#do they argue over buying bottled water

[makkir0ll]

"you have really long eyelashes"

it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?

"thanks?" he replies

"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.

they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.

he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.

but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.

"can i-"

"no" he cuts you off.

"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.

"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.

"i'll buy you you're favorite food."

and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.

you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.

you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.

"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.

"still?"

"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.

"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.

he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.

"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.

"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.

"all of them?"

"yes, all of them."

he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.

KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #hq fluff #hq imagines #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #tsukishima fluff #kageyama fluff #suna fluff #osamu fluff #kuroo fluff #matsukawa fluff #iwaizumi fluff #oikawa fluff #akaashi fluff #kenma fluff #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #suna x reader #osamu x reader #kuroo x reader #matsukawa x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #akaashi x reader #kenma x reader

[darkbluekies]

Just a fluff piece with Hedwig taking care of sick Reader? Can be gender neutral

I'm never going away

Yandere!richgirl x reader

Summary: Hedwig takes care of her darling who's sick♡

Warnings: none, I believe

Word count: 2.7k

You sigh heavily and lean your head on Hedwig’s shoulder. The teacher’s voice feels like needles. Your head is pounding. It’s only the second class of the day, and you’re already over it.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Hedwig whispers and pets your head. “Are you tired?”

“I don’t feel very well”, you mumble and hide your burning, pounding forehead into her shoulder. “I have a headache, and I’m shivering. It feels like I’m going to be sick.”

“Lunch is in twenty minutes, don’t worry, sweetheart. I will take notes for you, you don’t have to listen anymore.”

She picks out her pink pen case and starts to scribble down in her notebook. You want to fall asleep, but you’re scared that the teacher will scold you. Instead, you try to hold out to the break by drinking water from Hedwig’s fancy water bottle. She has a pink bottle decorated with charms that you picked out. 

“I feel like my throat is getting sore”, you whisper. 

“You’re feeling worse?” Hedwig whispers with worried eyes. She hurries to feel your forehead and gasps. “I need to take you home, darling.”

She takes your hand in hers and tells you to hold out. The second the lesson ends, she throws all of her things into her Prada bag. She hooks her arm in yours, pulling you up on your feet. You’re dragged out to the corridor where Hedwig sits you down on one of the hard benches that stand along the wall. 

“I’ll call my chauffeur and you’ll go home, okay, sweetheart?” she says and cups your cheeks. “I have that math test … if I miss it, I’ll fail the course. I have to stay here.”

“I’m cold”, you mumble and pull the blazer of your school uniform closer to your body. 

Hedwig twists the cap of the water bottle open and holds it out to you so that you can sip on the water while she calls her chauffeur, telling him to come and get you. The water helps with your sore throat, but it’s not near enough to make you feel better. After Hedwig has called her driver, she sits down beside you, taking your hot, heavy head in her hands and kissing wherever she can reach. 

“You’re going to be okay, my dear”, she reassures you. “You just need to go home and rest.”

“Can’t I go home to my house instead?” you ask. 

She twitches. “No! I-I mean … you should go home to me, so that I can take care of you later.”

You decide not to argue against her. You’re in no shape to do that anyway. She holds you close, letting you lean against her. You have started to shiver by now. 

“It’s going to be okay”, she whispers and kisses your temple. “You’re going to get to rest very soon.”

When her chauffeur finally comes, you’re helped out to the car and placed in the backseat. Hedwig pulls the seatbelt tightly over your body and kisses your cheek. 

“I’ll be home in about two hours”, she says. “Make sure to get some rest. Tell the chef that you want soup, okay? You have to tell him. And if you need anything, let the chauffeur know so that he can buy it for you. Promise me.”

You nod tiredly. Hedwig gives you one last, sad, smile before closing the door and watching you disappear throughout the gates. Damn that fucking math test. 

The chauffeur helps you up the stairs as you enter the georgian mansion. Your legs give up halfway and you almost crash into the stairs. The chauffeur grabs you quickly. 

“Sorry”, you whisper. 

“Don’t be”, he says. 

He leaves you on Hedwig’s bed and asks if there is something he can get you. You shake your head. Even if you did need something, you still feel weird asking random people to get it for you. the few times you’ve done that, you’ve offered to pay but they’ve always turned it down. You’re not Hedwig, you aren’t used to having a dozen people do things for you. You have your own two hands and legs and are fully capable of doing things yourself. 

“Should I get you some medicine?” the chauffeur asks. “I’m sure miss Hedwig would like it if I do.”

You give up, your head aching too much to discuss what you do or don’t need. You agree to him buying the medicine. As soon as he leaves, you change into your pajamas and tuck yourself in, hugging Hedwig’s teddy bear. Just as you’re about to fall asleep, there's a faint knock on the door. You pry your eyes open slightly to see the chef sneak in. 

“What should I do for you?” he asks. 

“Hedwig recommended soup”, you mumble. 

“In that case I will make soup.”

He disappears again. You fall asleep within minutes and doesn’t notice when the chef comes in with steaming carrot soup, or when the chauffeur comes with the medicine. You first wake up when Hedwig leaves kisses over your face.

“I’m sorry for waking you, sweetheart”, she whispers apologetically, caressing your face. “But I got worried. You haven’t touched the soup or the medicine at all.” She feels your forehead softly. “Have you taken your temperature yet?”

“I have been sleeping”, you explain and cough loudly. 

Hedwig furrows her brows worriedly and helps you sit up. She smiles as she sees you hugging her teddy. You cough again and she caresses your hair, looking as worried as if you'd have cut your arm off. She feeds you the medicine and strokes your hair. With careful hands, she lifts the cold bowl of soup in her hands, feeling around. Her golden rings clinks against the ceramic.

“I will heat it up for you”, she smiles and picks up the TV remote. “What do you want to watch? Not The fox and the hound, you cry when the fox is let out into the forest.”

“Who doesn't? You do too!”

“Yes, I know. What I mean is that you shouldn't be watching such sad things when you're sick. How about something else?”

She finds a movie for you to watch and lets it play while she takes the bowl of soup and walks out of the door. You hug Hedwig’s teddy closer to your burning — yet freezing — body. In these vulnerable times, you want nothing more than to go home to your own house, and lay in your own bed … and have your mom prepare food for you. But Hedwig wouldn’t allow it. Just being away from her for a day causes her to panic. You’re her oxygen and without you, she suffocates. And yet she suffocates you with her smothering love. But you can’t bring yourself to break up with her, because you can’t bring yourself too, maybe you don’t want to. It’s always you and her, two together, and you don’t know what you would do without her. Even though you’re with one of the most popular girls in school, none of the other kids seem to take an interest in you. Hedwig is the only one that likes you … and gosh, does she like you. You have never met someone that takes care of you like she does. She puts everything aside for you. Weirdly enough, you feel like she is supposed to be the one everyone drops things for. She’s wealthy and important, and a lot of people do a lot for wealthy and important people. Sometimes you find yourself questioning her existence, because when you’re with each other, she never lets you see her as the person everyone else talks about. To you, she’s just Hedwig, a sweet girl you’re in love with. And to her, you’re her entire existence. 

“Here you go!” Hedwig smiles and walks in with the bowl. “It’s extremely hot, so please be careful.”

She places the bowl in your hands. You enjoy the heat. Hedwig feeds you with a proud smile on her face. She makes sure that you eat it all, even if you feel like throwing up by the end of it. 

“How are you feeling now?” she asks softly.

“I feel like I'm dying”, you try to joke, but quickly realize that Hedwig’s not in the mood for jokes.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Do you want anything? A warm bath? A nap? Something else to eat?”

“I just want to sleep.”

“Okay … we can do that!”

She creeps down under the covers and holds you tight to her. Usually, she is the one wanting to be held and squeezed. She hugs you tightly and rests her head on yours. Her hands plays with your hair. 

“I hate to see you sick, my love”, she whispers. “I wish that I could take your pain away. You’re so warm.”

“I’m freezing”, you whisper. 

She takes your hands between hers and blow hot air. 

“I kind of want to bite your fingers”, she giggles quietly and takes a small nibble on your index finger. 

She giggles and is quick to wipe away any saliva with her sleeve and apologize. Without waiting, she continues to blow hot air on your hands.  

The two of you rest together and you eventually fall asleep. Hedwig stays awake, holding you in her arms.

You wake up drenched in sweat. The medicine seem to be working. 

“What’s wrong?” Hedwig asks and sits up. “Are you feeling worse?”

“No, I’m sweating like crazy”, you respond. 

“Then your fever should have gone down — at least for now. That’s good.”

“I’m drenched.”

“Do you want to take a bath? I can fix it for you.”

You dozily look around for a clock. “What time is it?”

“Almost dinner time. I’ve told the chef to make us some chicken noodle soup, some good toasts and prepare some nice tea.” She caresses your cheek. “Does that sound good, sweetheart?”

You nod with a small, thankful smile, even if you’re not the slightest hungry — on the contrary actually, you’re almost nauseous. Hedwig smiles as well and jumps up from the bed, runs out of the room. You cough into your arm and sniffle and hug her teddy, waiting for her to return. The pain killer have wiped away the fever for now, but it will come back eventually. 

“Y/N”, Hedwig says from the door. “It’s done.”

You drag yourself up from the bed and move over to the door. Hedwig takes your hand and leads your barely alive form to the bathroom. You remove your drenched pajamas and sink down under the fluffy bubbles covering the water's surface. Hedwig smiles and sits down on the floor beside the big tub, hugging her legs close to her chest with a soft smile.

“I don't like it when you're sick but I'm glad that I can take care of you”, she says and sighs. “I don't understand why people go to school even though they're clearly not well. Everyone else has to pay for it.” 

“Most people can't afford missing school”, you say.

“But it's not about money”, she says in confusion.

“I'm talking about time, not money.”

“Oh. Imagine how convenient it would be if you could buy time. You and I would live for a long time.”

“And without me you'd be immortal.”

She goes white. “No, don't say that! I wouldn't want to live forever if I didn't have you. Don't say such things. Gives me nightmares.”

You smile sluggishly. 

“It’s not funny”, Hedwig scolds you sadly. “I don’t want to live a single second without you.”

“I know”, you say and change your smile to a more comforting one, than a teasingly, to calm her nerves before she started panicking and locking herself in her own thoughts. 

“I will get sick now too”, she suddenly says and blushes. “But it’s okay, I don’t mind getting sick if it’s from you.”

You start to cough and Hedwig hurries to pat your back. In frustration over feeling like a walking zombie, you hide your face into your hands.

“It’s okay”, she comforts you. “You’re going to be okay. It’s just temporary, sweetheart.”

“I fucking hate being sick”, you mumble in a whine. 

“I know, I know. B-But isn’t the warm water helping?”

“A bit. I’m not freezing, and it’s a little easier to breathe, but I still feel … heavy and trespassed.”

“Trespassed?” 

“It’s like something is living in my body … and I want it out.”

Hedwig pets your head. “It will disappear but you need to give it time, darling. Now, should I wash your hair for you?”

Without waiting for an answer, she cups her hands into the bubbles and pours the water over your hair, making sure not to get it in your face.

“I’m sorry that you have to take care of me like a child”, you apologize. 

“I will always take care of you”, she says calmly. 

“I have a test next week … I hope I’m well before that.”

“You will be. But if you aren’t, you shouldn’t go. I won’t allow that. In fact, I don’t think that you should leave the bed at all until you’re well. I will help you with everything.”

“You have to go to school. Both of us can’t miss or we’ll both fall behind.”

“My friends will take notes. I will stay with you. I will take care of you.”

You wonder if she wants to stay home because she actually wants to take care of you … or if she can’t bear to spend time apart from you. You know how paranoid she gets every time she can’t cling onto you. You’re like her lifeline. 

“Who … do you think it was that made you sick?” Hedwig asks as she carefully massages your scalp with a floral scented shampoo.

“I don't know”, you reply. “Maybe that Eric Nelson boy? He coughed the entire week.”

“How inconsiderate. I should talk to him-”

“Don’t be like that. I’m sure he had his reasons for coming to school even if he’s sick.”

You cough again. Hedwig opens her mouth to say something, but closes it again and continues to massage your scalp with the bubbly shampoo. She continues to wash you until you’re squeaky clean. You’re tucked into the bed once again with Hedwig measuring up pain killers for your fever. The chef sneaks into the room with the chicken noodle soup and your heart sinks. You’re not the slightest hungry, but you’re unsure if you have the energy to fight Hedwig about that. But if you eat, you’ll most likely throw up or explode. So carefully, you try to eat a few spoonfuls. She watches you intensely. You wish that she could look away, just for a second so that you could breathe. 

“Are you okay?” Hedwig asks worriedly. “Do you need to lay down? Do you feel worse? Should i get something for-”

“No, I’m good”, you say, poking around in the soup with your spoon. “Just not very hungry.”

“You need to eat. Here, let me help you.”

Before you have the chance to say something, she has started to feed you again, just like she did before. Her hazel eyes glow with worry. 

“Hedwig, I will throw up if I eat too much”, you say. 

“Do we need to go to the hospital?” she almost stutters. 

“No, I just need to do this in my own pace. I don’t want more for now.”

“A-Are you sure?”

“Sure.”

She sighs, gives you one final look and then nods, giving up. Hedwig takes the bowl out of your hands and tucks you in again, making sure that you won’t be able to use your arms. She holds her hand on your warm forehead before letting her hand travel down to your cheek, caressing it gently.

“You’re so precious to me”, she whispers seriously. “I wish that I could take your pain away from you, I wish that you never had to feel any pain at all.” Hedwig kisses your forehead. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m never going away, you’ll never have to be alone.”

She looks so sweet, talks so sweet … and yet you can’t help but shiver and let your eyes wander off to the window … and gaze at the trees swaying free in the wind.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc x you #yandere oc x reader #yandere fics #yandere stories #yandere rich girl #yandere female #yandere oc #yandere oneshots

[christhopersturniolo]

୨ DAD HEADCANONS ୧

SUMMARY: How I think Matt would act as a dad.

WARNINGS: None (you'll probably fall even more in love with him after this)

NOTES: This is my personal opinion, If you don’t agree with something let me know in the comments!

୨୧

INSTEAD - After you get pregnant, Matt starts paying even more attention to every little thing you do. He wants to make sure you are comfortable. If you say you are thirsty, he will show up with a bottle of water. If you say you are not comfortable in bed, he gets you more pillows.

He sees you getting up from the couch randomly, getting his attention. “Hey what is it? Do you need something that I can get you?” You chuckle seeing how worried he is. “Relax Matt, I’m just going to the bathroom.”

GENDER - Matt doesn’t really mind about the kid gender, he’s just happy over the fact he is having a baby with you. But I’m pretty sure he would be a girl dad.

ARGUMENTS - Matt refuses to argue with you in front of the children.

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you?!” You say, slightly louder than you should. You can see the frustration in his eyes. “Just answer me already!” He sighs. “Listen, I understand that you’re upset, but i’m not letting you do this in front of the kids alright?” He cups your cheeks with his hands and gives you a small peck on the forehead. “We will sort this out once they’re in bed, okay, sweetheart?”

GIRLY - If his daughter ever asks to paint his nails or play with his hair, he's one hundred percent down for it. Honestly, he’s down for anything their kids ask for.

COMMUNICATION - He ALWAYS tries to resolve arguments with his kids talking, he never hits them or raises his voice at them.

BOYFRIENDS - If his daughter ever starts dating, he would make sure to interrogate the boy like his life depends on it.

TOYS - He is constantly buying them new toys, stuffed animals, cute clothes, everything to make them happy, but of course not to the point were they get spoiled.

YOUTUBE - He would still try his best to keep up with the youtube videos. Of course sometimes he won’t be able to be there, but if he can, he will. Matt would love to put his kids in the videos (if they want to show up, of course) when it’s vlogs and challenges.

SUBSTANCES - Matt explains them how bad it is to drink, smoke or have any kind of drugs, so under his roof that is not happening.

TOGETHER - He wants to be present in every moment of their lives. Even if for some reason the two of you are no longer together and you have custody of the kids, he will be there for anything.

BOSTON - The visits to Matt's hometown will be way more frequent so that Marylou and James can see their grandchildren.

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that was it! i hope you have enjoyed it! give me your opinion in the comments!

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[dean-a-mean-tae]

Babies? | Stray Kids Extra Member AU

Request: "If you don’t mind, I want some crack. Nicholas asking OT8 for a baby 😭"

WARNINGS: I don't know. This was a field day ;-; Chewy is Nicholas' cat

Nicholas Ross Master List | ?Reaction style?

Scenario

Nicholas was scrolling through TikTok and found a video of a baby. Her chubby cheeks and big brown eyes shined in the camera. He cooed as he listened to her giggles. Could you imagine a baby running around?

Holy shit, this is what baby fever is like.

Nicholas quickly hopped off the counter, almost taking a salt shaker down, and ran out of the kitchen. Sitting in the living room was the member he was looking for.

"I want a baby."/"Give me a baby."

BANG CHAN "I want a baby."

Chan froze. A baby? Why are we thinking about babies? He has enough kids to look after and those kids can't have kids. Not yet, anyway. Nicholas of all of them? He's not mentally prepared for that.

He shook his head as he went back to his journal. "We have Jeongin and Felix."

LEE MINHO "I want a baby."

"Don't you have Chewy?" The response was immediate, and Minho hadn't looked away from the TV. He heard Nicholas huff and paused his show.

"Why would you want a kid? You are a kid," Minho groaned, rolling his eyes as Nicholas flopped next to him. The younger boy shrugged, shoving his phone into Minho's face.

"Okay, that baby is cute, but still no."

SEO CHANGBIN "I want a baby"

He choked on his water. One of his members. A child, a toddler, a baby! One of them just asked for a baby.

"You're a baby!" Changbin yelled, chucking the now-closed water bottle at Nicholas. The bottle made a loud thud as it hit the wall, completely off track from Nicholas. He continued, "Babies shouldn't be having babies!"

"But they're cute," Nicholas whined, trying to show Changbin the video. Emphasis on trying. Changbin shoved the phone away and onto the floor.

"No!"

HWANG HYUNJIN "Give me a baby"

Hyunjin continued his art piece. He was painting an eye hidden in a sunset. Nicholas huffed. It was like he didn't hear him.

"How?"

So he did hear him. Hyunjin was just ignoring him. Rude. Nicholas walked behind him to watch him paint. "I don't know. You'll find a way."

"You're the one who wants a baby. You find a way," Hyunjin argued, shrugging his shoulders as he looked back at Nicholas.

"That is a very difficult task," Nicholas huffed, and Hyungjin hummed before continuing his painting, silently dismissing Nick.

HAN JISUNG "I want a baby"

Jisung hummed in thought as he paused his show. After a moment, he patted the spot next to him, and Nicholas sat down. The two stared at each other before Jisung smiled at him. "I want one, too. Where do we find one?"

This isn't how Nicholas imagined this conversation going. "What?"

"Where do we find one?" Jisung repeated. Felix happened to be walking into the living room, and Jisung called out, "Felix, help!"

LEE FELIX (Read Jisung's part)

"What's wrong?" Felix asked, pausing in the middle of the living room.

"We want a baby," Nicholas answered. Felix tilted his head in thought before sitting next to Nicholas.

"We can adopt one," Felix grinned. This is definitely not how Nicholas imagined this conversation going.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, peeking over the couch in the hallway. Any of the members could hear them scheming for a child.

"You're the one who wants one. Are you sure?" Felix asked. The two stared at each other before Nicholas got up.

Running out of the hallway, Nicholas shouted, "I'm too young for children!"

KIM SEUNGMIN "Give me a baby"

Seungmin lay on the couch, looking at something on his phone. He sighed. Every day was something new. Yesterday, Jisung convinced Nicholas to buy two plushies half the size of their fridge.

Today, Nicholas wants a child.

"No," Seungmin mumbled, and Nicholas whined. Seungmin ignored him and continued scrolling. Feeling eyes on him, Seungmin peeked around his phone and looked directly at a pouting Nicholas.

"Even if I wanted to, that's physically impossible," He groaned, looking back at his phone. He heard Nicholas huff before the older boy sat on the floor next to him.

"You're right," Nicholas sighed.

YANG JEONGIN "Give me a baby"

Jeongin's head snapped toward Nicholas, and the taller boy flinched. Jeongin blinked once, then twice. "What?"

"Give me a baby."

"How am I supposed to give you one?!" Jeongin screeched, leaning on his knees. Nicholas shrugged as he sat next to him.

"Figure it out."

"I'm too young to have a baby," Jeongin huffed, and Nicholas nodded in agreement.

"Me too," He sighed.

"Then why ask for one?!"

"I wanted to know how you'd react," Nicholas shrugged before leaving for the kitchen.

Nicholas Ross Master list | ©️DEANAMEANTAE2023

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[jasonsmirrorball]

LIVES IN DAYDREAMS WITH ME JASON TODD (roommate!au)

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cw: masturbating, roommate!jason daydreaming about his roommate. if i've missed any tags, let me know!

Jason knows it’s wrong. You’re his roommate. He shares a living space with you, likes the camaraderie the both of you have built up since you’ve moved in. You sing in the shower, he teases you for whatever song is on the speakers, you bicker about who has to take out the trash because you’re lazy and he just likes riling you up–he always ends up taking it out, in the end. Your bathroom things always clutter the counter, and he always complains when he goes in and ends up accidentally knocking a bottle or serum to the ground. 

Of course he thinks you’re attractive. He’d be a fool not to notice–but you’re his roommate. And he leaves it at that. He’s decidedly not going to go and mess up his living situation just because he’s unable to control his urges. He continues on with life. Teases you, argues with you, texts you about what snacks to buy when he goes to the corner store on his way home and throws the bag at your head when he returns, laughing at the indignant squawk you make. 

But, as life often goes, it only takes one single second for everything to flip on its head. 

He bites his lip so hard he tastes copper, water cascading over him. He’s got a hand flattened against the shower wall, and the other wrapped around his length, slick sounds echoing in the narrow shower space. 

Shame and desire intermingle in his gut, and he tries his hardest to contain his stuttered breaths, exhaling hard through his nose. He feels like a fucking dog, panting over you–

He blames it all on you, the slip of your stomach he’d caught this morning when you’d stretched and your thin shirt had risen to show the sliver of skin, the press of your nipples against the fabric, the little groan you’d let out as your arms came down. You’d be the death of him, he was sure of it, and you’d all but confirmed it when you came out of your room only an hour earlier wearing something crafted straight out of a wet dream. He’d all but frozen where he was sat on the couch, blood rushing south so fast he’d been left dizzy.

You’d been oblivious to his distress as you’d walked out of the door, calling over your shoulder that you’d be back later like he wasn’t tamping down the urge in every single cell of his body to haul you over his shoulder and lock the both of you in his room til he’d emptied your mind of all thoughts of going out. He’d croaked out a hoarse, “Later.” and booked it to the bathroom the moment the door had closed. 

“Fuck,” he grits out through his teeth, fingers tightening, thumb swiping over his throbbing head. Water streams into his eyes, and he shuts them, stroking harder. You swim into his mind, pretty mouth curved into a teasing smirk, and he lets out a strangled gasp. “Fuck, sweetheart. I-”

Just like that, he imagines saying, imagines your hands replacing his and the lips he tries so hard not to stare at closing over him, warm, wet, soft. So fucking good for me, just like that. A hand on your neck, fingers pressing into your cheek to guide you. His pretty little roommate on their knees for him. He doesn’t dare to breathe out your name, but it stutters in his head, broken gasps and desperation bleeding into every letter.

It doesn’t take him long after that, spilling into his hand and over the tiles, a moan trapped halfway in his throat. Blood coats his tongue, and he presses his forehead against the wall, the smooth porcelain cool against his burning skin. 

He scrubs himself raw before he leaves, cleaning the tiles with precision–he thinks he’d die if he got caught out. You couldn’t know that it was you on his mind, that you’d been the one to inadvertently cause that mess, but still. He flushes all over at the thought of it, and only a few minutes after he returns to his room, he’s listless once more. 

He doesn’t come out for the rest of the night, and in the morning, he bundles his dirty sheets into the washer. He’s sure that if you look at him once, you’ll see it written all over his face. He grabs his keys the moment he hears you beginning to stir in your room, and doesn’t return until late. 

did this instead of writing my assignment happy first smut i've written in like. forever. i've got another smut wip in my drafts, and i genuinely thought that one was going to be the one i posted first, but i guess roommate!jason is just on the mind

#roommate!jason #jason todd imagine #jason todd reader insert #jason todd x reader #jay my heart #jasonsmirrorball #jason todd fanfiction #x reader

[rabbitsrams]

poly! tedschlatt when you're on your period headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

nsfw under the cut, minors dni!! 18+ only.

sfw:

♡ both of them running to the pharmacy to get you tons of snacks and arguing about what to get you

♡ ending up buying way more than you'll need

♡ ted giving you a heating pad/water bottle and literally holding it on you

♡ schlatt ofc makes sure the cats are close by so you can cuddle/play with them as you rest

♡ "i need painkillers!"

♡ "i got it!" said at the same time.

♡ ted is just so sweet, always checking in on you

♡ he gives you massages if you need them

♡ schlatt giving you his sweatshirts to wear and tons of blankets and plushies to cuddle with while he and ted are working

♡ and when they're ready to cuddle? best believe y'all are not leaving your bed

♡ brings you meals and snacks so you don't have to get up

♡ you end up watching a ton of movies/catching up on a show together

♡ and you crying whenever something sappy/sad/etc happens

♡ schlatt resisting the urge to cry so you don't cry further but ted just SOBS and that has you sobbing more and he just cries more all of u are crying so much akdjskf

♡ if you're running out of period products and you need some more they buy. everything.

♡ (which one of them is "what size pussy do you wear" coded sound off in the comments)

♡ they're constantly doting on you which makes you even more emotional than usual

♡ if you get emotional over anything they're hugging and kissing you, telling you everything's okay ugh i need them ):

nsfw:

♡ apparently sex during your period can help reduce cramps so...

♡ you're constantly worried about the mess and if they'd be grossed out but they don't care, in fact they love it :)

♡ laying out a couple of towels on the bed or couch so you know what's about to go down

♡ plus your hormones make u like 10 times hornier so :)

♡ "we're gonna fuck the cramps out of ya."

♡ "ted, come on man."

♡ "no, by all means, please do."

♡ schlatt massaging your tits when they're sore to help relieve pain and totally not bc they're bigger and squishier

♡ ted mindlessly reaching into your shorts to touch you, not even caring if he gets blood all over his fingers

♡ them simultaneously touching you gets you so worked up that you come pretty quickly

♡ feeling utterly relieved when your cramps go away without needing to take a pill

♡ oral when you're on your period from your boyfriends... oh my god

♡ why does the sight of blood all over their mouths turn you on so much???

♡ so many stained towels are thrown into the laundry during that week 😉

#jschlatt x reader #ted nivison x reader #ted nivison fluff #ted nivison imagine #ted nivison fanfiction #ted nivison fic #jschlatt fanfiction #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt x you #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x y/n #ted nivison x you #jschlatt smut #ted nivison smut #ted nivison headcanons #jschlatt headcanons #how to tell stella is oh her period: she writes this

[courtforshort15]

Such Simple Fixes

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,500

Summary: Sometimes love is about the hard sacrifices. Sometimes the problems are incredibly easy to fix.

Trigger warning: None. This is fluff. Pure fluff. A result of a random thought that popped into my head.

Masterlist

"Can I ask you a question?"

Matt's head lifts to face in your direction when you speak, a curious look on his face. He pulls his headphones out. "Sure. What's up?"

You take a deep breath, fiddling with the hem of your sweater. The fabric is soft in your hands, and you eye a stray thread that's poking out with indifference, as if you're trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. You know you've failed the minute the words tumble out of your mouth. "Why don't you ever stay the night at my place?"

The question shocks him, you can tell by the way his mouth drops. You grimace slightly, already hating this conversation.  "What? I stay at your place all the time."

"Not really," you shrug, getting off the couch to walk to his kitchen for a bottle of water. He sets his computer on his coffee table and gets up to follow you.

"I was just there the other night," he argues lightly, stopping a few feet away from you, still looking confused. "We listened to a podcast."

"Yeah, I know," you say, reaching into his fridge, eyeing with vague satisfaction the way the amount of food and condiments has steadily increased since you first starting dating. "But you didn't stay the night. We cuddled on the couch until I fell asleep, and then you left."

"Sweetheart," he sighs, a frown apparent on his face as he runs his calloused fingers through his hair. "You know why I can't always stay."

You toss him a bottle of water and he catches it easily. "Yeah, I know, I get that. But that's not what I'm talking about."

"Then what are you talking about?"

You take a long sip before answering. "You never sleep with me in my bed, even after you go out. We always end up back here."

"That's not true."

"It is, though. I can like...count the number of times you've slept there on one hand, and we've been dating for a few months now."

He sighs and rubs a hand down his face. "I still don't think that's true. Maybe you--"

"Don't try to gaslight me, Matt," you quickly interrupt. "I've picked up on things. We always stay here, at your place. Which is fine, I like being here. I like being here with you. I'm just curious why you never want to stay with me, in my apartment."

He winces. "It's not that I don't want to be at your place. I like being over there."

"Then what is it?"

"It's not a big deal, okay? We can spend more time over there if you want. I didn't know something was bothering you about it."

Your lips tilt down into another frown as you study him and the way he's reacting, unsure why it's so unsettling for him. "It's not that it's necessarily bothering me, I just want to know why."

Matt sighs, and it sounds like he's extremely uncomfortable with the topic. He eventually spits it out. "It's your sheets."

"My...sheets?" You repeat slowly, almost dumbfounded.

Matt nods reluctantly, looking extremely conflicted. "The cotton. It really irritates my skin. I'm...super sensitive to certain fabrics."

Realization dawns on you as you take a quick glance at his own bed. "That's why you have silk sheets."

"That's why I have silk sheets," he confirms, his voice hesitant.

"Why didn't you say anything?" You ask, still a little bewildered, and you watch the way his mouth quirks up in a wry smile.

"Because it's not fair to ask you to change things or buy new sheets just to accommodate me," he says with a shrug. He takes a sip of his water and avoids facing in your direction.

"It's an easy fix, Matt," you tell him as you place your water on the counter and take a step towards him. "I can go buy new sheets today."

He shakes his head. "You don't need to do that, truly."

"I want to do that."

"Silk sheets can be expensive, especially the kind I use," he protests shifting from foot to foot.

"They're worth the investment," you say quietly, reaching out to bring his face back towards yours. You rub your thumb over his cheek bone and he instinctively nuzzles into your palm. "You're worth the investment."

Matt shudders lightly. "I don't want to put you out--"

"You're not," you tell him quickly, cutting him off. "Is that the only thing that bothers you? Please tell me the truth."

He shakes his head reluctantly with a grimace. "Uh...your towels, for the same reason. The material kind of rubs my skin, too."

"Okay," you say simply. "Anything else?"

Matt takes a deep breath, his eyes focused vaguely on your chin. "Your detergent."

"My detergent?"

"Yes, your detergent," he admits with another wince. "When it's just you next to me, it's fine. But being surrounded by all of your clothes and anything you wash kind of hurts my nose."

You take it all in stride, nodding to yourself, already knowing what you're going to do. "Okay, Matt. These are all easy fixes."

"You don't have to--"

"Matt," you interrupt him firmly, softly grabbing his face in both your hands this time. "I already said it, but I want to. I want you to feel comfortable when you're at my place. And if I need to change a few things, then it's 110% worth it."

He tries to object again. "You don't--"

You shut him up with a quick kiss to his lips, smiling when he automatically leans into it. "I want you to tell me which detergent you use so that I can buy the same kind. I want you to tell me which soaps you like, which body washes, anything and everything that would make you feel more comfortable, because I want you in my space. I want to take you home with me from time to time. I like having you in my bed and in my shower and on my couch. Everywhere."

His gently wraps his hand around your waist to pull you in closer, and you easily let him. "Are you sure?"

"I know we haven't said the words yet," you whisper, taking in the way the sunlight streaming through his windows make his eyes look more hazel than brown. "But I...I love you. Anything you need, I want to give it you."

A wide smile suddenly breaks out on his face, and he leans down to press a light kiss to your lips. "I love you, too."

Unadulterated joy rushes through you as you tilt your head to kiss him again, and he sighs against your lips. When you pull away, you keep close to him as he wraps his arms more tightly around your waist. "Let me do this for you, Matt. Please?"

He rests his forehead against yours. "I'll split the cost with you."

It's your turn to object, and your mouth parts to do so. "That's not necessary. I can--"

"Final offer."

The slow smile that spreads across your face as you lean against him is content and absolutely giddy. "Okay. I accept. As long as you come with me to pick out new things today."

You feel him nod against your head. "I can do that, sweetheart," he whispers into your hair. "I won't argue on that."

"Good," you sigh happily. "You're worth everything, Matt. You deserve nice things that make you feel safe and wanted. I hope you know that."

His smile is hesitant as he pulls away slightly. "I'm...I'm not sure if I believe that yet," he says quietly, and you know he's being completely honest. It breaks your heart.

"Then I'll spend the rest of my life reminding you everyday."

His breathing abruptly stalls against you as he freezes. "Is that a promise?"

"It's a promise."

He sighs again, and this time it sounds happy. You feel him relax slightly as he kisses the top of your head. "I can live with that."

"Good. I'm counting on it," you say with a grin.

Matt's hands run up and down your back while the two of you are silent for a moment. Your hands have dropped to his waist, so you easily echo the movement as you reach around him and pull him impossibly closer.

When a random thought pops into your head, you giggle. He makes a questioning noise in the back of his throat, so you immediately fill him in. "Think of how much fun we're going to have re-breaking in my bed with new sheets."

Matt throws back his head with a laugh and suddenly steps away. "In that case, I can be ready to go in five minutes."

"Eager," you comment with a snort as he leaves the kitchen in a flurry to get dressed. "I guess all I needed to do was talk about all the sex we can have on my new sheets."

He stops to give you a wicked smile. "I'm always eager to be inside you, sweetheart. To feel your cunt wrapped around my c--"

"Hurry up and get dressed, Matthew."

He smirks at the interruption, tugging on a clean shirt. "Yes ma'am."

He'll be the absolute death of you, but what a wonderful way to go.

#daredevil #matt murdock #human disaster matt murdock #marvel #i love him your honor #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x afab reader #matt murdock fem!reader #fem reader

[jamiesfootball]

one thing about me is i EXCEL at stupid ideas so! here is a Stupid Ask for your daily dopamine dosage.

post-s3, roy attempts to be A Good Coach and implements team bonding activities such as sunday board game nights. this has the unforeseen consequence of walking into the locker room monday morning to find moe and colin arguing over whether monopoly is True Capitalist Propaganda while sam sneaks jamie $200 from the bank to get out of jail next week.

This. This actually matches up well with a thing I introduce at the end of my post-season fic.

This bit is not from the post-season fic, but there are definitely some plot points I'm cribbing from it. Here have some nonsense:

There were pros and cons to the new wellness initiative in the locker room.

And 'Wellness Initiative' was the phrase they were using. Not 'show-and-tell', no matter how many times Trent suggested it. Although with how many goddamn talent shows Roy had been forced to sit through in the past weeks, the former-journo might have been onto something. For a team full of professional footballers, a lot of them had found the time to sharpen other talents.

The idea had been simple: at least once a week, they were going to sit around as a team, and they'd take turns picking a topic that had nothing to do with football.

'Share-and-tell' Beard had called it, and Roy had growled until Higgins erased the name from the whiteboard.

Books, movies, whatever song they had bleeding through their headphones in the weight room, Roy didn't care. For one hour a week, they were going to...God help him...bond as a team. Share. Communicate. Maintain the resplendent inter-team hivemind bullshit that got them so close to winning the whole damn thing the year before.

Even if Moe's lockpicking demonstration was a disturbing hour of his life that he'd never get back.

But keeping the team functioning as a team was only half of it. Truth of the matter was, it helped the little idiots to have an outlet, something to get them out of their heads for a bit so that Roy didn't end up hugging a crying player in the boot room every other week. Four times had been enough, thanks.

Colin, the second-time boot room offender, had cocked his head like a Welsh corgi and asked, "Would it be all right if I brought my piano?"

"The one that weighs 800 kilos and broke your mother's floorboards?"

The next week Colin showed up with a new electronic keyboard that did not weigh as much as a baby rhino. He spent his hour taking pop song requests.

"Do I have to do a book report?" Jamie asked defensively when his turn came around. The three weeks before his turn had gone to fucking book reports. Even Roy was desperate for a change up. When he reassured Jamie that he only had to talk about books if he'd actually read a book he fucking liked, the relief on the number-one little idiot's face had been immense.

Jamie showed up for his turn with playing cards, a case of poker chips, and a bouquet of roses. The lads spent the hour shouting about cheating, and after a surprisingly aggressive run of bluffs and flushes, Dani Rojas walked away with all the flowers.

While Roy was distracted by Dani, who lamented that now he would need to buy a florero for his flowers, and Jamie, who thought Roy's water bottle would make an excellent vase in the meantime, he completely missed the gleam in Sam's eye as the unassuming player shuffled the card decks back in order.

---

Sam Obisanya was a fucking menace. One day Roy would retain this information.

Most days it was easy to forget. He had a calming effect on Jamie, who was less prone to biting when Sam was around. This made Jamie quieter, which made Isaac and Colin and Dani quieter, which gave the overall impression that things were peaceful in the locker room.

What Roy always forgot to add to the equation was that Jamie had the opposite effect on Sam, who on a normal day would never be found smiling like a post-canary cat while monopoly cards flew around the locker room like projectile weapons.

"I'm not paying you rent again, Cockburn!" Colin shouted.

"You keep landing on my square. It's not my fault you're bad at dice!"

"Bruv, quit throwing shit. It's my turn and I almost got all the railroads."

"The railroads are statistically the worst spaces to own; you know this, yes?"

"War is inevitable in a system where capitalism is dominant," Moe pointed out from where he sat lotus-style on the bench, abstaining from participating in the 'game of the exploiters.'

"Oi, Sam," Jamie whispered, sitting up a bit to tug at the edge of the other player's jumper. "While they're fightin', can you get me out of jail?"

Sam nodded at Dani, who flicked his hand in a way that spoke volumes on how he'd thrashed the team at poker. Two beige notes appeared in Sam's hand, and just as quickly disappeared into the collar of Jamie's shirt.

"Cheers," Jamie thanked him. He settled his head back down into Sam's lap, making himself cozy like a spoiled, cheating cat. "Never was any good at Monopoly."

Sam's smile was angelic, but his eyes glinted in a way that boded horribly for Roy's heart pressure. "Next time I can bring Settlers of Catan. Or Risk."

"Ooh. Risk. Should we team-up?"

Who knew Sam's talent would be putting Roy Kent in an early grave?

#writing snippet #loosely related to #[redacted title] post season three fic #ask box is always open #thank you for indulging me #roy kent #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #afc richmond

[rosewaterandivy]

c'mon barbie, let's go party

summary: steve harrington learns to embrace his kenergy with a little help from his friends.

a/n: in honor of barbenheimer today, please enjoy steve's newfound kenergy in the kids aren't alright cinematic universe. that being said, you can absolutely read this as a stand alone too! i'm seeing barbie later tonight, so mentions of the plot are vague and culled from the teasers and trailers - any and all mistakes are my own! feel free to yell at me in about this in my ask box et al. i'm at the tattoo shop for the foreseeable future and need some enrichment in my enclosure. Reblogs, feedback, and likes are appreciated - reposting is not. Enjoy! 💜

p.s. sneaky peak at eddie and his gf from my upcoming series notes on a scene 👀

steve had it all planned out - made the appointment himself and triple-checked that your schedule was clear for the day. circled it on the communal calendar in the kitchen double-feature: barbenheimer.

the group chat had been made aware and eddie's girlfriend, inexplicably known as princess, had taken it upon herself to buy tickets for the gang, therefore dictating the order in which the films would be seen (film teachers, am i right?). oppenheimer first, which steve would suffer through - historical films were always difficult for him to get through due to the anachronisms, and ending with the pièce de résistance: barbie.

you were swamped with grad school classes (having applied over the spring and started your courses this past summer) and steve wanted to treat you to something nice and relaxing. and a trip to the nail salon would have been just the thing, if not for eddie & princess crashing it.

luckily, you didn't seem to mind and were happily ensconced in your chair waiting on your nail tech. you'd brought your own color, because you're picky like that, and let steve, and then eddie and his girlfriend (out of necessity), sort through your collection too.

he'd settled on something called a midsummer's dream from that one brand you liked (there seemed to be a package from them every few weeks or so), thinking it would compliment your choice of arcade monster quite nicely; a little sweet and a little sour.

"manicure and pedicure?" the woman at the front desk had asked. steve clarified that the mani/pedi would be for the ladies, while eddie and himself would just get the pedicures. though the chipped black polish on ed's nails was becoming unsightly.

but despite doing so, steve somehow found himself moved from the pedi bath over to a nail table and seated right next to you. you looked up from your reading (Prisoners of Geography by Tim Marshall, steve's suggestion) and quirked a brow. "whatcha doin'?"

"sitting here, i guess."

you smirk, "sure thing, babe," and go back to your book.

so when a well-meaning woman grabs his hand and places it in a bowl of water while asking about his color choice, he doesn't know how to respond. he could've sworn he just said a pedicure for him and eds, but when he looks down the row and finds eddie in rapt conversation with his nail tech about god knows what as she removes his chipped black polish, he's no longer quite as sure.

"psst."

he looks over to you, seeing an ill-attempt to repress your laughter. "you don't have to get a polish if you don't want to." and it's sweet, you're sweet for thinking of him and his comfort when this was supposed to be all about you and yours.

steve shrugs, "might as well at this point," and hands her the bottle of pinky-blue iridescent polish.

you tuck your chin toward your chest with a grin, teeth flashing bright against the pink of your lips. "a very nice use of kenergy, steve. gosling would be proud."

💅💅💅

your nails flash green-gold in the sun, a nice contrast against the magenta base polish. you’re sipping from a s’mores milkshake from the ice cream parlor after the nail appointment, eddie having spied it a few stores down.

("it's too hot to argue, harrington," eddie groused, but not before grabbing steve's hands to examine his manicure. "dude, that color is sick on you!")

“s’nice color honey,” steve says, pausing to drink from the milkshake when you passed it over to him. the cool blend of chocolate and marshmallows with graham cracker chunks hits his tongue as you send a deilvish wink his way.

“thanks baby,” your tongue glides against the full of your bottom lip, collecting a bit of chocolate. checking to see that eddie and princess are out of earshot, you pull him in by the belt loops.

“think they’ll look as nice wrapped around your cock later?” you rasp, voice dropping to a low whisper.

steve shudders at the husky sound of your voice and nearly chokes on the milkshake in response, flustered and blushing. your laughter rings out in the afternoon heat, as bright as the sun shining above.

you kiss him for good measure, lips cool and sweet, before catching up to eddie and his girlfriend a few paces ahead. and all steve can do is watch after you, struck dumb by his girl with her quick tongue and wicked words.

he gets it later that evening seeing barbie when they say: “she’s barbie, and he’s just ken.”

you did not tell a lie when you said to princess all those months ago, that ken would end up being steve’s ‘literally me’ character. truthfully, he’s just glad to end up with his dreamgirl.

and yeah, your nails looked just as pretty later that night. as did his when you fell apart on his fingers. a flash of blue in the dim light when his hands dug into the soft flesh of your hips— you coming with a ragged cry on his cock, face buried against the pillows of your bed.

steve may be “just ken” but he wouldn’t trade it for the world. not when he’s got a barbie like you.

#steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fanfic #the kids aren’t alright rosewaterandivy #steve harrington smut

[the-bad-batch-baroness]

You got any fluffy headcannons about your fav clones? <33

Fluffy wuffy headcanons for my fave clone boys??? Don't mind if I do 🥺

Tup

Besides loving to wash your hair, he gives the BEST scalp massages. You know those whisk scalp massager things that take you to high heaven? Yeah, his fingers do that.

Fives

You are his favorite pillow. Lap, thighs, stomach, chest, or back. If he can rest his head on it, he will. You won't be able to move because of his cute sleeping face.

Jesse

He is a wine and diner. He'll make the reservations, dress up all fancy, and gift you that expensive jewelry you've been eyeing. This man was made for romance.

Kix

He only buys the bandaids with the cute patterns on them because you deserve to look adorable while injured. He also kisses all of your boo-boos to make them better.

Hardcase

Sings very, VERY loudly in the shower. Uses your shampoo bottle as a mic. Splashes water everywhere in the process. The bath mat will not survive the encore.

Dogma

Constantly leaves little love notes all over the house for you to find. On the mirror, in your book, in your lunch bag, stuck to the side of the cabinet, on the refrigerator, etc.

Rex

The cuddliest of cuddle bugs. He loves sharing a fluffy blanket with you on a cold winter's night in front of the fireplace while watching a Hallmark movie marathon.

Echo

He will carry all of your groceries in one trip. Do not argue. He wants to make your life easier. Please let him. He will accept little kisses if you want to thank him for it.

Ask me stuff

#tbbb converses #fluffy headcanons #clone headcanons #tcw rex #tcw fives #tcw jesse #tcw echo #tcw hardcase #tcw kix #tcw dogma #tcw tup #the clone wars #clone wars #tcw #star wars

[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways 48 for John and Sherlock? But make it kidLock!

--Rain on Main

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "We should eat something."

“We should eat something,” John said.

Sherlock merely grunted, adjusting the lens on his microscope.

John's stomach growled again. It was a Saturday, so he'd come over to Sherlock's house as soon as he'd finished breakfast. When he checked the clock on Sherlock's bedside table, it said 15:23. That meant he hadn't eaten in...well, he couldn't remember exactly when he'd finished breakfast, but it had been a long time.

“Aren't you hungry?” John prodded.

“Digestion takes blood flow away from the brain,” Sherlock said distractedly, jotting something down in his notebook. “Eating just slows down thinking.”

“Yeah, but your brain also needs energy from food to keep thinking.”

“I'm fine,” Sherlock said, picking up another slide and sticking it carefully under the microscope.

John held his breath and counted to ten in his head, like his mother always told him and Harry to do when they started arguing. Once he thought he could keep from raising his voice, John snapped, “Well, I'm hungry.”

Sherlock didn't even look up, just waved his hand absently over his shoulder. “You know where the kitchen is.”

With a huff of irritation, John dropped his own notebook onto the table next to Sherlock's and stomped out of the room. He didn't exactly slam the door, but he shut it with a satisfying snap.

Sherlock's single-mindedness was great and all; it was probably one of the main reasons he was so far ahead in school. John knew he would never be as smart as his friend, but one thing he did have Sherlock beat at was hospitality. If they'd gone to John's house today, not only would they have gotten a full lunch, but the second Sherlock mentioned feeling a bit peckish, John knew his mother would whip out a healthy snack for them. And Sherlock would eat it, whether it took the blood flow away from his stupid brain or not.

John strode over to the banister at the top of the stairs and hesitated, peering over them into the empty front hall. True, he did know where the kitchen was, after Sherlock had taken him there a few times, but John still felt a bit awkward in this huge, fancy house. He tiptoed down the stairs, then quietly walked down the hall, feeling as though at any moment, a maid or butler would suddenly appear and warn him that he was trespassing where he didn't belong.

But in the end, he made it to the large kitchen without incident. There didn't seem to be anybody about. Maybe he and Sherlock were the only ones at home.

John stood in the huge, immaculate kitchen for a minute, just looking around and trying to convince himself to make something for them to eat. Was he allowed to take anything? He opened the fridge and the pantry and just stared at all of the food waiting to be used—expensive brands he'd never even heard of, the kind of things his mother would never even consider buying.

After dithering about for far too long, John's growling stomach finally convinced him to make a choice. He decided to make cucumber sandwiches, and he found a package of biscuits that he sampled and decided would make a good addition. With the biscuits under his arm and the sandwiches piled up on a plate, it occurred to him that they needed something to drink as well. Hydration was important, after all.

After digging around some more, he eventually found some bottles of water, which he tucked under his other arm. Then, walking carefully with his precious load, he made his way back upstairs to Sherlock's room. At every step, the terrified thought plagued him of what would happen if he tripped and dropped the food. Crumbs and bits of cucumber would go everywhere, and he wouldn't know how to clean it all up in time, and then someone would come along and tell him to get lost, he was just a dirty little boy who had no right to come here and bother them....

But he made it all the way back to Sherlock's room without dropping a thing. He had to set the plate down on the floor to open the door, then pick it back up again to bring it inside, but then he was safe. Letting out a relieved sigh, John set the plate on the edge of Sherlock's desk, then unloaded the rest of his wares beside it.

Through it all, Sherlock didn't look up from whatever he was scribbling in his notebook. John was used to being ignored when Sherlock was focused on something, so he didn't mind. He just pulled his chair closer and started on the sandwiches, looking over Sherlock's shoulder and trying to decipher his complicated equations.

John had just finished his second sandwich and was opening a water bottle when Sherlock reached over without looking and grabbed a sandwich for himself. John watched in surprise as Sherlock stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in three impatient bites, still writing with his other hand.

“I've got it, John!” he cried through a mouthful of bread and cucumbers. “It was so absurdly simple, why didn't I see it immediately?” Springing to his feet, he began pacing back and forth across his room, and when he passed by his desk, he grabbed another sandwich from the plate. He didn't even seem to realize he'd done it.

As Sherlock excitedly explained why what was on the bottom of that shoe they'd found was crucially important, using words John could barely follow, John opened the package of biscuits. While nibbling on one himself, John pulled one biscuit after another and handed them off to Sherlock as he passed. Sherlock grabbed each one he was offered and shoved it into his mouth, with manners that would have appalled John's mother and earned him a scolding for sure.

John didn't care. He just listened to his friend talking a mile a minute, barely able to keep up. If anything, Sherlock seemed to talk faster and pace with a little more spring in his step with each biscuit he ate. So much for digestion slowing down his thinking.

John smiled behind the cover of taking another drink. Who knew it would be this easy to con Sherlock Holmes into taking care of himself?

#ask and you shall receive #a2on1break #ask games #let me count the ways #sherlock #bbc sherlock #kidlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #i know i got the idea for this from some fic i read i just can't for the life of me remember which one ^^' #something that included john strategically placing food in places where sherlock would absent-mindedly grab it and start eating it #the little things a friend does to make sure his best friend doesn't turn into a skeleton XD

[moodywyrm]

nah i-i just think abboy would ove to pat pat you down her hand resting there trying to make the pain go away :( rubbing your covered cunt but not in a sexual way(?) ❤️‍🩹

yes yes yes yes yes

i agree. i am back with my super grabby Abby thoughts, she literally just loves holding u so bad. so when ur in pain and one of the few things that bring u comfort is the warmth of her hands? done deal. also i think her hands would be so warm, i will not argue on this point she is my warm girl.

you two would be spooning on the couch, bc i imagine she buys you two an Incredible couch for your apartment. she's big spoon rn (even though she loves to be lil spoon) bc she knows the warmth of her body against ur incredibly sore lower back gives u some much-needed relief. but she can hear your huffs n puffs n pained lil whines bc ur pussy hurts bc periods just fucking do that sometimes. so she takes one hand that was cradling ur hip n moves it down between ur legs, coaxing you into spreading them just enough for her to slip her big hand over ur panties n cup ur cunt n oh my god does it feel fucking good. the warmth from her hands feels like the world's best hot water bottle, so good that u let out a lil moan and wiggle back into her, leaving kisses on the beefy bicep under ur head before settling in for a nap. she smiles against the top of ur head n places a lil kiss there before following ur lead.

guys can u tell im touched starved and need to be held rn. my back is in pain my tits are sore n i am bleeding. no fun.

#anon #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #tlou2 abby x reader

[trybeforeyoudeny]

Quick Steddie ficlet! 1.4k

“God dammit!” Eddie jiggles the handle of the shower to no avail. “Gareth! What’s going on with the water?!”

A moment later his roommate pops his head through the doorway and lets out a laugh at Eddie’s frustration. “The landlord had to shut it off, he’ll be back to fix it tomorrow. I took a shower next door and I told him you might stop by after work.”

Eddie’s face scrunches at the thought, the last thing he wanted to do was go shower at a stranger's apartment but after working in the shop all day he doesn’t have much choice.

“Wonderful, thanks man,” Eddie pats him on the back and reluctantly makes his way across the hall.

Knock knock knock

Nothing could have prepared him for the gorgeous man that answers the door. He stands tall, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed.

“Uh… hi. My roommate said I could use your shower…” he tries not to blush as the man looks him up and down.

He takes this moment to realize how he must look like a mess right now. His hair in a messy bun, he has his work coveralls on with the sleeves wrapped snugly around his waist, and the grease that didn’t get wiped onto his white muscle shirt was covering his hands and smudged on his face.

“I’m sorry, I just came from work,” Eddie adds on as if the handsome stranger would assume this is how he normally looks.

“I can see that,” he chuckles, stepping aside. “Come on in, Eddie right? I’m Steve.”

Steve.

That suits him.

“Yeah, Eddie,” he confirms while stepping across the threshold into the warmth of Steve’s small apartment.

It felt nothing like his own, though the layout was almost identical. His place was cluttered and messy, empty pizza boxes stacked on the counter and the trash can overflowing because he and Gareth always argue over whose turn it is to take it out. It was practically guaranteed that you’d find loose clothes scattered about upon entering, and their decorating choices-or lack thereof- was abysmal.

Meanwhile, Steve’s apartment was bursting with life and everything had its place. Eddie thought this guy must be an interior designer because he felt as if he just entered the pages of a pottery barn catalogue.

“Nice place,” Eddie comments while kicking off his heavy work boots. No way was he going to track muck through this guy's home. As he places his shoes on the rack by the door he can’t help but notice several pairs of women’s shoes and silently groans to himself. Of course he’s got a girlfriend, just look at him!

“Thanks, my uh, roommate decorated it,” he shrugs. “The shower is just down the hall, second last door.”

“Thanks,” Eddie gives him an awkward smile before exiting the situation as quickly as possible and locking the door behind him.

He lets out a slow breath once he’s alone, carefully stripping from his clothes while trying not to touch anything. At his own place, he’s sure there are black smudges on everything from him being reckless after work, but he’ll be damned if he leaves a trace of grease on the fluffy white towels hung up, or the light peach-coloured walls.

Once he makes it safely into the shower he gets to work scrubbing harshly at his skin. He had forgotten to bring a loofah but the rough callouses on his hands seem to be getting the job done just fine. He moves onto his hair- which he once again, forgot the products for.

He peeks at the bottles on the shelf, taken aback by all the expensive products that he would never splurge on. He knew Steve’s hair looked too good for the drugstore products he’d always buy.

Once he steps out of the shower, hair silkier than it has ever been in his life- he wraps a towel around his waist and nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears the doorknob jiggling.

“Steve! What have I told you, if you lock the door, I’m gonna find my own way in!” A woman’s voice yells through the door and suddenly the handle turns and the door swings open, a bobby pin still sticking out of the lock.

“Wait, you’re not Steve,” the brunette gasps.

“Robin!” Suddenly Steve appears behind her, wide-eyed with a look of horror on his face. His face drops into something else when his eyes land on his Eddie, something he can’t put his finger on. Is he biting his lip?!

“Damn Stevie, you could have told me you had a date over, I would have stayed at Vickie’s tonight,” she nudges her elbow into his side and wiggles her eyebrows at him.

“I- what? No!” Steve becomes flustered. “Robin, this is our neighbour, Eddie. His water is out so he’s taking a shower here,” he explains, eyes still scanning Eddie up and down.

He can’t help but feel drastically underdressed while standing in nothing but a towel draped around his waist, water droplets dripping from his hair and down his exposed chest.

“Oh,” Robin pouts, “well, you know where he lives so something could still happen-“

“Out!” Steve yells but there’s no harshness in his voice. “Sorry about her, she’s… a lot,” he chuckles.

“No worries, honestly I thought she was your girlfriend so I thought I was about to be tackled,” he jokes.

“Girlfriend? No, definitely not,” Steve’s face scrunches at the idea.

“Good to know,” he smirks, replaying robins words in his head. She had thought he was a date or hookup so clearly, Steve isn’t as straight as he assumed.

“I should uh… give you some privacy,” Steve blushes, suddenly realizing how long he’s been standing in the doorway ogling at his nearly naked guest.

“About that… I forgot my clothes next door.” Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he think to grab a fresh change of clothes before running across the hall? Possibly the same reason he hadn't brought any of his products over- he had the memory of a goldfish and the attention span of a golden retriever.

“Oh- uhhh,” Steve stammers. “You could borrow some of my clothes?” He wants to bang his head against the wall. Offering to run next door to ask Eddie’s roommate for some clothes was the obvious choice, but nope! That clearly couldn't cross Steve’s mind before offering up his own clothes to this tall, gorgeous stranger.

Of course, the upside of this situation being that this will give him an excuse to see him again.

“If you don’t mind,” he replies cautiously, as if to not overstep any boundaries that have already been crossed.

“Course not! I’ll be right back,” Steve gives him an awkward thumbs-up before turning heel and entering his bedroom. He pulls his wardrobe open in a frenzy and begins to look through his colourful attire with dread.

How is he supposed to find a decent outfit to lend his hot mechanic, metalhead neighbour, when his outfits consist of polos and soft sweaters?

“Okay- this is fine,” he mumbled to himself as he searches. “He only has to get across the hall, I’m doing him a favour, he won’t judge!”

Once he pulls down the tamest articles of clothing he can find he brings them back to the bathroom, dropping them off outside the door and giving a soft knock to alert Eddie.

A few moments later Eddie enters the living room wearing Steve’s grey sweatpants and soft baby blue crewneck sweater and his heart skips a beat.

“Looks good on you,” he comments when he sees how uncomfortable he looks.

“Thanks, not really my style but it’s comfy,” Eddie smiles, wide and genuine. “I’ll bring it by tomorrow for you.”

“Sure,” Steve nods, biting the inside of his cheek to gain courage before adding, “maybe we could grab coffee after?”

“It’s a date,” Eddie winks before sneaking out the front door and hurrying inside his own apartment, heart pounding and cheeks hurting from smiling so hard.

“Hey man, did it go okay? Steve seems cool, we should invite him and his roommate over sometime,” Gareth looks him up and down, chuckling when he seems Eddie’s outfit. “New look?”

“Shut up!” Eddie groans. “But yes, we’ll definitely be seeing more of him,” he pulls his still wet hair in front of his face to hide his love sick grin.

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #teatime #gareth emerson #mechanic!eddie #neighbours #ficlet #steddie ficlet

[karrigothoez]

look into his angel eyes - billy hargrove

summary: you're always at an argument with your friends about the hometown hit, billy hargrove. you're always telling them how much of a heart-breaker he is, which they always disagree to. one day when you run into to him, you end up talking and you're quickly head-over-heals for the boy.

i'm not a big hargrove or harrington person but if you have a request please suggest :)

“you wanna be banned for life lard ass?” the kid quickly shakes his head no with fear clearly shown in his face.

“didn't think so.” billy says as he blows his whistle as everyone resumes to what they were doing before hand. he makes his way to the lifeguard bench mumbling to the ladies sitting on the sidelines.

“god he's so dreamy.” tina said. you roll your eyes, “oh my gosh, not this again.”

“oh come on y/n, he has the body of a god. who else do you know at our school that has a six pack!?” she rambles. 

“god, tina look. i'm just not buying his charming bullshit.” 

“well you should. just look at him.” tina argues pointing over to the boy in the chair. you lift your sunglasses looking to glace over at him.

“yeah, sure he's okay tina.” you say sarcastically with a sigh putting the glasses back over your eyes, tina groans in frustration noticing your friend heather walk by. 

“heather!” tina says calling the girl over. “can you please tell y/n that she's clearly blind and has no taste in men.” your jaw drops as you sit up and pull your glasses off.

“okay, just because i don't believe hargrove's fake ass act does not mean that my taste in men is shitty tina.” you say stunned by what came out of her mouth.

“y/n are you serious. come on he has the body of-” 

“body of a god yeah, yeah, yeah” you speak cutting heather off, “look he's okay looking but this little act he has going on isn't fooling me.”

“you're so lucky you get to work with him.” tina says looking at heather.

*   *   *   *   *

“y/s/n [your sister’s name] stay in the pool, i'll be right back i gotta get some tow-” you bump into someone accidentally making them drop their water bottle. 

“i'm sorry, i got that.” you say bending down and picking up the water bottle, finally turning your head to see

“thanks.” he says with a grin across his face clearly eyeing you.

hargrove.

“yeah of course.” you say with a smile, “where you headed angel?” he asks eyes locked on you.

angel? was billy hargrove flirting with you?

“uhm, just to go get some towels”

“mhm..” he mutters biting his whistle checking you out bottom to top.

whaaaatt the hell is happening??

“well if it helps i'll keep an eye on y/s/n for you” he says dropping the whistle from his mouth.

“yeah, i- uhm okay.” you stutter walking past him.

okay what the hell just happened? what was that?

you gather yourself and finally walk back out with towels, and of course it just now hit you that you decided to sit only slightly a few inches away from the lifeguard post. great.

“thought you would never come back.” billy said from the chair. “i was only gone for like not even 2 minutes.” you said setting down the towels.

“you know you look pretty good in that bathing suit.” he smiles climbing down.

“thanks.” you say turning around to meet his eye. 

“you know i've been noticing you around here a lot.” 

“well you work here, you should know by now its a popular pool, especially in summer.” you say.

“cocky.” he chuckles out. “well when it comes to the town's biggest gossip, what he wants, tends to stand out.” you say with your arms crossed, ego getting bigger as you step closer.

he looks to his right and lets out a breathy laugh, you turn to see what he was looking at, only to find women looking at you of all ages, to teenagers from your school, to mothers of children.

“yeah, clearly she does.” he says with a smirk, making your head turn quickly to look back at him, once realizing how close you are, you take a step back.

“let me take you out on a date.” he offers, “yeah no, all these other little girls might buy your charming act, but that doesn't mean i do.”

“i'm a little hurt that you'd believe those rumors.”

“i'm not gonna be your little girl experiment that you'd take out once, bang, and then throw in a ditch billy, i know better than that.” you argue sitting down on the beach chair.

“okay look, i promise you i'm not like that okay. just let me take you out on one date, please.”

you were surprised he was pleading, you'd never heard of him doing this with anyone else. maybe they were all rumors, or maybe you were right and it's just his charming act, but there was something in his eyes, he wasn't just asking to mess with you, it looked like he really wanted this, which surprised you since you two had never talked before.

“okay. saturday, 6 o'clock.” you smile, “i pick you up?” 

���yeah why not.”

*   *   *   *   *

“so um, whats this rumor about you and billy talking at the pool?” heather asks.

“who said it was a rumor?” you question. tina gasps, “wait did billy actually talk to you?”

“yeah, and we're actually going on a date.”

“bullshit.” heather and tina say in unison, “i thought you weren't into him.” heather said.

“well, there was something in his eyes when he asked me.”

“oh god i could get lost in his eyes forever” tina says with a sigh.

“shut up tina.”

#billy hargrove #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4 #stranger things fluff #dacre montgomery #stranger things fan

[withclawandvine]

i’m sorry but i simply must gush about how good of a partner bakugou would be to someone with adhd, okay? 

okay. here’s a lil drabble.

Most nights, you have dinner at Katsuki’s. His place is nicer and his kitchen’s always fully stocked, unlike yours. But tonight unexpectedly finds him in your little apartment instead. You know better than to try helping with anything. It’s not that you’re a bad cook—you get along just fine—but your kitchen is barely big enough for one body, and you know that bumping elbows with Katsuki while he works will drive him nuts. It’s better for both of you if you let him do his thing, so you take your time showering and applying your skincare before joining him in the kitchen. 

As soon as he hears your footsteps, he whips around, brandishing a bag of shriveling carrots like a weapon, “The hell’s this?!” 

Your brow wrinkles, “Carrots?” 

“No, dumbass!” he throws the fridge open. “What’s goin’ on in here? When’s the last time you opened this thing?” 

“Yesterday.” To refill the water pitcher. 

“Don’t bullshit me,” Katsuki barks, gesturing to the cluttered shelves. “Half this shit’s inedible.” 

You shrug, “It’s always like that.”

Katsuki’s face twists up in a way that has you unsure if it’s in outrage or concern. Before he has the chance to express either, you explain that it’s really easy for you to forget about things—especially if they aren’t clearly visible. That you buy produce with the best of intentions, but things get shuffled around and next thing you know, you’re tossing out wilted spinach and moldy broccoli. “I’ve learned to manage most of my symptoms, but this one…” 

“That’s why you’re always eating that instant crap?” 

He seems so baffled, you can’t help but laugh as you try to defend yourself, “It doesn’t go bad!” 

Katsuki lets out a long-suffering sigh, turning back to stir the curry bubbling on the stove. He mutters to himself about how lucky you were he was able to salvage anything. Despite his grousing, the food is still delicious.

- 

When you get home from work a few days later, Katsuki is lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the table. Your heart warms at the sight of it, and you can’t keep the surprise out of your tone, “What’re you doing here?” 

He scowls at your approaching form, as if you’ve just said something impossibly stupid. “I live here.” 

He doesn’t. You don’t argue. Just lean down and kiss the first thing you can reach, which happens to be the top of his head. He lets out a huff of annoyance, and you can just make out the disappointed pout on his lips before he pulls you down for a proper kiss. 

“Hi,” you all but sigh the word. Katsuki rolls his eyes, but the effect is hardly what he’s going for, since his cheeks have gone pink. You drop a kiss on one before pulling away, “I need some water.” 

“You hungry?” You call over your shoulder as you enter the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet. “I’m not gonna lie, the food situation isn’t any better than it was last time you were here, but I can call in for something, if you wa—” Your words turn into a gasp when you open the fridge. 

It’s nearly unrecognizable. The various bottles of sauces and condiments are no longer shelved in the door. Instead, there are neat rows of produce. It’s all been chopped and cleaned, waiting in clear containers you’ve never seen before. Anything that doesn’t fit on the door is stacked neatly on the shelves, next to the packages of various proteins. Everything is carefully labeled with expiration dates. The produce graveyard that had once been the crisper drawers are now full of bottles and jars and anything else with a long shelf life. 

You’re so busy gawking you almost don’t notice Katsuki hovering in the doorway. 

“You did this?” 

“Who else?” It sounds gruff, but his eyes are watching you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction. 

You think you might cry. For most of your life, it seemed as if nobody noticed how much you were struggling, and those did had never made such an effort to ease those burdens. You never could have expected this, and you don’t know how to express how much it means to you. You can only hug him tight, and hope your gratitude will seep into him. Katsuki’s hand curls around your neck, guiding your head back just enough to look you in the eye. One of his rough thumbs sweeps over your cheek, the tenderness deeply at odds with his grumbling of,  “No more shitty food, okay?” 

Which is just his way of saying Please take care of yourself, so you smile and nod, still a bit teary. He scoffs a little, nudging your head back into his chest. As his hand curls around the back of your head, he whispers a promise to take care of you. 

The way he says it makes it sound like a threat, which makes you laugh. But you still thank him for it, your voice quiet and earnest, “I’d be a mess without you.” 

He snorts, “Don’t I know it.”

#yes i am posting this on my book blog #and what about it #don't worry besties we'll get back to our regularly scheduled programming now #anyway #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou #bakugou x reader #my writing: mha #mha

[cinemastyles-blog]

Come On, You Got It.

Summary: an anon request on Wattpad - "Personal trainer Harry???"

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (both), finishing in readers mouth, fingering, squirting, hair pulling, choking, filth

BOXER HARRY

"Come on, love. Give me a few more then we can take a break." Harry says as he leans around the punching bag, "You got it. Just a few more, please."

You sigh and drops your glove covered hands to your sides, "I'm tired, Harry."

He chuckles at your whining and shakes his head, "Fine. Go get some water."

You smirk as you undo the Velcro with your teeth and it makes Harry's eyebrow twitch. He runs his hand over his face as he walks over to grab his white boxing gloves off of the bench.

You walk over, sitting down as you grab your water bottle. Your eyes stay on him as he moves over to in front of you, "Can you wrap my hands?"

You know damn well Harry can wrap his own hands, but you don't argue. You grab the wrap from his grasp and move his hand to how you want it.

You've been training with Harry for months now, and you kinda of have a thing for him, so you know exactly how he likes it done.

"You're a fast learner." He jokes as his eyes follow your hands. You glance up at him and his eyes meet yours, "Only been doing this for how long."

He smirks as he brings his wrapped hand up, inspecting it, "Damn near perfect."

You scoff, "That is perfect."

"I know." Harry hands you his gloves to help him get them on, "I just like getting you riled up." He winks and you can feel your face get warmer, "Shut up."

"Make me."

Your head snaps upward and you sigh, "I could kick your ass any day." You squeeze your water bottle, squirting water in your mouth.

He watches as water dribbles down your chin and he quickly wipes it away with his thumb, "I'd like to see you try."

——

"Come on, y/n." Harry walks around the bag, admiring your punches, "You got it. Jab cross, jab cross cross." He nods in approval and grabs the bag, holding it still.

You step back, wiping sweat from your forehead onto your arm, "How was that?" He leans out around and smirks, "Good, that was good. But.."

You tilt your head as you take your gloves off, "What?"

He steps out from behind the bag and crosses his arms, "Still don't think you can beat me."

You raise your eyebrows, "Mm. I see."

"What?" He laughs as you walk to grab your water, "Come on. Loser buys dinner."

You turn to look at him before putting your gloves back on, "You are so on, Styles."

He grabs his gloves, putting them back and walking over to the mat, "C'mon." You smirk as you walk over, standing infront of him, "Ready to lose?"

He tilts his head and shrugs, "I should be asking you that."

You both get ready, moving around in a circle as you wait for your moment to strike. You used the combos that you learned today and end up popping him right in the nose.

By total accident.

"Oh my god.. are you okay?" You rest your glove over your lips as you step towards a doubled over Harry, "Hey I'm so- whoa!" You let out a slight scream as Harry flips you, pinning you to the ground.

His body is slightly pressing against yours and you look at him from over your shoulder, "Hey now."

He rolls you over onto your back and pins your arms down by your biceps, "Hey now." He says in a mocking tone which makes you laugh.

His eyes move over your face as he licks his lips and smiles, "So whats for dinner?"

"A knuckle sandwich if you don't let me up." You fight back a smirk but fail as he helps you stand up. You take your gloves off and unwrap your hands as you think, "Whatever you want is fine with me."

He nods, "I'll think about that while I shower."

You bite your lip and nod as you bend down to grab your bag, "Alright." You look at him with a smile before you disappear into the locker room to shower.

The whole time, the thought of you and Harry being the only ones in the gym settles into your mind.

You push them away but each time they come back, they're stronger and dirtier than the last.

You walk out, drying your hair off with a towel.

"About time." Harry says with an over exaggerated groan, "I'm starving out here." You laugh, "Sorry. I wanted to make sure I didn't stink like sweat."

He laughs, "Girls and their long ass showers."

"Hey. Can't hate it if you haven't tried it."

"What? A shower with you?" He raises his eyebrows and it causes you to stumble over your words, "Wh- no i di- not what I meant, Harry."

"Again. I just like to get you going." He chuckles and throws his bag over his shoulder, "I just have to stop over here at my office quick, so just give me a sec."

I nod and follow him over, watching as he sits down at his desk. His fingers tap the top as he tries to remember why he went in there.

"What are you looking for?" You ask as you lean against the door frame. He blows out air and leans back in his chair, "Come here."

Your heart starts beating fast as you step in and walk over to him, "What's up?"

He bites his lips and looks up at you, "So.." he laughs slightly and shakes his head, "Nothing, we can, uh. We can just go get dinner."

He stands up and you put your hand on his chest, "No. Finish what you were going to say."

He looks down at your hand planted flat on his chest and back up to you, "I want you."

His words make you freeze for a moment, but only because you were sure if he'd ever go for you, he is your trainer and all.

"Really?" You bite your lip and slowly slide your hand down his chest, slipping your fingers into the band of his shorts, "Because I want you, too."

In a quick motion, he spins you and sets you on his desk, "Glad we feel the same." He pulls your shorts and panties to the side, slowly slipping two fingers into you as he watches your face scrunch up with pleasure.

He slides his other hand up and grabs the back of your neck, "You're so fucking hot." He crashes his lips onto yours, swallowing your moans as he thrusts his fingers in and out quickly.

"Fuck, fuck. Yes yes yes." You whine out as you push your chest forward.

"Fuckin' hell. Thats it, baby." Harry groans as he watches the liquid drip from his hand and off your body onto the floor, "Never had anyone do that before."

He looks at you with a proud expression, "That was fucking perfect." His lips find their way to yours but he quickly kisses down your next and drops to his knees with a grunt, "need to see if you taste as sweet as you look."

He hooks his arms under your thighs, holding your shorts and panties to the side as he just goes for it. You throw your head back, moaning as you rest your hand on the back of his head, "Fuck, Harry."

He hums as he works his tongue in and out of your pussy, causing you to gasp and move your hips forward, "Shit, h-Harry."

Your legs lock over his shoulders and he has a tight grasp on your thighs keeping them spread as he devours you.

"I'm gonna cum.." you announce in a breathless whisper, "Shi-" you let out a loud moan, knocking stuff over as you grasp the edge of the desk.

Harry continues to eat you out through the high of your orgasm, causing your legs to shake and jolt with each time his nose bumps your clit.

He leans back, looking up at you as he continues to grip your thighs, "You taste heavenly, baby."

He moves one leg off your shoulder, kissing up to your knee as he sets it down and he gives your other leg the same treatment before standing up.

He slips his shirt off, now, you've seen Harry shirtless multiple times, but it never fails to take your breath away.

You lick your lips, still panting from the tap orgasms back to back, "You are so fucking hot."

He smirks as he pushes his sweats down, "Yeah?"

You nod and reach out for him to come closer. He smiles and moves in, resting his thumb and pointer on your chin, "Pretty sexy yourself, love."

You slip your fingers into the band of his boxers as he kisses you. You slowly pull them down and wrap your hand around his cock, pumping slowly as you make out.

"Gonna get it wet for me?" He asks smirking against your lips. You smirk back and nod, "Of course."

He steps back, helping you down off the desk before he  rests against the desk. You kiss down his chest, over his torso, and down the one v-line until your chin rests on his cock.

You plant little kisses from the base of his cock to the tip and wrap your lips around. Harry is in awe watching you so what you're doing, he doesn't say another word.

He just moans, slightly loud as you start bobbing your head in a steady rhythm. His hand rests gently on the back of your head, but pushes every so often to tell you he wants you to take him all in.

You take a deep breath through your nose and relax as much as you can before sinking your head all the way down on him.

"F-fuck, thats.." he groans and tilts his head back, "That's it."

You pull off, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock from your bottom lip. He looks down, bringing his hand around to swipe it away, "Up."

You move to your feet and he pulls you into him, kissing you roughly as he spins you around, planting you on the edge of his desk, "Thought about this the moment I seen you throwing those punches."

You smile and bring one foot up to rest on the desk, "Mm." He pushes your shorts and panties to the side and nods, "You're a fucking natural out there."

His compliment makes you blush slightly but that's quickly forget as he slips the head of his cock past your folds and into you. You gasp, digging your nails into his shoulder, "Harry."

He licks his lips before parting them, watching as his cock disappears inside of you fully. Your eyes roll shut and you moan out at him stretching you, "So big."

He smirks and grabs a handful of your hair, "You like that, huh?"

You try to nod, but the grip Harry has makes you unable to, "So fucking much."

He pulls his cock out slowly before thrusting back in, quickly building up to a harsh, but very pleasurable speed.

"Fuck." Harry groans and grips your throat with his other hand and pushes his cock fully into you, "You're going to make me cum."

That comment makes you feel incredible.

He shakes his head, smiling as he leans down to kiss you. His hand that's holding your hair, moves to hook under your thigh, bringing it up to his bicep.

He starts thrusting again, squeezing your throat slowly as he watches your face, "Does that feel good?" He rests his forehead against your temple and you whimper out a quiet, "Mhm."

"Where do you want me to cum?" He leans back, letting go of your neck, "I'm close." His thrusts slow down a little and you lay a hand on his arm that's holding your leg, "Mouth."

He moans as he pictures you on your knees, cum on your tongue and he pulls out, "Fuck, okay. Okay."

You move down to the floor, resting on your calves as you stick your tongue out, waiting for him. He jerks his cock a few times, moaning out as he watches it pool onto your tongue, sliding back towards your throat.

"Such a pretty girl." He breathes out and taps his cock on your lips as you close them to swallow. He stares down at you, smirking as you stick your tongue back out to show him that it's gone.

"Dirty girl, too." He smirks and rubs your cheek with his thumb, "Come on. I'll buy dinner tonight." He winks and helps you stand up.

He pulls you in by your waist and kisses you. You smile and laugh slightly against his lips, "Before we do that, I need to change."

"Oh yeah?" He chuckle, "Why's that?"

You roll your eyes and push his shoulder gently, "You know exactly why, Mr. Styles." You walk over and grab your bag, shuffling through to grab a new pair of panties and shorts, "Could have just taken them off."

He shrugs, "I'll take them off next time."

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