#I’d have him as my yoga instructor

[tharkflark1]

I’m REALLY tired so have my Bonnie attempts

#fnaf #fnaf sb #fnaf sb ruin #fnaf ruin spoilers #Glamrock Bonnie #Glamrock Freddy #Gregory is here too being like UGH COOTIES #tharky's drawings #tw//staring #cuz Bonnie do be doin that #also his Star on his chest is more visually interesting on his model than his 2D art? #like u can kinda see it wraps around the Star and stuff on the model #also no claws! soft bun #I’d have him as my yoga instructor #or bowling teacher

[harrysonlylover]

Heat*

Summary: Your fiancée plans a trip to Italy after you get uncomfortable from the Summer heat.

Trope: CEO! H

WC:7.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, Possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy and ovulation, soft domrry.

A/n: so seepy besties don’t mind the mistakes.

CEO H Masterlist

Long hot summers are not for you.

Even though you’re unemployed, going out is still a must for you whether it be for hanging out with friends, running errands, or visiting Harry at his office.

Now that the heat is intensifying, you can’t bear making plans or even thinking about stepping out of the house. The high temperature makes sweat build and the humidity ruins your hair and overall mood, Summer was never your favorite season but now that you’re pregnant, you despise it.

Whining about it was unintentional, frankly, everyone was annoyed by the heat. At first, Harry panicked and begged you to stay indoors. His biggest fear was something happening to you when he wasn’t near, let alone now when you’re pregnant.

You did comply and stayed home for most of the days, but there is only so little you can do when you’re alone. You tried Pilates and Yoga for pregnant women with different instructors on YouTube, cooked new recipes that help with pregnancy, and changed the decoration in the living room twice. You even read some of the books Harry bought.

You’re one month into pregnancy and so far, you’ve only experienced morning sickness, fatigue at night, and frequent urination. The whole vomiting ordeal drains the life out of you, not only is it disgusting but it occurs every day.

Harry was over the clouds ever since he found out about the baby, he wanted to arrange a huge party for the celebration but you were against it and insisted on privacy for the first few months.

All it takes is for you to demand something and he would do it with a sealed mouth. He has been acting quite giddy and clingy, and much more obsessed with your body now that you’re pregnant.

He insisted that you gained some sort of glow even though you look dead after you vomit. The whole sickness part is what made him pouty and apologetic. For the first few days, he teared up and refused to go to his office, there wasn’t much you could say because you were feeling quite shitty.

Then it became less frequent but it didn’t stop him from feeling bad, he kept saying ‘Sorry’ over and over again because he knocked you up and caused all this fuss. He wouldn’t listen even when you assured him that it was just a part of the pregnancy.

Flower bouquets decorated the apartment every single day. He is aware that you have a spacious backyard with a garden that houses different types of plants but no. Every morning he sent out a flower delivery and a handwritten card by him, not the florist.

‘Morning my dove, hope you have an amazing day. Thought I’d give the orchids a try today. Eat well and rest for the little peanut. I love you endlessly. XOXO.’

That was one example out of many. He might as well invest in a flower shop.

As for the unbearable heat, even the poor flowers didn’t handle it. It reached up to 35 degrees every day and you couldn’t move from the couch even though the entire penthouse was air-conditioned.

You weren’t mentioning the temperature on purpose but Harry always listened intently even if your conversations meant nothing. He simply hummed and warned you to not go outside as he was already running errands for you.

It wasn’t until two days later when you woke up to the sound of bags zipping that you noticed what he had done.

“Sweetheart I made you breakfast, please eat it so we can get going to Italy.”

That was all he had to say as you glanced at the set of bags he packed, one of them being unfamiliar. At least five bags were waiting to be picked up by Harry’s chauffeur.

You didn’t have the heart to question anything because you knew that he did it for your comfort, even though he could easily say that it was business for the new branch in Italy.

You enjoyed the omelette with veggies that he prepared as you observed him walking around in shorts and a ‘Daddy’ shirt. Yes, a fucking ‘Daddy’ shirt.

He was making phone calls in Italian, you understood very little but you could tell that he was asking for his yacht and something about his villa.

Maybe it’s the pregnancy or simply your love for him but the way he was handling these things for you and casually strolling in such clothes with his biceps flexing every time he switched the phone from one ear to another with his other hand in his pocket….

Some drool fell on the omelette but it was nothing compared to the wetness between your thighs. He’s already looking like a dilf and you’re only one month pregnant.

“Baby I’ll clean the plates so you can take a shower before we leave. I packed all of your stuff.” He pressed a long kiss to your cheek and caressed your tummy before ushering you to your shared bedroom.

In your head you replied with ‘Yes Daddy’ and he was just taking care of you, nothing sexual!

It’s going to be a torturous vacation.

The flight to Italy was smooth and comfortable, not that he would allow anything less. He used one of his private jets and demanded to land at the nearest airport to his villa so you could avoid getting road sickness.

Whenever work got crowded and pressuring, Harry escaped to Tuscany. He was eager to introduce you to his villa in his haven. The first time he invited you he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, not that he doesn’t usually stare,but Italy is precious and so were you.

You napped on the way to the villa, resting your head on Harry’s chest as he wrapped his arm around your body, not forgetting to leave kisses on your face.

Once you arrived, he thanked his chauffeur and tipped him using a checkbook before asking you to rest and hydrate as he unpacked the suitcases. Of course, you knew better than to offer your help.

Harry’s villa was surrounded by vineyards and acres of land, he decorated it with paintings picked from all around the globe and furniture that was designed by a local Italian artist.

In the center of the living room, he has a wall dedicated to pictures of you together, from trips to random candid shots around the house. Your lip quivered as you thought of the pictures that will soon join the collection but with a new member.

You followed Harry to the bedroom and leaned against the wall watching him unpack your suitcase even though you’re capable of doing it. You approached him slowly and pressed your body to his back, allowing your lips to linger over his shoulder blade.

“I felt that something was different but it was just my baby love.” He discarded the items in his hands and turned around to wrap your body around his.

“Do you want me to help—“

“No. You know how I feel about this. Leave it to me.” His voice was stoic and straightforward, the same one he used around the office.

“What is this suitcase anyway, I haven’t seen it before.” You pointed to the unfamiliar suitcase that you first saw at the penthouse.

“It’s yours.” He stepped aside to reveal a wide range of summer clothes still in their tag, along with different types of bikinis, all being luxury brands.

“Harry! What is this?” You searched through the full suitcase, gasping at the price on the tags. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been with your fiancée because you still haven’t come around to how much he spends on clothes. Let alone on you.

“Thought you’d want to try on new stuff while we’re here and we’re going swimming…” Harry loved to spoil you no matter what the item was. Though he never told you, he gets some sort of thrill or ego boost whenever he sees you wearing clothes that he picked out himself and paid for. Call him him weird, obsessive, or even crazy but his head becomes filled with unholy things when you wear what he chose. As for the bikinis…. With your small bump or at least the knowledge of knocking you up.

May the lord have mercy on him.

There was nothing for you to say except a ‘thank you’, followed by a ‘no need’ from him and a forehead kiss. As you glanced around the room, you noticed that he arranged everything in its place leaving nothing for you to unpack.

“Sweetheart you should start getting ready we’re spending the day on our yacht.” He shouted from the bathroom where he was making sure that all your skincare and toiletries were present.

Harry always referred to things as yours and his, even though everything was paid for with his money, not yours. The sentiment of it made you feel warm.

You glanced at all the pieces Harry bought till your eyes landed on a skimpy bikini that would barely cover your breasts or pussy…

You smiled to yourself as you placed it aside and grabbed a towel to shower. The teasing game between you and Harry was never-ending. You acted like cave people around each other when one of you was half-naked or just looking yummy.

If you were still trying to conceive, you and Harry probably wouldn’t have left the villa not that he isn’t all over you now, because boy he is.

If he wants to wear a ‘Daddy’ shirt then he might as well preach it.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself relaxing on the yacht, as you went through your beach bag to fetch the essentials. A beige dress with a simple cut near the breast area hugged your body as you hid the revealing bikini underneath it.

“Babes, is the SPF with you?” You lifted your eyes upward only to be met with your shirtless fiancée, his arms raised on the doorway and body leaning forward. The shorts were barely hiding anything, his hips were on display and if he tugged the fabric slightly, everyone would be graced with the sight of his cock.

He had an amused smile on as he lazily chewed gum and taunted you with knowing eyes from behind his Gucci sunnies. Handsome motherfucker. You might as well ovulate again right there and then even if you’re already pregnant.

You offered him a nod and tossed the cream in his direction, but why not give him a show too?

You took off your dress in front of him and everyone who was nearby.

The bralette was strapless and tight on your breasts prompting your cleavage to appear plumper, as for the bikini bottom it was a thong.

You kept a casual attitude around him as you folded your dress aside and unpacked the beach bag while sparing him glances to delight in the sight of his clenched fists and tense body.

He was a soft dominant in bed, he disliked all that ‘punishment’ stuff. Pleasure to him is something sacred, if you want to get spanked then ask for it, and if you want soft lovemaking then you should ask for it too.

You weren’t the only ones around, after all this was an area known for welcoming the wealthy so it wasn’t a surprise when you noticed the few other yachts positioned near you.

“Put it on me.” Harry handed you the sunscreen as he stood in front of you giving you a stern look. Whenever he used this facial expression with you, you knew that he was feeling it.

You squirted a small amount of the creamy SPF before lathering it all over his chest and abs, your hands were completely covered as you glided them over his skin.

His body towered over you and you could feel his gaze on you even though he had sunglasses on. He was enjoying your hands all over his hard abs especially when you slowed down your pace to take in the sight in front of you.

Would it be so bad to drop on your knees in public?

“The way you’re rubbing shows me that you’re desperate sweetie.” You avoided responding verbally and instead raised your face to taunt him with a wicked smile as your hands tortuously massaged his skin before reaching his hips and giving extra attention to the fern tattoo. With each glide, his shorts got looser and looser, his happy trail was on display, and when you glanced down you got a peek at his cock by toying with the waistband.

“Should I go for the biceps too?” You put on an innocent act, which he didn’t mind at all. He nodded at your request and turned around to give you a better angle.

“You should sit down, I can’t reach you.” He was taller than you by some good inches and that didn’t stop you from reaching him, but of course, you wanted to play your little game which he complied with.

He took a seat on the sunbathing lounge chair, with his legs spread dangerously. Instead of beginning to apply the cream on his biceps, you abruptly seated yourself on his thigh, not forgetting to let out a subtle moan at the friction or pretend to fix your position by going back and forth on his thigh.

Again, he did not seem fazed by your actions. Not because he’s unimpressed but because he adored it when you were all over him, and it showed when he wrapped his entire arm around your body, giving you easier access to his biceps but also making sure to knead your ass with his palms.

You had to use both hands to rub one bicep and still, it took longer than expected. The more he kneaded your ass, the more his bicep flexed making you drool over his body and push yourself more against him for friction.

“I thought I told you to put protection not ride my thigh.” His voice was delicious, yet so near to your ear which didn’t help your current situation.

“I’m not! Just getting comfy…” You lied to his face and continued to rub the sunscreen on his muscles. His face was inches away from yours trying to intimidate you in a good way. You always get flustered when stared at for too long, and Harry knows how to play his game.

“I can feel the moist and warmness on my thigh.” Your hands stopped gliding at his words, you knew better than to lie, he had you memorized like the back of his palm.

He slowly guided your cream-covered hand to his chest area and moved it along his skin back and forth, his alibi was seeking sun protection but his real motive was to get you riled up.

“You could lie to anyone except the person who made you pregnant.”

Playing dumb was your method. You delighted in touching his skin and toned muscles before asking him to do the same to you. You settled on your stomach, enjoying his calloused fingers running all over your back and shoulders. And of course, you offered him moans.

“You’re in for it sweetheart.” He warned as he headed off inside not even attempting to hide his visible hard on.

Too bad he left before you took off your bikini…

An hour later, you left your initial spot and sailed ahead basking in the cool wind and warm summer sun that didn’t have you begging for winter. Harry brought you refreshing drinks, water bottles, and plates of fruits.

He had switched his attitude and turned into a sweetheart, It wasn’t on purpose, but it’s how he is. He turned on the autopilot and excitedly propped himself near you. He opened a water bottle and handed it to you, asking you to have some sips despite doing that earlier as well.

Then he gave you some cherries and peeled an apple with deep focus, feeding it to you with his hand, before rubbing on your stomach and inquiring if little peanut is causing a fuss.

He rested his head on your tummy, as his lips lingered there for a while offering love to you and peanut with his fingers dancing along your hips and thighs. You swiped your hands through his hair, giving him head scratches making him a satisfied fiancée.

A straw hat covered your face from the sun, and the sound of the waves muffled Harry’s voice. He spoke to your tummy but none of the words reached your ear, but it’s fine since he seemed to have a little private moment with Peanut.

As much as he wanted to bask in this blessing, his job was to check on you. He lifted himself up barely fifteen minutes later and reapplied sunscreen to your arms, insisted on pouring water over your head because the sun was out and about, and fed you an apricot.

Most of the time his gestures are nonsexual but oh well he’s a gentleman, your gentleman, and everything he did turned you on. After leaving you alone earlier, you ogled him as his hands steered the wheel and sailed the yacht. Obviously, his biceps contracted which did not help at all since you recalled rubbing lotion on them. He even placed the pilot hat on his head.

His curls fell all over his face, and his back muscles flexed with every steer of the wheel. The weather was amazing yet the heat followed you here in the form of your fiancée.

There was nothing you could do except spread your legs, as you observed him doing regular things that got you frothing at the mouth.

And now his extensive care and dotting made it much worse. You know that other men do not act the way he does nor take care of their pregnant women this way, you’ve seen some bad examples.

“Are your muscles knotted? Do you want to get up?” His voice pulled you out of your dirty thoughts, showing his concerned face.

“All good.” You smiled at him and pulled his face in for a kiss.

Another yacht approached yours blasting loud music interrupting your little bubble. It was the same yacht that was next to you before sailing, many young adults were on board probably enjoying their euro summer.

Harry got up to take a look scoffing at how loud the music was, they were dancing in bikinis and shorts, distributing drinks, and singing along with the song.

“Scusatemi, potreste abbassare il volume della musica per favore?” He shouted to the group of girls whose yacht was in close proximity.

“Si Bello!” One of the girls replied before sending a flying kiss his way making the others erupt in giggles.

That was your cue to get up. You don’t have much knowledge on the language but you don’t need translation to know that she’s flirting with your fiancée, who was fucking smiling.

You walked toward him placing your arms around his body and waved to the group of girls as if your blood wasn’t boiling. Their faces dropped upon seeing you as they sent a fake smile your way.

“H, let’s continue sunbathing.” As soon as he heard you whispering, he knew you were off. You only used this tone with him when you were mad or up to something devilish. It wasn’t a suggestion as well.

“Of course babe.” He guided you to the huge lounge chair but instead of helping you to lie down, it was the other way around. He didn’t object nor open his mouth and from the look of mischief on your face, he won’t be questioning anything.

You straddled his lap positioning your pussy right over his crotch and inched your face closer, catching his lips in a kiss. You rested your hand on the side of his neck, deepening the kiss as you moved back and forth on his clothed cock.

“Wha—what’s gotten into you?” He panted in between kisses, with his hand wrapped around your ass.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my fiancée?” You didn’t part your lips from his and spoke in a muffled voice.

Ah, so you were feeling possessive.

“Anytime you want babe, you own me.” He played along by kneading your ass and pushing his tongue further into your mouth. Your jaw grew sore from how feverish the kiss was but Harry became relentless.

Your body leaned backward from the intensity of his kiss, and his hands roamed your body, gripping your skin tightly before moving on to another area. He moaned into your mouth and pressed his hard on to your pussy.

You knew that they were watching and that was exactly what you wanted. You didn’t care if you appeared petty or crazy. He was yours.

“You’re such a needy slut.” He had to pull you away by wrapping his hand around your throat. Your lips were swollen and the look of mischief was still painted across your face.

“Look who’s talking, weren’t you flirting around with those girls?” You tilted your head to the side, relishing the way his facial expression changed.

“Watch the words that come out of your mouth dove.” His grip against your throat tightened and the warning in his eyes was serious.

“Or what? You’ll leave and party with them?” His stern look revealed his clear irritation that he could no longer hide.

“You’re getting too mouthy. Up.” He snaked a hand to the back of your thighs, lifting you both in the process.

Again, he isn’t a man who delights in “punishment”. If he wants to be a tease or rough then so be it, he doesn’t have to call it a punishment. The one thing that he would never do is embarrass you in a situation where he is aware of your feelings, and right now you’re jealous.

He didn’t dismiss that, he’ll prove you wrong inside but for now, he has his lips attached to the nape of your neck, while his hand wanders between your hips and bum. Of course, the girls who fancied him were looking as he was all over you.

Once you were in the clear and away from prying eyes, in the safety of the bedroom inside the yacht, Harry switched his demeanor.

He guided you to the bed where you sat at the edge admiring your annoyed fiancée who gave you a promise to destroy you with his eyes.

He stood in front of you, his crotch so close to your face as he raised your chin upward. A curl had fallen on his forehead but it didn’t help in erasing his irritation.

The smell of the summer breeze and salt penetrated the room but was not enough to dismiss his cologne. He swiped his finger over your bottom lip, as your eyes ogled him starting from his pumped chest down to his chiseled abs and toned V line, right where your eye level was.

“I’m going to ask you questions and you will answer in full sentences.” His voice, low and raspy indicated that he was not up for silly games.

“Yes Sir.” You shamelessly tried to take his finger inside your mouth but he didn’t allow it. Instead, you kept gazing at his hips where the shorts were loose.

“Who’s your fiancée?” You felt his engagement ring digging into your neck as he wrapped his hand there.

“You Sir.” You answered without hesitation hoping to get away with squirming your thighs.

“Who owns you?” His pupils darkened and his voice got deeper.

“You sir.”

It stayed this way for a few other questions…

“Who worships you?”

“Who got you pregnant?”

“Who loves you endlessly?”

All of them were followed by a weak ‘You Sir’ as you rubbed your thighs together feeling aroused more than usual just from his veined hand over your throat (and the questions).

“Then why are you being a brat?” He questioned with his face inches away from yours, noses bumping together while you looked into each other’s eyes. His were dark and hungry, yours were bright and needy.

You shrugged your shoulders, avoiding a verbal response, pretending to be clueless about your attitude. Honestly you just couldn’t help it, your blood boiled when you saw how they eyed him.

“Maybe some cock will refresh your mind?” He tugged down on his shorts revealing his thick girth, red at the tip and already leaking precum.

He always knew what game to play, where to touch, what to say and how to make you surrender to him. The fact is that as much as he was obsessed with your pussy and body, you were equally infatuated with his cock.

There was no such thing before Harry, but when it came down to him everything changed, including your perspectives on dicks.

“Poor baby, is that what you want? Craving some cock to make your brain mushy?” He cooed in a mocking tone as he tapped the tip on your bottom lip, not giving you a chance to take it inside your mouth.

You stuck your tongue out at him to show him that you need it, but he definitely had other plans in his mind. His pre cum leaked on your lips and dribbled down your chin, your tongue instinctively tried to lick his cum but he knew you’d try and do that. Instead, he beat you to it and picked them up with his finger observing the subtle pout in your lips when he took them away.

“Hmm so good.” He brought his finger to his mouth and licked it clean to tease you with outrageous moans.

“Please, let me suck on it.” Your eyes darted to his veiny hand that was wrapped around his thick swollen length that is asking to be sucked.

“You do need it… maybe it’ll fix that brain of yours.” He caressed your cheek with his knuckles as one last gentle moment before coming closer, and forcing your mouth open to push his cock in.

His eyes rolled back almost immediately at the warmth of your mouth, you didn’t complain nor protest, you got to work right away as you went down on your knees with your hands going up and down on his thigh, then to the base of his cock where you cupped his balls.

Your warm mouth was heaven to him. For some reason, sinful thoughts began to flood his mind uncontrollably as he imagined you going down on your knees a few months from now as he looks down to get a view of your ruined sight, with his cock in your mouth and your big bump protruding.

“Fuck’s sake! I gave you my seed yet you still get down on your knees like a little slut for my cum.” He groaned audibly, rocking his hips back and forth enjoying the feeling of your tongue licking his cock from the base to the tip.

Whenever you gave Harry a blowjob, you had to use both of your hands. That’s how big he was. One had would be wrapped around the base while the other stroked the shaft and eased it into your mouth where your cheeks would hollow around it, as you swirl your tongue and push his length as far as you can.

The sound of your gagging was music to his ears, let alone the mischief in your eyes as you looked up to him while removing his cock from your mouth to allow the mix of saliva and pre cum to dribble down your chin, before you take him in again and moan as you squirm your thighs and shift.

“Such a good warm hole.” He patted your hair as if you were his pet while he rocked his hips faster in your mouth and smirked at the way his abs flexed.

You were absolutely insatiable when it came to his cock. You already sense the soreness in your jaw but you couldn’t care less. Your head kept bobbing on his cock back and forth, you wanted to drain the cum from him and from the look on his face, it is no secret that euphoria is hitting him.

“Fuck my mouth harder Mr. Styles.” You let out his cock from your mouth with a pop, only to reveal your scratchy voice due to his cock hitting the back of your throat. You smiled back at him with your face covered in cum and saliva, as if you were daring him.

“You won’t be speaking for days.” His hand roughly grabbed a fistful of your hair before thrusting his cock harshly inside your mouth, he maintained a vigorous pace of thrusts as the sound of intense gagging filled the room.

His hips snapped roughly as he treated your mouth like a vagina. Thrust after the other with no remorse, feeling his entire body light up from the heat of your mouth and the skill of your tongue.

Your nails dug into his thighs leaving crescent marks on his skin. Tears were streaming down your cheeks due to his roughness, the sting from his grasp on your hair intensified the feeling of pain and pleasure.

“Oh fuck!” He threw his head back as your nose bumped his happy trail. Everything felt overwhelming. Your tongue didn’t stop for one second, the veins along his girth were caressed by it, let alone his sensitive tip that leaked drop of cum that you happily choked on.

He murmured words of praise followed by a warning of his close release, his grip on your hair got loose as all the blood in his body rushed to his cock.

You broke a new record for holding your breath but it was definitely worth it, the furrow of his eyebrows, parted lips and Adam’s apple that protruded from throwing his head back and swallowing down his throat.

His cock twitched followed by the most lustful moan as he released his load, it flooded your mouth seeing as you had him fully tucked inside. You choked on the large amount of cum and pulled him out to properly swallow what he gave you. Harry was observing your movements making him release even more. Your entire face was covered with cum, some drool and saliva dripped down from your chin landing on your thighs. The cum you attempted to swallow leaked from the corners of your mouth as your hand gripped Harry’s cock tightly, aiming to milk it completely as you stuck your tongue out to not waste any drop.

“That’s it baby…drink it all up.” His sensitive tip oozed more cum into your open mouth, twitching in your hand when you squeeze at the base.

You kept swallowing his seed for what felt like ages, he released a huge load and you got dizzy from thinking about how he gave you such loads almost everyday. No wonder you get pregnant.

“Good girl, swallowing it down your tummy?” You couldn’t reply nor hum, sure you could nod but you were far too gone. After all you’re both equally obsessed with each other.

Your mouth stayed open for a while as Harry swiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth, before bringing it inside for you to suck on.

“Can’t waste any drop baby.” He caressed your cheek lovingly while you attempted to lick your lips and any area that you forgot about. Harry’s low deep voice did things to your body, let alone the sight of his toned body that you were graced with.

There’s just something about your fiancée’s body.

A few moments later, Harry lowered himself to your level pressing a kiss to your temple as he snaked a hand to the back of your thighs to lift you up on the bed with one arm.

He placed you on your back gently before moving his lips all over your tummy down to your legs where kisses your scratched knees from going down on him.

“My pretty girl bruising her pretty legs for cum.” He murmured, rubbing his thumb on your ankle.

If he had kept moaning while you sucked him and ogled his muscled body, or even pumped more of his seed into your mouth, you probably would’ve came right there and then without him touching you.

The way his eyes closed as he bit his bottom lip and clenched his fist making veins protrude in his arm, just to hold back a scandalous moan will always be engraved in your mind.

But of course he did not hold back the moans. He’s too much of a slut to do that.

Your breathing was ragged as his hands explored your lower body, you were already too aroused and Harry just won’t get to the point. Your bikini bottom is definitely wetter than it would be if you had gotten into the water.

“What’s that baby?” He cooed, pressing his nose to your clothed (and extremely wet) pussy. He took a long inhale closing his eyes as his grip tightened on your thighs before opening his eyes again. His pupils had gotten darker.

“I could smell your leaking pussy from miles away. Are you that achy?”

He was mocking you.

It was no surprise that you got insanely wet from making him cum, he knows how easily you can get aroused from the simplest of things like seeing him naked or from his actions as a gentleman toward you.

Besides being feral and primal about breeding you (which he did successfully), he tends to have a certain affinity for smelling your wetness…

Perhaps it messes with his hormones, turns him on even more or he genuinely loves the smell which would be normal as he spends most of his free time between your thighs.

“Harry you know it hurts, just fuck me.” You whined throwing your head back, trying to ignore his devilish grin that tells you he’s up to no good.

“Oh I will darling but how about some questions first?” He took your bikini off so that you were both completely naked and bare for each other.

His muscular body towered over you making you feel safe in his embrace, his cross necklace dangled in front of your face and you couldn’t help but bring your hand forward to move the fallen hair strands from his face.

“Yes love.” You were not sure what these questions were but from the look in his eyes, you knew that you won’t be moving your legs for a few days.

His eyes took in your face features with a cheesy smile plastered on his face, the same one he has on when he tells you that he adores you. He inched his face forward till your noses bumped together and his cologne consumed your thoughts.

His hand slowly reached down to your inner thighs where he rubbed circles dangerously close to your cunt.

“Are you wet because… you wish I could breed you again?…” His eyes burned into yours, his body weight pressing on you.

“…because you sucked me off?” Your breath hitched in your throat when he inserted a finger inside your warm cunt, so that the only sounds heard were the calm waves, the beating of your hearts and the sound of your wet cunt being used.

“…or because you love the idea of being fucked by your fiancée while others want him?” He added in another finger, pushing them deep inside feeling how they got soaked instantly. He fucked them slowly in and out as his eyes raked your facial expression, and relished in the clenching of your warm cunt around his fingers.

“All of them.” You answered as quickly as you could before pouring all of your focus on his fingers, they were now three massaging your folds delicately. Your hands instinctively clung to his back, as you dug your nails into his skin.

“That’s my good girl.” He increased his pace and you knew that some of your wetness must have splashed the sheets. You pushed yourself against his hand for deeper access, making him spank your bum with his other hand.

“I need you inside of me please.” Your begging was frantic and rushed.

“Could never resist this cunt baby.” He pulled his fingers out, and glided his hand over your hips making your skin soaked with your own arousal, as he nipped on your neck (the more hickeys the better).

Heat radiated off your bodies that were intertwined in the best way one could imagine, but both of you needed more. Harry asked for reassurance before lining himself up with your entrance and pushing in slowly.

The first few moments of entering your cunt were better than the whole experience. The clenching of your walls, your warmness, tightness and the tiny whimpers in his ear as your foreheads touch was priceless to him.

It never mattered if the sex was soft or rough, it will always be love making to him.

Love,love,love.

“So fucking tight.” He groaned as he slowly thrusted himself inside your snug cunt, before stilling his hips and taking a deep breath to avoid cumming so soon.

“Full.” It was all you managed to say. Harry’s length could make you cry from how warm and full it makes you feel. Clenching around him is unintentional, it just happens yet you can’t help it. The pain and burn you feel at first made you drool at the mouth, you didn’t mind a little pain kink but whenever his tip pushes through your tight walls, your brain goes numb.

It was as if your cunt itself begged him to go inside. Deeper.

He continued to push himself in till your hips were against each other. You were back in your element, skin on skin, soft rocking, hungry kisses and euphoric feelings.

All the blood was rushing to your engorged clitoris that is growing more sensitive with every passing day, Harry raised your leg over his hip for a deeper angle that made you moan audibly.

His thrusts found a faster pace and you felt the veins on his thick length massage your velvet walls. The sound of wetness echoed in the room as he repeatedly hit your cervix.

“Don’t you ever doubt my love for you.” His tone was both a mix of anger and reassurance. He hated what you implied, how you thought for even a split second that he would look at someone else.

Your walls pulled him in even further with more clenching as you wrapped your legs around his hips and pressed the heel of your feet into his bum in an attempt to get him deeper (if that was even possible).

“I love you.” You whispered through short pants with your nails leaving fresh marks on his skin. His cock worked itself inside your snug cunt, in and out till you could feel him in your tummy, which he probably could too as he was glued to your body.

“Deeper please. Just want you inside.” Some teardrops fell down on your cheek from the pleasure and love you’re feeling and your need for him to be so deep inside. Whenever you had sex, Harry would fuck you so deep you’d feel him for days, yet still it doesn’t seem enough for you.

But his brain worked the exact same way in a repetitive mantra : deep inside y/n, deep inside y/n…

“Yes babylove, gonna leave you sore for a while.” Your bags always contained at least one lube bottle and a cream for soreness because well.. your fiancée is feral.

He picked up his speed with one hand balanced on the mattress and the other pressing on your throat right where his cock reached a few minutes ago.

“This cock made you pregnant. Isn’t that right baby?” His voice was straight out of an erotica book, but you couldn’t reply. You were simply lying down, taking his cock that is thrusting into you hard and fast with your eyes shut as you savored the blissful feeling.

The headboard banged against the wall as the sound of skin slapping filled the room and you almost forgot that you were out in the open on a yacht. Harry imprinted himself everywhere.

His cock fucking you roughly, his hand on your neck, the ache in your muscles, drool on your chin, old and fresh bruises on your skin, your engagement ring and the baby in your tummy.

You let out a string of curse words followed by short words in which you asked him to keep fucking you. The pressure on your neck loosened but only so he could use his hand to pull your face in for a passionate kiss.

“You own me baby. Never forget that.” He stilled his hips for a few moments before pulling himself out, only to thrust back in immediately knocking the breath out of your lungs.

He provided some attention to your perky sensitive nipples right as you stuck your tongue out at him, which he knew was an order to spit onto your tongue. A string of saliva fell from his mouth right into yours before he connected your lips again, moaning into each other’s mouths.

“I’m close.” Your clitoris was so sensitive and lately you’ve been cumming way sooner than you usually do. Your sweaty skin clung onto Harry’s as your orgasm washed over your body with one particular thrust to your cervix.

Harry followed upon hearing you moaning his name as he spurted hot cum inside your walls. The feeling of his seed flowing inside you was peak euphoria. You’re not sure if you could ever have him wear a condom again.

You bit his shoulder knowing how much he liked it but also because you lost your mind when he came inside your pussy. You felt his cum leak from where you were connected down to your thighs and onto the sheets.

“I love being stuffed by your cum.” You whispered a few moments later, earning a chuckle from him.

“Me too my love. Pussy’s made for me.” His fingers danced along your hips and slowly went down near your thighs where he swiped some of the cum that leaked, bringing it to your mouth. You immediately sucked on it and swallowed without hesitation.

“Too fucking greedy. Didn’t let me taste.” He pouted and pretended to be hurt before pushing his tongue inside your mouth.

His cum was still flowing inside your pussy, opting you to clench around his cock. He hissed from the pulsing and swatted your bum as a warning.

“Do you want me to pull out?” He whispered after a few minutes while kissing your temple.

“No just a bit more please.” You shook your head and pulled him closer.

“Whatever you want my love.” Staying inside your warm cum filled pussy was torture, and you knew that of course. His twitching did not go unnoticed but you loved it.

“Do you realise that i’m loyal to you only? I don’t want anyone else.” He murmured with his head resting on your breast.

“I know. You’re mine.” You swiped a hand through his hair before tracing his face with your fingers.

Getting jealous was a natural instinct, but at the end of the day you’re the one he fucks till he’s out of breath and of course you’re the mother of his child.

You’re his and he’s yours. It was as simple as that.

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[arachnoia]

gone ➶ . ˚ ༉‧₊˚ˑ༄ؘ | miguel o’hara

miguel o'hara x fem! reader

a/n: i think that atp, im just a miguel o’hara writer (not that im complaining but gimmie requests pls !! theyre open on my acc !!) this is also a drabble ive been wanting to write because i’ve always wanted to write angst (well tbh idk what this is?) but wasn’t sure how to? lowkey i want this to be a story that isn’t just a one shot but lmk if you guys want more of this? im just trying stuff out!

pt2 - ‘holy shock’ pt 3- ‘finally’

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Breathe in, breathe out...”

The beautiful city stunned you as you stood on top of a random building, breathing in its modern, refreshing look.

It kind of took your breath away, contradictory to what you just told yourself a few seconds ago.

You barely finished another mission as your universe’s one and only Spider-Silk. Was it tiring? Hell yes, no doubt. But you never took a moment to actually admire Earth-928’s Nueva York, where Spider Society headquarters was located. Nueva York was also the place where you were if it wasn’t fighting crime and going to grad school in your own universe’s New York.

You usually swing to the top of a business building, a little bit far from Spider Society headquarters. It was quiet and peaceful. It was your thinking place where you could release any emotions you wanted to spill when you couldn’t anywhere else since you can’t really spill your emotions if you were to be taken seriously.

Plus, the one person who you expressed your deepest emotions, is gone.

As you simply stared into space while remembering the feeling you felt this morning.

You noticed some tears gathering at the outside corners of your eyes. Your eyelids began to droop, and you began to sob quietly as your chest hurt from, what some call “heartbreak”.

To be completely honest though, it was just melancholy and depression from what happened hours prior.

You couldn’t say that the emotion you felt for him or what you feel is loving him because it wasn’t love.

It felt like something stronger. But you knew it wasn’t reciprocated back.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“So why don’t you just kick your professor’s ass?” Miguel joked. His laugh made you feel warm inside. It was a cute laugh in your opinion.

The two of you were sitting down, at the building you like to think at, munching on sweet, baked, fig empanadas from a lady's restaurant in your universe. Doña Rosa? She was a nice lady and safe to say, Miguel would definitely come back for the empanadas.

“Please, O’Hara. I’d get simply kicked out and would have to never show my face ever again…But the bastard deserves it for ripping apart my paper on exploring different dimensions with colliders!”

He chuckled. “Right, because you have experience. Do you not? Y/l/n?”

“EXACTLY. BUT NOT EVEN GRAMMARLY HELPED ME NOT GO THROUGH HIS REIGN OF TERROR!” You felt pissed, but Miguel found it absolutely hilarious to see you worked up as you angrily took a bite out of your empanada. It was cute.

“Swear to god, that bitch is scarier than most of the stupid anomalies we fight,” You pouted and glanced at him. He looked like he was trying to not start laughing even harder than he was before. “Y/l/n. Just calm down it doesn’t matter. Plus didn’t you mention it was like 10% of your grade? You’ll be fine it’s not that bad.”

You smirked at him. “Oh, so you’re trying to say it’s still bad?”

“No…but look at me.” You turned to his direction as he placed his empanada on a napkin next to the rest of the lot and he rested his hands on your shoulders.

“Breathe in. Breathe out.” You chuckled at his direction.

“Miguel, you sound like a yoga instructor."

“No no, I’m being serious here! No dejas que esa mierda te moleste, okay?”

You raised your eyebrow and smiled playfully. “Alright, like you’re the calmest person on this Earth,” He laughed. “I’m not but you’re not like me. I don’t want that to affect you, especially because it doesn’t matter.”

“Now. Breathe in…”

You softly smiled at him, to which he returned, “And breathe out.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“It's pleasant, isn't it?” Peter replied as he began to go in your direction, breaking up your train of thought. He and Mayday gave you a sad look as they walked over to hug your shaky form.

“How-?”

“Y/n, I saw you swinging here after barely teleporting here. What’s wrong?”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt a metaphoric weight on your shoulders as you struggled to tell Peter.

“Was it perhaps…Miguel?” You felt like laughing. Here you were, crying while Peter was acting full-on dad and Mayday was playing with her Spider-Man beanie. It would be a very unusual sight to someone who was just viewing you three at a distance.

“I’m just going to take that as a yes,” Peter said as he sat down on the roof and patted to the space next to him. “Take a seat, Y/l/n.”

You followed his directions and sat down.

It was quiet and a bit windy. It gave you a sad memory and you felt like you were drowning in it.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You felt a rush of anxiety and couldn’t breathe.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T DO IT, O’HARA," you screeched, scratching Miguel's arm in excruciating pain.

“YES YOU CAN, Y/L/N!! CALM DOWN!”

The two of you were in a mission to stop an anomaly. You were one of the first to start attacking…and one of the first to be badly injured. Your right thigh was impaled with several medium sized pieces of glass from being thrown to a glass building and you ran out of webs to shoot. You froze and wanted to cry, feeling vulnerable.

Miguel went over to try to help you as the other Spiders went to attack said anomaly. You knew each other as friends since you were one of the first Spiders ever to be recruited to the Spider Society so you knew each other pretty well. When he saw you injured, he quickly saved some civilians and rushed to your direction.

“Yes, you can Y/l/n. Look at me. Breathe in.” Your eyes widened as you saw him grab the largest piece of glass. He had 2 pieces of cloth with him. “No, stop looking at them and look at me. Breathe in, goddamn it.”

You stared at him and he gave you a piece to bite down. You tried to calm down as he took the piece out and screamed into the cloth. “I’m going to wrap it up, okay?” He said, earning a nod from you. “Good girl. Now breathe in…”

“…Breathe out.” You said.

“That’s my girl,” He said as he smiled at you and carried you with the rest of the civilians.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Breathe in, breathe out,” You whispered. Saying that phrase now just made your tongue feel bitter. Like eating a sour candy except it doesn’t turn out sweet at the end, but just making you frown.

Peter smiled and turned to you, “Now tell me what happened, kid. People don’t just run away before saying hi to their favorite person, therefore being me? !”

You scoffed, “Peter, no offense but why does it matter to you? You should be focusing on other things other than my well-being.”

Peter raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes. “Listen, kid. You and the other Spiders like Gwen or Miles, matter to me.”

He covered Mayday’s ears. “Shit, even Miguel. If I see you mopey and sad and what not, of course, I’m going to be worried!”

“Really?” You were shocked. No one really has given you that fatherly attention like Peter has.

The only one who would really listen to you, was Miguel. But you can’t really rely on him now, can you?

“Yup. Now tell me what’s going on? Is everything okay?” Your breath hitched and you froze.

You then took a deep breath, sighed, and smiled bitterly.

“Miguel, he told me he wants me gone from his life,” you said as you felt a sudden pang in your chest.

Just feeling those words leave your lips made the melancholy come back even stronger.

And it hurt like fucking hell.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel ohara x y/n #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x you #miguel ohara x you #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara fanfiction #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o'hara fanfiction #miguel o'hara fic #across the spiderverse #spiderman #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spiderverse #spiderverse 2 #atsv x reader #atsv

[aziraphales-library]

Do you know of any fics where Aziraphale is really like physically strong

We have a #strong aziraphale tag. Here are more to add...

Yours by Sodium_Azide (E)

There are some unexpected afteraffects from Heaven's attempted execution. Crowley takes care of his angel, in every way he needs.

Unpacking by cassieoh (M)

Turns out the “moving” part of moving in together is the easy bit.

From Atop My Crimson Throne by BooknerdMiss (T)

“You do realize we wouldn’t be having this issue if you had just gotten rid of this chair!” “I love this chair!” “Then you should have measured the elevator before deciding to move in!” “That’s stupid! Who bases anything on the size of the lift?!” “Someone who wants to keep her nan’s dumb red chair - !” “Excuse me,” a posh voice interrupted their bickering. “Is there anything I can do to be of assistance?” “Er…” Crowley started, turning to look over her shoulder. Her eyes went wide. “Shit.” * Antonia J. Crowley hated moving. But with Anathema & Newt’s help, things had been going rather smoothly (for once). That is, until her unfairly handsome neighbor appeared and ended up witnessing the most undignified position she had found herself in that day. Everyone’s always saying first impressions are important. Crowley’s pretty sure this one’s going to leave a lasting impact. Female Crowley/Male Aziraphale, Human AU. Inspired by true events.

Working it Out by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Crowley is the flirty yoga instructor at Garden of Eden health resort. Aziraphale, the new masseur, doesn't trust his advances. However they'd be easier to ignore if he wasn't so hopelessly attracted to the infuriating man.

lavender nights by Sway (E)

“What do you do with all the honey? It doesn’t look exactly like a farmer’s market down there?” Azira laughs, not at Crowley. “Well, if you happen to have a property in the South Down at hand where I could set up a stand, I’d be the first to make you an offer.” She pops a piece of pastry into her mouth. “I give it away.” Butch beekeeper Azira meets gardener Crowley over an order of three dozen lavender plants. Bees fly, and so do the sparks.

How to get fit in 9 days by DawnOfTomorrow (E)

Crowley had no interest in the gym. Only the nagging of his Dr made him even sign up - but it's the blonde weight lifter with the angelic smile that keeps him coming back. Not that anything will come of it - Aziraphale is probably, maybe straight, and absolutely definitely not interested in the stuttery gay mess that Crowley turns into when he's in sight.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #ineffable partners #strong aziraphale #adult omens #human au #mod d

[myobsessionsspace]

Honestly, I don't even have anything to ask. I was just rewatching the flying yoga episodes a couple days ago. And Jikook were just fjqsmqlseifjk in this one. So cute. So soft.

Jimin looks SO FREAKING SOFT in this one, I don't get it, HOW ??? How do you do it Jimin? tell me your secret?

And Jungkook was so freaking cute, I want to cry. He had so much fun, and it was perfect for him. I'm so glad they had an activity that he was the one to chose.

That's it, that's the ask. I love them. I miss them.

Hi Lovely,

Thank you for this! Ugh, I love rewatching content to give me that serotonin boost🥹

The other day I was rewatching jikook’s vlog diaries they did and I was telling my friends how cute and awkward they were! Growing from young boys to seasoned industry men.

It’s so nice that they still have kept the essence of them no matter how many years in front of a camera.

Even when playing around they’re just 🥹

Like ‘Run! BTS’ has 150+ episodes and still years later, with the special episodes they did, it was just as fun, chaotic and just THEM!

That episode(s) you mentioned was soo fun! Like we didn’t get our pole dancing episode that was thrown out there, but this is kinda what I would have imagined that to be.

Like are we surprised Jimin, class president in school for years, was the one that did the demonstrations with the instructor?

Fetus 3J 🥹

Look at him 😩 Soft, yes, but firm and strong where it counts too.

Jungkook was in his element this episode as well. That guy is an energiser bunny for real! Was he still for more than a minute the whole episode?? I love him but lordy the members and Jiminie have so much energy for him 😅

I’d need frequent naps around his energy 😩

Mister ‘I can handle it’, having fun with his KooKoo San. Those two are a match in every sense😂

It was such a fun episode watching them all try, fail, succeed, have fun and look good 😜

This is why we love them, they make fantastic music, are smart, gorgeous and GOOFY😍

Namjoon & Yoongi giving perfection flying yoga 😂

I know the members, specifically Tae, Yoongi & Jungkook have talked about maybe an ‘In The Soop’ or ‘Bon Voyage’ after 2025, but I really need more ‘Run! BTS’ tooooo

In the meantime I’m still rewatching the episodes like you. I started but I’m only at like the 50’s so still lots to get through until our 7 return 💪

Thank you for this, loved it

💜

Run Episodes Mentioned/Shown

Part 1

Part 2

#Jikook #Anonymous Asks

[wynnyfryd]

AO3 first lines

rules: post the first lines of your 10 most recently published AO3 stories. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

a masterpiece of art, it’s true | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 3, M, 3k

In the three minutes it takes them to get from the couch to Steve’s bedroom, Eddie seems to remember that he’s completely worn out from the combination of whiskey and coming so sweetly all over Steve’s tongue. Steve licks his lips, savors the evidence still lingering in his mouth, and tries not to look too over the moon when Eddie flops back onto his mattress with an exhausted huff.

stupid fucking star stuff | stardust au, M, 3.4k (in progress)

“Munson, stop tongue-fucking my merch displays,” Guy scolds him, shoving Eddie away from the glass he’s been drooling over. His beloved is laid out inside the case, lit up from behind like some fair maiden sleeping in a mystical wood, just waiting for her one true love to come and plant some sick riffs on her gleaming body.

“I’d be so good to you, baby,” Eddie whispers to the guitar, fingertips trailing over the glass lid.

relax (that’s that) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 2, E, 2.6k

The bats are choking him. One of the stupid little fuckers has its tail around his throat, and three more curl around his thrashing limbs, sinking their teeth into the soft flesh of his belly, gnawing their way through to the good bits, the muscle and sinew and his fucking intestines and—

“—Eddie!” Steve shouts, shaking his shoulders with his big warm hands

relax (lay back) | yogi steve x adhd eddie pt 1, E, 12k

“Eddie!” Steve calls out playfully as he weaves his way through the rows of mats, surveying the class’s posture. “Get those buns out of the air, come on, now.”

So yeah, becoming weirdly close friends with his former sort-of nemesis turned yoga instructor crush in the wake of surviving unspeakable evils together is, uh…

It’s going horribly.

TITS! magazine | exactly what the title says lmao, E, 11.8k

Now, this is a story all about how

My life got flipped turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute

Just sit right there

I'll tell you how I came on the tits of a guy with great hair

No Son of Mine | hurt-comfort, M, 4.4k

I seen those boys kissing boys

Open-mouth in the street

But I raised my son to be a righteous man

I made it clear to him what fear of God means

The path we walk is only narrow and straight

No son of mine will wander astray

- Desert, Brand New

Steve shows up at Eddie’s door at 8:46pm.

i’ll stop the world and freeze with you | ice skating drabble, G, 617

Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.

The Great Scavenger Hunt of 1986 | christmas fluff, T, 7.9k

“Steve,” Dustin calls as he skids into the Harrington kitchen on Christmas Eve Eve with his muddy shoes still on.

babysitters and book signings | famous author eddie au, G, 4.4k

Eddie’s not staring. The man currently shepherding a gaggle of college kids up to his booth is tall and blond and tan with wire glasses perched on his freckled nose and biceps that threaten to burst right out of his silly striped polo shirt, and Eddie is a professional who meets thousands of fans at conventions every year and he’s. not. staring.

patience is a virtue | edging pwp, E, 1.7k

Steve’s gonna fucking die. He’s close to planning his funeral arrangements at this point, absently running through a list of florists and pianists he might still know from his church days, desperate for a distraction because—

“Keep your hips still, sweetheart,” Eddie chides, forearm like a crowbar over Steve’s jolting hips as he pins him down again.

thank you for the tag @infinite-orangepeel 💜 tagging @gorgeousgreymatter-x @steddielations @aidaronan and anyone else who wants to play

#steddie #steddie fic #my fics #tag game #ao3 tag game

[gisellelx]

This scene has definitely officially hit the cutting room floor; there's now absolutely no way it can come back into the fic so I'm dropping it here as an actual real honest-to-goodness outtake in the original, "cut from this story" sense of the word.

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The locker rooms at the rec building were expansive; with dozens of rows of freshly-painted lockers with dark wooden benches spread between them. Apparently, if you wanted, you could rent a locker for the year for a hundred dollars or so, but most of the lockers were open for borrowing. I stashed my backpack inside one, and affixed my freshly-purchased combination lock on the outside.

The mat and bag were also brand new. I asked Kelsey if there was a good exercise store downtown, and, once she finished laughing, she pointed out that the bookstore on Liberty sold plenty of yoga supplies.

“And this has nothing whatsoever to do with Will Edward,” she’d said.

“Aside from him reminding me the classes existed? You’ve seen me. Balance is not my strong suit. People have been telling me to do yoga for years.”

Her smirk had been instantaneous.

“Sure. Well, you let me know how it goes, seeing that body in yoga pants.”

I’d decided to start with the noontime one, which seemed likely to have more students. I hadn’t been completely lying that it wasn’t just for Carlisle—my therapists had suggested over and over that I try yoga; that it would bring my mind away from struggling over information about Edward and would calm my body. I just had never had any reason to do it. But our student fees paid for our access to the three gyms, and to all the classes therein.

I had no sooner stepped into the hall when I met Nabil, because I had of course I had run the same idea past him, a week ago.

He had just glowered.

“Fine,” he’d said. “See if there is a two-for-one on mats.”

“Two?”

He gave me a withering look. “Bella, there is absolutely no way you are taking yoga with the Asshole by yourself. I believe every word of what you said about what did not happen when he spent the night, I promise. But I also promise that dude has a dick, and you are someone he would definitely want to…” He pulled himself up short. “So yeah. I’m coming along.”

So now he was here, standing in the hallway in shorts and a tank top, with a mat rolled under his arm. I gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Thanks for doing this,” I said.

He rolled his eyes. “You are crazy. But I am coming to love crazy.”

We went into the studio. It was a basic gym, but with a dance barre and mirrors across one wall. Other students were setting up their mats; I picked a spot toward the back of the room, where we’d have a chance to see the instructor do the poses before we attempted them. Google told me that Ashtanga practice differed from Vinyasa in that Ashtanga was a set sequence of poses; I had at least looked at them ahead of time—they didn’t look too terribly difficult, at least not for the first sequence. The only difference I had found on YouTube seemed to be in the proficiency of the people who were actually practicing it. I was fairly certain I would not be putting my nose between my legs any time soon.

We were stretching on our mats when Carlisle entered the room. At least sixty percent of the heads snapped up, male and female alike. He was dressed like a true yogi, wearing a pair of tight, thigh-length shorts and a gray tank top, neither one of which left very much to the imagination.

Nabil was right. Carlisle definitely had…the requisite equipment.

#one day the sun will rise #fanfic #my fic #will edward #one of my favorite parts of this fic #that was entirely organic in the writing #is that bella's friends have nicknamed Carlisle #Equal Opportunity Asshole #or The Asshole for short

[princesspumpkinseed]

This morning, I posed myself the question ‘is the weather as it should be?’ ‘Is there anything evil about the rain?’ Well, what an absurd question. I’d doubt that there’s anything evil about the rain or shine since both fluctuate in harmony to nourish the soil, plants, and allow life on earth. The same is for me. I should stop worrying about whether I’m doing the right thing in any one moment, if my diet was perfect today, if I was supposed to do yoga or pilates, etc. I need to consider the bigger picture: it’s in alignment with my goals that I study because my big picture includes interacting with other people about maths, because it interests me, because I dream about graduating in a pretty white dress. There’s no correct time to do it - I can just do my best whenever it suits me and try to make decisions which, as a whole, encourage my studies. Equally, there’s no right or wrong in the moment. If I don’t find what I did in a particular minute to complement my values and goals, then I have many more minutes to embrace the sunrise or read books or laugh with friends or anything else which makes me proud to be myself.

Today has been full of beautiful things, and yes I finished that work which I wanted to complete! I’m certainly going to have a cosy night in: having just finished up at the library, I have made myself a camomile tea flavoured with manuka honey and vanilla and posed myself in front of my laptop to have a recap. After this, I plan to put on my pumpkin facemask from The Body Shop, to do some cushy yoga (hopefully to reduce the muscle soreness which I’ll have tomorrow as much as possible), and to give my book some much-needed attention.

Aerobics is never what I expect: today’s session was rather a circuit training session, perhaps even more intense than last week. The instructor took my advice to have a rock playlist to keep us pumped and it worked its magic: if there’s anything which will convince me to do a burpee, it’s Black Betty by Ram Jam. I always do love some squats but my outer thighs and glutes are complaining, despite my having mobilised myself regularly to prevent stiffness.

The only thing which has really bothered me today is missing my boyfriend. I have a beautiful life of my own, but I would like to be a bit more relevant in his life in France. Nevertheless, it made me feel strangely closer to him knowing that we both ordered sushi this evening. It’s silly, I know, but my smile is effortless as I type this.

#That Girl #healthy #healthy eating #healthy food #health and fitness #health and wellness #clean eating #eat clean #eat your veggies #clean girl

[terrence-silver]

i know you’ve talked about terry not wanting beloved involved with the dojo but i simply still must ask for your thoughts on a protege martial artist beloved. i used to do competitive martial arts and we were trained one-on-one a Lot. Intro classes are groups but advanced/specialized training was individual and man. the emotional intimacy of a teacher/student scenario but also the physical intimacy of dedicated martial arts training… when you do warm-up stretches and they’re trying to actually increase your flexibility they have the instructor sit across from you, with your legs open, and they place their feet on either side sort of in the calf area and push your legs apart for you so that you can go deeper into the stretch. and then sometimes they will grab your wrists and pull you too, or come up behind you when you’re doing like a butterfly stretch or a split and put both hands splayed on your lower back to push you forwards. like there’s so much potential here,,, tell me he wouldn’t relish in being able and even outright encouraged to devote literally all of his time to one special student. there are a thousand million plausibly deniable excuses for physical contact and i am convinced he would make ample use of every single one of them. and then sparring? oh my god. do not even get me started. i know terry is vehemently against other people hurting beloved but i can’t help but think he might enjoy hurting her himself; not like causing her any actual real harm but just. being rough with her, leaving bruises, pushing her limits and knocking her down over and over knowing she’s going to keep coming back for more, knowing she /wants/ this, and seeing her commitment to the sport and to the dojo as an extension of her devotion to him. anyway idk how cohesive this is but if it’s appealing as a premise to u at all i’d adore hearing your Thoughts

Terry would adore private lessons with beloved that are all for him.

Contorting.

Shaping beloved's body.

Using stress positions.

Massaging as a reward.

Molding their muscles to yield to him.

Respond to him.

Namely, I don't think he'd ever let any other Sensei in any other dojo, not even those he specifically employs, touch, knead, stretch or hurt beloved. Teach them a thing, least of all teach them Karate. That is, validly, an unique privilege that belongs to him and him alone --- he isn't a Master that likes sharing, and the line between exercise, roleplay, the positions of the Kama Sutra, sadism, erotica, BDSM and seduction very much blur. Beloved doesn't even have to be trained in martial arts. They don't have to be nimble. Flexible. Or apt for sport the way he is. He relishes in them being weaker in strength than him, that much is a given, because of how easily they can be overpowered and left at his mercy. The act of merely having his hands on them, making them his puppet on a string and employing sheer physicality on their body is legitimately all Terry wants, alongside the delicious pleasure and pain that comes with it, like someone squishing something soft possessively in the palm of their hand on the dojo mat --- and if they are already trained, by him, of course, in this private bubble where it is hard to tell if this is a prelude to sex or warm-up Kata, then that is simply an extra route open for him to sweetly pester them, playfully wrestling beloved, pinning them down, teasing and circling them, chiding them once they're disarmed. Now, how much of a competent fighter beloved would be is up for debate, because this is less about teaching and more about flirtation through the guise of teaching, a dash of sado-masochism, a dash of intimacy, a dash of dominance and submission and a dash of Terry flaunt his own physical capabilities to beloved, like someone preforming a mating dance. In the end, whatever Terry does to beloved during these 'classes', be it roleplay or taking the role of their willing yoga instructor and lover with a penchant for pressure points and the limitations of discomfort and that delicious sensual throb, it is a way for him to bond with beloved.

Explore and temper every inch of their body.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

[simgrump]

Gen One, Day Fifty-Four

After the class was over, Robyn turned slightly back and forth, feelings muscles she swore she never felt before. She was going to be sore in the morning, but the good type of sore. This was especially what she wanted to start doing, to try and stay healthy and able to do things. Lately she’d found herself having trouble keeping up with the kids and their energy and fitness. 

“Thanks so much for the class,” Robyn told the instructor as she started heading past him towards the door. 

His face lit up as he shot back, “Hey, yeah, you’re welcome! You were doing great out there.” 

Robyn chuckled, doubting very much how great she was. He made it look so easy while she felt like she was going to face plant at any second. “Thanks.” 

“You know, I teach several classes like this all week long, I’d love to see you come back to one of them,” he coaxed and Robyn considered it for a moment. She really did want to start up something like this, or at least a fitness routine to try and get back into shape. 

“Yeah, maybe,” she agreed, honestly considering signing up for it. 

The instructor nodded before he said, “Here, uh, why don’t I give you my phone number in case you have any questions,” he looked around for a piece of paper, their phones in lockers back in the locker room, and wrote his number down for her. “My name’s Jeb, by the way.” 

“Robyn,” she smiled back at him. 

“Robyn,” he repeated, a smile on his face. “Well, it was really nice meeting you, Robyn. I hope to hear from you.” Robyn held up the paper with a smile on her face and it didn’t occur to her until after she left the yoga room that maybe he wasn’t just interested in getting her to sign up for another class. 

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[postmodern-sleaze]

California

Just don’t think about anything, shrilled the blonde yoga instructor, in what I imagined was an outfit recently purchased from Lululemon. Think about nothing at all! She had probably bought those pants online and instantly ripped them out of their packaging. It was always the people with the least self-restraint who most imposed their commands on others, or so I thought as I remained compliant, perfectly inert like her mail-ordered pants — except that my body was grimly contorted on the floor, not pristinely folded in a box. If I had helped myself to a free can of San Pellegrino — blood orange, in this case — the studio deserved that much. 

What they could not control, however, was my mind. The blonde woman had a way of making me feel adolescent, to the degree that I delighted in the cheapest mode of defiance. My thoughts, as usual, went in several meandering directions. Most of them were a teeming, bitter resentment towards the yoga instructor, who had done nothing but show up to her job. The rest had something to do with how I didn’t love Charlie any more, to the degree that I would still be angry with him in yoga class, and the ever-present question of how, exactly, I had found myself in a city that was nothing but palm trees and strip malls, a far cry from the cathedrals and museums I had taken for granted. Worst of all, it had somehow convinced me that I should “get buff” and “eat organically”. Lovingly or not, London had accepted all of my faults, which I gratefully reciprocated in kind; on the other hand, the Bay Area insisted that I constantly work on myself. After reading about supposed tech-driven orgies near Sand Hill Road, where I lived for over a year, I remember thinking that the rumours had to be false: surely people in the Bay were incapable of true decadence, or at least not the sort I was accustomed to. 

As for the reason why I’d gone to California, I had no complaint. I’d taken up a visibly prestigious postdoctoral position at a university I had never dreamt of visiting, and applied to as a casual afterthought. For most of my life, America had been a blur; it shocks me, now, that I had so thoroughly failed to distinguish between East and West, though Charlie had instilled in me a hyper-awareness of the South: how it was a regular occurrence for the grocery mart across his street to be attacked by men with submachine guns, how you couldn’t cross the street to get doughnuts because there were too many vehicle lanes, and how his brother had somehow cooked methamphetamine in their backyard, only to befriend white supremacists in prison. Scrolling wildly, I inspected my new state of employment in a euphoric haze, realising only there and then that I would have the chance to live like the people on TV, with their superfoods, protein shakes, and expensive weekend athleisure. I’d briefly contemplated living in San Francisco and commuting to campus, on the Caltrain that roared and shook and blared its horn, so unlike the gentle and unreliable National Rail, but abandoned the notion after trusting reports that the city was literally covered in human shit. 

Discipline and control, mindfulness and meditation. It wasn’t like I was a creature of violent passions, but I could not withstand any more emptiness. Everything was empty, down to my room in the uninspiring duplex, shared with professional American women who behaved as though they were high schoolers and routinely visited Disneyland, and it seemed like the emptiness that roared deafeningly in my head was carefully surveilled and maintained by external forces. The Russian software engineer who’d taken me to the Google music studio and failed to induce in me the capacity to play a complicated piano duet with him. (He’d tried his best not to bark at me as I went repeatedly off-rhythm and hit all the wrong keys, before we tacitly agreed that awkward silence was far preferable to unnecessary tension.) The Persian start-up entrepreneur who’d pick me up too late at night, only for us to vape wordlessly in deserted parking lots while his ex-girlfriend tried to call him over and over again. The Mexican artist who’d sharply ordered me to keep my voice down when we were fucking in his studio. Whoever it was, it seemed that everyone in my life — yoga instructor included — gate-kept a source of interminable vapidity, a concerted muting of emotion that might crush me someday, if I didn’t get away from it in time.

[hornime]

home workout | bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

“i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

warnings: 18+, sub!bokuto, jealous!reader (i mean who wouldn’t be when bokuto, your goddamn boyfriend, is perceived by other people the fuck), also lowkey possessive!reader, lotsa licking and sucking, nipple play, some praise (from reader) and some begging, brief mention of dacryphilia, kinda soft at the end

w/c: 1.5k sheesh

a/n: bokuto brainrot has me in literal tears. him being completely clueless to people flirting w him cus he doesn’t recognize romance from anyone but you has me so soft. i luv this man w my whole heart !!!!! ALSO THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON THE BAKUGO FIC I JUST ABOUT SHIT MY PANTS WOOWWOWO

you weren’t an idiot. you knew that your boyfriend was attractive in literally every aspect of the word. he was sweet, patient, and kind, and what he lacked in academic smarts was made up tenfold in his emotional maturity and ability to read people. big and beefy, bokuto was all yours and all you wanted to stay trapped within his arms forever. unfortunately, to maintain the figure you adored so much and stay in shape for the volleyball season, he had to leave the four walls of your shared bedroom far more than you liked, having a daily obligation to spend a few hours at the gym.

once again, you weren’t an idiot. the few times that your work schedule and his training schedule aligned, you’d been able to work out together. and despite your knowledge of just how good-looking bokuto was and the fact that other people could perceive him (much to your chagrin) you were shocked at just how much people shamelessly flirted with him. 

cute girls with matching leggings and sports bras practically clung to his biceps, gushing about how strong he was and how he could probably pick them up with just one hand. their incessant giggling, mesmerizing hair twirling, and teasing touches pissed you off to no end, and you’d tug your boyfriend away before their breasts got too close to him for your liking.

something else you noticed was that, no matter how blatantly obvious the girls seemed to be, the guys were somehow worse, flirting through terms you couldn’t even understand. they compared deadlift weights, bicep curls, hip thrusts; you gritted your teeth thinking about whether they’d ever compared cock sizes in the locker room—you wouldn’t put it past those thirsty gym rats. sneaky bastards.

and bokuto, of course, was oblivious to it all. how could you blame him—he was so used to being adored! you knew that, to him, all of their praises paled in comparison to yours, but you couldn’t help but feel jealous. he was all yours—should be all yours—and you hated sharing him with the world.

you woke up saturday morning with a ringing in your ears, hand smacking the nightstand trying to turn off that god-awful alarm noise, bleary eyes barely able to focus on the text notification from your boyfriend.

[5:33 AM] kou: gm babe!!!! i didnt wanna wake u up cus u looked so peaceful! im heading to the gym rn. text me when ur up! love uu

[5:34 AM] kou: should be home around 9!! gym bud wants to show me something so i might be a little late for breakfast.

just to reiterate, you weren’t an idiot. for all the annoying flirting you noticed when you were with bokuto, there was no doubt in your mind that there must be a lot more when he was at the gym alone, which, unluckily for you, was most of the time since he was a freakin’ pro athlete and all.

you couldn’t prevent the pool of envy from swirling in your gut. gym bud? are you serious? who could that be? the girl with the arm tat or the dude with the dreads? no, maybe its that yoga instructor with the ass—

you shook your head, clearing your brain. you’d be here for hours if you went through everyone at that stupid gym that had ever shown interest in bokuto. the clock read 9:53 AM and the green flame in your body only burned brighter. just as you were about to call him and ask where he was, the front door slammed open.

“babe! i’m home!”

you silently put your phone down, teeth still clenching in jealousy. for some reason, hearing his voice only exacerbated the tension in your shoulders. you needed him. now.

“babe?” his voice creeped closer as he tread through the hallway towards the room. “you up?”

you peeked your head out of the doorframe, cheery voice masking your devilish intentions, “kou!"

his eyes brightened as he made eye contact with you and flashed his trademark smile. “hey! what’s u-” he took in the mischievous glint in your eyes “-p?”

you grabbed his burly forearm, yanking him behind you and walking towards him, forcing him to stumble and fall back on the bed. “wait! i’m all gross and sweaty,” he said, “gym showers were broke-”

“i don’t care. take off your shirt.”

“wow, someone’s eager. missed me that much?”

“watch it,” you glared. “i’m not in the mood, kou.”

he gulped at the dominance radiating from your voice, scrambling to take off the t-shirt that stretched between his pecs perfectly. with the fabric off and throw haphazardly to the side, he looked to you expectantly, the epitome of innocence.

your eyes wandered over his sculpted chest, the remnants of a soft sheen of sweat from his workout making it shine in the sunlight pouring through the blinds. your heart stuttered in your chest—he looked like an angel. coupled with the way with his bottom lip was tucked under his front teeth and the wide, anticipating look in his eyes, fuck. you almost smiled how blessed you felt in that moment, to see him in such a raw, alluring position, before a jarring thought caused your lips to twitch back into a frown.

everyone else can see him, too.

your eyes hardened. maybe they can see him all big and strong, you thought, but they’ll never get to see him like this: submissive.

and so fucking sensitive.

within an instant, your lips were latched on the soft spot above his collarbone, causing him to whimper in pleasure. you continued to travel along his throat, slowly working your way to the other side of his neck and crossing back to nibble at his adam’s apple.

you unexpectedly pulled away, drawing a short whine from him, before repositioning yourself so that you were straddling his outstretched legs. slowly, starting from the hem of his shorts, you dragged your tongue between the ridges of his abs, moving up towards his pecs, tasting the saltiness of his sweat and feeling the muscles tense underneath.

“fuck,” he groaned. as your lips puckered around one of his peaked nipples, he uncontrollably jerked his hips up, inadvertently rubbing his sensitive cock between your legs. overwhelmed by the sensation, he moaned. “fuck.”

“you taste good,” you muttered, grazing your teeth over his other nipple. “just wanna taste you all the time. you’d let me, right?”

thoughts muddled by just how good everything felt, he nodded mindlessly. “i’d let you do- do anything. anything you wan’ to me. i’m yours. all- all,” his voice raised a few octaves as the inside of your thighs brushed past his cockhead, “yours. all yours.”

you paused. raising your head from his chest, you made eye contact with him, so intense he almost closed his eyes to shield himself from the blaze burning in your dilated pupils. “why’d you stop,” he begged, “i want more. feels so good and i wan’ mor-”

“say it again,” you demanded. “tell me that you’re mine.”

his eyes, glossed over and prickled with tears precariously close to falling, squeezed tightly as he spoke, unable to control the growing volume of his voice. “’m all yours. always. all yo- yours.” he gasped as you resumed your movements, pinching the sensitive skin around his v-line while fervently leaving sloppy kisses on his chest. 

“good boy.”

he keened at your praise. another light touch to his cock combined with the passage of your mouth had him trembling, and his breath hitched as he cried out in warning, tears now flowing freely over his flushed cheeks. “m’ gonna cum, ‘m gonna, gonna cum.”

“yeah?” you whispered, lips brushing against his strained abs. “go ahead then.”

“fuck!” he whined, blabbering as you sat back and watched in awe of the beauty before you, a big strong man like him reduced to nothing more than a moaning mess. “fuck, fuck—you always make me feel so, s-so go-od, fuck i love you.”

with soaked shorts and an exhausted sigh, he dropped his head back onto the plush comforter of the bed. you flattened your palms on his quivering body, reeling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. he panted, running his fingers through your hair before nudging your face to look at him, staring at you with an expression of pure bliss and adoration. he studied you for a bit before declaring with a soft smile, “you’re the best. so fuckin’ happy that i’m yours.”

driven by affection, he sat up and reached his arms around your waist, snuggling his chin over your shoulder and mashing your chests, yours clothed and his naked, together. “kou wait!” you shrieked. “you’re all sweaty again! it’s gross!”

he chuckled. as if you hadn’t been spoiling him by licking it up just a few minutes ago. “you’re right. i‘m probably sweating more now than i was after my workout.”

at that, your ears perked up. “well maybe you should do home workouts more often then,” you teased.

“you’re right,” he repeated with a grin, “maybe i should.” if it meant more mornings like these, he’d forego the gym in a heartbeat. 

that night, he canceled his gym membership. after all, he reasoned, it’s offseason anyway.

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[theunholygrails]

Foolish Games Part 2

Masterlist

A/N: Introducing new characters and some drama! Percy is still sexy as ever :'(.

Warnings: BJ

I woke up to a door slamming so hard it joined the symphony of my pounding headache. I groaned, hoisting myself over the back of the couch to investigate to intrusion. A brunette head of long sweeping hair rushed through the foyer, barreling towards the kitchen. A familiar mop of black hair hurried after.

Reyna was speaking so fast in Spanish my brain scrambled to keep up. I noted lots of curse words followed by a series of sentences too fast I was surprised she even knew what she was saying. Percy was answering in slow measured words, probably fighting a hangover of equal measure. I ducked behind the back of the couch, reaching for my phone plugged in on the coffee table.

It was noon. 2% battery and a couple messages from friends. Nothing from my ex thank gods. Five from Annabeth being nosey. I opened my uber app, squinting in the sunlight breaking through the cream curtains. I managed to get my driver secured.

A door slammed and I winced, peaking to check that they were in another room. I did not immediately spot my dress in the chaotic. I grimaced remembering the midnight swim. When I sat up I finally noticed the white tshirt I wore and the basketball shorts. And then I went rigid remembering what happened after the swim.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

Now I really had to get out of this house. I checked the arrival time of my driver. Three minutes away. Great. I made my way on shaky knees to the large wooden front door. My keys were still in the collection dish. I grabbed them quietly and turned the door handle a fraction of an inch before another door slammed open and Reyna came barreling back into the foyer, brown eyes landing promptly on my guilty ass. Behind her, Percy pursed his lips into a thin line and raised both of his hands to lay on top of his head. His biceps strained nicely against the thin t shirt.

“The fuck is this?” Reyna whispered.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” I babbled.

“It’s just Noa, Rey. Gods,” Percy said.

“I can see that, Percy!” She snapped. I was glad her spear was not strapped across her back this morning. “Why is she sneaking out of my house in your clothes?”

“People were swimming last night. Her clothes got wet.”

“I’m sure the fuck they did.”

“Zeus, Rey! You ended it with me. Why does it even matter?”

“Because I still fucking love you! I’m sorry, okay?” She burst out crying and Percy instantly pulled her against his chest. The memory of being in those arms drove me out the door like a nest of hornets.

~~~~

“I’m just saying. You have nothing to feel sorry for,” Annabeth paused to sip her iced coffee. “Unless they get back together and then you sleep with him. But as of right now, you’re good. Trust me. Been on the Percy train. We’re still friends. You’ll get over it. Just a harmless rebound for both of you.”

I groaned, laying my chin on the cool metal table parked outside our favorite coffee shop positioned between our New York apartments. Just two Manhattan women enjoying their Sunday afternoon. The air was cooling as fall neared. I pulled my baseball cap closer to the top of my sunglasses.

“Should I call him?”

“Maybe tomorrow. Let him deal with his relationship drama. Reyna is a lot to deal with. Still nothing from fuckface?”

“Nope and that’s fine.”

“Good for you. We will hydrate you, get you a good dinner, hit the gym before work in the morning and then get back on our bad bitch mental track. Agreed?”

~~~~

“Good Monday, yogis,” I chirped from my desk at the corner of my studio.

The third class was beginning to trickle in and I was settling into my rhythm. Hot yoga was next and hopefully I would sweat out all the negativity I’d allowed lately. I was in the middle of emailing back a potential client when someone rapped at the wood of my desk. I glanced up to a blonde male who waved gently.

“Heya, sansei Noa,” he said.

“That’s karate. Can I help you?”

“Do you do trial classes?”

I hit send on my email and closed my laptop. The guy was built like a poser with the defined muscles and chiseled jaw but his voice was soft and tempered. He was clean shaven and dressed like a basic gym bro.

“Normally you have to schedule them beforehand because of class size,” I gave my standard answer.

“Right, my bad. Sorry. I was just passing by the front and it looked like the kind of place I needed right now. Can I go ahead and pick a date then?”

I was staring too long into his pale blue eyes, honed in on the polite response. A nice change from the daily demanding consumers. “You know what? Ive got space right now if you like? Have you ever done hot yoga?”

A brilliant white smile showcasing sharp canines. “My favorite.”

“Perfect. I just need a name, number and email to get you a file started.”

He leaned large hands on my desk. “It’s Luke Castellan.”

Before he could give the contact information, I cut him off. “Wait. I know you.” His tanned skin paled significantly.

“I…”

“You’re supposed to be dead!” I blurted out.

His eyes skated around the room and he leaned in closer. “That’s not supposed to be public knowledge. I assume you’re a demigod?”

“Luke, you trained me. We took fucking sculpting together. The Apollo table was right next to the Hermes one for fuck’s sake.”

He winced. I heard a murmuring from the rest of my class I was disturbing with my volume. I collected my shock finally. “Take a seat if you want. We should talk after class. I need to start.”

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry Noa.”

I waved him off and walked over to my yoga mat. I sat cross legged and drew in an even breath to smooth out my emotions.

It was a slow 30 minute class. Each pose and movement dragged on. Finally, I dismissed the group and nodded Luke outside. He was waiting on the bench outside of the studio I split renting with a few other instructors. I sat next to him, wiping sweat from my face with the towel slung over my pink sports bra.

“Alright, talk,” I said.

“Not much to say. I was given a second chance at my hearing. Here I am. Starting over.” A shrug of well-defined shoulders. The muscles flexed beneath his gleaming sweat. His red tank top stuck to his chest and stomach. “I wish I remembered you, truly. That time is such a blur in my life.”

“It’s ok. You were a lot older than me and to be honest I had a massive crush on you so I probably hid most of the time.”

A surprised smile slipped across his lips. “I’m assuming the betrayal helped you get over that?”

I laughed outloud, slapping his knee. “No shit! So where are you staying these days?”

“Just around the corner actually. Got a job at the local gym.”

“Yeah I bet the fuck you did.” I squeezed his forearm between both of my hands. I wanted to roll my eyes at me falling back into my school girl giddy at him. Betrayal of the gods aside. He was even more gorgeous than ever. The scar down his face gave him a dark sexy vibe. Like a bad boy even though he claimed he was rehabbing himself now.

“So how, did you feel about the class?”

“I mean, I’d like to sign up for it a couple times a week, that’s for sure. And I’d like to take you out to dinner to make up for not remembering a beauty like you.”

I almost bit my cheek biting out the response of “Yes!”

“You’ve got my number,” he said, chuckling quietly. “I’ve got to get to work.” He shouldered his gym bag and excused himself.

The bike back to my apartment was spent reliving my tween fantasies about bad boy Luke. I opened my apartment door and screeched seeing a man sitting at my kitchen counter. Percy turned to face me.

“You know you live in New York? You should really lock that.”

“It was!” I snapped.

A quick grin. “Yeah. But it was easy to break into.”

I dropped my bag onto the floor and brushed past him to get a protein shake from the fridge. “I have to shower and get prepared for my night classes.” I told him.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t call earlier.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

He paused, studying my face in the shitty lighting of the single bulb hanging between us over the counter. “Are we good, Noa?”

“Of course. What’s a little head between friends?”

“Okay…I can’t read you. Can you not play tough just for a minute?”

I chugged the shake and set the bottle down between us. I leaned my arms on the chilled counter, bun knocking against the light. “Honestly, Percy. I’m fine. We are good.”

“Reyna moved back in.”

“You’re engaged again?”

I drank from the empty bottle to give myself something to do. He watched me with those green eyes. He’d known me for far too long. He was nearly impossible to deceive, but I was determined today. The fact that I had dreamt of fucking him two consecutive nights was irrelevant if he was off the table. Even if his lips did look incredibly juicy tonight. Even if they had done near illicit things to me just nights ago.

“I don’t know. She said she wanted to work on things. And it’s her dad’s house, so I can’t ask her to go and I don’t want to go to my mom’s and admit defeat.”

“You know you could stay here, Perc.”

He worked his jaw silently, then rubbed his hands over his face. “Thanks. I do know. Even if we aren’t officially back together, I think we should work on it…” he trailed off.

“And not tell her about you eating me out?” I leaned closer because I was mean to both him and myself. Because I knew this top combined with this angle gave him a simple opportunity. And he took it.

His tongue slid out between his lips as his eyes flicked down, stayed, then dragged deliberately back up. “Probably not,” he agreed.

For a long moment neither of us said anything. He had more to lose now than me. We were no longer on equal playing fields. So, I left the ball in his court. “I’m going to go shower.”

I was done washing in the first ten minutes. The second ten was giving him a little wiggle room to decide. I had my hand on the faucet to cut off the water that was beginning to go cold when I heard the door creak open. I watched through the fogged glass, catching a hold of my breath. I watched as he tugged his shirt off. My stomach flipped over itself when he reached for his jeans. What had I done?

The opening door let in a rush of cool air, perking my skin to attention. My eyes raked unapologetically over his naked, aroused body. His dark hair quickly slicked against his stubble covered jaw. His eyes were no longer the sea green but murky like the deep water of the ocean.

“Hey,” he said quietly, cautiously.

“Hey,” I giggled, reaching out to touch his rough jaw. He winced, catching my hand with his. “We probably shouldn’t kiss again.”

“Sure, whatever you want, Percy. What can I do to you?”

He groaned, turning his mouth into my palm, scraping teeth against the vulnerable skin. “Touch me,” he said.

My free hand instantly planted against his chest, scraping at the muscle. His eyes fluttered closed, head tilting back to expose his throat. I slid my other hand into his thick hair, tugging it tightly between my fingers and pulling to grant myself more access to the strong column of his neck. I bit it first, backing him into the tiled wall when he shuddered. I kissed over the reddening skin and moved my hands to his flat stomach, feeling the shuddered breaths beneath my touch.

“Like this?” I asked.

His reply was unintelligible. I kissed down his chest, moving my hand lower still as I went. When my fingers brushed over the v-line of his hips, I shifted my route away from the center and to his thighs. An annoyed grunt escaped his lips. “Hush,” I scolded, getting my knees under me. The now cold water was hitting the back of my neck and flowing down my body. I placed my hands on the inside of both his thighs, trailing them upwards and upwards until he nearly contorted when I gripped him. He let out a scandalous string of curses that quickly turned to moaning silence when I took him into my mouth.

He unraveled in minutes and I let him cum all over the breasts I had teased him with earlier. I rose in front of him, my own rosy cheeks mirroring his. “Now we’re even.”

#percy jackson smut #percy jackson fanfiction #percy jackson #logan lerman smut #logan lerman fanfiction

[storiesbyjes2g]

I didn't remember any of the poses, so my children and I followed the instructor together. My muscles didn't remember either and screamed at me for stretching them so much. The instructor was so fast, we could barely keep up with him! If this was the family friendly class, I'd hate to see what the beginner class is like. I wished I could see my kids' faces and gauge if they were enjoying it. We were all grunting and concentrating on keeping our balance, so it's possible they wouldn't like it. We'll debrief after.

The end of yoga routines is always my favorite part, not because it's over but because I love to lie there, breathing deeply and clear my mind. It's so peaceful! I hope my kids experience that peace. Adults often think kids don't have worries because they're young, resilient, and carefree, but I don't believe that at all. My children have been dealt an interesting hand. They didn't ask for this, and I'd be a fool to think they're not affected by our actions.

"Mama..."

"Huh?"

"It's over."

How embarrassing. "Oh. Help me up, son."

Luca said he enjoyed the class and would love to do it again. Alessia, again, was not impressed. I swear, I will find an activity she enjoys if it's the last thing I do!

#ISBI challenge #sims 4 story #sims 4 gameplay #sims story #adolting #Emerald Pope #Luca Winston Murillo #Alessia Amina Murillo #adolting gen 2

[darkandstormyart]

Xicheng fic recs

(figured i might make a list of my own)

(to be expanded as i dig out more treasure/remember stuff)

in no particular order:

Deep as the Yearning Night by FreckledStarKnight

“At first, it was pure chance. The second time was accidental. And the third time? Well, they say the third time’s the charm, after all. Lan Xichen discovers that Jiang Wanyin sings beautifully and is immediately enamored by it. His pursuit of Jiang Wanyin’s secret talent leads to a discovery and a series of events that he did not anticipate at all. Not that he’s complaining, of course. He got what he came for and more. Or, how two sect leaders get together through the song called love. CQL-verse.“

post-seclusion lxc

trying to get jc to sing

bonus lxc & jin ling feels i hadn’t considered before

cute

Always use protection by hesselives

“In which Lan Wangji attempts to hire a new bodyguard for his older brother, a well-known traveling exorcist. Jiang Wanyin doesn’t even make his carefully considered list of Top Ten Candidates, and yet here he is.

Lots of wandering in the countryside, distant yelling, and mildly inconvenient spirits.”

bodyguard au

honestly just really intersting worldbuilding

Rewrite the stars by Arashii

“Five great kingdoms have been fighting for years and when the kingdom of Yunmeng is destroyed, the Crown Prince Jiang Cheng vanishes.In Gusu, Lan Xichen makes an offer impossible for Jiang Cheng to refuse. His life or revenge? There’s only one option and Jiang Cheng swears loyalty to the man he hated the most his whole life, the Crown Prince of Gusu, Lan Xichen himself.Written for XiChengFest2020 - Day 4“

ROYALTY AU ROYALTY AU

enemies to lovers!

flashbacks! i love flashbacks so much ohmygod

No paths are bound by Arashii

“In seclusion, Lan Huan has the support of a ghost no one has seen since the massacre of Yunmeng Jiang. His feelings start changing with the often visits and conversations they share. Before Lan Huan can confess though, he ascends, leaving everything and everyone behind him.

Two hundred years later, back to the Human Realm and without powers, the Martial God Zewu-Jun has a mission to uphold. His Heavenly Calamity started. The clues are little and the support comes in the most unexpected form, the current Ghost King: Sandu Shengshou. Now they need to stick together to contain a menace that is slowly growing.“

TGCF AU TGCF AU

ghost king jiang cheng come on

doesn’t follow tgcf plot, just the setup so no spoilers

jiang cheng gets the dogs and the xichen he deserves

once upon a dream by cafedeolla

“Xicheng soulmate AU

An au where your dreams are small snippets of your soulmate’s day. They’d show small things like buying coffee, reading a book, or hanging out with people from their perspective.

The problem was that people always have expectations and Jiang Cheng knows he always falls short of them. Time and time again.“

soulmate au, but being soulmates is more a problem than a solution

misunderstandingssss all over the place

now with a squel (in progress?)

Lan Furen series by jagaimocchi

“Jiang Cheng leaves Lotus Pier before the Wen Internment Camp and before the destruction of his home. When he meets Lan Xichen on the run from the Wens after the burning of Cloud Recesses, his plan to live a peaceful life away from cultivation sects is quickly derailed. Now, free to make his own choices, he cannot find it in himself to leave the other man's side.

With love, patience and time, Jiang Cheng finds his own happiness and peace with his past.“

have you ever wanted a fic where jiang cheng peaces out from home in search for a better life, bc he’s Had Enough??? jags got you covered

adorable xicheng

good uncle-dad-figure Lan Qiren

ongoing <3

Just around the riverbend by JungleJelly

“One day.

Jiang Cheng just wanted one day of peace and quiet, away from home, away from his responsibilities, away from his idiot brother and his nutcases of a mother and father. Just a few hours alone — him and a boat and nothing else.

Clearly, that was too much to ask for.”

now with a new story in the series which is adorable too!!!

mermaid!lxc need i say more?

Bad ideas (where they lead) by JungleJelly

“Jiang Cheng is a busy man. Fortunately, he is also a huge pushover when it comes to his sister, so when she recommends that he start doing yoga, he agrees pretty easily.Featuring Lan Xichen in yoga pants, Jiang Cheng’s inability to handle a crush, and, perhaps most importantly, a big fluffy dog.“

done for 2020 MXTX MiniBang

yoga instructor Lan Xichen

Jiang Cheng is: struggling with a crush on the yoga guy from youtube & very angry about that

If there’s a price for rotten judgement by TheWanderingHeart

“All Jiang Cheng wants to do is, well... his job, really. Other than that? Keep the city safe, keep his nephew alive, keep his sanity intact (if possible).

So when his brother calls with unexpected news, he knows all of that is about to fly out of the window.

***

[Every instinct is telling him don’t ask, you don’t want to know. By this point, Nie HuaiSang has scooted closer to listen. Jiang Cheng takes a steadying breath and pulls out his antacids. “What did you do?”]”

superhero au, come on

jc just trying to do his job in peace

(he can’t)

i love it so much oh my god *sobs*

The Form of Boneless Ice by TheWanderingHeart

“Mythical beasts have long ago been driven to extinction by the gentry — hunted for sport, but more importantly for their magical cores. Since then, there remains only one creature that has never been caught. The Jiang’s retreated a long time ago. Abandoning land altogether, they sought safety where the humans could not reach.It all comes to a head though, purely by chance. (Or is it by fate that a spontaneous decision allows for them to meet? If fate were a rock!) Jiang Cheng suddenly finds his whole life balanced on the head of a pin — on the flimsy promise of a human boy. In his opinion, things cannot possibly get worse!(But then they do when the Wens decide it’s finally time to search for the elusive merpeople, and suddenly nowhere is safe.)“

there she goes again, with another beautiful xicheng story full of awwww and mythology

actually one of the first xicheng fics i read

i chose it because there were mermaids

painfully accurate takes on Jiang family dynamics

kids! lots of kids!

Let me Slytherin to Your Heart by TheWanderingHeart

“Jiang Cheng never thought he'd return to Hogwarts, but in hindsight, he probably should have known that someday he would.With his nephew about to start school, he reluctantly takes his good friend's bad parenting? career? advice and ends up tumbling head-first back into the madness that he hoped he'd left behind... and rediscovering some feelings he thought he'd left behind too.“

Harry Potter au!

just really fecking cute

lots of snakes

[I am not going to link all of Jo’s fics, though I probably could, just my 3 favourites. UOSB is there by default]

Talent Hunt Crew Finds Angry Guy Shouting On College Campus, Recruits Him For Vocal Projection Abilities by oh_fudgecakes

“Jiang Cheng, resident Angry Guy and heir to a conglomerate empire, has never been the apple of his father’s eye. Quashed under the shadow of his brilliant brother, the music prodigy Wei Wuxian, Jiang Cheng sees his chance to turn things around when he is recruited by the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt. One problem: he can’t sing to save his goddamn life.As he struggles to develop his nascent singing abilities, Jiang Cheng finds himself sucked into the whirlwind drama of reality TV, helped along by his adoring siblings, his irritable vocal coach Wen Qing, and strangely enough, the unfairly attractive host of the All-Stars Lan Talent Hunt, Lan Xichen. Somewhere in the glare of the stage lights and an unexpected first love, Jiang Cheng stumbles upon the thing he was searching for all along: the courage to dream — and to attempt the impossible.“

done for 2019 MXTX Big Bang

uuuuuuuuuuh i might have cried maybe

heartwarming? painful at times? lots of family love?

slowburn xicheng being lovely

The Provenence of Hope series by velithya

“A chance meeting on a night hunt sets a course of events into motion that will change everything. Featuring Xicheng getting together, recovery for Lan Xichen, healing for Jiang Cheng, and always, always, hope.“

got everything. feels. hope. love. ~~healing~~

A Small Measure of Peace by Sandstone112

“With his brother in seclusion, Lan Xichen finds himself in temporary custody of his nephew with little to no expertise in the child-raising department. Uncertain and alone, Zewu-Jun is willing to do everything to be the person Yuan needs—even if it means inviting Sandu Shengshou to a playdate.“

a loooot of adorable family times with jc and lxc taking care of their nephews

good grandpa lqr!

canon but fixed and less painful

🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋if you wish to avoid scurvy:🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Some day I’m gonna make you mine series by locketofyourhair

xicheng getting together through the years

friends with benefits but the real benefits are the friends we made along the way

Take me over (take me tonight) by velithya

jiang cheng has a tattoo and lan xichen doesn’t stand a chance

i'd be the sweet feeling of release (mankind now dreams of) by piyo13

two bros, chilling in a cave, no feet apart because they don’t want to lose their cultivation powers what are you gonna do

haven’t read yet and shame on me, but AM GONNA:

Upon Our Silver Bridge by TheWanderingHeart obviously

““When the path ignites a soul, there's no remaining in place. The foot touches ground, but not for long.” ― Hakim Sanai

**

Lan Xichen's sorrows have caught the attention of something. Unlike the adventures and foes they have faced before, there is no obvious enemy here to defeat. If this is the same thing they thought had taken Nie Mingjue's life, then he believes it is fated for him to die as well. Nothing can stop the black fire when it wants to burn.Jiang Cheng is sure his part in this is over. Wei Wuxian is back, his grand adventure concluded, and he'd never been at the centre of it anyway. So what does it matter what happens to him in the end? Slowly, he will come to realise that there will always be a battle to fight, a story to tell, a choice to make, and there is no such thing as an end to anything.“

it was difficult to do things in 2020 and few i regret not doing more than not reading uosb yet :’(

i will tho

Emergency Help Wanted by piyo13

“EMERGENCY HELP WANTED I lied when I got my job. I told them I had a kid so I could leave early from work to pick him up from daycare, take him to doctor's appointments, and occasionally miss a day when he's sick. Long story short, I'm in too deep. I didn't think it through. Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy ages four to six, longish dark hair, likes soccer. Must also be artistic as the macaroni noodle paintings I made seem a little advanced for his age. Also, I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of husband when dropping him off. He's a prosecuting attorney who often brings his work home. Message me for further details. Serious inquiries only.“

Running Our Hands Through Embers by MarvelousMar

“If asked, Jiang Cheng would compare falling in love with Lan Xichen to a moth inevitably drawn to a flame.It burned.***In which Jiang Cheng discovers that even death can't help him escape from his trauma, so he embarks on a quest to save the people he loves, fix what he can, make the love of his life fall for him, and maybe, somewhere along the way, do a little bit of healing.”

The Beginner’s Guide to Moving On by InvincibleMel

gone from ao3, but i think there’s a link with a pdf going around

#xicheng #fic rec #Jiang Cheng #lan xichen #mdzs #the untamed #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

By Your Doorstep (Part 6)

Summary: The reader’s relaxing plans for Dean at yoga class are anything but. However the rough evening turns out to be exactly the opposite when it helps Dean get over his fears...

Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 4,400ish

Warnings: language, smut, drugging & overdosing

A/N: Parts of this series are told from two different POV’s. Dean’s POV are written from limited third person. Reader’s POV are second person (like a typical reader insert). Enjoy!…

________

Reader’s POV

Two Weeks Later

“Yoga is exactly what I need,” you said, throwing your head back. You grabbed Dean’s arm as he chuckled on your way into the studio. “You don’t have work tomorrow right?”

“Nope. We are both off from now until next week. I can’t wait to give you girls a proper thanksgiving again,” he said, opening the door for you.

“Does family come or is it just friends?” you asked.

“Mostly friends. We uh...there’s a lot of crap that’s happened to a lot of us. Some have lost people. Some left bad situations like Sam and I did. My Uncle Bobby and Aunt Ellen will normally come though. They don’t talk to my parents anymore,” he said.

“Well I am looking forward to meeting anyone you consider family,” you said, showing him to your locker. “So you can put your coat and shoes in here and I will go get you a spare mat.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.”

You whistled as you went over to the front desk and got a rental for Dean, seeing some other people there for class.

“Hey Y/N. Been awhile,” said Kerri as you headed back to the lockers. 

“Yeah. Life’s been a bit crazy. I managed to get my boyfriend to come with tonight,” you said. “He could use with some relaxing too.”

“Oh is he cute?” she asked.

“Take a look for yourself,” you laughed as she walked in with you. Dean turned in your direction, gaze going right to Kerri. “Dean this is Kerri. She’s one of the instructors here.”

“You look so familiar,” she said to him. “Have we met?”

“Yes,” he said. He turned back to the locker and you saw him tense and start pulling on his winter boots again. “Y/N I got an emergency call. I need to take this.”

“Do you want me to…” you said, Dean walking out with his jacket under his arms. “Uh, sorry. He’s a doctor. There must be an emergency.”

“Oh no trouble. I definitely remember him now,” she grinned. You raised an eyebrow and she laughed. “It was a one night stand years ago. There was nothing to it. He was very fun to play with.”

“Fun to play with how?” you asked.

“Most guys aren’t into fingers...in places,” she said. You stared at her and she looked around. “Maybe it was just a phase. He was into all sorts of kinky shit.”

“Walk away,” you said as it dawned on you.

“What?”

���I said walk away before I punch you in the face.”

“Don’t be such a prude. He asked for-”

“He asked for you to stop. That’s assault what you did.” You clenched your fists, catching her size you up and down. She was tall but slim and didn’t have the muscle you did. 

“Wait in the car,” said Dean, his hands on your arms tugging you backwards. You glared up at him but he pushed you back towards the door. You grumbled and went outside, Dean returning less than a minute later with your coat and yoga mat. He tossed them in the backseat and drove off, pulling into a parking lot after a moment. “Y/N I don’t need you to defend me.”

“I wasn’t defending you. She pissed me off. I’m never going there again,” you said. You crossed your arms and he looked out the window, leaning his head against the glass. “I’m sorry that happened.”

“You didn’t know. I didn’t know. I never knew what she did for work,” he said.

“Can we just go home?” you mumbled. Fifteen minutes later you were in your bedroom, Tessa and Toast over Hailey’s, Sam out catching up with some friends. You tossed your yoga mat in the closet and ran your hands over your face.

“You did promise me yoga,” said Dean. You moved your hands down to catch him picking up the mat. “Show me?”

“I don’t know how to teach.”

“A few moves then,” he said. He held out his hand and you took it, following him out to the bedroom. You laid out the mat in the open space, pausing when Dean took off his shirt and tossed it aside. He stood by the end of the mat with a smile and shrugged. “What’s up first, boss?”

“We’ll do a little light stretching,” you said. You stood at the opposite end, Dean matching you work your arms and legs a bit. “Let’s just do a little three move circuit. Pretty beginner stuff. Let’s do cat cow so get down on your hands and knees. I’ll do it first and then you can try.”

You went down to the floor beside him, arching your back and then bowing it, doing it a few times for Dean to catch on. 

“Like this?” he asked as he arched his spine.

“Yeah. It works your lower back,” you said. He did the pose for a minute or so when you got up to your feet. “Okay. We can do a quick warrior. This one stretches your legs and hips.”

You got into position, Dean mostly matching you aside from leaning too far forward.

“Tuck your hips back,” you said. 

“Uh, what?” he asked.

“Can I?” you asked. He nodded and you put your hands on his hips, pulling them back a little. “Now put your weight forward...and keep your back straight...and there you go.”

“This feels weird. Like a stretch and strength at the same time,” he said. 

“Welcome to yoga,” you said. “Now try with the other leg forward.”

He turned and faced you, letting you help him put his hips in the right spot again. He lowered his arms and rested his hands over top of yours, standing up, moving you with him. 

“You uh, have one more pose,” you said, Dean not saying a word when you ran your thumbs over his skin.

“Maybe another time,” he said. You started to move your hands away when he caught your wrists. You laid them back on his hips and gave a cautious squeeze, Dean taking a sharp breath. “If I hadn’t come in, what would happened back there.”

“She’d probably have a black eye right now.”

“You shouldn’t be violent.”

“People shouldn’t hurt you. She would have deserved it. She does deserve it.”

“I told you that you don’t have to defend me.”

“Well I’ll defend you whether you like it or not. You’re my boyfriend. You don’t like it, tough shit.”

“Touch me. Please.” You stared at him and he slide your hands up his chest. “Y/N.”

“Where?” you asked softly.

“Everywhere.”

“Does everywhere include down there?”

“Yes,” he said, leaving your hands on his pecs. “I am so not afraid of you. I never had to be.”

“I’m gonna freshen up quick. If you’re so inclined to take off the rest of your clothes while I’m gone, I’d have no problem with that,” you said. You raked your fingers down his torso gently and he shivered. “Been awhile for me too, Dean.”

“I’ll be waiting,” he said. You kissed him briefly before you ducked into the bathroom. You peeled off you workout clothes and stripped down, washing off your face. You waited a beat and opened the door, the bedroom darker now. Dean’s back was to you and you smirked at his perky cheeks, Dean spinning around with a smile.

“Hey.”

“You’re gorgeous,” he said. 

“I know,” you teased, Dean chuckling long enough for you to walk up to him and kiss him. “Tonight’s about you, alright?”

“Why not the both of us?” he murmured, dipping his head low to your neck before he started kissing the skin. You arched it back for him and put your hands on his ribs. He shuddered but it looked pleasant that time, his hands gently landing on your hips. 

“Mostly about you then,” you said, gripping his sides. 

“I can agree to that,” he said. You broke off and climbed up on the bed, pulling Dean with you into the middle. He sat back and let you take charge of a kiss, his hands lazily wandering up and down your back. “Y/N.”

“Yeah?” you breathed out as you caught your breath.

“I can touch you right?” he asked.

“Yes, Dean,” you said with a smile. “I highly encourage it actually.”

“Just wanted to make sure.” 

“Why don’t you lay back and we can take this nice and slow.”

“Alright,” he said. He scooted further down the bed and lay back, gazing up as you straddled him and dipped your head low. “Wait.”

“You okay?” you asked, sitting up as Dean smiled.

“Yeah. I got condoms in the drawer is all,” he said, nodding towards his nightstand.

“And you already know I’m on birth control,” you said. “You good to keep going?”

“Yeah,” he said, your head dipping low once more and kissing under his jaw. “Stealing my moves on me sweetheart.”

“Good,” you mumbled against his skin, kissing him softly, running your hands all over his shoulders, his arms, his chest. You gripped his sides carefully, Dean’s eyes fluttering shut. “You’re all mine, you got it? Gonna take good care of you.”

“Why?” he asked as you gave kitten kisses down his chest. “Would you want me to be yours I mean?”

“Cause you’re my boy,” you said with a smile, cupping his cheek and giving him the gentlest kiss you could. “You’re my best friend.”

“You’re my best friend too,” he said softly. He reached up and pulled you flush with him, kissing you deeply. He roamed a hand down the curve of your spine, dipping in the hollow of your back before traveling up again. “I trust you.”

“Good,” you said, kissing him and reaching over to the nightstand. You dug around and found the box, pulling out a condom. You tore it open and sat back, Dean propping himself up on his elbows. He nodded and you lightly grazed his cock, Dean’s breath hitching. It was mostly hard already and you slipped the condom over the head, rolling it down slowly, Dean throbbing under you. You smiled and leaned back, waiting a beat to wrap your lips around his tip.

You bobbed up and down slowly, only a few inches, focusing on the head when Dean’s hips bucked and he groaned.

“Gotta stop,” he said and you pulled off. “I’m too wound up. I was about to come already.”

“You come as many times you want to,” you said. He grinned and you moved closer to him, hovering over him, kissing him again, Dean exploring more with his hands. Goosebumps broke out over your skin while he touched you, smirking when rolled your hips against nothing.

When his hands rested on your hips you slid back and lined yourself up with his cock, sinking down slowly, Dean squeezing gently when he bottomed out.

“Same,” you said, lifting off and back down, Dean letting out a tiny laugh.

“Ah, that feels so good,” said Dean.

“Like I said, lay back and enjoy.” You rolled your hips and started a steady pace, Dean’s palms landing on your thighs after only a minute.

“Y/N, I’m gonna-”

“Go ahead,” you said. You went a hair faster and before you knew it, Dean’s hands were on his hips and you felt him tensing beneath you, Dean gasping when you clenched around him. You rode him for a few more thrusts, Dean enjoying every last second of his orgasm. You giggled and lowered your head, kissing him quickly. “Feel good?”

“Definitely,” he said. “Come here.” 

You cocked your head and he lifted you up, pulling you forward, your hands slamming against the headboard.

“Dean what-” you said as he slid down, holding you over his face as he ate you out. You slammed your hand again when he teased your clit, Dean chuckling under you. “Dean.”

You breathed hard, Dean knowing exactly what he was doing as he swiped his tongue over you. You moaned when you came, Dean holding your legs as they quivered. You panted and slumped back down beside him. 

“Fuck. Me,” you said. You sat up and reached over, removing the condom before you got up. Dean giggled in bed as you threw it away in the trash, grabbing onto the doorframe of the bathroom when your legs wobbled.

“I still got it,” he said with a big stretch as you cleaned yourself up.

“I will definitely take more of it,” you said. You walked back up to the bed and reached under the covers, wiping him off with a washcloth as he looked up at you with a goofy smile. “What?”

“You’re cleaning me up,” he said. 

“I like taking care of you,” you said. You tossed the washcloth in the laundry basket by the closet, Dean wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. 

“Thank you for taking care of me.” He kissed your temple and smiled, holding you to him. “I had a lot of fun tonight all things considered.”

“Good,” you hummed as you shut your eyes. “Still kinda wanna go kick Kerri’s ass.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” laughed Dean. He played with your hair and you burrowed down into him, starting to drift off when there was a knock at the door. “Yes?”

“Guys I don’t feel good,” said Tessa. You sat up and Dean pulled on some boxers and sweatpants by the time you put on his shirt and a pair of underwear. He opened the door and Tessa was leaning against the wall. Dean put a hand on her head and glanced back at you.

“You feel okay before Hailey dropped you off?” he asked as he checked under her jaw. She shook her head and he walked her into your bathroom where you saw how pale she was. He got out the first aid kit from the cabinet and took out a thermometer, sticking it in her ear. He pouted when he pulled it back, showing you.

“Ninety eight?” you asked, Dean nodding.

“Tessa tell me what else is wrong,” he said. He felt her abdomen but she just shut her eyes. “Tessa.”

“I’m tired and cold and achy and feel like I’m gonna throw up and my skin’s weird, like tingly, and I’m just really like off,” she said. He crossed his arms and she blinked hers open, Dean pinching the bridge of his nose. “What?”

“Your eyes are dilated. Did you take drugs tonight, yes or no?” he asked. She scoffed and he ran a hand over his face. “Tessa. I’m serious. Yes or no.”

“I don’t take drugs. I had a headache so Hailey’s mom gave me an advil,” she said.

“Tessa, I’m not joking around.”

“I’m not laughing,” she shot back. 

“Tessa,” you said, her face softening. “What did you take?”

“Her mom gave me an Advil!” she said. 

“Call Hailey’s parents and find out exactly what medication she gave her,” said Dean. You left the room and found your phone on the bed stand. You walked back a few minutes later with Dean still checking Tessa over. “Well?”

“Heather I’m gonna put you on speaker,” you said. You tossed the phone down and Dean took a deep breath.

“Heather this is Dr. Dean Winchester. We met a few weeks ago when the girls were in the car accident. Tessa’s just gotten back home and is showing some serious signs of drug side effects. I need to know what and how much you gave her,” said Dean.

“It was just a painkiller. My doctor says it’s just like Advil,” she said. Dean rolled his eyes but bit back a comment.

“Heather I need to know the name of the drug and the amount of milligrams you gave Tessa. It’ll be right on the bottle,” said Dean.

“Fine. Give me a minute.”

“Are you aware that it’s illegal to give prescription drugs to anyone that’s not the intended recipient,” said Dean. There was silence on the other end and Tessa leaned back against the counter, gripping it tightly. “Heather.”

“Yes, yes. It’s Hydrocodone. I gave her three pills since she said it was quite bad,” she said. 

“Tessa, throw up right now,” said Dean. He pulled her over to the toilet and she stared at him. “You need to put your fingers to the back of your throat and trigger your gag reflex. Do it right now.”

She paused only a moment before she forced herself to, Dean holding her hair as she wretched.

“Y/N. 911. Tell them she’s overdosing on an opioid,” said Dean. You hung up and dialed, your local fire department showing up within four minutes. You let them in and showed them upstairs, one of them opening up a bag when they got into the bathroom. 

“Deano. Not the way I wanted to meet the new girlfriend,” said a guy. He pulled out a syringe and Tessa hurled again. He stabbed the needle into her leg and she yelped, scooting back into Dean. 

“That’s gonna help buy us some time,” said Dean. He picked up Tessa and carried her downstairs, Toast pacing around frantically. “She’s gonna be fine, buddy. Y/N, why don’t you ride with your sister and I’ll follow behind in the car, okay?”

“Alright,” you said, an ambulance there by the time you walked outside. She threw up a few more times in the ambulance and they rushed her into the ER, jabbing her with some needles. Dean jogged in with a fire department shirt on, handing you a pair of sweatpants as he stepped inside the room.

“Paramedics say Hydrocodone overdose?” asked some doctor that was tearing open a black package.

“Yeah. Three pills intended for an adult woman about thirty minutes ago,” said Dean. “Didn’t get milligrams.”

“She’s been vomiting,” he said.

“First time tried to flush out what was left in her stomach. She hasn’t stopped since,” said Dean. He grabbed your arm when he saw a black capsule in the doctor’s gloved hand. “Y/N you don’t want to watch this.”

“Dean, it’s-”

“I will stay right here with Tessa.” You nodded and stepped back. “The police will show up soon I’m sure. I’ll come get you when she’s ready to see you.”

“Is she-”

“She’ll be okay,” he said. “I think we caught it real early. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You pulled on the pants and took a seat on a bench in the waiting room, Dean coming back about ten minutes later to get you.

“Hey,” said Tessa wearily, her lips stained black and some streaks down her chin and neck. “I really liked this shirt too.”

“We’ll get the stains out,” said Dean. “Doc this is the big sister and guardian.”

“Alright big sis. Tessa’s gonna be just fine. Her vitals are already all back up in the normal range. We’re gonna keep her overnight and flush out her system. She’ll be able to go home in the morning.”

“Thank you,” you said.

“Thank him. He made my job easy,” said the doctor. “A nurse will bring some paperwork over in a minute to get her admitted.”

“Thank you,” you said. He left along with most everyone else in the room besides a nurse, Dean finding your hand and giving it a squeeze. “And thank you. Really.”

“I like the little dork,” he said, ruffling Tessa’s hair. She gave a half smile and closed her eyes. “Tessa I’m sorry if it sounded like I was accusing you of taking drugs. You were very ill for a second there and I was scared.”

“Why?” she asked. “Don’t you deal with stuff like this all the time?”

“In med school I did. But you’re like my little sister. It’s different,” he said. 

“I like having a family again,” she said quietly. She nuzzled his hand for a moment and you smiled. “I should get all the credit for getting you two together you know.”

“You’re delusional,” you joked. “Hey you want ice cream in a little while? I can run out and get you some.”

“Yeah. My throat hurts,” she said. 

“How about I run home and get you some clean clothes and ice cream and you’ll be all set for it by the time I get back?” said Dean. She nodded and you promised you’d be right back as you walked out with Dean. You took a deep breath out in the hall and he pulled you into a big hug. “She’s okay.”

“I know. You really care about her,” you said.

“If I’m overstepping-”

“No. Not at all. She likes having a big brother. Two of them. Trust me. She tells me things.”

“She reminds me of Sam sometimes,” he said.

“I will happily take someone else watching her back. As long as I get to watch yours every once in a while too,” you said.

“Mmm I will take you up on that tomorrow. You still owe me a post-sex cuddle,” he said.

“Sadly I think we’ll have to do it again if you want the right mood for it,” you smirked.

“Such a shame,” he said, kissing your temple. “I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” you said when you saw Dean in the hallway an hour or so later, Tessa watching TV in her room. You were speaking to a detective and after Dean brought Tessa her ice cream, he stepped into the hall with you. “Detective Hawkins this is my boyfriend, Dean.”

“Y/N’s told me about your involvement tonight. I’d like to get your statement,” he said, flipping to a new page in his notebook. “Just take me through your evening sir.”

“Um…” said Dean as he glanced at you. 

“Sir this isn’t a group statement,” he said. Dean sighed and started to recant you two having dinner and then what happened with yoga. He didn’t give any details about your bedroom antics until Tessa showed up. 

“Then I left to go home and get a change of clothes for the girls and some ice cream for Tessa. I just got back,” said Dean. He nodded and bit his lip for a moment. 

“Would you like to press charges against this Kerri person?” he asked.

“No,” said Dean quietly. “I have no proof anyways. I’d rather forget about it.”

“Alright. There are counseling-”

“I understand,” said Dean. “I’m more concerned about the fact a prescription opioid was given to a teenager so nonchalantly. A teenager with a history of seizures.”

“I’ll give it to you straight,” he said, tucking his notepad away. “There’s a reason you’re speaking to a detective about this and not a regular cop. This is not the first incident involving the Locke family and the severity of this one has raised it up the chain. There’s a class action involving two other families pending. I would suggest you get involved with them if you intend on suing.”

“Yeah but courts don’t tend to…” said Dean before the detective gave him a look. “Oh. Oh. The parents are…”

“Mother is also a doctor. You get the picture,” he said, giving Dean his business card. “I’ll be in touch with you two and Tessa.”

“Thank you,” said Dean. He nodded and the detective left as you cocked your head. “Tessa’s mom is pushing pills.”

“What?”

“She’s got access. She gives a younger person free dosage, makes ‘em feel good, gets ‘em hooked and then she collects. You mentioned Hailey has older siblings. I guarantee those are who that cop is talking about.”

“Hailey is her best friend. I’m supposed to tell her she can’t see her anymore?”

“Her best friend’s mom tried to give her a drug addiction. She nearly killed her. Hailey didn’t do that though.”

“Guys,” called Tessa from her room. You both ducked around the corner, Tessa sat up in bed and toying with her pint of ice cream. “I think Hailey knows. She’s been acting weird lately and like, talking to the stoner kids a lot at school.”

“Well that might-” you said before Hailey held up her phone.

“She texted me and told me not to say anything to get her mom in trouble,” she said. 

“I’m gonna go get the detective before he leaves,” said Dean. He jogged out of the room and you took a seat on the side of the mattress. Tessa put her phone back in her lap and poked her ice cream again.

“Tessa it could be coincidence.”

“But it’s not. She’s so sketchy lately and she doesn’t even care I’m in the hospital. She didn’t care about Toast getting hurt. It’s her fucking fault my dog lost his leg. She didn’t even care. She’s been this way since the summer and fuck her.”

“Do you want to sue? It’s your call,” you said. She nodded and you gave her a hug. “Okay. We’ll get all this sorted out as soon as we can.”

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A/N: Read Part 7 here!

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