”

Dulcinea knelt down next to Gale. “Try this,” he instructed, taking a spoonful of stew. Dulcinea began to reach for the spoon, but instead, Gale brought it to her mouth. Hesitantly, Dulcinea opened her mouth, allowing Gale to pour the soup into her mouth. She felt a flutter of excitement, that old twist of her insides. The moment conveyed a tenderness that she did not anticipate.

Gale stared at her expectantly as she quietly evaluated the stew’s flavor and texture. “It’s nice,” she replied. “It’s not an Amnian snkapur, but it’s nice.” Her mother’s snkapur was a generations-old recipe for an indulgent roasted mushroom soup seasoned with Selemchant bard’s toe peppers grown only in the family garden. Tasting Gale’s mushroom stew made her slightly homesick. She furrowed her brow. “It needs more garlic.”

Gale snorted. “You’re not wrong, although I was hoping for a cut above merely ‘nice’. Were I back home in my tower in Waterdeep, I would have a vast array of spices from across Faerûn to choose from. Alas, I must do the best with what is available at hand.”

“It reminds me of home,” Dulcinea said, attempting to assuage having called Gale’s cooking ‘nice’. “And most food could use more garlic.” Knowing how proud Gale could be at times, she regretted having been so frank with him, although he had asked for her opinion.

“You know, some people are allergic to garlic,” Astarion called from across camp, audibly irritated by Dulcinea’s desire for more garlic.

“Athkatla: The City of Coin,” Gale said with reverence. “It’s been many a year since I visited. When I was a much younger man, my colleague Zeredahn Behlsahn invited me there to be a groomsman at his wedding. I spent an entire ten-day drinking wine, reading rare Calishite tomes, and basking in the sun. If the use of magic by outsiders wasn’t illegal within the city, I would have considered taking my sabbatical there, but to have gone even a ten-day without magic was like depriving myself of water for just as long. Athkatla is certainly no Waterdeep, but it is a place of splendor in its own right.”

Dulcinea scoffed. “The wine in Amn is far better.”

She could think of a much more comprehensive list of reasons why Athkatla was superior. Athkatla’s reputation as the City of Coin was a tribute to its wealth that came as a part of its role in the Sword Coast gem trade. The city’s reputation drew in people from all over Faerûn. As such, nearly anything Dulcinea’s heart desired was readily available; gemstones, silk robes, or cosmetics that were only available in the farthest reaches of the continent.

While Waterdhavian society hosted its fair share of galas and events of the season, parties never seemed to end or be in short supply in Athkatla. Her father frequently hosted gatherings of his own, which boasted a menu ranging from elevated traditional Amnian food to exotic delicacies, such as Zakharan rosefish marinated in Athkatlan lime.

Dulcinea spent much of her childhood in the courtyard of the family home, a rectangular garden containing mint, basil, licorice, marjoram, and her family’s pepper cultivar. When she wasn’t sparring with her brother, studying, or taking her music lessons, she could be found stretched out on a rattan chaise in the courtyard, warming herself in the southern sunlight.

“You are a tough woman to please, Miss Selemchant,” Gale remarked, still sounding a touch miffed by Dulcinea’s earlier comment. “And here I thought my expectations were lofty.”

Dulcinea crossed her arms, looking at Gale out of the corner of her eye. “My pedigree as a Selemchant is not my fault.” She flipped her thick curls over her shoulder primly. “It’s my privilege.”

“And your engagement to Darius Tarn has only contributed to such tastes.”

Dulcinea recoiled at the mention of her ex-fiancé. “Darius has nothing to do with it,” she spat, once again rubbing the spot where her diamond ring once sat. She turned from Gale, her throat feeling tight. He must have either not heard about or had forgotten the explosive end of her engagement.

She stood, dusting the dirt from her knees. “Hmph,” she snorted, walking quickly back to her tent. She crawled inside, casting a cantrip to seal the tent flap. She had yearned after Gale for a decade now, even through her engagement to Darius. Dulcinea always got what she wanted, yet Gale was the one thing she wanted but could never have. Loroakkan said it best: he was out of her league. Even after his fall from grace when he lost Mystra’s favor as her Chosen, he was still tenfold the mage she could ever dream of being. That moment by the fire with Gale feeding her stew was the closest she had been to Gale and the most they had interacted beyond formalities and small talk. After all of that, she managed to alienate him and offend him in one fell swoop.

More than that, she felt ashamed of herself for behaving the way that she had. She had gained a reputation in the arcane community of Waterdeep for being a spoiled bitch. Being called “the princess of Athkatla” was cuter when she was 18, but had lost its charm significantly by the time she hit her mid-twenties. Even her father, who cherished her above all of the precious gems in Athkatla, was growing impatient with her entitlement. When she ended her engagement to Darius, she was thwarting her father’s plans of gaining political clout outside of Amn and he was now threatening to have her brought home to Athkatla. Yet, here she was pouting in her tent after once again proving her moniker to be correct. She was a spoiled bitch and a princess with no kingdom to speak of.

Dulcinea was too embarrassed and frustrated with herself to come out of her tent that night, foregoing dinner in lieu of solitude. Even as hungry as she was, she would rather starve that night than face Gale again.

In the morning, Dulcinea awoke to the smell of coffee brewing outside. She sat up slowly, her tailbone still hurting from when she fell on it the other day. Every joint in her body cried out in protest from a night of sleeping on the ground with nothing more than a bedroll to comfort her. She was loathe to leave her tent, but she would have to go outside eventually. She produced her dress from its burlap sack and pulled it over her head. She ran her hand over her curly hair, feeling equally distressed and grateful that she didn’t have a mirror handy to see the state her hair was in. Dulcinea drew in a deep breath and untied the tent flap.

By the looks of it, she was the last one in camp to wake up. Shadowheart, Astarion, and Gale were already awake and drinking coffee from a percolator that Astarion scavenged the other day.

Astarion looked over his shoulder at Dulcinea. “Ah, the princess has decided to grace us with her presence,” he said snarkily.

Dulcinea said nothing but joined her companions for coffee.

“There’s still some left if you’d like the rest of it,” Shadowheart said, offering Dulcinea the percolator and a dented tin mug.

“Thanks,” Dulcinea replied, accepting the coffee and pouring it into the mug. The coffee was still warm, albeit exceptionally bitter. Ordinarily, Dulcinea wouldn’t take her coffee black but under the circumstances, she felt that she had lost the right to complain.

“We ought to visit the druid’s grove again,” Shadowheart suggested. “We’ve not found Nettie the healer yet. She could be the one to rid us of our tadpole friends.”

“It would be quite fortuitous to find a healer of that acumen so quickly. The sooner, the better, I say,” Gale said. “I concur with that plan.”

Astarion considered this suggestion for a moment. “Perhaps she may be able to control it…”

“Again with controlling the tadpoles,” Dulcinea groaned. “We need it removed. Removing it does not equate with controlling it. That said, I’m in agreement to go to the grove today. It’s about an hour’s walk northwest of camp. We should get there before midday.”

“We’re all in agreement, then. We should all be ready to depart in half an hour,” Shadowheart said, standing up. Between her and Astarion, they would need to gather their melee weapons and Shadowheart would need to don her armor and ready her shield.

That left Dulcinea and Gale. Gale sighed. “I suppose I should be the one to break this steely silence. I clearly hit a nerve last night when I brought up Darius and I apologize for that.”

“It’s… it’s fine, really. You wouldn’t have known about what happened between him and me,” Dulcinea replied. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I insulted your cooking and then hid in my tent like a coward over it. So… I’m sorry.” Apologizing was never Dulcinea’s strongest suit if it was a skill she ever used.

Gale shook his head and smiled. “I did ask for your opinion and you certainly gave it. You were right though; it could have done with more garlic.” Both of them stood, now facing each other. “I’ll remember that for next time, though. Perhaps I’ll impress you yet.”

#bg3 #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fic #baldur's gate