#happy wet pants Tuesday

[khathastrophe]

tried to escape the main family compound but the clapping of my cheeks wet pant legs alerted the guards

#kinnporsche #vegas theerapanyakul #happy wet pants Tuesday #vegaspete #or is this #vegasporsche #in this context at least #kinnporsche the series #kpts #bible sumettikul

[grimesgirll]

there’s something about the way your bodysuit rides up that makes rick lose his better judgment - and do things like pull down your pants and drag you to the bedroom.

“rick,” you breathe.

“this is how it opens, right?” he undoes the snaps between your legs.

“yes, but what abou-,”

“no one cares about the laundry right now.”

yeah, you wouldn’t, you think as he unceremoniously hikes your gray bodysuit up. the bodysuit you thought would pair well with the cargo pants you’d been wearing until the man flipping you over had stripped you of them.

stomach to the duvet, you hear footsteps on the stairs.

fuck! it better not be carl. you’re praying whoever it is walks away or rick separates himself from you for just long enough to shut the door.

“help me take off her top.” rick instructs and swift on his feet, daryl is in front of you.

“arms.”

you oblige and extend your limbs to allow him to peel the now inside out garment off of you.

“ouch!” you yelp when you feel a sudden sting on your bottom. “what-,” you turn around to see rick with a hand poised on top of your reddening flesh and a finger working towards your cunt.

rick forces another yelp out of you when the next slap lands on your pussy. this is not how you saw your tuesday afternoon going.

you crane your head enough to lock eyes with daryl. your doe eyes are all he needs to unbuckle his pants. frowning, you bring yourself upright enough to help him.

“not even a how was your day?” you jest through parted lips.

“sorry, can’t think straight when you’re just laying like this with the door open.”

“thanks for shuttin’ it,” the older man says and daryl nods.

“well, you owe me a nap after this.” you insist, breath becoming uneven again as rick curls two fingers into you.

“you want a nap, you say?” rick questions, adding his tongue into the equation.

you arch into him. “yes-, i-,” you gasp. “fuck.”

“can’t believe you got ‘er like that already.” daryl remarks, removing himself from his underwear.

you’re sure you can feel the shape of rick’s smirk beneath you as he speeds up both his fingers and tongue. it’s perfect timing because right as your mouth is opening to exhale nice and wide, daryl takes his opportunity to slot into your mouth.

rick has been building you up just to knock you down. every time his tongue drags across your core you can’t help but clamp your thighs down around him, unable to withstand the way he puckers his lips and downright teases your sopping entrance.

three fingers and a twisting tongue is what it takes to turn teasing to total annihilation as you start to fall forward on daryl. your shuddering legs keep on until rick is bracing them open.

“fuck,” you whimper with a mouth full of cock.

above you, daryl gets a front row seat to observe as rick licks your first orgasm of the day out of you. watching your eyes roll back with his dick in your mouth has to be one of the best parts of the redneck’s day so far.

“damn, baby, you needed rick to lick you stupid, huh?”

you can only nod and bob down on daryl. he’s more than happy to guide you and enjoy all the little noises rick is maneuvering out of you with his fingers on daryl’s cock in the form of mewling vibrations.

thoroughly opened up, your legs are still shaking when you feel rick behind you. so preoccupied with daryl, rick’s girth knocking into you comes as a surprise. not for either of the men above though. daryl in particular relishes in every thrust that sends you further down his length.

four blue eyes are fixed on you throughout it all. fixated on how eagerly you swallow daryl, how wet you’ve been this entire time, and the filthy wet squelch echoing.

“you can’t be comin’ already?” daryl questions incredulously when he notices your telltale signs.

hollowing your cheeks, you just try to focus on not choking on the thick cock in your mouth. it’s hard to focus at all with the older man behind you ramming into you at top speeds. not when he’s so deep that he’s brushing your cervix. the feeling of how full you are with him inside of you is enough to have slick running down your thighs again and tears welling in your eyes.

you don’t expect the jolt - the joint sensation on your bottom and inside your molten hot core as you clench around rick, seeing spots as he spears you on top of him through it.

rick maintains a hand on your ass; occasionally, lifting the other just to rain it down on your soft rear. “love seein’ you in that bodysuit, honey,” he’s panting, rocking into you while you tighten around him. “you’re so perfect. so fuckin’ tight for me. fuck.”

you feel daryl twitch inside of you first. then it’s one rough gag that has his hands in your hair while he coats your throat.

daryl is bringing a tissue to your mouth and rick is already on fetching a towel for the mess he made between your legs.

“so, you’ll take a nap with me?” you look from rick between your legs to daryl beside you, both whom seem to be crafting a rebuttal. “nope!” you shake your head, not letting them deny you this. “never mind, no room for arguing. just room for you guys, in this bed.” you plop back and pull them with you, hand in hand.

rick usually has some huffing about patrol or duties to do but instead he’s settling onto the soft mattress next to you. daryl’s on your other side, a hand in your hand and on your thigh.

“mhm, c’mere, darlin’,” rick clutches you closer to land a kiss on your temple. as he ruffles your hair, daryl is pressed against your heartbeat with a hand skirting dangerously close to your inner thighs again.

what a perfect way to spend your tuesday afternoon.

#the walking dead #rickyl #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon x reader #rick grimes #daryl dixon #rick grimes smut #daryl dixon smut #twd imagine #twd smut #twd #rick grimes imagine #daryl dixon imagine #rickyl x reader #not beta read #threes0me #f/m/m #blowy #p in v sex #dumbificat!on #still getting the hang of writing smut #grimesgirll #aftercare #ditzy thought fr

[thesassypadawan]

Morning Wood (Hayden X FemReader)

Summary: What better a way to start the day than having a good fuck with some morning wood…especially when it’s Hayden’s.

Warnings: 18+ (minors dni), because there sooo much of the smut.  Size difference, morning wood, and Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: Thank you so much to everyone who enjoyed my other Hayden fics!  I would love to know your thoughts, and I will be trying to post a fic for Hay every other Monday...unless for something special, like this Tuesday!

- You’re awoken by Hayden placing soft kisses on your face and neck. “Good morning, angel,” he whispers, his voice still a bit raspy from sleep.

- Small happy sounds come from you. You press your ass back against his very prominent morning wood. Wriggling slowly, making him groan. “Good morning to you too,” you say all cutely.

- He places his large hand on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze. “You up for a little fun?”

- Reaching back, you take hold of his colossal cock. Palming him through his boxers you giggle. “Ain’t nothing ‘little’ about that, Hay.”

- Groaning, he slips his long fingers into your panties; rubbing lightly at your folds. “I’ll take this as a ‘yes’,” he teases, feeling how wet you already are for him.

- You let out a whimper as he circles your clit. “Yes. Please, yes.”

- “That’s, my girl,” he chuckles. Giving your little nub one last playful pinch, he then frees himself through the fly of his boxers.

- Wasting no time, he hooks your leg over his thick thigh and pulls your panties to the side. Sliding his cock between your puffy lips, covering himself in your slick. “You ready, baby?”

- Mewling softly, you eagerly tilt your hips backwards to meet his. “Need you.”

- “Whatever you want, angel,” he coos, before pushing into your tight cunt.

- “Hay!” You cry out as he sheathed himself to the hilt. How you love that burning stretch.

- Hayden pauses a moment. Peppering your skin with sweet kisses and muttering praises as you adjust to his massive size. “So perfect. Always taking me so well.”

- Only when you give a small nod and clench around him, does he begin to move at a steady pace. “Please, fuck me hard…fuck me good.”

- His hand grips your hip, pulling you back to meet his strong thrusts. “All right…this is where the fun begins.”

- Soft cries fall from your lips as he greedily pounds into your tiny hole. Thrusting deeply each time, his fat head brushing against your cervix.

- You could tell you were already so close by the way the heat begins to build up inside of you. “Hay, gonna… I’m gonna…” The words barely leave your mouth and, suddenly, you’re rolled onto your stomach.

- “Sorry, baby. Can’t help myself,” he growls, his pace quickening. “I just know how much you love it when your big boy’s on top.”

- You flutter around him as he looms over your back. Surrounding you, forcing you to take every last delish inch. Your body goes pliant, and you let out a needy moan. “Hay,” you whine as he slams into you. “I’m so close.”

- “I got you,” he pants above you, lacing his fingers with yours. “Let go. We’ll cum together…and I’ll fill you up real good.”

- That was the push you both need. Moans come pouring from you as you clamp hard around him. Deep groans escape him as he pumps you full of his hot cum.

- Pulling out, he moves you to your back. Kissing you passionately, he pushes his still hard cock back inside your leaking hole…making you tremble.

- Gazing up at him, a small smile on your face, you hum pleasantly. “You know, we should wake up like this every day. Just saying.”

- “Couldn’t agree with you more,” Hayden chuckles. “So, what do you say, baby? You up for a little more fun and even some more after?”

#hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader #hayden christensen fanfiction #hayden christensen smut #anakin skywalker #anakin #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars anakin #sw anakin #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #anakin skywalker fanfiction #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars prequels #star wars smut #smut #smutty fanfiction

[tteokdoroki]

elaborate more i beg

yes i am happy to help

the first time it happens, osamu thinks it’s a fluke.

you’d stayed at his apartment over the weekend, made a mess of his sheets with the amount of times he’d mounted you when he had a moment. being the sweet little thing that you are, you’d taken it upon yourself to throw said sheets into the laundry— humming a sweet song as you go.

his dick, in that moment, is as hard as it’s ever been— stiff in his pants leg as he watches you fiddle with laundry detergents and disinfectants, to find a product that doesn’t irritate his nose. it’s a fluke….it’s not gonna happen again, his dick growing sticky and throbbing with need from just from the sight of you being domestic.

but it happens again, when you leave him breakfast and a note leaving for work before osamu. he feels it, the familiar trickle of heat between his legs as his cock throbs against his leg, lust pulsing through the fat blue veins that decorate his shaft oh so pretty. poor osamu, taking a cold shower before opening shift of onigiri miya doesn’t do the trick— his imagination running wild thinking of you in his shirt, fluttering around his kitchen to make something for your chef boyfriend. you’re so cute, wanting to impress him.

on the drive to work, he can’t help but think about how you’d look even cuter, thighs and ass spread with samu’s mouth on you, spit sloppy on your sweet pussy… his thoughts run way too wild for an early Tuesday morning, and it’s not long before osamu’s pulling into the parking lot, chubby cock in hand— heavy and wet as he slowly starts to palm himself, your name on his lips and precum on his fingers.

“fuckin’ hell baby,” he purrs from deep within his broad chest, the sound echoing through his car along with the wet slap of his fist meeting his thigh, fingers curled around his shaft. osamu digs a thumb into the seedy tip of his cockhead, circling it as his head rolls back, grey-ish and brownish locks matted to his forehead by the beads of sweat rolling down it. “y’just want me t’knock you up, hah? keep ya home all the fuckin’ time, filled up with my cum…”

though osamu mostly mumbles ( moans ) the dirty words to himself, the image of your cunt dripping with his seed tangled with the idea of you you folded over his drier or his counter, mewling out for more of his fat cock. he can’t help but jerk it off to the rhythm that he’d pound you with, his skin sticking to his leather seats, precum staining them too.

“holy fuckin’ shit…!” osamu grunts, not caring who might be pulling up into work, who might be around— his brain foggy with how sweet and domestic you are, how much he wants to fuck you while he cums in hot spurts, white sin tainting his knuckles. “that’s it…fuckin’ fuck…”

he barely hesitated through his post orgasmic haze, snapping a picture of his reddened half hard and cum covered cock to send to you. osamu grins when your reply rolls through, chuckling to himself lovingly.

‘i take it you enjoyed breakfast then, ‘samu <3’

#hq smut #osamu miya smut #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu smut #osamu x reader #osamu smut #osamu thirst #hq thirst #hq x reader #hq writing #osamu miya x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu smut #haikyuu thirsts #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger

[ameliora-j]

happy twisted tuesday!! okay this might sound rly weird but imagine stepdad bf (could be anyone) x innocent reader who’s in highschool and he picks her up from school and then parks in the middle of the student parking lot and rails her… omg and a bunch of guys walking by and they see the foggy windows and shaky car and reader keeps riding bc it feels too good and she loves her daddy- i’ll stop now 😭

i made her a grad student bc the high school thing made me a little uncomfortable :')

𐐪𐑂 it’s twisted tuesday ! send in ur dark au requests :>

content: stepcest, stepdad!sonny, age gap, established relationship, unprotected piv, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, DARKFIC, THIS POST IS 18+ MDNI

𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂 𐐪𐑂

you smile as you see the big, black svu that belonged to your stepdad. you skipped over and climbed into the car. "hey, doll face" his staten island accent rang out. "how was your class?" he asks

"hi daddy" you smile, kissing his cheek as you fix your skirt. "school was alright. is work going okay?" sonny was amazing. he started dating your mom when you were a sophomore in college, and married her when you graduated. you and sonny were close, given the fact that your mom was never home and both of you were studying law at fordham. it didn't take long before you and sonny began to develop a physical relationship.

physical developed into a loving one very quickly. how could you not love him? he was the epitome of an angel. "works goin alright, it's work." he sighed. "you want any lunch before i take you home or did you eat on campus?" he asks, beginning to pull around the building and into a parking lot.

"i could eat" you smile softly "where are we going?" you ask curiously as you look around the parking lot.

"i need you to help relax me, doll" he says "can you do that for daddy?" he asks. you smile brightly, bobbing your head in a nod. you would do anything for sonny. "there's my good girl" he smiles, cupping your jaw before giving you a soft kiss.

you smile softly as you kiss him back, gently holding his jaw. he hums softly as he pulls back before climbing into the backseat. "c'mon, doll" he mumbles, patting his thigh. you smile as you climb back with him, straddling his lap and going right back into your kiss as you grinded down on his lap.

he lets out a throaty groan against your lips, gripping your hips as if his life depended on it. he moved your hips for you as you kissed down his neck, his bulge growing against your center, causing the wet patch on your panties to grow as you moaned against his skin. "c'mon doll, ride daddy's cock" he orders, patting your ass to get you moving.

you nod quickly, undoing his belt and pulling his cock free from his black suit pants. he moans quietly as you stroke his cock, his head falling back against the seat. you pushed your panties aside before slowly sinking down on him. sonny's wet lips parted slightly as you slowly sank down on him. "it's so big" you whine as you slowly begin to bounce on him.

"oh i know it is, baby. but you take it so fucking well" he grunts. his thumb finds your clit easily, rubbing gentle circles on the swollen button as you rode him slowly. "you're doing so fuckin good for daddy. takin his big cock in your slutty little pussy" he grunts, gripping your hips tighter as he bounces you on his lap. "i love the way you stretch around me baby. squeezin me so fuckin tight" he grunted.

the car began to shake with the force of your bouncing, windows fogging as the car quickly became humid with you and sonny's heavy pants. you could hear the sounds of people walking past the car, but you couldn't bring yourself to care. not when sonny's cock was pressing perfectly against your gspot and his relentless thumb on your clit was beginning to send you spiraling into seventh heaven.

you moan loudly, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a sloppy kiss as you rode his cock. "'m gonna cum, daddy" you whine softly. "please i need to cum so bad. wanna milk your cock. feel your babies filling me up." you babble.

sonny groans loudly, gripping your hips tightly before beginning to pound up into you. skin slapping on sin combined with your loud moans providing a beautiful symphony for sonny's ears as he approached his thigh. "i feel your little pussy gripping my cock, baby. cum for me" he orders lowly in your ear, not once faltering in his thrusts. "soak your step daddy's cock with your cum baby. and i'll fill you nice and good with my babies. get you nice and round with my seed" you gasp at his words, moaning loudly as your hips falter. you cum hard, absolutely creaming his cock as your body shook on his lap.

you distantly registered the sound of sonny swearing loudly before you felt his cum coating the walls of your pussy. you whine loudly, falling into his chest as you come down from your high. you press yourself against his chest, listening to his beating heart as he rubbed your back gently.

he helped you to come down before you both fixed yourselves and crawled back to the front of the car. "so..." sonny began, rolling down the windows to clear the flog as he began pulling out of the parking lot. "pizza or burgers?" he smiled charmingly at you.

#sonny carisi #nsfw.nani #dark.nani #stepdad!sonny #sonny carisi smut #twisted tuesday!

[cetaceans-pls]

Might I ask for your thoughts on brujay doing incredibly inane and domestic activities like making hot chocolate in these cold and trying times?

hey anon! this is rather late (you would not, uhm, possibly Could Not imagine the 2024 i've had) and is neither inane nor domestic BUT it does involve hot chocolate so i hope this meets your desires:

☕️

They really should be better stocked, for how often they do this kind of thing. Fresh out of a scene, regardless of Bruce's personal preferences (to be left alone in the dark and quiet in a manner most unhealthy), Jason's pretty insistent on topping (!!) up the man with something warm and sweet, in the instances where he can't maneuver him into eating a 4 course meal.

UNfortunately, today's fun little aside took place at Jason's place instead of the Manor, and while he takes pride in a well-stocked kitchen, he does not have a sweet tooth. There're porcinis and pie dough, black garlic and Iberico ham in the fridge, but nothing sweet and nothing already made.

God, never mind Bruce, Jason's inching near a drop at the Concept of an un-well-fed man.

"It's no issue," Bruce says, bundled up in Jason's minutely, marvelously larger pyjamas. He's drinking tea, just tea, on account of Jason's trying to get him to dry-swallow warmed honey.

"Babe, it's an issue beyond belief." Jason's pacing, upset and getting upsetter. He's nursing a hot cup of coffee; this is likely ill-advised, but he needs to be alert. If he'd been Alert when he went grocery shopping on Tuesday? This wouldn't have happened!!

"Jason," Bruce says, gentle hand at heavy elbow. "Stand ready."

And Jason does, hindbrain kicking in, widening his stance and squaring his shoulders, perfectly set up for a wide receive. Bruce slumps into him, a happy lazy weight. "The bodega's open," Bruce says, face smashed into Jason's bare arm. "Let's get some snacks."

-

It's cold and wet outside, a classic Gotham February evening, but the bodega is genuinely genuinely 1.5 minutes away, and the hem of their pyjama pants barely barely get wet by the time they roll in.

Sergei's at the counter, and puts down the bat when he sees Jason's face, lights up and waves instead. It's a loving friendship! It's built on mutual trust and very warm affection (they took down a robber together while Jason was in for a beer at 2 AM years and years ago, but the robber had turned out to be a particularly tall 15-year-old kid trying to get some cash before school starts so's he could get a new bag for his sister so instead Sergei'd closed shop and they'd sat on the back step eating ice cream sandwiches. Jason Venmo'd some cash for a nice backpack and then some, and Anton comes by for time-and-a-half shifts on Thursdays and Saturdays, and had in fact gotten both Jason and Sergei some cute-as-shit Christmas ornaments little Shayla'd painted for them, my god, my god)!

Bruce, in classic Bruce manner, has shuffled off straight to the quaint little magazine rack. If their luck turns for the better, he might even find a, a Sudoku puzzle book, or something, God. Jason pulls out his shopping bag from his back pocket (it's bright blue with little sailboats, and it was a gift from Damian after he'd gone on a little school little trip to the Cheasapeake bay, and it's damn near his most prized possession, my god, my god). He's not very discerning about what he grabs, just makes sure he can make 'em warm and he can make 'em sweet.

He grabs toaster waffles (for toasting), grabs Nutella (for the waffles), grabs pastelitos (for himself). He's mulling over 3 different brands of shitty garbage glorious hot chocolate when there's a quiet "Stand ready," and a heavy weight falls unto him.

"My ol' ball and chain," Jason says with a snort, with so much damn embarrassing affection. "Which of these do you prefer?"

"Please don't make me drink something with a cartoon character on it," Bruce says glumly, knowing full well what Jason's going to do.

"Nesquik it is," Jason says heartily, saying hello to the bunny boy. "I'll whip up breakfast for dinner when we get back, and baby you're gonna eat all of it. Anything else you want?"

A brightly-coloured crossword puzzle book gets slid into his shopping bag so stealthily he almost misses it. "Anything else?"

"Mmm," Bruce murmurs in a low hum, relaxed in the extreme because Sergei's seen far worse than this from them, and they too have an unshakeable bond (Bruce helped a lady give birth by the 'fresh' veg aisle literally 3 weeks ago). "You did a good job," he continues, leaning even more heavily, a big cat asleep stood up. "You're doing a good job." He presses a kiss to Jason's temple, to Jason's chin, Jason's nape. "You're my good boy."

Boy, boy oh boy, oh oh boy. Jason shudders so hard he almost dislogdges his guy, ouagh. Turns out what stops a drop better than a 4-course-meal is the shitheaded love of your life whispering something nonsensical (something loving) into your ear, oh my oh my oh my.

He's also now, uhm, more than a little hard. "You're such a jackass," Jason says, turning to the side so's he can give some kiss-kiss-kisses back.

"Too much hanky-panky!!" Sergei bellows cheerfully from behind his bulletproof glass, and Bruce just laughs and steps away, hands held up in gentle apology.

"Hurry up, Jason," Bruce says, stepping towards the register with a crooked smile. "Night's still young."

Jason barely resists baring his teeth. It's 2 AM, and he's gonna have Bruce drink his Nesquik, then have breakfast for dinner, and then he's going to fucking Destroy him (my god! my god!).

#whale writing #whale replies #brujay #anon if u can imagine it this was initially so much much hornier #but i really really love late night bodega runs and for Reasons im thinking a lot about scening #so here we are!! here we are!!

[wuahae]

HAPPY 1K!!! ABSOLUTELY DESERVEDDD 🎉🎉 could i request wonwoo, 10:46pm at the bus stop next to your college? ilysm queen 💗 - prom anon

[22:46] / the bus stop next to your college

you’re soaking wet. and not in a good way. 

in fact, you feel more like a sad drowned rat than anything else. as if your day couldn’t get any worse.

this morning, you missed the bus because the elevator was under maintenance and you had to hurry down the stairs from the 7th level of your apartment building, and then you rushed into class panting after running all the way to campus and got gawked at by both your professor and the completely full lecture hall, and then after lunch, you got an email from your microbio professor detailing the results of the exam last week, only to find out your score was only a few points away from the lowest score in the class. not even to get into the disaster of a lab that happened afterwards.

so now here you were—outside, soggy shoes still wet from the puddle you’d stepped in on the way to the lab, marinating in shame. it was only tuesday.

“hey, did you wait long?” you hear through the pitter-patter of rain, and you turn, arms wrapped around yourself as you suppress a shiver. wonwoo walks up carrying a single, large umbrella, dressed warmly in a scarf and rain jacket. 

“i should be the one asking you that,” you counter, most of the teasing bite lost in your exhaustion, leaving just a quiet remark in its wake. “sorry, i really didn’t think it would last that long.”

wonwoo shrugs, giving you a brief smile. “it’s fine, i don’t mind.” it’s all he really says before you set off to walk towards the bus stop just outside of campus.

at the light, you stop at the edge of the sidewalk, the hand on the opposite side of the street glowing a hazy red in the rain as you wait for it to turn to the white walking man. the silence seems even more prevalent now, stretching between the two of you as you stand a little too close for comfort underneath the shared umbrella.

“i’m sorry,” you confess, almost cringing at the way your words break so suddenly. cars rush past, tires hissing against the wet asphalt. “you’re probably wondering what happened at the lab for me to get out an hour after i was supposed to, right?”

you keep your eyes focused on the light ahead, unable to bring yourself to look at him. the shame still coils tight in your stomach.

“i didn’t know if you wanted to say anything,” wonwoo says simply. for some reason it almost makes you want to cry. “but if you want to talk about it, i’d be happy to listen.”

the light turns white, cars coming to a stop. you let out a shaky breath, dissipating in the cold as you begin to walk forward. there wasn’t anything to say, really. it was entirely your fault that you got held up at the lab—you had to repeat the entire protocol from scratch all because you’d goofed and forgotten to add in a reagent. your lab partner hadn’t held it against you either, laughing it off and even patting your back encouragingly after everything was done, the memory still burns a hot flush in your chest regardless.

you try to hide a few slip of tears as just rain, sniffles from the cold, despite the fact that you were the one completely dry underneath the umbrella. if wonwoo notices it while he listens to you retell your story, he doesn’t say anything.

in fact, he doesn’t say anything at all. none of the soothing words you’d expect from someone like dokyeom or mingyu after a story like this, wonwoo just hums in acknowledgement, nodding as he wears an understanding frown while he listens. it's weirdly comforting, the way he lets you spill out everything without intervening in between. he doesn’t even mention how half of his right shoulder has been thoroughly soaked, by the time you finally make it to the bus stop.

“all that, and it’s only tuesday,” he says, finally. it’s an awkward sort of condolence, neither of you really well-equipped nor prepared to handle this conversation, but you smile anyway, breathing out a soft laugh.

“yeah, that’s what i said too.”

normally, you would rather be caught dead than to be so vulnerable in front of a friend (someone you mostly knew of through other friends, on top of that), but as you stand there, alone underneath the canopy, you find it isn’t too bad, being here with wonwoo. 

you both fall silent after that, wonwoo shaking off the worst of the water from his umbrella and continuing to ignore his shoulder while you peer around the corner every few minutes to check if your bus was close to arriving or not. maybe your antsy nature bleeds through too obvious, because after the third bus that comes that isn’t yours, he speaks suddenly.

“i’ll stay with you until your bus comes,” wonwoo says, and you almost startle before defaulting to a polite refusal.

“no, i—you don’t have to, you know,” you reply meekly, toeing the ground awkwardly. wonwoo being with you tonight has been enough of a favor to last him a lifetime. rain pours endlessly outside, a soft pitter-patter, the raindrops clinging onto the canopy of the bus stop before falling in their own time. drip, drip—

wonwoo peers at you, almost curious. “i know.” drop. “but i want to.”

you clamp your mouth shut. you can’t even protest about it—the simplicity in which he says it strikes you silent. and so you just accept it then, a quiet “thank you” interspersed between the pattering of rain against glass.  

beam lights flashing through the night, huddled underneath the too-small roof of the bus stop, you acquiesce eventually that your day really wasn’t so bad, if it meant you’d end up with wonwoo like this—his umbrella shoved into your hands, your sleeve gingerly wiping off what you can on his shoulder, this cold, wet night somehow made warmer with wonwoo by your side.

#sorry prom anon its not as good as i would have liked it but i hope you like it anyway 😭 #thank you for your support always ...... #svt x reader #wonwoo x reader #1k event!

[queers-gambit]

I know you mentioned that the reader would want Eddie to move on but what if the reader haunted Eddie instead 👀. Like in a different au where the reader wanted revenge even tho we know she wouldn’t she’d want Eddie to be happy it’d be more of a “what if”

love the way your mind works, poppet!

cause look, there's a very real possibly of a haunting. you died for a really shitty fucking reason, and you're allowed to be angry in the afterlife.

you choose to first visit his dreams and taunt him with good memories before at the end of each, you drop dead with blood seeping from your mouth, ears, and nose.

he's forced to hold your convulsing body as you beg him for help but the only thing he can register is the growing puddle of blood beneath you - as if gutted like livestock.

and Eddie has to live through that each night.

similar to how you had difficulty sleeping, so does Eddie but it's because he's terrified of the happy memory he'll be reminded of - before it morphs into a nightmare.

and he can't wake up from them. he's has to suffer through them. because you're not merciful in the way you want him to feel your angry; you want his guilt to suffocate him, like flowers did to you.

you're beyond angry watching his relationship with Chrissy progress, so you start appearing as an apparition wherever they are. fancy dinner date? he'll look up at the waiter to order and gasp with a jump because your bloody face is right over the man's shoulder.

they're laying in bed together? he's sweating bullets because he swears he can see you in the shadowy corner of his bedroom.

maybe on Tuesdays, he's at your grave like usual and you'll actually show yourself; rounding around the headstone to sit in front of him. you're just glaring, and he's a panting mess - sobbing and begging you to please forgive him.

"you're the reason i'm dead, what forgiveness do i owe you?" your voice reminds him, but it sounds nothing like he remembers. he imagines this is your voice now that thorns have shredded your throat; it's thick and wet, rattling like a pair of chains.

he starts going to church because he thinks it's a way to alleviate guilt but oh look! you're sitting right there in the middle of the empty church, still in your bloody prom dress, staring forward, before slowly turning your head and glaring right at Eddie.

he's never run from something so fast in his life.

you're everywhere he looks.

sometimes, he's at the grocery store and gets lost in thought staring at the different breads because once upon a time, you tried to convince him that whole wheat was better - but he was a Wonder Bread kinda guy. as he's contemplating getting the whole wheat, a slim, blood-stained, ghoulish hand extends and he'll watch the bony fingers grab the Wonder Bread before dropping it at his feet.

there's blood smeared on the plastic wrap and when he turns, there you are; and he'll blink, and you're gone, but the bread is still at his feet.

he feels like he's losing it - and good, because he is.

you'll appear in the abandoned field his trailer used to reside in. he likes to drive down there to clear his head, but that's no longer an option because he'll see you - hair and dress blowing in the wind despite the air being uncannily still.

you'll turn to him as he slowly approaches, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. he's already crying when he meets your eyes, seeing your own filled with tears that are streaming down your almost translucent cheeks.

"you did this," your voice rattles. "you did this to me - how could you? i thought you were my best friend, i thought you were supposed to protect me."

"i tried! baby, please, i'm sorry - i-i made a mistake and i'm so fucking sorry - please! believe me! i never wanted this!"

"no... you forgot me... and now, i'll make sure you never forget me again."

[sundazesun]

From Ellie Georgia via a Facebook group:

"Hi all,

I’m making this post as a last resort. Please no negative comments I can’t handle it. I was literally about to end my life but decided I would try one last time to get help.

I’ve been a radfem and gender critical for many years now. If there’s one thing I believe in it’s sister solidarity and that women helping women is the best thing I’ve experience and love to help other radfem/gender crit women in any capacity I can - whether it’s helping you source a refutation to an argument or adding you as friend and helping comment on a status that’s falling to pieces. So I’m here asking if anyone can possible help me 🙏 🍀 🤞

Basically I’ve fucked my life up. I’m a homeless (well I sleep in a car) “sex worker” (blergh). I got laid off from my job that I had a week ago and am so stressed. I’ve got job interviews coming up. I can either pay $200 to live in the house with family (board) or try and get a hotel room so I can have a shower before my job interviews. I’ve not showered since Tuesday last week. I’ve not eaten since Sunday. My only options to get money would literally be sex work with the horrible dude I’ve seen before who “made me have 50 orgasms” (faked them allllll!!!) and he is keen to see me again. Wants me for 5+ hours for $300, just ridiculous.

Oh and lastly my 17 year old cat who is my whole entire world I can’t even afford her food or medications right now and I’m so scared for her going without her blood pressure tablets fuck 😞 I’m a god damn failure.

I’ve been fortunate enough to have all the licenses I need to work get fundraised and have acquired them all. The only thing I need now is to ace some job interviews and hopefully land some employment. I feel like the best chance of that is by having a damn shower.

I’m on Twitter also you may have seen my tweets. Please do not dox me!!!!

If it is okay I’ll leave my PayPal link here and if ANYONE can spare just $1 it would be amazing and helpful ($1 = one can of cat food!) Other things I would use money for if I don’t get enough for a hotel room/board = hand warmers to stay warm while sleeping in my car, my cats meds/a vet appointment she is overdue for, a pair of black leather shoes for working (current pair have holes in them, 10 + year old pair of Docs), buy a bra that fits (current one - yes I have one bra) is too small 😞, buy some socks (don’t have any with no holes), black work pants that fit (have lost heaps of weight from eating once a day, every 2nd day) buy more wet wipes for “bathing” in the car. That’s just examples so you know I’m not wasting it on anything - I do not drink/smoke/take drugs or gamble!!!

I can prove literally everything I’ve said in this post. I’m not a scammer or grifter - literally just a woman at the end of her rope. Wanting to escape sex work but feel like I’ve been set back after losing my job. I really do not want to have to meet up with someone tonight or tomorrow. It is also winter where I live and fucking freezing cold so I can’t go to a beach and use a shower or something.

Please just ignore this post if you can’t/don’t want to assist.

I’m seriously just a rad fem at the end of her rope asking for help just got this gut feeling maybe some women can help me out. Crying my eyes out as I type this post afraid of rude comments etc I just don’t need it I’ve fucked up my entire life and don’t see a way out unless I get a job ASAP.

Thank you all for reading 💕 and if you help thank you so so so much good karma is coming your way.

Also happy to film personalised videos from my 17 year old cat Cookie as a thank you!!!!

https://www.paypal.me/elliebelly5?locale.x=en_AU"

[konigsblog]

I'm so happy that your asks are open because I've dying to tell you that I saw (and kind of befriended?) König cosplayer during Halloween and she was super super sweet and her costume was incredible. I may have freaked out a little when I saw her. We even took photos 🥺

As for ask, since my birthday is this Tuesday (can't believe I'm turning 23 in two days) I'd like to be self indulgent and ask for something with Simon <3 anything really because no one writes him like you do but preferably smutty

birthday sex (s.r x f!reader)

so sorry this is late :( i hope you had an amazing birthday!!

simon riley isn't the best with birthday's... not just his, but also yours. the sex he gives you is amazing though, and the cake he claimed to have ‘made’ tasted delicious. your favourite kind – he knows you so well. just don't pay attention to the container in the outside bin!

he'd bought you new lingerie, one you'd had your eyes on for weeks yet never deciding whether to pay that much money for it. you were so excited when you got it, kissing him on the cheek before you saw the lust in his honey hazel eyes, smirking and giggling before he took your hand and brought you upstairs.

simon waited patiently for you to try it on, and god, when you came out, his jaw dropped. smirking and chuckling lowly, a hearty laugh leaving his throat from the shock of your beauty. he was proud of himself for buying you something so gorgeous. feeling you sit on his lap, he leaned in close and pressed his lips against yours. eyes shut tightly as he made out with you sloppily, sucking on your tongue while you unzip his trousers and play with his belt.

bent over the edge of the bed, giving him a beautiful presentation of the lingerie. seeing you bent over like this... god, it felt like fantasy, dreamlike and heavenly to see this for himself, only for him. he flipped you onto your back, making you smile softly at him. “attagirl–say i chose a good choice, yeah?” you giggled, nodding and wriggling your hips to attract him.

“my, my beautiful. how'd i get so lucky?” he smacked your thigh teasingly, a light slap to make you bite your lip, humming. he placed the panties of the lingerie to the side, dragging his thick, weeping tip up and down your slit, easing inside slowly and grunting out at the warm, tight hole wrapped around his dick.

he couldn't hold himself back when you began pulsing, gripping the bedsheets tightly when euphoria ran through your body, pooling at your slickened cunt. simon's large hand moved up your body to your left hand, holding your hand tightly—dwarfing it—whilst gripping your hip firmly, angling you toward his thick, wide hips while sliding into your wet hole repetitively.

full and heavy balls pressed flat against your ass as he grinded into you sloppily. your sex drooling and weeping, sweet like nectar arousal drenching his thick cock as he began rocking his length into you harder. he buried his head in the crook of your neck, sucking hickeys onto your collarbone while whispering muttered praise into your ear. “god—you're just too perfect..” he breathed out, panting due to the tightness of your pussy around his dick!

you whined, squirming when you felt him speed up. your back arched, his broad hips smacking against your own, driving his leaking dick into your wetness continuously. the sloppy sounds of your cunny weeping around him, coating his shaft and balls in your sweet cum.

you mewled out, lips parted, feeling him press his soft lips against yours to muffle your loud, ecsasty-like moans. “good girl, good fuckin' girl.” he groaned, rubbing your clit with his wet, calloused thumb, the hand laying against yours moving to the top of your head, gripping a tight fistful of your hair while making out with you.

simon's wet tongue ran over your bottom lip as he ploughed his bulbous, veiny dick into your swollen slit. he tightened his grip, pulling your hair as you clutched around him. squeezing around his girthy dick with each thrust.

“please—si!” you gasped through sloppy kisses, making you shudder and tremble, bucking your hips as you squirted all against his muscular abdomen. he quickened his already ruthless pace, panting and praising you with that rough, manchester accent. your cunny sloppy and messy, covering his heavy, hard dick in slick before he spurted his load into your walls.

your gummy walls squeezed around his inches, making you whimper out loudly. a pure, dumb little mess with cum-covered lingerie. panties cum-soaken and stained. “so full, yeah, sweetness?”

#im tired and i feel like this is baaaad :( #i need a nap #im freezing too #mw2 ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost simon riley #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley smut

[companionwolf]

pride month drabble challenge fill #8

prompts: 18. Nonbinary + 5. Nature + 27. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands."

fandom: XCOM 2 (gen verse)

TWs/CWs: none

It's after the end of the world and the Commander can't escape that it is.

They can see it, here in this abandoned barn, where the vines creep up the walls and the wood rots and splits. They can see it in the overgrown fields, in the wildflowers that overrun the padlocks.

They can see it in the burnt out truck up the dirt road leading to the old farmhouse, where dust sits heavy on inside and the electricity and water don't run. They can see it in the weather, how the world is cold despite it being June.

The Commander sits out under a tree in the padlock, trying to imagine what it was like when horses or cows or whatever lived here. Central's promised them a chicken coop after all this, after the war. There is no coop here.

Their XO is rummaging through the farmhouse right now, looking for salvageable material. Distantly the Avenger looms, a long shadow, close enough to be comforting to the Commander.

They stand and wander down to the small trickle of a stream near the edge of the property, crouch by the water and drag their fingers through it. It's frigid, and they see no fish.

Something croaks. They look toward the noise. The fattest toad the Commander has ever seen is sitting on a rock on the other bank.

Oh, they have got to catch that motherfucker.

They lunge at it, the toad jumps--

Central, nose deep in a pantry, hears the distant disparate cry of the Commander ad comes running, rifle at the ready. He skids down to the stream and stares at their sopping wet form as they clamber out of the water and shiver. "What the hell?" he asks, looking for the threat.

The Commander hides the toad behind their back. "Close your eyes and open your hands," they say to him.

He stares. They jerk their head at his rifle. "Put that up."

"You screamed," he says.

"Just do what I said," they say.

He sighs, puts the rifle away, holds out his hands. The Commander plops the toad down. "Happy fat fuck Friday!"

"It's Tuesday, Commander," Central says, looking somewhat irate as he hands the toad back to them.

The Commander chides the toad a little as it wiggles in their grasp before leaning down to the water and releasing it; it disappears into the mud.

Central is crossing him arms. "Was that all?" he asks.

"I need new clothes," the Commander murmurs.

"Because you jumped after a frog," says Central. He shakes his head. "What am I going to do with you, Commander?"

"Snuggle me," they say. "Also that was a toad! Not a frog."

He rolls his eyes, but he's smiling now. "C'mon, let's go find you something dry to wear," he says, and the two head back toward the farmhouse.

They find some men's clothes that fit just a bit too big, but the Commander refuses anything else, so Central helps cuff their pants and roll up their sleeves and dries their hair with a ratty towel.

"I wonder if toads have gender," the Commander muses once they and Central move out to the porch, sitting in the sun.

"You're going to make a pun," Central says. "Give me a second to prepare myself."

The Commander shakes their head. "I can't think of anything nonbinary-related that works with toads," they say, frowning. "So no pun today."

Central, leaning against the railing, exhales. "Thank you toad who may or may not have gender," he says.

"You're so mean," the Commander says, but they're smiling at him. "You find anything worthwhile in here?"

"Still looking -- we'll need to come back tomorrow," he says. "Maybe with more people."

"Wouldn't it be easier we sleep here?"

Central looks away. "Doesn't feel super secure," he says. "I'd feel safer on the Avenger."

The Commander is quiet for a moment as they study him. "You probably hate hanging ou in places like this, since you've had to do it so for long, right?" they ask.

Central shrugs.

"I don't like it either," they say. "Not from a wafety perspective though, from a ..." They struggle for how to explain. "It reminds me of what I missed. What happened."

Central nods. "I understand that," he says. "'Least I do the latter part, anyway."

The Commander closes their eyes. The sun is nice, but it's cold out here. If they stand very still, and breathe very quiet, they can almost pretend--

Distant gunfire.

They both stand, Central stiff and weapon drawn, the Commander opening their eyes and sighing.

It's after the end of the world, and what was the world won't let them forget it.

#wolf barking #tailstrokes #hello commander #pride month drabble challenge

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

I DRINK WINE- J.B BARNES

Pairing: Avengers!Buckyx Avengers!Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Long day of meetings + Bottle of Merlot= Stress Reliever. But Bucky adds one more variable to that equation, and you discover the missing component when you find him masturbating in YOUR bed.   

Warnings: SMUTT, swearing, pet names, daddy kink ( duhhhh) , some teasing, praise kink, masturbation, booze consumption 

You shut the door behind you softly, shrugging the leather coat off your shoulders and setting it on the rack. Boots come off, dirt scattering across the mat as you toss your keys in your purse with a shove. With a sigh, you trudged towards the kitchen, in search of a glass of wine. 

Meetings were the worst. As much as you adored Natasha’s little smiles and Tony’s sarcastic wit, they dragged on and on. That was the not-so-fun part about superheroing, the drastically long, boring meetings that involved government topics. Blugh.

 Bucky wasn’t even there, you thought, pouring the crimson red drink into your glass. Bucky hated you, and he made that very, very clear. But he was beautiful to look at. And his snarky attitude did something to your insides, it made your core heat like a sauna.

 Leaning against the counter, you sipped your wine staring mindlessly out the window at the city lights below. As you downed the glass and place it in the sink, you trudged towards your room slowly. The weight of the day hit you all at once, and you wanted nothing more than to slip into some pj’s and crawl into bed.

 Betcha Buckys fast asleep right now, that prick not even being at the meeting- 

That’s when you heard it.

 The quick pants coming from your bedroom, the moan of your name. You stopped dead in your tracks, eyes widening. You pushed the door open with a creak, and you saw the most beautiful sight you had ever seen.

 Bucky in all his glory, naked and stroking his thick length on your bed.

 Ohmygodohmygodohmy- your mind raced at a million miles an hour, wetness pooling down into your panties at an alarming rate. His cold, steel-blue eyes met yours, inviting you in the room.

 A squeak escaped your throat as you slipped in from behind the door and shut it quickly. He chuckled at your reaction, still stroking himself slowly as you stilled against the wooden door. Bucky was huge. The biggest you had ever seen. Bigger than you had imagined. 

“You know it’s not nice to stare котенок.” he drawled, his voice rich and deep.

“ But- but you’re here. In my bed.” you stated, still in shock from the events that were unfolding in front of your very eyes on a Tuesday night. “ I apologize dolly I didn’t think you’d be home till later. Guess we can help each other out huh?” His thumb slid over his weeping tip, it gleamed with pre cum.

 You shuttered as his cool gaze swept over you, his stare burning a hole through your clothes. His stare lingered between your legs and you gulped. “ I can smell ya you know. Smells so sweet, like peaches.” Bucky cooed, eyebrow raising.

 “ Well cmon now don’t be shy now little girl.” 

You slowly made your way over to him, the light on your nightstand flickering gently. His hair was messy, sprawled across the pillows he had leaned up against the headboard. Sweat gleaned down his abs, his chest rising and falling with each small pant he let out. Your used panties were draped across the sheets, stained white from his cum. You shivered, looking at the mess of your thong, then meeting his daunting gaze. A grin broke was plastered across his face as you mewled at the sight. 

“You wanna make daddy happy yeah?” he cooed and you nodded frantically.

 “ Let me see you котенок.”

 You began to strip, unbuttoning your blouse and shimmying out of your skirt at a frantic pace. A growl left his parted lips as you reached behind you, unbuttoning your bra and letting it drop to the carpet with the rest of your clothes. 

“No.” his deep voice stopped your hands from taking your panties off completely. You met his hunger-filled gaze and he smirked. “Leave em. And those knee highs too.”

 A giggle escaped your lips as he stopped his actions and reached up to haul you up to straddle his lap. “ Such a pretty little thing…” he trailed on as you smiled, trailing a finger down his chest. “ I didnt think you wanted me too.” you whispered looking down in embarrassment, a blush filling your cheeks. A firm grip on your chin tilted your head back up to meet his lust filled gaze once more. 

“ I’ve always wanted you little doll. You’re mine to ruin. To use.” 

You couldn’t believe your ears. Holy fucking shit this was happening you were really having your enemies to lovers moment- Buckys touch felt like feathers along your skin, his fingers tracing your hips, his teasing grasp reaching up to cup your breasts. His metal arm sent a chill through you, causing your to shiver, goosebumps rising on your skin. 

You moaned, head thrown back as his thumbs caressed your nipples, the sensitivity you felt driving you insane with each passing second. “ So responsive bunny. Was waiting for you to come around.” he cooed and you shuttered. 

“ I thought you hated me.” you mewled as his fingers drifted down to your dripping core, wetness prominent through the lace. “ Never. Pretty thing like you scared me, my urges were growing so fucking strong around you and this sweet little pussy.”

 You gripped his biceps tightly, leaving marks as he moved your panties to the side and started circling his thumb against your clit. Your breaths were coming in pants as he teased you, his touch setting you on fire.

 “ Didn’t want to accidentally bend you over every surface котенок” 

A moan left your lips as he continued to rub you, gathering your juice on his fingers. “ So wet for me dolly.” he tsked, hands coming back up to rest on your hips. You looked down at him, your hair covering your face like a curtain. 

“ You think I’m so wet-” you began to stroke his length with your hands, and he hissed, head going back in the pillows. 

“ That I could just slip right in?” 

You sank down onto him, crying out his name as he filled you up. God, you had never felt so… full. He was so deep inside you could hardly breathe. “Oh fuck-” he growled, his grip tightening enough on your hips to leave bruises. “S’deep inside me daddy you’re so big!” you moaned as you began to rock your hips slowly. 

Buckys hips began to thrust up into you, making it impossible to think a coherent thought. Endless chants left your lips as you felt yourself fall apart in his hands, your head thrown back, back arched and toes curled as he pounded into you. You didn't even know if you were making sense anymore, babbling his name as your pussy fluttered around his cock. 

“There you go pretty girl.” he hummed, as you began to whine, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks.

 “ Daddy I’m gonna cum-” you shrieked, the feeling of ecstasy bubbling up inside, stars filling your vision as your legs began to shake- 

BEEP BEEP BEEP! 

Your eyes fluttered open, the room hazy from sleep as you reached over to smack your alarm clock off. With a groan, you sat up, rubbing your eyes mindlessly, and began to crawl out of the tangle of sheets. What a fucking dream. Your core was throbbing as your trotted out of your room and down the hall towards the kitchen. 

You didn’t even bother to clean up and get dressed, you were starving and wanting nothing more than to drown yourself in a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch to escape the loop of flashbacks from your previous dream. Maybe Nat could distract you, what would she even say about the dream? 

You were just about to find out, as you rounded the corner and walked into the kitchen. “Hey Nat-” 

Oh. That was definitely not Natasha. 

His bulky figure was leaned against the counter top, a steaming cup of coffee in his hands. Buckys gaze instantly hardened on you, the hatred rolling off him in waves. You felt like a deer in headlights as you stood frozen in your tracks, eyes as wide as saucers.

 “ You got an issue shortie?” he mocked and you gulped, shaking your head. 

“ Good.” 

He set his mug down with a thud, almost hard enough to break the glass in half. You slowly walked to the fridge in search of milk as he stormed off to another part of the tower, his steps loud and intimidating. 

This was going to be a long fucking day. 

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i am not sorry for that turn of events lol

kisses

-claire

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barns x you #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #the winter solider smut #the winter solider imagine #the winter solider #the winter solider fanfiction #the winter solider x reader #the winter soilder #the winter soilder x reader #marvel mcu #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel smut #mcu x you #mcu x y/n #mcu #mcu mcu #mcu smut #mcu fanfiction

[pinknatural]

On Monday night, Cas kneels beside the bed and folds his hands, dipping his forehead against the blankets and closing his eyes, lips moving soundlessly. Dean sits on the bed, still as a statue, and watches him, afraid to move. 

When Cas straightens his head and uncurls, standing up, his eyes are wet with tears. Dean reaches for him and Cas falls onto the bed, presses his face into Dean’s neck, sobs silently. Dean holds him close, one hand cradling his head and the other rubbing his back, and he stares at their ceiling. 

Dear Jack, or God, or whoever, he prays. Please come back. Please come home. We miss you. 

On Tuesday morning, Dean untangles himself from Cas gently and brushes the hair from his forehead, presses a kiss to the uncovered skin. He gets out of bed and tiptoes out the door. He’ll get Cas some coffee. It’s the least he can do.

Dean’s chest feels tangled in knots, misery weighing heavily on him. All Dean can think about are his mistakes, all the ways he’s screwed up his kid. All the ways he’s done what he swore he’d never do, three nights after Sam left for Stanford, when he was curled up in a motel bathtub, hiding from his own father. 

But today’s not about Dean, or his guilt, or his pain. It’s about Cas, and it’s about Jack. 

Dean creeps down the stairs, holding the ends of the dead guy robe up so he doesn’t slip. He drops the fabric once he reaches the hardwood floor down below, and he heads for the kitchen. 

Something rattles, and he freezes.

There’s a knife tucked into the leather jacket hanging by the front door, and Dean slides his hand into the pocket, curls his fingers around the hilt. He glides on socked feet towards the kitchen, hoping it’s just Claire--but Claire never wakes up this early. 

From the kitchen, something clatters and falls. It sounds like bowls falling, and Dean takes bigger steps, readying his knife. When he turns the corner into the kitchen, though, it’s not a shitty robber or a demon or Claire or anything else Dean thought it might be. 

A chair from the kitchen table was dragged across the room, pushed up against the cabinets. The cabinet with the bowls is both open and empty, and the plastic bowls are scattered against the counter and floor. On top of the kitchen chair is a little boy--three or four, with blonde-brown hair and wide blue eyes. His little arms are reached out to the fallen bowls, as if he tried and failed to stop them from falling. He freezes and blinks at Dean, who stares back at him. 

“Dean!” the boy cries, and he jumps off the chair and runs full-tilt at Dean, wrapping his little arms around Dean’s leg and burying his face in Dean’s gut. Dean startles and crouches down, disrupting the kid’s hold. 

“Hey,” he says gently, unwilling to scare the kid. The little boy is beaming, a bright smile, little baby teeth lined up and gleaming. He has a smattering of freckles across his nose, and he’s wearing a pair of pink dinosaur pajama pants, with a slightly oversized Led Zeppelin t-shirt. His socks say DADDY’S LIL ANGEL on the top of his feet. Dean surveys the boy’s face again. “Jack?” he asks eventually, unsure who else it would be, and maybe a little too hopeful to be thinking straight. 

“Yes!” the boy--Jack, apparently--says, flinging his arms around Dean’s neck. Dean hugs him back, confused, and inhales. He smells like the strawberry shampoo he used at the Bunker. 

“Hey, buddy,” Dean says, and he stands, his back protesting at the crouch, pulling the little boy up with him. “How are you here? Why are you little?”

“I was all done!” Jack says proudly, spreading his arms out wide and nearly smacking Dean in the face. 

“All done?”

“All done!” Jack confirms. “I was soooo tired. So I came home! And now I want cereal.”

He wiggles in Dean’s arms, trying to get down. Dean yields, and Jack runs to the fallen bowls, picking up Claire’s favorite purple one. Dean watches, astounded, as Jack opens the cabinet but can’t reach the cereal. He follows and reaches for it, puts it on the counter. 

Jack is here. Jack is home. Jack is his actual age. Dean wonders if he has powers, then he decides it doesn’t matter. If he does, they can deal with that later. 

“Hey, Jack,” Dean says. “Come here.” 

Jack runs up to him, still clutching his bowl. He lifts his arms obediently, and Dean picks him up, gently takes the bowl from his hand and puts it on the counter. 

“You’re home?” Dean asks. “For good? This isn’t a dream?”

“I’m home!” Jack says, kicking his legs. “For ever and ever.” His eyes go wide and uncertain. “You said I could.”

“Yeah, buddy,” Dean says, a lump in his throat. “Of course I did.” He cups the back of Jack’s head and brings their foreheads together, wills away his tears. “Come on, you can have cereal in a little bit.” 

He turns away from the mess in his kitchen and towards the stairs. “How did you know we wouldn’t be at the Bunker?”

“I wanted to come home,” Jack says. “Not the Bunker.”

Dean blinks rapidly. Jack pokes the picture of his older self as they pass it on the stairwell. Dean stops at the top of the stairs, turns his head to the left to look at Claire’s bedroom, the door shut tight. 

“Shh,” Dean says, and Jack nods solemnly. 

“Shh,” he repeats. 

Dean turns his head to the right, to look at the door across from Claire’s. It’s shut, too, out of respect. They’ll go there later, Dean decides. They’ll see if Jack likes the decorations Cas put up, or if they’ll have to go to the store and change it. Dean will be thrilled either way. 

He keeps walking. His bedroom is at the end of the hall, past Claire’s bathroom, and Dean pushes open the door gently. 

“Okay,” he whispers to Jack. “You can jump, but only if you’re very careful.”

“Okay,” Jack whispers back, and Dean dumps him onto the bed. Jack stands and walks the three steps it takes to get him to the middle of the bed. He falls to his knees and pokes at Cas’s chest, then bounces on the mattress beside him. “Daddy, wake up.”

Dean’s heart melts, and Jack pokes at Cas’s cheek, then his nose. Cas doesn’t wake up, and Jack crawls on top of him. 

“Dadddyyyy,” he says. Cas startles, then blinks awake, bleary. Dean watches his eyes slit open, confused, and the blue eyes focus on the little boy sitting on his chest. Then Cas shoots upright, hands on Jack’s shoulders. 

He looks at Dean, who nods, then he looks back at Jack.

“Jack?” he whispers. 

“Daddy!” Jack says happily, then Cas squishes him to his chest, curling over him. 

“Jack,” he breathes. “Oh, you came back.”

“Yep!” Jack says, voice muffled, and Dean sits down, crawls onto the bed. 

“Apparently he was all done,” Dean says. 

“Yep!” Jack says again. “Auntie Amara said it was time to go home.”

“Of course it was,” Cas says, his voice fragile, and he rocks back and forth, holding Jack to his chest. He looks up at Dean, eyes wet, and Dean hugs him. 

They stay like that for a long moment, Jack pressed between them, clutching onto Cas’s shirt with tiny fingers. Dean exhales shakily and presses his forehead to Cas’s, then he remembers something. 

“Hey buddy,” he says. “Do you know what day it is?”

“Ummm,” Jack says. “Tuesday?”

“No, baby,” Cas says, sniffing. 

“No, it’s Tuesday,” Jack argues.

“Of course it is,” Dean says. “But do you know what else it is?”

“No,” Jack says. 

“It’s your birthday,” Dean says. “You’re four now.”

“Wow,” Jack says. He wiggles in excitement. “Does that mean we can have cake?”

“Of course we can,” Cas says, making a noise that sounds like a sob and a laugh at the same time. 

“And a biiiiiiggg party?” Jack asks. 

“The biggest,” Dean promises. 

“With Uncle Sammy?” Jack asks. Dean doesn’t know where he picked up “Uncle Sammy”, but he hopes Jack calls him that forever. 

“Of course,” Dean says. “I’ll call him in a few minutes. We’ll call everyone.”

“Everyone?” Jack asks. 

“Everyone,” Dean says. 

“Even Kaia?”

“Especially Kaia,” Dean says. He looks at Cas, realizing that he’s not the only person living in this house, but Cas doesn’t seem like he’s about to argue. In fact, he’s making his calculations face--probably wondering who to invite, who can get here on time and so last minute. 

Dean realizes, suddenly, that Claire and Jack have never met. They’ll have to remedy that. 

They can, now. 

They can do anything, Dean realizes, as they get out of bed and Cas says something about no baby clothes and Jack protests that he’s not a baby, as they tiptoe past Claire’s room to retrieve the promised cereal. Dean unlocks his phone on autopilot, opening the phone app and turning to the favorites tab. When Dean was four, his family was destroyed. 

Claire comes downstairs, Miracle in tow, and she shakes Jack’s hand solemnly. Sam screams over the phone. Rowena shows up in half an hour with a closet full of clothes fit for a four year old. Eileen and Sam bring balloons and streamers. 

Cas is alive, Dean thinks while he mixes the cake. Sam is hanging up streamers across the room. Jody and the girls bustle in with enough food to feed an army. Claire lets Jack climb on her, looking a bit frightened and a bit resigned. Kaia helps Jack put on a tutu over his jeans. Dean slides the cake into the oven, and watches Eileen teach Alex how to sign happy birthday. 

Jack is here now. He’s here and he’s four, and Dean’s family was destroyed when he was four, and now his son is four years old. 

“Our family’s all together,” Dean whispers into Cas’s ear. Cas kisses him briefly. Dean had tried to keep track of their kisses, at first, but he’s lost count. 

“Yes,” Cas says, eyes bright. “They are.”

(ao3)

#jack kline #dean winchester #castiel #deancas #destiel #nougatparty #writingtag #this kind of became about dean cause i got emo but here. baby time

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Stucky Fic Rec List #34

Tuesday, April 26

🍲This is Home by @hazel-wand - [Teen; 7,5k words]

[Shrunkyclunks; Bodega AU; War Veteran Bucky; Amputee Bucky; Touch Starved Steve Rogers; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Fluff and Angst; Alpine the Bodega Cat; Happy Ending]

The voice - deep, soft and, oh, sad - pulls Bucky back to his actual job behind the counter of this shitty old bodega which, actually, he kinda loves. He looks up, then regrets it immediately, because Biceps McShoulders has ocean-blue eyes that Bucky could stare into for a creepy-stalker length amount of time. The guy’s beautiful.

In which a sad Steve Rogers walks into Bucky's bodega.

🍹A Very Specific Type by @yammz - [Explicit; 19,5k words]

[Modern AU; Silver Fox Steve; Age Difference; Past Relationships; Getting Together; Explicit Sexual Content; Bottom!Bucky; Blow Jobs; Anal Sex; Dirty Talk]

Natasha places a well-manicured hand on Sam’s thigh as she explains, “Bucky has a type and they’re terrible men.”

Bucky makes a face. “No, Bucky has a type and it’s older blond men.”

“Who are all terrible,” Natasha adds.

Bucky meets one more older blond man after swearing off of them forever. This one may be special.

🍪 where momma hides the cookies by @rooonil-waazlib - [Explicit; 13,7k words]

[College AU; Sports AU; Hockey; Enemies to Lovers; Pining; Explicit Sexual Content; Bottom!Bucky; Happy Ending]

The thing is, ever since Bucky’s been on the UNNY team, a guy named Steve Rogers has been on the Halverton team. He’s captain this year, as Bucky is for UNNY. They’ve faced each other three years in a row, now. Bucky hates that guy. He’s too perfect for his own good.

💘something about your love and affection by lavenderbucky - [Gen; 475 words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Domestic Fluff; Banter; Schmoop; Forehead Kisses; Forehead Touching]

Bucky takes Steve's head in his hands. He tips his forehead against Steve's, closing his eyes. "I love you," he says. "Keep yourself safe for me."

Or: Steve and Bucky take time to connect before Steve heads out on a mission.

🧊 he said, there's a paradise beneath me (she said, am i supposed to bleed) by @voxofthevoid - [Explicit; 23k words]

[Canon Divergence; Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes; Modern Steve Rogers; Canon Typical Violence; Hurt/Comfort; And They Were Roommates; Minor Steve/Wade Wilson; Minor Steve/Sharon Carter; Recovering Bucky; Getting Together; Background Daddy Kink; Kink Negotiation; BDSM; Light Spanking; Oral Sex; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Fluff and Smut]

“If you kiss me like that, Rogers, you’re gonna have a hard time convincing me you want to fuck me.”

“Can’t have that,” Steve says and—

And the fucker bends Bucky back like this is a goddamn romcom and kisses the everloving shit out of him.

Bucky doesn’t think he reciprocates all that well. Yeah, he remembers the bare bones of how to smash mouths, but it’s been a long time, it’s been seventy years, and even the cocky shit he used to be wouldn’t be able to do more than cling to Steve and gasp against his mouth because the mad motherfucker is holding him parallel to the floor like Bucky’s not nearly three hundred pounds of muscle and metal.

Steve breaks the kiss, and Bucky’s left panting in the aftermath, but Steve’s not much better off, breathing hard with dark eyes and wet lips.

“Convincing enough?” Steve asks between rough breaths.

Bucky just stares at him. He thinks he’s in love.

That’s when Steve tries to straighten up, loses his balance, and sends the two of them crashing to the floor in a painful tangle of limbs.

-

And they were roommates.

🦌The Pajama Party Incident by follow_the_sun - [Teen; 1,5k words]

[Modern AU; Meet-Cute; Firefighter!Steve; Amputee Bucky; Fluff and Humour]

A pajama party goes horribly wrong, then wonderfully right.

🐈9-1-1... THAT'S your emergency? by cablesscutie - [Gen; 1,4k words]

[Modern AU; Firefighter!Steve; Meet-Cute; Disgruntled Jogger!Bucky; Fluff and Humour]

“New York City Fire Department, how may I help you?”

“Hi, um...It’s uh...not an emergency per se, but there’s this cat in a tree in Prospect Park.”

“Sir, if this is a prank call -”

“No! No, I’m serious."

Bucky is mugged by a cat. Steve comes to the rescue.

🍑 Blush Pink by voluptuous_panic - [Explicit; 3,9k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; PWP; Dom/Sub; Bottom!Steve; Barebacking; Dirty Talk; Nipple Play; Feminization; Felching; Desperation; Multiple Orgasms]

Bashful has always been Steve’s best look.

🖇️The New Guy by Venusdoom3 - [Explicit; 12k words]

[Modern AU; Meet-Cute; Workplace Relationship; Getting Together; Fluff and Smut; Explicit Sexual Content; Office Sex; Hand Jobs; Blow Jobs; Hot Tub Sex; Rimming; Bottom!Steve; Happy Ending]

"I wonder if he's single."

Steve loosened his tie; the temperature in the office had seemingly risen since James arrived. "If he is, he's mine."

Wanda laughed in disbelief. "You don't even know if he's gay!"

Steve's voice dripped with certainty. "Oh, that won't matter."

🌻sweet music playing in the dark by hiljainen - [Explicit; 3,3k words]

[Canon Divergence; Established Relationship; Porn With Feelings; Fluff and Smut; Recovering; PTSD; Laughter During Sex; Crying During Sex; Communication; Explicit Consent; Oral Sex; Anal Sex; Bottom!Bucky; Post-Coital Cuddling]

Steve and Bucky have sex for the first time since they found each other again.

#stucky fanfic #stucky fic rec #dready's fic recs #fic rec #rec list

[noritoshiikamo]

When you get time coul you do sickingly cute domestic hcs with a character of your choice, you can just straight up delete this is you don't feel like it. ~ embarrassed dragon asks

days of nanami kento, hc:

void, i know u asked for sickly cute domestic hc and i did but i cant help but twisted something at the end bcs i'm me and only pain is allowed ((jkjk void i'll write something pure sickingly cute later for you :* ) warning: 18+ minor dni, sexual content, public, eating out and thigh riding (mention of word daddy) if you read past the addendum, well uh mention of main character's death listen to beach bunny cloud 9 (slowed acoustic) for vibezz

i feel like who ever gets nanami’s heart wins at life

he would bring you flowers every time he gets home

“hello, i’m home,” you could hear his tired voice but when your face come in the view if him, he started to smile and he held the flowers to you, he wasn’t tired anymore

morning with him would be peaceful despite it being monday. you’ll wake up early, he would be sprawled on his belly, comforter wrapped around his waist with his face mushed into the pillow. your cat would be somewhere in bed, sometimes between his legs and sometimes on the same pillow as him; he loves your cat

he likes his coffee black, breakfast is just two toasted breads with spread of butter

when he kissed you, he tasted like toothpaste. you can smell his lingering fragrance from yesterday and his voice was still deep from the slumber

“good morning love.”

“coffee smells good today, did you do anything to em?”

he was shirtless you could see his back with his pants hung loose you could see his happy trails, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose with his messy hair as he took a bite of the toast

he leaned against the counter, his lidded eyes on you and suddenly you felt conscious, but you were in his tshirt and shorts and those adorable socks that looks like animal he secret loves

“you have work today?” he asked washing his hand

you shook your head, pointing to the laptop and sprawling paper works on the table, “working for home.” your body shuddered when you felt the shirt hiked up, his bare hand pressing against your waist, “good,” his voiced echoed on your ear as he pressed a kiss on your shoulder

how did it get here again? your back arching on the counter while his head mewling between your legs. his tongue is mean, it left burning trails wherever it touches, kitten licks along the sensitive slits before his lips enveloped the bundle of nerves

“kento, meetin-ahh,”

“meeting can wait.” yes it can wait until you were trembling, his arms around your waist and you were just begging him to cum and when you did he had no problem cleaning you up, eyes on you as he wiped his chin, sucking the thumb with a small smile

“thank you for breakfast, it’s delicious,” waltzing out of the kitchen with a wink like he hadn't started his day by eating you out while you sat there struggling to catch a breath

on tuesday, he took you for lunch, you went to his favourite bakery and he told the cashier that his girlfriend loves the sourdough bread their bakery made to explain why there's 4 loaves in his basket

he’ll get the same order everyday while you decided to go to the convenient store across the street because you felt like bread was too heavy for today's meal

“i’ll have another one of the croissant, she’s picky, she won’t find anything there,” he explained, pulling out his wallet

like he expected you came out empty handed, but your eyes lightened up when he held another croissant

“how did you know i won’t buy anything?”

“because i’m your boyfriend.”

on wednesday you would take him out for dinner, to that one sushi conveyor shop where they have happy hours for their sushi, its that type of night where you both get slightly wasted on beer, shoveling half priced sushis like tomorrow is the end

to nanami, money is priceless with you, no monetary value could compare to your smile as you feed him a slice of sashimi and the way i love you rolled out of your tongue when he grabbed your favourite sushi from the conveyor if she missed it

on thursday nanami looked restless. you sat at the sofa, him with a book on his lap and you going through your laptop with a cup of tea. “we have a mission coming, i’m escorting a couple of satoru’s students for their grading.”

you stared at him, cup barely got to your mouth, “you’re great, i don’t see any issues.”

“they are kids,”

you reached for his face, his face softened to your touch, nuzzling gently against your palm

“they’ll be alright.”

you squealed when he tossed the book aside, laptop forgotten on the carpeted floor and the cup carefully placed on the coffee table

your shirt slipped off your head easily while his lips never left yours

"you come back home to me alright?" you threatened, "or i'll murder you myself."

"i will, love."

on friday, nanami took you out on a date

he held your hands in the train, shielding you away from the leering men

he took you to a fancy cafe for lunch, he barely touched his food, eyes on you as you stared happily on your choice of meal

"what? is it my mascara? is it messy?" you wondered

"you look pretty today," he said, leaning to brush a thumb across your cheek

he took you to a bookstore, he followed you as you ventured through the long dimmed hallways, the smell of books overwhelmed him as his eyes burned on your back as you looked around for books, the loose material of your dress swaying around

well you did find your book, but he would hold it up high, a small smirk on his face as his fingers tapped on his lips; you got his point

so you held him against the bookshelf as you kissed him, books long forgotten, his hands under your dress as you mewled against his thighs

"let's go home," you begged but he held your waist tightly, bouncing his legs to encourage you to bounce against his thighs

"you can do it here," his lips traced kisses along your jaw, ears as you clutched his shirt, desperately rubbing yourself against his thigh. your eyes drowsy in lust, lips torn from biting too hard as you held your moans and the flexing of his thigh against your clit got your belly in knots

"can you cum for me?"

"yes, daddy,"

he smiled, "good. cum then."

you didn't get caught, but it was hard to stop people from leering at the weird wet patch on his pants as he swiped his card at the counter

you went groceries shopping, his head on your shoulder, arms around you and the trolley as you went down the isle looking for dinner idea

"what do you want, love?" his voice deep against your ears sending shudders down your spine

"anything you want."

he smiled, "well i want to marry you."

"is that a proposal in the middle of a cereal isle?" he laughed, but you can't stop the way your heart beating at the words he said. his lips pressed against the side of your face as he slipped a box of flakes in the trolley

you stopped the trolley, turned around to face him

he looked puzzled, brows up in question

"i want to marry you too."

"good, how about next monday?"

"deal."

but you woke up alone, the next day on saturday, nanami was long gone away for his mission

he left the coffee running, toasted bread and scrambled eggs in the pan and a note on a cup that said i love you, nk , his initial signed

you made yourself a cup of coffee, looking for the remote to turn on the tv

"we had lost contact with the shibuya train station, trapping approximately hundreds of people with no cell phone connection inside,"

the news anchor's word went in her one ear and another

where was nanami being sent to again?

you held his note to your heart, the coffee tasted too bitter for you today, and you leaned against the sofa

how's nanami doing?

on sunday, your ears perked up when you heard a knocking on the door

leaving the pancakes you planed to make, you wondered if it's nanami returning home from his mission

you felt slightly uneased, another set of knocking barged in, you said hold on and closed your eyes, telling yourself it's just your mind fucking with you

you smiled, feeling slightly relief as you twisted the door handle

"welcome home."

"hello, y/n?"

addendum

it was just not fair that the one time you decided to bring flower home to him, he wasn’t there to receive it.

but you’re used to it. it has been a year

all you’ll have to do is just remove the old one from the vase, add more water before arranging the bright flowers in the vase, before placing it back on his tombstone. your hand touched the cold stone, a small smile on your face as you kneeled on the grass

“hi, nanamin, i’m home.”

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Harry felt a bit creepy. 

It wasn’t as if it was on purpose! No... but she was at all of the places he went. At first he had thought it was a coincidence, but as he developed a routine for his classes, he found that they were often around each other for similar reasons. And usually? He would try and go up, introduce himself, and make a friend. The problem was... she was pretty. 

Not like normal pretty. Pretty as in, holy fuck you make me so nervous and perhaps I’ll word vomit, pretty. He was shit at making the first move. She was in his Monday and Friday classes and sat not far from him, he noticed. And they always ended up at the Coffee Bean on Tuesday and Thursdays, sitting not too far from one another again. She got tea with a few cookies, and he got a black coffee and an orange scone. They’d work on their coursework and Harry would wait for her to leave and see her make it to her car before he would leave, not wanting to make it seem like he was following her. He’s found out her name through friends stopping in to see her. It was Y/N. Gorgeous, just like her.

Funny enough, Harry wasn’t the only one who had a bit of a crush. Y/N realized in the second week of classes that Harry was in fact one of the most intimidatingly cool and attractive men she’d ever seen. College boys weren’t supposed to look like that, but he was all soft in his sweaters and baggy pants. She wasn’t sure how he pulled it off so well, but she could admit she was jealous. 

Seeing him at the Coffee bean was a relief because well, he walked in after her every time. She assumed it was because he had a class that ended later or something, but it didn’t go unnoticed that  he was there. Usually it wasn’t too busy or loud so she could glance at him from the corner of her eye as they sat at one of the big tables. She felt like it would be too weird to talk to him, he seemed so... quiet. She’d never heard him speak, hell, she’d only ever locked eyes with him for milliseconds. Y/N wished she could be one of those girls that could effortlessly flirt, ask for a pencil or something, but she knew she’d freeze up and forget her rehearsed line. 

Today however, when Y/N arrived, Harry was already there at his usual spot. Okay, Y/N... act natural. She thought to herself, going to order her usual before walking to boldly take a seat across from him. It would have worked out fine if her tote bag didn’t accidentally catch the corner of one of his books, sending things flying. 

“Shit— sorry, I—” Y/N swore, setting her bag on the table before bending down to get the book and a few papers and a pen. Real smooth.

Harry was slightly startled when his shit went flying, but when he saw who had knocked it over, his heart picked up. Oh, shit. 

“Oh— it’s okay, don’t worry about it.” Harry’s voice was a bit gruff from not using it much today, pushing his chair back and bending down to grab the stuff with her. “S’my fault for putting it so close to the edge. I used to do that at home and my cat would knock it all off.” 

Great. Already rambling. 

Y/N didn’t register it at first, but he was british? Fuck. If she wasn’t already on her knees she would dropped down anyway, biting her lip to stop any noises that could have escaped. She giggled when he said his cat used to knock things over, “mine too.” She mumbled and went to stand up, feeling a tug at her arm. 

“Ah, shit.” Harry had caught his ring in her sweater, pulling one of the threads. “Damn, I’m so sorry.” He blushed slightly, knowing how annoying it was to have a pulled thread. His collection of sweaters was immense, thanks to his nan— and he felt terrible. Damn his chunky things. “They always get caught in mine too but I wear them anyways. I can replace the sweater, if you need.” Damn it. He was trying to come off as smooth... not so nervous. But he was. She was so pretty and she was up close, she smelled like peaches and vanilla and a bit of sweet mint and her hands were so soft.

“Oh no, It’s fine! it’s old anyway— I can just cut it off or tuck it in or something.” Honestly, Y/N would figure it out. The last thing she wanted was for him to feel bad, it was an accident after all. She let him untangle it, holding her hand still though it seemed like he needed some help. “Smaller fingers...” She mumbled, using her nails to get the thread gently off of the ring. “‘s a nice ring.” Y/N complimented, finally meeting his eyes and feeling the breath leave her lungs at the close proximity. Her lips parted naturally, scanning his face for any signs of discomfort.

She was beautiful Harry though he may get sick because wow. Wow. He had imagined holding her hand and kissing her but this exact moment he hadn’t a clue on what to do. So he improvised. 

“Are you in the 8 am psych class on Mondays?” He tilted his head. “I know I’ve seen you before.” Oh, he had seen her a lot. Especially in his dreams, day and night. It had been a bit intoxicating, really. At her nod, his grin came on his face. “Sick. S’that what you’re gonna study for?” He didn’t bring up the other class because... it would be embarrassing if she hadn’t noticed him before and he knew all too much. He needed a refill of his coffee though so he grabbed his cup, gently taking her things and placing them on the table next to his. “At least let me buy your stuff though. I feel awful about your sweater.”

“I’m actually just waiting on them to finish making mine, I was on my way to secure a spot but—” Y/N blushed, realizing the mess she had made. “Could you get it for me while you’re up there? It’s for Y/N. I can sit here and watch your stuff.” She felt like that was a subtle way for her to tell him her name. 

This was the most she had ever spoken to him and it had been about a month or so that she’d been eyeing him up. She knew he was in her English literature class as well, but psych was her major. Y/N wondered if maybe he too was a psych major, maybe that’s why they sort of had the same schedule? Regardless, she felt a bit nervous making conversation so she spent the time he was away coming up with what she was going to ask him and how she was going to keep the ball rolling. Hopefully she didn’t interrupt his studying, if anything she’d leave him alone.

“Y/N?” He tested it on his tongue out loud for the first time. It tasted good. “Yeah. M’Harry. I’ll be back.” He nodded, going towards the front. His heart going a mile a minute, he couldn’t believe how quickly his luck had changed. He ordered an extra cake pop today, for her. she had said it didn’t matter but to him, it did. Eventually he hoped he could buy her a replacement. Or... maybe she could wear his around. Wow. That would stroke his ego and his fragile heart to the core. He could already see her on his lavender fishermen’s sweater, in front of his fireplace back at home. She would be so cute. The voice calling her name snapped him out of the fantasy, Harry grabbing it and then his own shortly after before returning to the table. “Here. I got the last cake pop for you. Don’t tell anyone I’m the offender.”

“Ooo you’re a dead man if they find out.” Y/N said, looking around before gently taking it from him. “Thank you... that’s sweet.” She blushed, taking a bite of it before taking a sip of her chai latte. Now that she had stuff to fiddle around with she could take a breather and not have to worry about filling space. “But um.. did interrupt something? Don’t want to distract you...” Y/N nodded over to his laptop, secretly hoping that he wasn’t up to much so that she could chat to him. She just wanted to know the basics, literally anything would satisfy her craving. Harry was quite literally her wet dream, she’d been looking all around campus for someone like him to come around. “I uh... I think I’m also in your English lit class? I feel like I see you around often.” Y/N spoke, pushing a piece of her hair behind her ear. “What’s your major?” She felt like this conversation was light, something that would eventually lead into other things like... if he was single and looking for a girlfriend.

“Oh, you’re not bugging me. I’ve kind of been staring at the screen and zoning out if m’honest.” Harry chuckled, embarrassed a little to admit it. But everyone could relate to that, right? “And yeah... actually I think so.” He smiled lightly before taking a sip of his drink. Victory! She had noticed him too. He wasn’t the lonely creep who stared at the first who had no idea who he was. She knew who he was, kind of. He gently drew his sweater over his hands like little paws before going to her question. “English. I want to write and stuff, edit maybe. My dad has a publishing company so, I’m lucky I like a bit of the family business.” He tried to joke, looking at her. God. It was unnerving how beautiful and also, how fucking comfortable she was to be around. What a contrast. “And you? What major?” He took a nibble of his scone, not wanting to make a mess.

English? He’s a writer? Goodness. She was going to lose it. 

“That’s cool, any specific genre you like to write?” Y/N asked curiously because well, it would actually tell her a lot about him and the kind of person he was. “I picture some mystery or possibly poetry, could go either way.” She said and squinted her eyes as she looked at him, pretending to size him up. “I can’t say I’m all that interesting, a psych major. Just like every other artsy person who doesn’t exactly want to commit to an art degree.” Y/N chuckled, “still deciding between criminal justice or counseling but... either way I’d be happy to get to pick someone’s brain. She did have the habit of analyzing people but only so she could understand them better. Y/N knew that all people wanted at the core was to be understood and loved for who they are, for the most part. Harry seemed reserved, calm and relaxed, secure in himself that’s for sure. It was extremely attractive.

“Oh? That’s really cool though.” Harry was genuinely interested in what she had to say either way. The major didn’t matter in his interest in her but it gave him information and something to talk about. If she was marketing or math he would be just as interested. “Criminal seems particularly interesting. Like that criminal minds show then? You’ll learn how they work and all of that?” He didn’t really know what it meant or why she had chosen it. “But close. I write romance novels.” He blushed fully. “Don’t judge me for it. But s’easy for me and I’m good at it, or so I’ve been told. I’ve been writing for a while.” He felt himself loosen up as they talked. Even if she intimidated him, she was really nice and sweet. “Poetry too, lots of it. But romance is my main thing, I’d like to do novels and that sort of stuff.” He could see she didn’t think it was lame, rather interesting. Which was a major relief. He wanted to impress her, so so badly.

“Sorta, yeah. Like... being able to predict a criminal's next move, psychologically.” Y/N explained and shrugged, “feel like it’s really fun and interesting but terrifying all at once. Dunno if I could actually interview a criminal without feeling like it was going to cry.” She let out a laugh, knowing she was quite soft. Her face lit up when he said he wrote romance novels. Wow. Well, as if he wasn’t a character right out of a romcom himself! She felt like that’s what this was. A romcom. Bumping into him at a coffee shop like a scene straight from one. “Really?! So you’re a proper romantic then? Buy the last cake pop for every girl, hmm?” She gave him a bashful smile. The very last thing she was doing was judge, she was more so thinking about their wedding. Yep. Already. Daydreaming because she swore she’d hit the jackpot. Wasn’t even sure if he liked her yet, but she was hopeful. After all, she’d turned on her charm.

“I guess I am.” Harry smirked to himself slightly at the good reception. Damn. He had been so worried and hesitant- he should have just talked to her. She wasn’t... that scary. Only a little bit. 

He let her talk a bit more about her degree and Harry went on to speak about his favorite authors, and then the conversation shifted towards their classes and how he had been struggling slightly in psych— which led to her offering to help. Harry was shocked because honestly he hadn’t expected it from her, but he was pleased. He was happy to have an excuse to hang out with her more. See more of her and be able to teach himself to relax properly around her. He felt like a damn wind up toy, giddy and excited. 

“That would be so helpful, if you could. And if you don’t mind.” He stressed. “I have a place off campus, if you’d want to go there? I’ll buy you some pizza or something for your help.” He was a giver and if it meant getting a $20 pizza for her because he wanted good quality, then he would!

“Yeah, that sounds good.” Y/N was practically jumping up and down with joy in her mind, this was a turn of events. She went from secretly crushing on him to being invited over his house in only a few hours. “I can never say no to pizza, but it’s really no problem. They say if you can teach it to someone else then you truly understand it so it’ll be a good test for me. Y/N also knew that they wouldn’t just study. Come on. It was a Friday night and study was practically code for hook up, especially considering he had invited her to his place and not the library. She had to prepare, had to make sure she looked cute and everything. She’d shower before hand too, the whole nine. “I can be there around 6?” Y/N suggested, checking her calendar app even though she already knew when she could come. She had to at least look like she wasn’t jumping at the idea.

“That’s cool. Uh— here, if you want I can put my number in your phone and whenever you want I can text you the address?” Oh, fuck. How, how the tables have turned. He had gone from wistfully staring at her every day to having a scheduled study session with her, the girl he’d been practically having wet dreams about. Having a full conversation and then her having his number! He was giddy and playing with the sleeves of his sweater as a result of the excited nerves. “Do you have any allergies? I do have a kitten at home.” He wanted to make sure he wouldn’t have to put Marie away. He loved his baby but he wanted to try something and see if she would be cool with him in a private setting. It would be less hard to talk about deeper things without people around. He took her phone from her and typed in his number, adding his name with a little  📚 after it. That wasn’t too much, right?

“Aw you do! I have one too, well... he thinks he’s a big boy.” Y/N shook her head at the thought of her sweet little Milo. Despite not doing anything she planned to do at the coffee shop, it still felt like a productive day in her eyes. Finally getting to chat with Harry felt like a breath of fresh air and he wasn’t all that scary now that she got to chatting with him. She took her phone back and smiled at the cute little emoji, sending him a text to let him know it was her before hesitantly getting up. “Alright well, I gotta get back to my kitten... but, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N smiled, watching him stand up as well. The two of them walked out of the coffee shop and to their cars, Y/N being bold enough to give him a hug before opening her car door. “Night!” She was surprised with herself. Y/N was proud, completely over the moon and honestly she wasn’t sure how she was going to sleep tonight.

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Harry laid out on the bed that night with Marie on his chest. He had told her all about how the pretty Y/N had met him and that she would be coming over. The pretty cat was a long haired white kitty, and she purred along with Harry as he spoke. She liked hearing Harry be happy. It made him want to squeak when he heard his phone buzz and a little text from her popped up— he saved her as ‘Y/N 🌼’ because he felt like it fit. Part of him wanted to put a heart but he would be mortified if she saw and thought it was weird. She wore a yellow flower shirt one day so he figured that’s what he could excuse it as. 

‘Hey, happy to hear from you! :) I hope your kitty is doing well. I meant to ask, you aren’t vegetarian are you?’

Y/N smiled at his text and attached a photo of her gray kitten laying across the top of her head while she laid down. 

‘Yes, he’s quite cozy.’

‘I am actually! But I’m not too fussy.’ 

She couldn’t help it, she loved animals and she couldn’t bring herself to do it anymore. Occasionally, she would indulge in a chicken nugget or seafood, but for the most part she didn’t feel like she had to. 

‘I’m going to get some sleep though, Good night Harry 💓’

That wasn’t too much was it? It was just a heart! She sent them to everyone. Y/N stayed up for a good ten minutes just digesting the day. Tomorrow would be even better, she had a feeling.

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Harry was... well, he wasn’t sure how to describe the emotion. When Niall inevitably quizzed him on why he was acting strange, the best he had come up with was a mix of nerves and giddiness, also terror and extreme happiness. He was going to hang out with the girl he had been silently crushing on— and they had been texting quite frequently in the short time they had each other’s numbers. Was this going to be a regular thing? Was it going to blossom into more? He knew that he had wasted time before, not talking to her. She wasn’t scary! No... she was so sweet and kind and beautiful and everything she said made him a literal heart eye emoji. She had taken to sending him random photos, even so quickly in and it felt comfortable. He had even sent her a shot of Marie on the counter this morning, on top of his school notes. It was odd. The excitement he felt when he heard the bing from his phone of the vibration in his pocket... it was incredible. He liked this feeling. Damn it. This was such a new thing. He wanted to do more. 

He saw her in class, watching as she crept in a bit after the last call should be with a sheepish smile on her face. He waved to her silently and watched her climb up, his heart beating quicker when she chose a seat closer to his than before. She wanted to sit near him? He clutched the rainbow patchwork sweater by the sleeves and fiddled with the cuffs, nerves and excitement swirling in his tummy.

If class wasn’t already on, Y/N knew she would have tried to spark up some conversation with Harry, but for now all she could manage was passing him a note. 

‘I like your cardigan :)’

It was really cute. Most of Harry’s wardrobe was and in her dream world she already stole a few to wear. English literature wasn’t exactly the most exciting class, but Harry seemed invested. Y/N enjoyed watching him focus and take notes while she mostly doodled some random flowers and bears in her notebook. Her mind was thinking about what she was going to wear to his house and how she definitely needed a shower before and that she had to put on the lotion that matched her perfume. Was she overthinking this? Maybe. Of course it was just a study date, but you could never be too sure where things could go. And if they did— she wanted to be ready.

He knew that he needed to contain himself but his smile made it hard. She liked his cardigan. The random compliment had him feeling mushy and happy and there was definitely a blush on his cheeks as he clicked his pen and wrote back to her. 

‘Thanks :) my nan knitted it for me. I like your little head band.’ 

He passed it back before opening his notebook back up. Her stare could be felt and he wanted to smirk a little at it because, well, who wouldn’t? She was so great, and he wanted to experience more of her but he was trying to not rush shit. He was a romance writer after all. All of it felt so in tune with his own wants and he had a hard time believing it was real. Sweet little Y/N wanted to hang out with him and she complimented his cardigan!

‘Awe!! That’s cute and thank youuuu 🥰’ 

She drew him a little smiley face with hearts around it, felt like it was very on brand for her and her emotive texting. Y/N felt all giddy because she had made a new friend but she was really hoping they wouldn’t just be friends. 

Y/N knew she was hard to read because she was generally nice to everyone and honestly, Harry seemed to be the same way. She could only assume he liked her because he asked her to hang out so quickly. And he’d bought her a cake pop and was planning on buying pizza tonight. Was it a date then? Gosh, she needed to stop reading into it. Her leg kept bouncing up and down, mind trying to refocus and thankfully, their professor was discussing something she too had noticed in her reading. She still managed to steal quick glances at Harry for the rest of the class, giving him shy little smiles. It wasn’t till class ended that she ended up speaking to him, but even that was quick. She needed to get home and get ready.

Harry had gotten a quick hi, and a ‘see you tonight!’ With her hand brushing his arm before she skipped off to.. wherever she went. And that had him nearly sprinting home. Cleaning top to bottom, vacuum, scrub, vacuum again. Changed his sheets— why, he wasn’t sure— put his laundry in the basket, filled up Marie’s food and water, fluffed the pillows, cleaned the windows and coffee table... he did it all. Even cleaned out the fridge! Like she would care? Harry didn’t know. All he did know was that he was finally showered and smelled nice, hair fixed and the pumpkin patch candle was lit! The tv was on low because he was nervous and needed some filler noise to keep himself from overthinking.

Y/N was doing the same, not cleaning her apartment but cleaning herself. She stripped out of her clothes when she got home and immediately got into the shower, taking one of those full maintenance ones for good measure. Once she was positive she was squeaky clean and smelled nice, she jumped out to take the next steps. God, she really wanted to impress him. He’d been her crush for a while and she needed this. She wanted to look like she didn’t put in my effort when she did so she decided to put on some light makeup and chose an outfit that was more laid back. Usually, she was seen wearing sweaters and jeans, nothing too fancy, so that’s exactly what she settled on. Y/N wanted to look warm and inviting. 

Milo mewed beneath her feet as she collected all her study supplies, rubbing against her ankles in need of attention. “I’m sorry bubs, I know I didn’t get to spend lots of time with you today but don’t be too mad.” Y/N pouted, picking him up and giving him a cuddle for a few minutes. She held him up to her chest as she finished up, deciding she needed to leave now.

‘Leaving now, be there in 20 ✨’

She sent, hopping into her car with nerves bubbling up in her stomach. God, she really hoped tonight went well.

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When Harry heard the knock at the door he shot up, wiping his sweaty hands on his pants before forcing himself to be slow, walking to the door. And when he opened it, it really did feel like being hit in the gut. Seeing someone so beautiful, so up close? It got to him. He had to admit that. Y/N has this natural beauty that he drooled over. That felt like a hit. Every time he saw her he swore she got more beautiful. 

“Hi.” He spoke with a smile, opening the door up for her. “Come inside. Marie is wandering around so I have to close the door. A little escape artist, she is.” He joked, letting her scurry in and close the door behind her.

“Hey! Oop— okay!” Y/N giggled and stepped past him into his apartment. It was very cute and very tidy. Y/N felt a little flutter in her belly, it was freshly cleaned. She stepped out of her shoes before further examining the decor. The style was something she very much expected for Harry, it was cozy and artsy. Lots of earth tones and that sweet autumn smell coming from the candle made her feel that much more excited. “It’s so nice in here! I love the pillows.” Y/N complimented, liking how some were fluffy and some had funky patterns on them. It was then that she heard a meow from below, Marie sniffing at her sock covered toes. “Oh hi there... sorry if you can smell Milo on me, gave me lots of snuggles before I left.” Y/N cooed down to the kitten, dropping down so she was closer to the ground and extended her hand for her to sniff and get used to. 

Y/N realized this was very real now, especially because he had gone out of his way to make his place look nice. Most guys wouldn’t care, but maybe Harry did this for everyone. When she stood back up and turned to face him, she got a whiff of him and noticed his semi damp hair. He showered too. Oh—

Harry smiled at her and Marie, happy his kitten seemed to like her. Usually she would sniff his friends and run off but she began to weave over her legs and beg for pets. He was in awe. Christ. She had him by the balls already. 

“Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got diet soda... apple juice, lots of teas. And water.” He hummed, going into the kitchen with her behind him. It was an open concept though, the kitchen the first thing near the door and it opened into a large living area, the hall down going to the master bedroom. It was simple but perfect for him in college. He gave her a moment to think it over as he looked at her. So cozy and... cuddly. He wanted to slide his hands under her sweater and feel her warm skin and nuzzle into the crook of her neck, let her fingers play through his hair.

“Apple juice sounds good.” Y/N smiled, having picked up Marie at this point to carry her into the kitchen with them. She had a feeling she’d get along just great with Milo if they ever got to meet. “You’re a sweet little thing, aren’t you?” Y/N cooed at the kitten, seeing her comfortably settled against her. “Does your Daddy spoil you with snuggles too?” She asked toying with her little paw before looking up at Harry with a smile. He had fumbled a bit with the lid of the juice at her words which made her giggle, “How are you? How was your day today?” Y/N was genuinely curious, deciding to make some small talk before actually sitting down. In her head she could already imagine the two of them hanging out here constantly, tangled up in one another, kissing and laughing and doing all the cute things that Harry likely wrote about in his stories.

“I’m— im good.” Harry’s mouth was dry. He knew that she hadn’t meant anything by it, but he heard her say ‘daddy’ in reference to him, and his stupid cock had jumped, tummy felt hot. Damn it. He wished he wasn’t so deprived but... she had been at the forefront of his mind. “It was a good day. I was happy to talk to you. You’re fun to talk to.” He meant it too. She was so interesting and funny and he was completely whipped and okay with it. Damn. He wished he had maybe a bit more restraint with his imagination but he didn’t. Not at all. “I have a harder time meeting people... i can be a little shy sometimes. I’m in my own head a lot you know? I have my core group of friends but... it’s hard to get to know people. I want to know them.” Her. That translates to her.

“Yeah?” Y/N felt her heart jump. He was happy to speak with her even just a little bit? He wanted to talk to her and get to know her? It wasn’t just a one sided thing. They were both making an effort in their own way and she was thinking someone had to break the tension. “I’m happy you think so.” Y/N blushed, “I um... I also like talking to you.” She had her little friend group as well but she never thought she’d actually end up being friends with Harry. Listening to him explain how reserved he was definitely made her feel special though. He chose to open up to her, she was special enough for that and that made her cheeks grow warm once again. “I’ll tell you just about anything you want to know.” Y/N smiled, hesitantly placing Marie down before taking a few steps closer to him to get her glass of apple juice.

“Ooooh, a little daunting. Anything? Your social security number?” Harry was joking. Trying to clear the air and make her relax because she was a bit shy too and he wanted her to be comfortable here. This place should be a good spot for her. He motioned for her to come sit on the couch with him, Marie trailing after Y/N. Little traitor had a new favorite already but... he couldn’t say he could blame her. “I dunno... it’s hard sometimes, in this age to make genuine friendships. Feels like everyone’s already got their friend groups and you don’t want to infringe upon them yeah? And... I write a lot. I’m not a partier. Not to sound cliche but again.... I’m a writer.” He chuckled.

“I said just about!” Y/N chuckled, shaking her head to herself at his joke. She felt like she was an open book, she was pretty open with the things she liked and generally she aimed to spread positivity and love where she could. Her hobbies included lots of things, music, knitting, reading, gardening. That kind of stuff. “But yeah, I get that... I’ve been pretty content with my group of friends, though I think most people are open to making new ones. At least I am... I am a bit shy though.” Y/N took a sip of her apple juice before setting it down on the coffee table again. “Yeah, you said. Romance novels.” She smiled and leaned back into the couch, getting comfortable. “What sorts of romance novels?” What? Could you blame her for wanting to know what sort of content was in them? Maybe it could give her some insight on what he wanted.

“Oooooh. Hard hitting stuff.” Harry huffed out playfully. “I’m... it’s a variety, I think. I’ve done supernatural, classic tropes, historical romance was very fun. I am partial to enemies to lovers or forbidden romances though. They’re the most fun to write.” Y/N genuinely looked like she cared so he continued. “I’ve been trying out different stuff but....” he blushed again. “I’m... looking at erotica right now.” It wasn’t something he usually would blurt out but hey, she seemed trustworthy. Plus she didn’t seem like she would judge either. It was a new favorite of his. The rawness of it and writing sex scenes... it was amazing. Reading it, writing it, he thought he could do some on the side and sell it under a pen name. It would be a fun thing to try.

Erotica. This man sat down and wrote detailed sex scenes, likely kinky, for fun? Thankfully she didn’t have any juice in her mouth because it surely would have been spat out. 

“H-how are you finding it?” She asked, reaching for her apple juice because she felt like she couldn’t sit still now. How else was she supposed to go about things when all she could think about was sex. Sex with him specifically. Y/N wasn’t blind, she knew that Harry was very attractive and very much gifted with beautiful hands. She could only assume he would have a wonderful cock as well. She knew there was no way someone so quite couldn’t have the filthiest of minds, she knew hers was. Her fantasies were where she roamed free.  

“I mean... I do like it a lot, actually. I hope that doesn’t come across as creepy or pervy but I like to be able to write something like that. It’s freeing, in a sense.” Harry couldn’t really properly describe why but, he was a kinky dude. You’d never think it. He was soft and wore sweaters a lot and drank tea at home from a kitty mug but he was.... a kinky fucker. And he loved sex. There was just something about it. He wanted to try more and more of it but he had a tendency to get attached to his partners, even hook ups... so he had put that on a hault. 

“I’d like to read some...” Y/N felt like at some point, she’d want to read his writing. If he felt comfortable now she didn’t mind. It was just writing, wasn’t it? 

“You want to?” She looked at him with bright eyes and her a fast nod so Harry decided to say, fuck it. If they were going to work as friends... or lovers, which is what Harry really wanted... she would need to accept this side. He grabbed his laptop and boosted it on, letting himself grab the latest completed scene. “Here. You can read this, i'll order the pizza.” There were obvious nerves in his belly from letting her read filthy smut from his computer but Y/N... she was different. He couldn’t put his finger on why, but she was.

They were meant to be studying. 

That was long forgotten though as Y/N nodded and got comfortable on the couch with his laptop sat in her lap. It felt a bit taboo, but she figured she could separate the writer from the story. 

The scene was from a male character’s perspective, describing him having a long and hard day at work where all he could think about was his partner. Y/N felt her face get progressively warmer as the character spoke about his partner, she couldn’t help but imagine this was how Harry was when he was horny and needy. 

Y/N knew that if she was his, she would certainly brighten up his mood after a tough day at work. Seeing her own name in the document however proved that Harry thought the same. Her eyes nearly bulged out of her head, her eyes lifting from the screen to look up at him as he ordered the pizza completely unaware of her discovery. 

This is what he imagined? This is what he wanted to do.... with her?

Harry ordered two cheese pizzas and some cinnamon dessert thing because there was a a special going on. He had thought about getting more but he didn’t want to go overboard with it, so he finished the order. Thank god for online ordering.

“Okay... it’ll be here in 25 minutes I think.” He hummed, looking up and freezing slightly. She looked blushy and her eyes wide as she read the post and he wondered why she looked a bit startled. “Hey... y’alright love?” He asked quietly. God damn it. Had he freaked her out too much? Was it just too much in general for the first time they properly hung out? He couldn’t remember exactly what scene he had pulled up. Just that it was recent, a billionaire type of thing.

Y/N casually moved the laptop on to the coffee table without answering his question. She didn’t think twice before she climbed on to his lap, hands settling on his shoulders. Sure, it was a risky move, but after what she’d read? She felt like she had to make her move. She wanted to be just as hot and sexy as he had imagined her to be. Harry’s shocked expression made her smile, hand going up to cup his cheek. 

“You left my name in the document...” Y/N’s voice spoke low and slow, thumb brushing over his now parted lips. Never did she think she could be so bold so soon, but fuck did it feel good. She felt so powerful, so sexy, and so so horny. “Thought about me riding your cock so much you wrote about it?” Y/N whispered, leaning in to kiss the skin just below his ear before nibbling at the skin. “Noticed me before we properly met... thought about me... is this what you wanted, baby?”

Harry blanked. 

Oh. fuck.

He hadn’t expected her to climb into his lap. Climbing on and straddling him, cupping his cheek, talking in that hot little voice that had his cock filling a bit. Holy fucking shit. 

“Oh—” He was cut off by her thumb over her lip. She was into it, into him. How had this happened? He had to be dreaming. But... no. Her heat was too real to be a dream. Her eyes too clear and dark, her smell too real. It was real. “Y-yeah...” He whispered, gasping when she kissed his skin, hand grabbing her waist. Oh, hell. Under his pants, his cock was quickly hardening. You couldn’t blame him, his dream woman, his crush, was straddling his lap and kissing his neck. Talking like this. 

“Thought about it ‘lots.” He muttered. She was so bold for this and that was something he found so sexy. When her teeth scraped his skin and bit down a bit harder, a dark groan left his mouth, hand on her waist tightening. “Holy shit... Y/N.”

“Hmm... feels good?” Y/N questioned, licking over the spot that she bit before moving to a new one. “Think I can make you cum in 25 minutes?” Y/N felt like she could take on the challenge, his cock was already hardening beneath her and she was a bit of foreplay away from being completely soaked. “Wanna try all of it, yeah?” Y/N muttered, nipping at the spot just where his jawline met his neck. “Riding your cock.... you bending me over, can choke me too. Please do...” She moaned at the thought, her hormones completely taking over. He still seemed to be frozen, despite his hand now on her waist so she moved her hips forward a little bit and tugged at his hair. “Wanna make you feel good.” 

Y/N had a kink for giving but it seemed Harry did as well. She expected a needy hook up, rough touches, quickness, pure lust. It’s exactly what she needed. It’s been a while since she’d hooked up with anyone and she was desperate for Harry to break her dry spell.

“Ah, shit.” Harry hissed. The tug at his hair sent a shock of hot arousal down his spine. That got him going so quickly. She wanted to fuck? Right now? He would be a fool to say no, and he wasn’t raised a fool. “Yeah? Y’want to ride my cock?” He asked lowly. “Fucks sake... I didn’t know you were so dirty.” He never would have guessed it from her either but... they were here. And he was snapped out of his shock by the tug, and now he was ready to do whatever the fuck she let him. “What did y’want the most, love? Tell me.” He had taken into account that she wanted to be choked, raising a hand to gently cuff her throat, bringing her close to his face. The confidence was soaring now, and all because she was leaking it. She wanted it, desperately. “I said, tell me.” He gave a quick squeeze to her throat. “Want to know what you need.”

“Need your cock, daddy.” Y/N moaned out, eyes blown and glazed over with desire. Y/N could feel the tension in her bones, cunt throbbing and aching to be touched. “Need you so bad, please— wanted you for so long, please make me cum, please!” She pleaded, fully giving into the fantasy. Y/N was never one to hold back and from what she had read, he certainly didn’t want her to. Her body felt like it was on fire, hands grabbing fist fulls of his sweater in hopes that he’d just take it off. Y/N wasn’t sure what type of body would be beneath it, but she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel his warm skin, lick and kiss all that she could while she worked her magic. Y/N waited for his directions, falling into the submissive role easily despite her initial approach. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna have to re-write that scene.”

Harry was going to give this girl any fucking thing she wanted. He let her guide his sweater off, the cool air hitting his skin not even getting a chance because her hands and mouth were all over him. It was like she had fallen into a heat, and Harry.... he loved it. He placed his hands under her sweater, feeling her hands smooth over his chest as she kissed at his neck and over his jaw. Her skin was hot under the sweater, his hands gripping her waist and smoothing over her hips, going up and sip to her ribs where he realized— fuck. 

“Not wearing a fucking bra?” He hissed. “Jesus... you’re a little minx, aren’t you? Off with this.” He spoke lowly, grabbing the ends of it but barely had a shot before Y/N ripped it off of her body. Fucks sake. She was sexier than he had ever imagined. “My god... you’re so sexy, baby.” He whispered, sitting up and burying his face between her breasts. Kissing the hot skin between them, working his way up with the wet, open mouthed kisses to her throat.

“Oh Daddy...” Y/N’s body shuddered at the feeling of his mouth on her, head falling back as she let out a happy sigh. He seemed to like her hand in his hair so she happily gripped at his locks as he scattered kisses over her skin. “Come ‘ere...” She whined, guiding him up to her lips. “Wanna taste your mouth.” Making eye contact with him in this moment felt intimate. All those quick glances in classes and at the coffee shop, all the day dreaming, it all built up to this moment where she fully felt she could let herself let go. The both of them wanted this, it was so reassuring, this was a safe space and they could do whatever they wanted. Y/N’s body rolled forward, pushing him further back onto the couch and angling her hips so she could tease the both of them before she let herself have it. Fuck was he hard... and full. Another moan left her lips, sounding more like a plea and cry for more.

“Fuck me... you’re needy. I love it.” Harry hissed, pulling her mouth to his. It wasn’t soft. No, this kiss... it was hot. Heavy. Her mouth opened and immediately he dragged his tongue inside, meeting hers. She tasted like the apple juice and a bit of mint, and he could groan just from how good it was. Sweet little Y/N wasn’t too innocent at all. “Fuck— keep teasing me like that. S’like you want to end up crying.” He had a feeling now that she did. She wanted his cock inside of her pussy, thrusting in and out and letting herself soak him. Yeah... he wanted it too. “Keep calling me daddy. You’re so dirty. Who would have fucking... known.” He spoke between the kisses, hands going for her jeans. He wanted them off, like hours ago. He was finally going to get her. “M’gonna lay you out in my bed after... first m’gonna fuck you, but M’gonna clean out your cunt with my tongue. And then M’gonna take you again. Yeah?” She has come for studying but was staying for hot sex and he hoped to turn it into a nice marathon. He had all weekend and he was hoping she wouldn’t have to go. He had too many idea for her. “Gonna let daddy lick it up?”

“Fuck— yes, gonna let daddy have his way with me...” She kept her hips rolling against his slowly, keeping the rhythm in check with the passionate kiss they were sharing. Y/N already knew this was going to be the best sex of her life, the kiss alone let her know that. His tongue would work wonders on her cunt and she’d be more than happy to return the favor. Hesitantly, Y/N began to stand to get her jeans off, one of her hands staying put on the back of his neck so the kiss didn’t break. She let him fiddle with the zipper, feeling his fingers hook both her jeans and underwear before yanking them down to which Y/N let out a little squeal. 

Y/N knew she had to pull away from the kiss for air but she didn’t want to, waiting till the very last minute until she couldn’t anymore and went to get his jeans off.

“Come on. Be good.” He murmured against her lips, brushing his hips up so she could get his pants off. She tugged and easily they came down, Harry kicking them off as he pulled her back in his lap. His hands gripped her bare ass and groaned when she pushed into them, not thinking twice before pulling his hand back and smacking it the sound rang in the room and she let out the most sexy noise against his mouth, making him hiss. Fuck. He wanted her so fucking badly. This girl... she was everything. One hand went to feel and fuck. Fuck shit, motherfuck, it was wet. She was so, wet. “Jesus— you’re so wet. Baby— holy shit, you’re soaked.” He whispered. “S’cause of me? You wanted daddy’s cock this bad?” He pulled his fingers off slightly, the arousal still stringing to his fingers. He placed them at her mouth and pushed them in. “That’s it. Clean them up, sweet girl. You’re so filthy, y’know that? Precious little thing. So slick and hot, want cock so fucking bad don’t you?” He cooed, feeling her suck on the digits. “Now.... rub it against your pussy. Don’t put it in yet. get it wet.”

Y/N sucked at his fingers as if it were her job, making sure to treat it like she would his cock which included eye contact. She loved looking at him, seeing his hungry expression and his eyes that seemed to say so much more than he did. Even the feeling of her cunt sliding over his cock sent tingles up her spine. It had never affected her this much with other guys, but she assumed it was different with Harry because she had wanted him for so long. Y/N let out a whimper, feeling a gush of wetness accumulate when he pushed his fingers in farther. Harry was hot in ways she couldn’t explain, there were little things he did that just hit the spot and made her want to fuck him even harder. Y/N was practically bouncing on his cock, aching for him to let her have it inside.

“You’re such a good girl. Listening so fucking well.” Harry took his fingers from her mouth, smirking at the whine and slight chasing of his fingers when he placed it on her breast. She gave it all to him and honestly, he was ready to just... lose it. “Go ahead. Take what you want.” It was not even a moment later that he felt her begin to sink down. She was tight— so damn tight, and he choked slightly at just how good the squeeze was. He let out a hiss, head thrown back in the couch as the slick, hit cunt sucked over him, squeezing hard as she stretched open slowly. “Holy fuck.” He growled, gripping both hips now and looking at her with a darkness in his eyes. “You’re so bloody tight— Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so good.” He whispered.

“Daddy!” She whimpered as she slid farther down on his cock until she couldn’t fit anymore of him in. “I’m so full— feels so good.” Her eyes rolled back a bit as she began to bounce at a slowed rhythm. Small moans and little huffs came from her throat with every stroke of her hips, it wasn’t until she felt warmed up that she actually went for it. Y/N shifted so that she had better balance, keeping her hands on his shoulders before dropping back down on his cock. “Fuck!” She squeaked, making sure to clench one her way back up before repeating the action at a quicker pace. It felt incredible. He was touching every little part of her, feeling small waves of pleasure spread throughout her body. “Daddy! Fuck— feels so good ahhh!” Her moans were pornographic, whiny, desperate and needy. She didn’t even know she could sound like that, but apparently it was possible when she was as thirsty for cock as she was.

Never would he have guessed that this would be the outcome of their hang out. He had hoped, sure. Dreamed? Absolutely. But the reality was so much better. He had the hot, wet and extremely tight pussy gliding up and down his cock. She was moaning, tits bouncing in his face, and she was vocal. More than he could have asked for. The infatuation he had with her was only growing. 

“Fuck, you’re a good girl. Such a perfect little cunt. Like bouncing on my cock, hm? Knew you’d be the perfect girl for me. Keep going.” His hand squeezed her ass, encouraging her to work herself on him. “Feels so full, yeah? Such a big cock filling such a little pussy. A nice stretch for you hm? So eager to be filled up...” her face was of pure bliss and Harry couldn’t help but take a mental photo. He hoped this could happen more than this once. “Knew you’d be good for me. Throwin’ yourself in my lap and begging to be fucked. Never guessed you’d be such a little slut, but I love it.” He took his hand, bringing it down sharply on her ass.

“Fuck!” Y/N gasped, her own hand moving to cuff his neck. It wasn’t as effective as him doing it to her, but it got the point across. The both of them grabbing at each other roughly, him thrusting up into her each time she slammed down. It could only be described as pure ecstasy, surely the hottest sex she had ever had. She needed him, she needed him to cum. Y/N couldn’t stop herself from leaning down to kiss his mouth again, making a mess of the two of them. “You’re so fucking good— love your cock, daddy... fucking love it!” She moaned between kisses, increasing her pace just enough so she could fuck him hard and steady. “I want you to cum for me daddy, wanna feel it nice and deep.” Thank fuck for IUDs. “Want you to fill me up while I cum all over your cock, can you do that for me? Can you cum with me?”

He was panting, lowering himself so he could properly thrust into her sopping cunt. He hadn’t gotten any in so long but this blew any and everyone out of the water. No one could ever understand how good this was. All the pining and imagining had come to an even better conclusion. 

“I’ll do it... but you... gotta promise me.” He growled, giving a particularly sharp thrust inside of her, making her wail. “Promise me I can do it again. Let me have this pussy more.” He didn’t want it to end if it was the only time he could get it. It was too good to let go of. Drooling all over his cock and her soft whimpers and dirty words had him more worked up than anything else. “Promise, baby, and I’ll let you have my cum.”

“Promise— I promise— fuck!” She felt her breath get caught in her throat at the particularly hard thrusts Harry was giving her. “Please Daddy, please give it to me.” Y/N whimpered, moving her hands so they cupped his cheeks, keeping eye contact with him as they continued to relentlessly thrust into each other. There was nothing more satisfying, nothing that managed to hit every part of her both physically and spiritually and made her feel so alive. When you’ve wanted something for so long it makes getting it that much better and she knew that she’d always be chasing this high that only he could give her. “I’m so close, fuck, daddy—“ She mumbled between kisses, squeezing around him and continuing at her pace to bring herself to the perfect high. “Cum with me daddy, please— ah!”

Harry would work on his stamina next round. But after the whole thing, he was close to losing his mind. She was giving him the most tempting offer and he wasn’t going to give it up. 

“Oh— fuck me.” He thrusted in again and again before he let himself go. Feeling her clench up around him and sob against his mouth, he let out a deep growl as he buried himself deep. Hot cum shooting inside of her cunt, rocking his hips in to get it all in there. There was no doubt that this was some of the most intense sex of his life but he was almost ready to go again, as soon as it ended. Holding her shivering form, her orgasm was tapering, he could feel her clenching still. “That’s it. Take all of it inside of you. Good girl.”

Y/N gripped Harry’s shoulders, loud screams of pleasure coming straight from her throat. There were no words to describe the high, she almost felt out of her own body as he showered her with praise. With her body shaking and face contorting with a silent scream, she found it in her to come back down letting out a pathetic whimper.

“Daddy—” She swallowed thickly, mouth finding his messily, pressing kisses to his lips and his face. The two of them were both lightly covered in sweat, breathing heavily and enjoying each other’s company. Y/N was far too blissed out to think about what just happened, but blissed out enough to know there would be many more rounds of this tonight. Y/N smiled as she nuzzled against his neck, still sponging kissing to his dampened skin. “Better?” She mumbled, smirking against his skin a bit.

“Mm.” He hummed, hands holding her hips still. Holy hell. This was the beginning of an amazing weekend- because he didn’t plan on letting her out at all, if he could help it’ he wanted her to stay, to let him indulge in her. “So fucking good.” He muttered lowly, rubbing his hand up her back and smoothing over her skin. Fucks sake. This was paradise. Nothing could pop him out of this. 

At least, that was until the doorbell rang. 

“Ah, fuck. The pizza.”

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