#hs fic

[1d1195]

Dolcezza

Harry works in an Italian restaurant.

She just moved into the apartment above it.

Harry thinks she's a princess and should be treated as such.

She has never felt the way Harry makes her feel.

from my 🧸-anon:

"Sometimes for some people it takes a lot to ask for help.... Simply because they weren't given some the first thousand times they ask for it"

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Extra I

@babegoals made the ADORABLE top divider for me 💕 I couldn’t not use it. So this will be a special little series and I will have an upper and lower one!

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[harrystylescherry]

A/N: i am finally back from the pits of...my life, where all i do is work and complete grad school homework. i have like 15 fics started but not finished--but this one got done in 2 days!! look, girls (me) just wanna have fun (erotic fantasies) okay? thanks

*warning: spanking/paddling, mild pain

what this is: pure smut tbh

word count: 7.1k

let me know what you think :)

MASTERLIST

“Come,” Harry’s voice was low, demanding, as he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands gripping the end of the mattress.

Your insides melted and heat spread between your thighs–but you weren’t in the mood to play the part of the submissive today. Although your boyfriend would argue that it wasn’t a part you were playing at all, but who you were deep down. And you hated that he was right. Because underneath your frustration was the need for him to not be upset with you, to please him, to ask for forgiveness.

But you had had a shitty day, one filled with pointless meetings that kept you from doing the work you were actually hired to do, and then got chewed out by your boss for not having met a deadline–one she told you not to worry about in favor of attending those stupid meetings. So you had worked late, hammering out a piece on the benefits of vitamin C, which was really just a regurgitation of all the other info that existed on the internet.

Harry had tried to comfort you, to rub your shoulders as you typed as fast as you could, sighs slipping so fast from your lips it sounded like a single, never ending sound. It was when he suggested, or more-like commanded, that you take a break and eat something that you snapped at him. At the time, you hadn’t really been thinking of the consequences. Especially since he brushed it off with a light squeeze of the back of your neck.

After you sent off the piece (along with a very fake but very polite apology to your manager about missing the deadline), you slapped your laptop shut and finally took a seat across from him at the table.

You didn’t even acknowledge him as you dug into the pasta he had made, realizing for the first time that you hadn’t eaten since ten that morning, despite working from his home office. You were wound tight, your shoulders still tense even after Harry had attempted to relieve some pressure.

“You really need to quit.” He said, his eyes on you.

“I know,” you sighed. You didn’t want to have this conversation with him again. It happened once a week. He just didn’t get it–he was older (only by a few years, teetering on the edge of his twenties) and was already established, already successful. He was already a partner at an ad firm, already proved he was worth something. You, on the other hand, were a struggling journalist who wanted into the music industry–but freelance was hard and you needed money. This job paid a lot. Probably because they needed to make up for the fact that the company itself was a shit show. But it was fine–and you were applying. You were trying to quit, but you needed a net. And Harry didn’t understand that.

“You work ridiculous hours and your boss is insane.”

“I know.”

“It’s killing you, and–”

“Jesus Christ, I know,” you snapped. “Do you really think I don’t know? I hate my fucking job, but I need it, okay? And no, you can’t help me so I can quit and not have to worry while finding something new. I don’t need you to take care of me. So stop.”

His shock morphed into irritation. “That’s strike two.” His voice was hard. “And only because I know you’re having a bad day, and that you didn’t mean it.”

“And what if I did,” you mumbled as you moved your food around your plate.

Harry exhaled sharply through his nose and stood up from the table. “Finish eating. Then we’ll talk.” It wasn’t a request. On his way to the sink, he dropped a hand into your hair and scratched softly. “I’ll be in my office.”

Even in a shit mood, Harry in Dom mode was hot. This wasn’t something new to either of you, but you two weren’t very hardcore either–no whips or masks, or gags. You were more of a bondage and mild pain kind of girl and Harry respected that, though he did sometimes push your limits.

When you two were out in the world–on dates, at parties, with family or friends–the dynamic was normal, but in the evenings, after you were both home from work, and over the weekends he got to order you around, punish you and take you however and wherever he wanted. So, really, you should probably apologize before you got yourself in trouble.

You weren’t in the mood to give up control tonight, not entirely. You didn’t even think you could if you wanted to. The stress was at an all time high and you were gripping tight to whatever control you had, since at work lately, it felt like you had none; at the whim of everyone you worked under. The late nights, the Teams messages at random hours of the day–your control was slipping in a way you didn’t like. There was no way you could give up whatever semblance of it you had left.

It seemed your boyfriend knew that, and was giving you opportunities to relax in a way he didn’t do very often–ever, actually, up until a few weeks ago when you started shutting down from stress. Instead of bending you over his knee or edging you until you were close to tears, he’d let the disobedience slide and curl you into his lap or side instead. Still, he’d demand you tell him how you felt, talk through your stress and frustration, refusing to let you disrupt the free flowing communication that needed to exist between the two of you, or keep yourself closed off from him.

Opening up to him wasn’t hard. It never was, and it’s what made him the perfect Dom for you. That and he was really fucking hot, lean but strong. And the way he looked in a suit? Jesus.

Your muscles clenched at the thought.

You finished your plate and drank the rest of your wine. After dumping your plate in the sink and refilling your glass, you made your way up the stairs and down the hallway where Harry’s office was. You paused to the right of the doorway and took a deep breath. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t want to talk. It wouldn’t do any good. Why couldn’t he just let you stew and drink. Why did he have to know everything?

Something inside you flared. That was bad. Anger wasn’t good–anger meant a biting remark that would surely get you in trouble. You took a long sip of wine and another deep breath before relaxing your shoulders and walking into the room.

Harry was sitting at his desk, typing away on his laptop. He had cleaned up all your work stuff from the day, piled your notebooks neatly on top of your laptop, recapped all your pens and fastened them back into their case.

You stood next to him, and he didn’t even look at you. You tried not to tap your foot or sigh with impatience, but it was hard.

“Plan on behaving now?” He asked with his eyes still on the screen.

You bit your tongue and counted to three. “Yes.”

He raised his eyebrow and peeked over at you.

You swallowed the annoyed sigh. “Yes, sir.” You ignored the way your cheeks flared when you said it.

“Better,” he said before going back to the document on his screen.

Oh my god. Couldn’t you two just get this over with so you could take a bath and go to sleep? The thought of having to wake up and work tomorrow made your jaw clench. You closed your eyes and told yourself it was fine.

But it wasn’t fine. You were miserable and so stressed out that you woke up every morning with a sore jaw. The anxiety bundled in the pit of your stomach before making its way up your throat. The thought of logging in tomorrow, being met with at least seventy emails and your submitted draft hacked up by your manager–who had never written a thing in her life, by the way–made your cheeks burn and chest clench.

If Harry noticed, he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t tell you to sit down or go to sleep or…literally anything. The anxiety morphed itself back into frustration as you just stood there, waiting.

He pulled his hands from his keyboard and rubbed them over his face before motioning to you. You took a step closer and he pushed the chair back slightly and pulled you to stand between his legs. Harry took the glass from your hands and put it on the desk. He planted his hands firmly on your hips and squeezed until it was almost painful.

A rush moved through you.

He dropped his head against the spot right under your chest and kissed over the t-shirt you wore. Before you could drop a hand into his hair, he stood up.

He walked towards the small love seat that sat next to the tall bookshelves and pulled you after him. You worked hard not to shuffle your feet.

Harry sat down and pulled you into his lap with ease. “Talk.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You were met with narrowed eyes and a stern look. You crossed your arms protectively over your chest and his eyes narrowed even more. When you wouldn’t relent, Harry squeezed one of your thighs harshly. You jumped and resented the heat that returned below. You dropped your hands into your lap and Harry’s big hand fell over them. Holding them here.

“Try again.”

You stretched your neck, trying to expel some of the frustration and anxiety you felt. You didn’t want to talk about it. Why did you always have to talk about it? Maybe if you just apologized, it would be fine and he’d let it go. Maybe. Hopefully.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You morphed your face into something that you hoped looked sincere and sorry. Even though you weren’t. At least, you weren’t sorry [enough]. You didn’t want to upset him, ever. You wanted his praise, for him to be proud of you–but there was only so much succumbing to power a girl could take. You were taking it enough at work. Succumbing at home wasn’t as easy these last few weeks. “I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have. You shouldn’t be lying to me either.”

“I’m not–” Another harsh squeeze to your thigh. When you saw the disapproving look on his face, a part of you yearned to fix it. And you fought that part of you away. Keep your control.

“We don’t lie, love.” The softness seeped back into his voice. “If you’re going to apologize, you’re going to mean it.”

You raised your eyes to his, a rip of fire going through you. You didn’t want to apologize to him–not when he started it. You had dolled out enough apologies for one day–to your manager, mostly, after taking the blame and fixing problems she created. “Well, then I guess I’m not apologizing.” A pause. “Sir.”

Harry clicked his tongue in disapproval and gave a laugh devoid of any humor. “Strike three, then.”

You rolled your eyes and he caught your chin between his fingers roughly. “You and your fucking attitude lately. I’ve been patient.” His eyes darkened. “Not anymore.”

He put you on your feet and tugged your hair before walking wordlessly out of the room.

You knew you were supposed to follow him, that he [expected] you to follow him–a shiver ran down your spine. The urge to follow him, to relinquish your control started to consume you and you fought it.

If you don’t go, it’ll be worse. If he has to call your name, the punishment will be worse.

You squeezed your eyes shut cursing yourself for being stupid, for forgetting your restraint; for thinking that Harry would allow you a little power, that you could hold onto it.

By the look in his eye and the tone of his voice, he hadn’t been joking. His patience was spent and you were in for it.

Your thighs clenched at the thought and a little apprehension mixed with the thread of thrill that laced through your stomach. He wouldn’t be too harsh, would he? It had been a while. A few weeks at the least–maybe even two months since you had been punished, since things had hurt just a little more than they pleasured.

You realized you were still standing in the middle of the office and hurried after him down the hallway, not wanting to give him another reason.

His back was to you when you stepped into the room and he was taking off his tie in front of the mirror. “Strip,” he ordered.

The deepness of his voice was welcome, though your nerves spiked just a little.

You pushed your jeans down your legs and slipped off your t-shirt. Then, your bra and panties. When he turned, his gaze was disapproving and your heart sank.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to look at me,” he said as he rolled up his sleeves.

You dropped your eyes immediately. Christ, he was serious. You were in more trouble than you had been in in ages.

“Turn around and bend over. Hands around your ankles.”

Your face heated. Immediately, you did as you were told and chastised yourself. So much for keeping a semblance of control.

“What’s your safe word?”You heard him open the wardrobe in the corner of the room and then rummaging.

“Red,” you said, your uneasiness evident. His movements paused. “Red, sir.”

You heard him hum, satisfied. “Good.”

Your heart rate increased as his footsteps grew closer and you heard him tap something against his leg. You peeked around your legs and your breath caught.

“It’s been awhile so here’s a reminder: the safe word is only to be used if absolutely necessary; when you physically or mentally can’t take it anymore. Not because you’re nervous or scared. Not simply because it hurts. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” You made sure not to forget that time. His taking a moment to clarify left you shaking slightly. If he noticed, he didn’t comment. He didn’t try to assuage your nerves either.

He held the crop at his side while he ran a hand over your ass. “Soft,” he said, his voice anything but. The crop smoothed over your ass before tapping lightly against your skin. When he brushed it over your exposed pussy, you forced yourself to hold back a whimper. “I’ve been nice. More than nice. And you’ve taken advantage.”

The crop came down on your ass and you flinched. It was only a sting–one that morphed into pleasure quickly.

“I’ve been patient, letting you speak to me in a way that would usually have you bent over the table in less than a second.”

It came down on the other cheek, harder. You released a small sigh at the sensation.

“It’s my fault really, for encouraging it. For letting you get away with it.” His voice told you that he didn’t really believe that. “Or maybe it’s your fault for continuing the behavior, knowing I would disapprove, knowing you were being disobedient and doing it anyway.”

The clear disapproval in his voice made your chest ache and cheeks heat in embarrassment.

Another swat to your ass–and then another, quick on the other cheek. Hard. Your body scooted forward involuntarily and you whimpered. Harry grabbed you and held you in place. “Don’t move.” The growl in his voice sent heat straight to your core.

“This fight for control, it needs to stop. I don’t know where it’s come from because you refuse to talk–another rule broken–but it’s got to end. You need to understand your place, sub.”

Your cheeks flamed. He hadn’t called you that since the early days of your relationship when you tested his boundaries, when the two of you were still getting used to one another and your dynamic. You didn’t like the typical nicknames like pet, or kitten. They made you feel inhuman and a little gross, so Harry tended to call you ‘love’ even when he was angry, when you did something wrong, or were being punished. It was never about what he said, but the way he said it–the fact that he had pulled that out meant you were absolutely fucked.

He swatted your ass a few times in succession, giving you no time to recover between. The stinging sent shocks straight to your clit. You knew you were wet. You could feel it drip through your folds.

“I won’t stand for the disrespect any longer. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice wavered. You wondered if his approval showed on his face, but you were still folded over.

His fingers grazed over the sensitive skin of your ass and you inhaled. They trailed down between your cheeks and circled your clit once. You moaned. His fingers moved up and he pushed one slowly inside of you. Pleasure always came after the punishment–so was it over? Was that it? That was nothing, thank–

“Seems you’re enjoying this a little too much, huh, sub? Not much of a punishment if you’re soaked but not begging. Right?”

You took a deep, shaky breath.

“Ah!” You shrieked when the crop made contact with the sensitive spot where your ass met your thighs.

“When I ask you a question, you answer.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Stand up.”

When you stood, all the blood rushed back down from your head and you stumbled. Harry caught you easily with a hand on your arm. Once you recovered, he dropped his hand.

“On the bed on your stomach. Ass up, knees apart.”

You kept your eyes down and didn’t move. Nerves filled your chest. It had been so long.

Harry stepped in front of you and tilted your chin up towards him, but you kept your eyes down, not wanting to disobey again.

“Look at me.” When you lifted your eyes, there was a slight smile pulling at his cheek. Approval. Your shoulders relaxed and a small amount of pride swelled in you. “Good girl.” He brushed his thumb over your lips. “It’s gonna hurt. It’s a punishment. You remember those, right?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered.

The warmth in his eyes returned for a moment and he brushed his knuckles over your cheek. He dropped his hand. “Get on the bed, sub.”

The check-in was over and your all demanding dom was back.

While you got situated on the bed, Harry returned to the wardrobe. You couldn’t see what he was getting, but what you heard lit your nerves on fire. It wasn’t the jingling of the restraints, but his knuckles against the paddle that sent your heart into your throat.

You liked mild pain. Last time he used the paddle, it was a little more than mild. The last time–your skin paled when you remembered. The last time he had used it was during a punishment.

“Hands above your head,” He said as he made his way to stand to the side of the bed.

Your heart was beating so hard you could feel it reverberating off your ribcage, but you obeyed–slowly. He took cuffs from the bedside table and secured them onto your wrists. The coolness of the leather sent a reminder of want straight down to the spot between your thighs. Harry’s fingers brushed over yours unintentionally as he attached the cuffs to one another, and then to one of the restraints attached to the headboard, and you stopped yourself from reaching for him.

Roughly, he pulled you back by your hips until you couldn’t move your arms from where they were above you. Silently, he looped similar cuffs around your ankles and attached them to the restraints at each corner of the bed. There was nowhere for you to go.

In a small moment of panic, you attempted to tug at the restraint keeping your hands above your head, and felt the heat of fear in your cheeks. When Harry heard your small whimper, he came to the side of the bed, placed one big hand over your cuffed wrists and the other on the small of your back, warm and reassuring. Immediately, you felt your heart rate slow.

“Relax. It’s okay.” He paused while you took a deep breath, but your face was still hot. “Do you trust me?” He asked with a voice full of caring.

Of course you did. Harry wouldn’t ever give you more than he knew you could handle; he would never actually make you feel unsafe, or the kind of fear that wasn’t linked to pleasure and excitement.

Speaking of which, as he rubbed the spot on your back, you felt the heat pool at your core.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He smiled before disappearing from your view.

From somewhere behind you, he knocked his knuckles on the paddle once more, almost as a warning.

When it came down the first time, it was nothing more than a sting–one that, you admitted, you quite liked. The next few continued like that, the stings turning into a warmth that had you on the verge of moaning.

Once you finally let one slip, the next spank came down harder. You flinched and sucked in a breath each time it came down.

“Does that hurt?”

You whimpered in response.

You attempted to move forward, away from the paddle, when it came down even harder across both of your cheeks.

“Does that hurt, sub?” His voice was low, hard.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Do you like being punished?”

“No, sir.”

Your ass stung--a burning kind of sting that would have you wincing until tomorrow. And yet, you felt your arousal drip down your leg.

Suddenly, Harry’s fingers were at your core, swirling in the slickness that coated your folds.

“Lying again, are we?”

“No, sir.” And you weren’t lying. You didn’t like being punished, who did? It wasn’t your fault that your body enjoyed the pain, the stinging.

He sighed. “I was going to be nice and only go for ten more, but bad girls don’t get ‘nice’.” He swiped his thumb over your clit and you moaned. When he pulled his hand away, you tried to push yourself towards him, but the goddamned restraints wouldn’t allow it.

“Ah!” You cried when the paddle came down so hard that it more than stung. The pain thudded through your muscles. Twenty of that? The worry prickled over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. The harsh pain faded, leaving a stinging that you could handle.

“Count them.”

Whack

“One.”

Another.

“Two.”

Another.

You whimpered. “Three.”

By ten, your voice was shaking and your eyes had begun to water. He wasn’t feeling very accommodating anymore, which was fair considering how far you had pushed him and the rules, and wasn’t giving you a second to recover. Wasn’t giving the sharp pain a chance to dull before coming down again.

By fifteen, you were tensing in preparation for each spank and your ass felt like it was on fire. The heat extended down to your clit, where it ached with need. Each hit sent a vibration straight past your core and to your clit, which was swollen and aching to be touched. You hadn’t let a tear fall yet, but you weren’t sure you could hold them back for much longer.

Your grip on the restraint was tight, your knuckles clenched in desperate need of something to hold onto.

Whack

“E-eighteen.”

Again.

“N-nineteen.”

Again.

“T-twenty.”

You released a breath of relief. It hurt. It really fucking hurt, but you were keenly aware of how turned on you were, at the ache between your legs.

Harry rubbed his hands over your skin and you flinched. “S’okay,” he said. You whimpered and he kissed the small of your back.

He released your ankles from the restraints and then did the same with your wrists, but you didn’t move. Your heart was still racing, even as your body untensed. Your muscles felt sore from useless tugging at the restraints as you blinked the tears away.

Harry walked around the bed and sat down.

“Come,” Harry’s voice was low, demanding, as he sat on the edge of the bed with his hands gripping the end of the mattress.

Your body immediately tensed again.

When you didn’t move, he sighed, annoyed. “Fucking hell.” He twisted, gripped your hips and pulled you over his lap like a rag doll. If you weren’t so worried about what was coming next, you would’ve enjoyed his manhandling a little more. Not to say that you didn’t enjoy it at all.

He positioned you so that your ass was directly over his lap, where you could feel his erection dig into your hip through his dress pants. Your upper body hung off one side of his lap, and your legs hung off the other. He ran his hands over your skin and you began to squirm.

“When are you going to learn.” It wasn’t a question and so you kept your mouth shut. He shifted you so that you were folded over his left thigh. He lifted his right leg and placed it over your legs so you could kick them or wriggle off his lap. He swiped his tie from where he discarded it on the nightstand and expertly twisted it around your wrists before tying it to the nightstand’s leg. When he sat up, he laid an arm across your shoulders.

Once again, he had rendered you immobile. And once again, heat seared through you at the idea of it–the way it always did. You had been trying to hold on to your control, but this is what you liked. You liked being commanded, ordered around, at Harry’s will and mercy. You ached at the idea of relinquishing it all and letting him do whatever he wanted. Take you however he wanted. And you needed this, you thought. After all the stress and frustration, you needed to just let go.

You relaxed against him and his cock twitched against your leg. He ran his hand over your skin that still burned and a soft whimper escaped you.

“Talk to me.” a hint of softness seeped into his voice. “What’s going on with you lately? What’s this need to disrespect and disobey?”

“Nothing.”

You cried out when his hand landed harshly on what was starting to feel like bruising skin.

“Why are you still trying to lie to me?” He ground out.

You didn’t know. There was no reason to, but you were stubborn. You always had been.

When you didn’t say anything, he pushed a finger inside your dripping center. A long, low moan escaped your lips. He moved it in and out of you at an agonizing pace.

When he pulled his finger out, you squirmed in protest.

“Stop.” You stilled. “If you want more, you’ll talk.”

You took a deep breath. “I’m just stressed out.” You flinched slightly as he dragged his nails over your ass. “And frustrated.”

“With me?”

“No, sir.”

“With work?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I told you to quit.”

Immediately, you went rigid and you knew he could feel your back tense beneath him. He massaged his fingers into your muscles. “See, there. What happened just then?”

“Nothing.”

You cursed when his hand came down. Right after, his fingers moved to your clit and you moaned while trying to push yourself further into his hand, but he wouldn’t allow it.

“You want a reward, huh? Don’t know what makes you think you deserve it.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“If you’re sorry, you’ll talk. So talk.”

He took his fingers away and you whined. He was going to hold you there until you gave him what he wanted, until you let him have all your control.

“Stop being stubborn, sub.”

“I don’t like when you call me that.”

Another swat to your ass. And fuck it burned. Tears sprang to your eyes.

“I’ll stop once you learn your place. Once you’ve earned back my affection.”

Your heart sank and your cheeks heated in shame. After two deep breaths, your body relaxed.

“I feel like–I feel like I have no power at work.” His fingers traced up and down your slit. “I get ordered around all day; blamed and chastised for stuff that isn’t my fault. I spend my whole day feeling degraded and out of control.”

“When you’re used to being your own boss,” he said in understanding. He traced his fingers over the hood of your clit, refusing to make actual contact and you whined in anticipation. “Go on.” The timbre in his voice was back.

“And you telling me to just quit–” He squeezed your clit between his fingers as a warning to lose the attitude. You adjusted your tone. “I want to quit and I know I need to, but I can’t. And when you make it out to be so easy, it makes me mad.” He trailed his fingers through your folds, running them over your labia, spreading your arousal until every piece of you was wet. You gave a shuddering moan. “It felt so defeating–giving up all my control after a day of having it just taken from me.”

“It is easy. If you’d just let me take care of you.” The frustration in his voice was clear.

“I-I can’t.”

“You can, you’re just being stubborn.” He sighed, releasing some of the hardness from his voice. “Bottling up on all that stress and frustration hasn’t done you any good, has it?”

“No, sir.”

“I could’ve been helping you get rid of it, let it go.”

“But–”

He dipped his fingers into you. “You’ve got to let it go, love.” Your chest warmed at the pet name. “Just let me take care of you.”

You attempted, again, to push yourself into his hand when he brushed his knuckles over your clit.

“If you want to come, love, you’re gonna have to relinquish control. You’re gonna have to let me take care of you.”

You moaned in frustration as his fingers ghosted over you.

“Please.” He pinched you again. “Please, sir,” you corrected.

“Let me take care of you.” His voice was soft. “Will you let me take care of you?”

When you whimpered in agony, he shoved two fingers deep inside of you–and pulled them out just as quick. Your breathing had sped up and your nipples hardened as they brushed against the fabric of his pants.

“Will you let me?”

Fuck, you couldn’t take it anymore–and he wanted to, so why wouldn’t you let him?

“Yes, s-sir.”

“Ask me.”

Of course he was going to make you ask him.

He circled around your clit, but didn’t touch it. You felt yourself begin to pant with need.

The embarrassment began to encroach on your chest but you pushed past it. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, take care of me.”

A slap to your pussy sent you reeling.

“I think you’re forgetting something.”

“Please, take care of me, s-sir.”

“Since you asked nicely.” The smirk was evident in his voice.

He pushed two fingers into you, curling them in the way he knew you needed. A moan broke from deep in your chest and you tried to grip onto his thigh, but the tie held your hands firmly in place. As he fingered you deeply, he leaned forward and kissed the skin of your back.

“If I untie you, will you be good?”

His fingers still moved in and out of you, and with the sounds falling from your lips, all you could do was manage a nod. Your boyfriend chuckled. He held his fingers inside of you and bent over to tug at the knot to release you. Your wrists were slightly red from writhing against the fabric and the sight of them sent a shameful spark of excitement through you.

Easily, he lifted you up and placed you so you were sitting up, your back against his chest and your ass on his lap, rubbing against his erection. He stretched one arm across your chest and placed his hand on your breast, holding you against him, while the other opened your legs, lifting each one up and draping them over his open knees.

“You’re not going to try and close your legs, are you, love?”

“No, sir.” You placed your hands behind your thighs, onto his, working to hold yourself up. Your body was tired. Even if you wanted to close your legs, you weren’t sure you had the energy.

“That’s my good girl.” You melted at his approval. He dropped his head down and nipped and kissed along your neck and shoulder while the hand that wasn’t holding you to him landed between your legs.

He traced slow circles over your clit and your head dropped back against him. You were so ready, that it didn’t take much for the tightening in the pit of your stomach to start; as it did, your moans increased and your chest began to heave. His pace was agony. When you tried to increase the pressure by lifting yourself to his fingers, he held you back.

“Please…” you breathed. “...faster.”

“No.”

You groaned and he laughed softly against your skin.

The build up was almost painful and your ass stung fresh each time it rubbed against him, but soon you saw white and a loud cry escaped you as your hips bucked against him and your chest shuttered in his hand.

“Good girl,” he whispered, holding his pace as you came down. You were swollen and shaking, each stroke of his finger bringing through a new aftershock. “You’re not done, love.” He whispered.

Before you could question him, he lifted you and laid you on the bed on your back. When you went to sit up, you were met with a glare. You lowered yourself back down and waited, legs open, for him.

He tugged you to the edge so that your toes barely touched the floor and your ass hung off the edge. Harry leaned over you and for the first time all night, brushed his lips against yours. When you whimpered, he grabbed your jaw and deepened the kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth, swirling it over yours. He was warm and still tasted like the wine the two of you drank with dinner. Your body reignited, your nipples rising to peaks and your clit throbbing for more. He rubbed his erection against your thigh and indulged in a moan.

When you tried to loop your arms around his neck, he grabbed them and held them against the mattress. “I don’t want to restrain you again, so don’t make me.” It was a warning–one that sent a jolt straight to your core.

Not looking for a response, he pushed himself up and went to the nightstand. He pulled out a vibrating dildo and kneeled down in front of your open pussy. He kissed the inside of your thighs, the spot between your thighs and your lips, and just over your clit. Each time his breath hit you, you shuddered.

The tip of the dildo touched your core and you shivered against the cold silicone. He dipped it into you slowly, allowing you a moment to register its size, before he pushed it into you entirely. It curved, scraping against the spot inside that sent your back arching off the bed. It was big–and thick. You felt yourself stretch around it, filling you entirely.

It clicked on and your muscles tightened around it. “Oh, my god.” You gripped at the comforter beneath you as your hips began to roll.

Harry squeezed the inside of your thigh and began moving it in and out of you again. Your breathing was ragged and you had to force yourself to keep your legs open, to keep your toes touching the floor.

“Does that feel good?”

“Ye–yes, s-sir.”

He kissed your clit before increasing the vibrations. You cried out as your hips bucked, your clit searching for any kind of friction. Harry hummed and you felt the slick of his tongue against you. You struggled to keep your hips down as pleasure rolled through you, hot and intense.

“Oh, my god.” Your hips began to buck–and suddenly you were empty. Cool air replaced Harry’s tongue. You whimpered and lifted your head. “Wha-”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to come, did I, love?” His voice was thick, his pupils blown out in desire.

“N-no. I’m sorry, sir.”

Without warning, the vibrator was inside you again, pushing against your walls, while Harry flicked his tongue quickly over your bud. Your grip on the comforter was deadly and your chest heaved as you attempted to stave off your orgasm.

It continued to build and moans slipped through your lips unallowed.

“Sir…” You groaned.

“Not yet.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t.”

A sweat broke out across your forehead and dampened your chest. You tried to focus on anything other than the way Harry’s tongue lapped at your clit and how well the dildo filled you. But it was hard. You could feel yourself losing control.

Harry nipped at your clit in warning, but you were so far gone it didn’t hurt, only added to your pleasure.

He was holding out, but you weren’t sure for what. He had already punished you–what more did he want?

Relief filled you when you realized: he wanted you to beg. He wanted you to give up control, to beg him to help you come undone.

“Sir, p-please.”

He ignored you.

“Please, can I come.”

He hummed against you.

“Please–fuck–please, can you help me come…”

He kissed your clit. “Go ahead, love.”

You relaxed and let your orgasm rip through your body. The pleasure was so good it was blinding. Your cries mixed with curses and you had the comforter balled so tightly in your fists you were surprised it didn’t tear.

After its peak, you had a moment of contentment before searing pleasure sent your skin on fire. He had upped the vibrations–and not just inside you, but against your clit. It seemed he had been hiding the vibrators rabbit attachment from you, saving it to send you over the edge one last time.

He rocked the dildo inside of you, hitting your g-spot while the points of the rabbit pressed against your already swollen clit. He reached his free hand up and pinched your already erect nipples, while kissing your hips and mound.

“That’s my girl,” he whispered against your skin. “Look at me.”

You opened your eyes and lifted your head. Teetering on the verge of coming undone for the third time, he lessened the vibrations and came to lay next to you on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at you.

He started moving the dildo inside you and bent down to give you a hard kiss.

“You need to let go. Stop fighting it.”

“I’m n–” Your argument died in your throat when you realized how tense your body was. You tried to relax, but it was too much. It would be too much. You were sore and swollen and so sensitive that a few tears had already slipped down your face.

He dipped down and rubbed his nose against your cheek. “Let me take care of you,” he whispered.

You looked at him and saw only tenderness and love. “Yes, sir.”

He changed the vibrator’s setting once more and you cried out.

“Keep your legs open,” he commanded while you writhed against the bed and he watched you.

He licked at your now tender nipples.

Too much. Too much. Too much.

You wanted to please him–and you wanted the release.

You breathed through the unbearable pleasure and the second your body relaxed, an orgasm unlike any other tore through your body. You let out a scream as Harry rocked the dildo against your g-spot and continued his assault on your nipples with his tongue.

Your cries grew hoarse as he forced you to ride out the entirety of your orgasm with the vibrations set to high and your body shook with the aftershocks as your muscles tightened around the toy still inside you.

He pulled it out and kissed you softly, as your body continued to shake with the aftermath. He wiped tears from your cheeks that you hadn’t even realized had fallen and pulled you tightly into his chest. Your breathing was ragged as he ran his hands over your back. When he brushed his hands over your ass you flinched.

“That might hurt for a bit,” he whispered. You cuddled closer and he kissed the top of your head.

When he started to move, you whimpered. He sat up and pulled you with him. You groaned in protest and scratched down your back. “Just moving us under the blanket, love.”

As he settled against the pillows with you between his legs and your head on his chest, the relief pooled in your chest. The stress was gone, as well as the frustration.

Then, just as quickly, an emptiness moved in–an embarrassment at the fact that you had been punished. This always happened afterwards and you hated it every time.

When he heard you sniffle, he tilted up your chin to look at him.

“Oh, poor baby.” He said when he saw the tears in your eyes. He hugged you tighter and you burrowed into him, though it was impossible for you to get any closer. “I’m sorry I had to do that. I know you’re not a fan of the paddle.” He rubbed his hand up and down your arm.

“It’s okay. I mean, honestly, I probably should’ve been punished weeks ago.”

Harry’s chest rumbled with a soft laugh. “That’s exactly right.”

“I’m sorry, sir. For being mean.”

“It’s not about meanness. It’s about disrespect, love–disobedience. You know how this works.”

“I know–”

He pinched her side. “Don’t interrupt. It’s unnecessary, so it’s willful. All I ever ask is that you talk to me.”

You looked up at him, asking for permission. He smiled and your heart swelled.

“Go ahead.”

“I’m sorry for being disrespectful,”

“S’okay. I think you’ve learned your lesson” Desire flashed in his eyes and suddenly you were reminded of his still very hard cock pressed against your back.

“Oh–do you want–”

He smiled and shook his head before guiding your head back to his chest. “Not tonight. Sweet of you to think of me.”

Your body relaxed further into him. “My butt hurts.”

You felt his lips against your hair. “Proud of you for taking it so well. You did a good job, love.”

Warmth filled you, knowing you had pleased him. “Thank you, sir.”

The comforter shifted off your shoulder and you shivered.

“How about a warm bath–for the two of us? How does that sound?”

You hummed your approval.

He nuzzled your cheek with his nose. “You know I love you, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

#harry styles #harry styles smut #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles story #harry styles writing #harry fic #hs fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x oc #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles au #harry styles fic rec

[derseprinceoftbd]

This is a rant I've been meaning to get off my chest for a while, but the conception on Tumblr, AO3, and sometimes here, that Jake is capable of "teasing" Dirk, and all that implies, irks me deeply.

Let me be clear: Jake English is not self-aware. He, in Canon, never does anything resembling self-awareness, maturity, emotional boldness, or anything else that requires a spinal column. This includes apologizing to anyone, talking about his problems in a way that doesn't end up being selfish, teasing someone, particularly Dirk, or transitioning. (I maintain this especially; he does not have the boldness, maturity, self-awareness, or nerve to have transitioned his gender presentation pre-Act-6.)

He has an *understanding* of pranks, if we allow Paradox Space as evidence, but that's it. He makes *Tavros* look like a fully-roleplayed-into-Class-shift Lord.

You know what the popular Fandom perception of Jake, as a member of a DirkJake relationship, lines up with? *John*, before his main writing trait became a deep, all-consuming depression and repression thing.

Like, John’s original Act 5 and earlier characterization before his underreaction to his dad's death and the spiral that sent him down towards his current "transition would not save her" characterization is what people use for Jake (charming, funny, actually seems to have his shit together enough to maybe be transmasc (man, remember *transmasc John*?), and, most importantly, seemingly capable of dealing with the levels of vaguely sociopathic bullshit that an even-close-to-accurate Dirk would throw at him), but DirkJohn/JohnDirk is less popular, to the point of not having a consensus order, simply because Jake and Dirk are *coded* as liking each other.

I think a lot of people miss that DirkJake is fundamentally the Equius of relationships; Hussie isn't one of those writers that feels pride in finding pathos in the ridiculous, but spiteful glee and humor. He genuinely does not care if he accidentally touches people's hearts in a way that doesn't involve Dave, or *maybe* Vriska. The fact is, DirkJake is a joke relationship, which is spelled out very clearly in their conversation.

You know, their conversation. The one they have together. The time we see someone who is actual Dirk Strider, not Hal pretending, not Aranea co-opting a memory, not a Brain Ghost, talking to Jake. That time.

Yeah, that doesn't exist. DirkJohn has as much conversational basis as DirkJake.

Edit:

LESS! GAME OVER! "I FAILED"! LESS!!!

DirkJake is a joke, a long, subtle one being made on everyone who saw Dirk's affections and immediately wanted him to get together with his disabled(?) ongoing harassment victim. Hussie was having a lot of fun making it seem like Jake found it important in the Masterpiece, I'll tell you that much.

@thelifetimechannel/@geejaysmith/@clonerightsagenda did magnificently wringing blood from this stone, I really do mean that, their Alphas are genuinely written better than Canon for 3/4, but that's all it ever was; every DirkJake writer is the YouTube comments under [this video](https://youtu.be/B7bpv5xyrOY?si=wYTCFDHM5ZzOY8fp) saying Equius could ever have been more than what he was.

TL:DR

1, Jake is pathetic, and we should remember this.

2, Hussie is a jackass who hates us one and all for the sin of caring and everything he has done with this franchise since maybe EOY2 has had an ulterior motive, and we should remember this.

3, Most people who write longfics set in SBURBless AUs, whether normalcy or fantasy, and want to ship Dirk and Jake should really be shipping Dirk with John, since now that history of Dirk-Jake interactions that justifies the ship in-Universe is gone at the Author's leasure, John would have the dynamic they want, and they talk *exactly as much*.

4, If you want to trans Jake, [there's a sensible way to do that](https://archiveofourown.org/works/8619856), but there's no in-character way to make him transmasc.

5, Read DDOTA, I beseecheth of you. Like yeah the Striders are emotional to a kinda weird degree but apart from that they really got everyone down right.

#dirkjake #dirk strider #jake English #pistol pony rodeo #Alpha kids #alpha kids meta #Homestuck #Homestuck meta #hs meta #dirkjohn #johndirk #dirkjake meta #double death of the author #ddota #tlcstuck #equius zahhak #andrew hussie #hs fic #hs fics #hs fic meta #transmasc jake #jake meta #jake english meta #jakedirk #john egbert #dirk strider meta #Homestuck shipping meta #hussie

[driversatellite]

this love | h.s | part eight

synopsis: harry and y/n were in a secret relationship for years and unfortunately it had to come to an end, but a year after the split they find themselves face to face once again, maybe they can mend what was once broken.

harry styles x desi!reader  

part eight: harry sticks to his word

word count: 1.3k

a/n: triple update, yayayay!!! i also would love to hear from you guys! thanks for reading as always, endless love for you all <3!

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Harry had made it to the Nightingale in record time, usually it would take at least 50 minutes, but he had somehow made it in 30 minutes, he parked in the back where they usually let the celebrities park their cars. He put on sunglasses and a mask and put his hood up before heading to the backdoor, where a bouncer stood. 

“Sorry, you gotta use the front, it’s a private event.” The bouncer says. 

“Please, I just need to get my friend and take them home.” Harry says. 

“Sorry, man you gotta use the front, like I said, it’s a private event.” The bouncer reiterated. 

Harry slipped his mask down and took his sunglasses off, “Please no one can know I’m here. I just need to get my friend.” 

“Oh shit, you’re Harry Styles, sorry, yeah come on in.” The bouncer exclaimed in surprise, seeing Harry Styles in sweats and a hoodie at a nightclub was the last thing he expected. 

“Thank you so much,” Harry fished out a $100 bill from his pocket and handed it to the bouncer, “Also where are the bathrooms?” 

Harry weaved his way through the club, managing to stay unrecognized, he finally made it to the bathrooms, now he just had to figure out which one Y/N was in. There were only two that were locked so he tried the first one and a masculine voice answered and Harry muttered a sorry before moving on to the next one. He knocked and Y/N’s sweet voice rang out, “Sorry, this is occupied.” 

Harry sighed in relief, she was okay, “It’s me. Can you open the door?” 

Y/N really didn’t want to get up from where she was sprawled out so she reached out and the lock was just close enough that she could unlock it without moving too much. Once Harry heard the lock unlock, he pushed open the door to see Y/N sprawled on the small circular sofa, “Shit y/n/n.” 

“This is your fault.” Y/N accuses as she sits up and points to him. 

Harry just rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah, let’s just get you home.” 

Y/N crossed her arms against her chest and shook her head, “I don’t want to go with you, I’m staying here and having fun.” 

“You’re wasted and from the looks of it, you just threw up, so I doubt you’re going to have any more fun, so let’s go.” Harry says. 

She rolled her eyes in annoyance, Harry was right, she hated that, “Why should I go with you? I’ll just call an Uber.” 

Harry’s patience was starting to dwindle, “Y/N, please just come with me, I’m not leaving you like this.” 

Y/N looked at the pleading look on his face and caved, she could hardly ever say no to him, especially when he gave her those eyes, “Fine.” 

She started to get up but stumbled and Harry was quick to catch her and steady her, his proximity was making her dizzy, she could smell his familiar cologne and she felt her resolve crumbling, she would always cave for Harry. Then she looked at him with confusion, “How’d you even get in? It’s a private event.”

“A bouncer was kind enough to let me, now come on he’s letting me use the backdoor.” Harry says as he helps her walk out of the bathroom. 

But Y/N stopped suddenly, “What about Quinn, Zoya, and Nico? Won’t they wonder where I went?” 

Harry’s eyes narrowed at the name Nico, “Who’s Nico?” 

Y/N froze, “Just a friend.” She said it so quickly that Harry knew she was hiding something. 

“Just a friend?” Harry questioned. 

She sighed, “Okay, Zoya tried to set us up and we went on a date, but that’s all. I turned him down.” 

Harry felt a little joy in her statement, even though he was annoyed that she had gone on a date with another guy, she had turned him down and he hoped it was because she still had feelings for him. 

“Oh, well you can just text them that you ran into an old friend and caught a ride home with them.” Harry said. Y/N nodded and pulled her phone out and sent a text to their group chat before slipping her phone back into her small purse. The pair made it to the backdoor and pushed it open to see the bouncer leaning against the wall. 

His eyes lit up when he saw Harry, “Thanks for the tip man.” 

Harry gave him a small smile, “Yeah of course, thanks for letting me in, I appreciate it. Have a good night.” 

The bouncer nodded and bid him goodnight before Harry led Y/N to his car. He helped her before getting in himself. He started the engine and reversed out of his spot and sped off. Y/N looked out the window for a few minutes, but then her attention turned to Harry, “Why did you come?” 

Harry glanced at her before looking back to the road, “I wasn’t gonna leave you alone, sad, and wasted.” 

“Well it’s your fault you know.” Y/N grumbled. 

“Oh yeah, you mentioned that a few times now.” Harry said. 

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, well if only you hadn’t asked me to be your girlfriend again.” 

“Well you turned me down, so if anyone should be sad and getting wasted, it should be me.” Harry pointed out. 

“Well I wanted to say yes, but I had to be logical.” Y/N said.

Harry looked over to her once again with confusion, “You still want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, I told you, I never stopped loving you.” Y/N told him. 

“Y/N, please, listen to me. We can figure out the rest, just trust me on this, I’ll make sure we don’t break up again. I believe in us.” Harry said, speeding up a little, he was trying his best to get back home as quickly as he could. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have in the car. 

“I just don’t want to lose you again though.” Y/N whimpered, her voice quivering a bit. 

“You won’t. I promise you won’t ever lose me.” Harry assured her. 

Y/N definitely wasn’t in the right state to talk about this and she was starting to feel her eyes get heavy, “Can we just talk about this tomorrow, I’m tired.”

“Yeah, yeah, we can talk about it tomorrow.” Harry said. It wasn’t much later that sleep overtook her and Harry glanced over to the sleeping girl, he wasn’t going to leave her alone like this, and he didn’t have a way to get into her condo, so he decided to take her to his place. 

He pulled into his garage and got out quickly and gently carried Y/N into the house. He carried her to the guest room and delicately placed her on the bed, he took her shoes off and set her phone on the night table to charge. He made sure she looked comfortable before turning the light off and slipping out of the room. 

He walked into his room and changed out of the sweats he was wearing to some shorts and a thin shirt. He pulled out his phone and sent Jeff an SOS text, not expecting a response until the morning, but surprisingly Jeff was still awake and called as soon as he saw the SOS message, “What’s wrong?” 

“Y/N drunk called me and I picked her up and now she’s in the guest room sleeping.” Harry rambled out. 

Jeff sighed, “H.”

“I know, I know, but she called me and then in the car drive back she said she still wants to be with me.” Harry told his friend. 

“She’s drunk.” Jeff reminded him. 

“I know, she said we can talk about it in the morning.” Harry said. 

Jeff sighed, “Please, for the sake of all involved, be smart about this, I don’t want either of you to get heartbroken again.”

“Trust me, I refuse to let that happen again.” Harry reassured him.

“Whatever you say H.” Jeff mumbled before hanging up. 

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#harry #Harry Styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x desi reader #harry x you #harry x reader #hs #hs fanfic #hs fanfiction #hs fic #exes to lovers #this love series

[heroesspirit]

FANFICTION MASTER POST

You can find me on AO3 at meatjuice. My fics are all available under the readmore cut.

LONG FICS

Brothers in Blood and Spirit: (5/?) POVs: Eras, Legend, Wind.

Summary: Every hero has their weakness. For the captain, it’s his brothers. He will do anything to protect his brothers of the present, just as he did with his brother in the past. (Note: a good look into Eras’ past, this is an au where everything is the same except he has a little brother.)

The Nebula Brigade: (9/?) POVs: Twilight, Eras, Time.

Summary: The Hyrule Empire has reigned supreme for decades, gradually taking over countless planets in the solar system. The only thing standing between the Empire and complete control over the galaxy is a band of rebels. One exiled rebel encounters an Empire soldier and decides to spare his life, and he soon discovers the soldier may play a key role in bringing the Empire down. Despite all odds against them, they work together to bring peace back to the galaxy. (Note: Space au!)

Raise the Red Sails: (1/?) POVs: Spirit, Ravio, Twilight, Eras.

Summary: Hyrule has sent the Royal Navy after mysterious artifacts to uncover the location of the Triforce. Only with this power will they be able to put an end to the evils plaguing their land. The only thing that stands in their way is a band of pirates who seek the same goal of obtaining the Triforce for themselves. Only one group will emerge victorious. Or so they assume. (Note: I watched Our Flag Means Death and naturally had to make a pirate au.)

ONE SHOTS

Snow Day Off: (1143 words) POV: Four

Summary: Link experiences his first time making a snowman. (Note: for the HS Server’s December 2023 prompt ‘Snowed in’.

Fall From Grace: (1535 words) POV: Eras

Summary: Long hair is the sign of a fierce and skilled knight. To have one’s hair cut off by an opponent is the ultimate sign of defeat. To have one cut off their own hair is the ultimate sign of shame. (Notes: canon scene five years prior to the start of HS)

Lost Loftwing: (2207 words) POV: Sky

“Stand down,” Sky ordered with what little authority he could muster. He wasn’t used to that tone, he wasn’t fond of ordering people around. He was even less fond of people trying to kidnap and hurt his loftwing.

ONE SHOTS, BUT YEEHAW

It’s a Date: (919 words) POV: Eras

Summary: A sparring session turns into an admitting your feelings session.

A Horse by Any Other Name: (1531 words) POV: Eras

Summary: Sometimes the bond between a man and his borrowed horse can be so personal.

Dreams and Fireside Chats: (1788 words) POV: Eras

Summary: Link has an unpleasant dream and finds comfort in the kindness of those he's close to.

Bathhouse Boy Best Friends: (1629 words) POV: Twilight

Summary: Two bros, chillin' in a hot tub, five feet apart cause they might be gay??

The Wingman: (2555 words) POV: Sky

Summary: Sky copes with being touch starved naturally by trying to play matchmaker for his companions.

MISCELLANEOUS

At Ease, Captain: (7058 words) POV: HW Link

Summary: Link projects his problems onto his companions, specifically their Champion, but he's definitely okay and fine and not sleep-deprived. (Note: I wrote this at the same time I was creating HS! It’s also around the time when I first read LU. So this was written with neither in mind, but you can really see the prototypes of my versions peeking through in this one.)

The Captain’s Log: (2161 words) POV: LU Warriors

Summary: He dipped his pen in the inkwell and brought it to the paper, he frowned when he pressed too hard and made a large spot on the page. Link would never consider himself an artist, but he prided himself in his penmanship. During the war there was no time for fancy scripts and long words, his fellow captains were lucky if they got more than three lines of cucco scratch. Calligraphy was something he picked up later, he loved the way words flowed on paper. But now, his hands betrayed him. OR: One of those Warriors and Legend journal fics you always hear about but not really.

#zelda au #hs fic #going to add this post to the archive as well #im not sure if i will be adding fics as posts in the future or if ill just silently add them to this post #i would love opinions on this actually #i have been lowkey super nervous to post my fics here but i was finally brave!

[benwvatt]

i'm cold-blooded, love

heartstopper vampire AU has been completed!

It's 1790, and Charlie and his partner are living in Italy, madly in love. Charlie's an immortal vampire and his partner isn't, so he passed away after a long life.

It's January 2024. Charlie's living in England, and through a strange coincidence, he stumbles across a very... familiar restaurant server.

It's his partner, reincarnated. Meet Nick.

“Please,” Charlie would spill forth. “Please.” If he were to die that night, he could die in his lover’s grasp. They couldn’t possibly be buried together, but it would be enough, more than fucking enough, to fall from the earth and sink into a cursed purgatory if he were in his lover's arms. “Your grace?” Nick would ask. There was that glint in his eye again. “Indeed,” Charlie would murmur, his voice hush, every syllable soft like silver rain. “That’s what I’ll call you from this moment forward. It’ll be your name, if you decide.” “If?” “Is there a reason you’re fooling with me?” “If, huh?” And if Charlie could have bottled the sound of Nick's laugh and gotten drunk on it each night, he would’ve died a happy man. Instead, he’s… he’s, well, a right mess, a twitterpated bundle of nerves who somehow lived long enough to witness the twenty-first century.

Available to read on AO3 here!

#heartstopper #nick x charlie #narlie #charlie spring #nick nelson #hs fic #nelspring #charlie x nick #hs fanfic #benwvatt #vampire

[carmen-in-space]

When you're ten, you have a near death experience. You stumble while sparring with Bro and nearly fall of the roof of your apartment complex. You'd managed to stay on the roof, but it was so close to death that you're terrified. Bro hadn't reached for you. He'd just stared. or, Dave's obsession with death, and his tendency to hold funerals

New homestuck fic!!! a 2,4k character study of Dave and his thoughts about death :)

#genuinely so proud of it despite how quickly i threw it together #also it's a bit. heavy. so mind the tags!!!! #carmen posts #homestuck #dave strider #homestuck fanfic #dave strider fanfic #homestuck fic #hs fic #hs fanfic #dave strider fic

[atlafan]

Everything Will Be Alright - One Shot

a/n: hiiiiii I’m posting this here (don’t make me regret it for the love of god reblog it)

Summary: Nikki gets told to see a neurologist for something that should have been a simple, routine eye exam. Harry is the neurologist that she ends up seeing.

Warnings: neurological tingz, fluff, and smut

Words: 7.8K

“Just to be on the safe side, I think you should get an MRI so we can rule out a brain tumor.”

Nikki blacked out after that. Too many big words were being thrown at her by her eye doctor. She couldn’t comprehend anything. She didn’t know what questions to ask. He was showing her pictures of the backs of her eyes from this visit compared to last year’s. Something about her veins being swollen? Something looking blurrier? Her doctor asks her if she gets headaches. Who the fuck doesn’t get headaches? Who the fuck doesn’t get eye strain from looking at screens all day?

“We’ll send the referral over, then the hospital will call you to set up the MRI.”

She just nods. She gets up and leaves, and continues on autopilot until she gets back home. She was supposed to go to work after her appointment. That’s not happening now. No, now she’s near convulsing as she cries into the pillow on her bed. Her dog is cuddled up next to her to help soothe her, but nothing can comfort her at this moment.

//

Four Months Later

Insurance companies, referrals, PCP’s…it’s such a flawed system. The hospital didn’t get the paperwork from the eye doctor. It was two months of back and forth, and then they couldn’t get her an appointment for a consult until two months after that. A consult. Not even the MRI itself! She figured it must not be an emergency if her eye doctor didn’t demand she get the MRI right away.

Today is finally the day of her consult. She’s to see a neurologist, and they’ll assess whether she needs an MRI or not. She checks in with the neurology receptionist at the hospital. It isn’t long before a nurse calls her in. Her vitals are taken, and she answers a few questions.

Then she’s alone in the exam room. Her leg bounces with anxiety as she waits for the doctor.

Ten minutes later, there’s a light knock on the door.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to keep you waiting. I’m Dr. Styles, I’m one of the residents here.” He reaches out to shake Nikki’s hand before sitting down. “I’m a third-year resident, hoping to be an attending here next year, so I promise you’re in good hands. If you’d feel more comfortable having the attending doctor in, I can go get him.” He opens his laptop and looks up Nikki’s record. “Right, so why are you here?”

She opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. It’s like the last four months have been a dam, and this doctor just broke it. She bursts into tears, and covers her face with her hands.

“Oh, god.” Dr. Styles frowns, and places a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Hey, take a deep breath, yeah? It’s gonna be okay.”

“I’m sorry.” She sniffles and shakes her head. She looks up at him. “I’ve just been so stressed about this for months.” She takes a deep breath. She sees his badge. His name is Harry. “I’m Nikki.”

“Hi, Nikki.” He smiles warmly. “I’d say you can call me Harry, but that’s not very professional. Can you try to tell me why you’re seeing me today?”

“My eye doctor told me I needed an MRI.”

“Alright, and how did that go?”

“I haven’t had it yet! I was told I had to come see a neurologist for a consult!”

Harry takes in the information, and looks at Nikki’s record.

“There’s…nothing in your files about needing an MRI.”

“Oh my god, I’m going to kill my eye doctor.” She sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of her nose.

“What did he tell you, exactly?”

“I have no idea. I zoned out after he said brain tumor at eight o’clock in the morning.” She rolls her eyes. “He said something about the backs of my eyes looking blurry? About…something being swollen?”

“Okay, I’m going to run a few tests, and look at a few things. Some of it is going to involve me examining different parts of your body. Is it okay to touch your arms and legs?”

“Sure.” She nods.

“Alright, I’m going to ask you some silly questions.”

Harry asks Nikki what her name is, what year it is, then asks her to name the days of the week in order, and backwards. He checks her reflexes, has her pull and push against him with her hands and feet. He has her follow his finger with just her eyes.

“You’re doing really well so far, Nikki.” He tells her. “Would you mind taking your sandals off? I want to check the bottoms of your feet.”

She does so, and swallows hard as his large hand grips her foot. Now, Nikki doesn’t have a thing for people touching her feet, but something about the way he’s holding her so firmly and gently at the same time is making her sweat. It also doesn’t help that Harry is tall and very handsome. Oh, and he’s British. She feels like she’s in a dream.

“Very good. Okay, hop up on the exam table for me. I’m going to turn the lights off and look at the backs of your eyes.”

Nikki does as he says, and waits for him to shut the lights off. He shines a flashlight in her left eye first. He gets so close to her, resting a hand on her shoulder. He checks the other eye, then turns the lights back on.

“Okay, so what I think is going on here is called intercranial hypertension.”

Nikki gets off the exam table and sits back down in the chair.

“Yeah, let’s pretend I have no idea what that means.”

This makes Harry laugh. She’s a funny one. “Basically, there’re these veins in the backs of your eyes, and there’s some pressure on them. Since you don’t have any symptoms of MS, or anything else, it’s just sort of a thing that’s common in young women. Has your vision gotten worse? Any really bad headaches?”

“I have tension headaches once every few months, but I work a desk job so I’m looking at screens all day. So I get the occasional headache, and the occasional eye strain. But I’ve never lost my vision or anything like that.”

“Dizziness?”

“No.”

“Nausea?”

“No.”

Harry nods and makes a few notes on his computer.  

“Do you get headaches from laying down?”

“No, they usually go away if I lay down.”

“And your vision hasn’t gotten worse?”

“If anything it’s gotten better since I started wearing glasses last year.”

Harry can’t help but chuckle to himself again. This is exhausting, even for him. This poor woman has been put through all of this worry and stress.

“And I suppose having stress from thinking you may have a brain tumor probably hasn’t helped.” He smirks.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, Nikki, I can honestly say I don’t think you need an MRI. In fact, that’s not even how we would treat or look into this condition.”

“Oh?”

“We would do a spinal tap to really get in there. At this moment in time, I don’t see any reason why I would need to put a needle in your spine.”

“Oh…my god.” She starts sniffling again. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be such a baby.” She tries to catch her breath. “I’ve been dealing with this all by myself for months. Is there anything I can do to not have hypertension in my eyes?”

“Unfortunately, no. We’ll want to keep an eye on things. I’m so sorry you’ve had to deal with this. I plan to give your eye doctor a call to get to the bottom of why exactly he thought an MRI was a way to go. But remember, eye doctors only know so much. He was probably just being overly cautious.”

“I just wish he had explained things differently.” She wipes underneath her eyes and looks at Harry. “Thank you for being so nice.”

“No need to thank me.” He smiles softly. “Your feelings are valid, I’d be stressed too. Even though there’s nothing to really do, I hope this brings some relief to you. I really think you’re going to be fine. You know what symptoms to look out for now, so if anything happens give us a call.”

“So…that’s it?”

“That’s it. I’ll upload all my notes to the portal, so if you want to look back at anything later you can. You don’t even need to check out with the front desk. If you don’t have any questions for me, you’re free to go.”

“Thank you, Dr. Styles.” Nikki sighs and stands up. Harry stands up as well, and shakes her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

“Take care of yourself, Nikki. Hopefully you won’t have to come see me again.”

She wants to tell him she wouldn’t mind seeing him again, but that would be way out of line. She doesn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable. So, she just smiles, and leaves the exam room. He probably he sees dozens of patients a day. He’ll forget about her easily, but at least she can think of him fondly from time to time.

//

One Month Later

Harry thinks about Nikki often. Usually, he can let go of his patients, especially when he’s only needed to meet with them once. But he can’t get the image of this woman crying in his office due to pure exhaustion and fear out of his mind. He’s had to diagnose some pretty horrible shit. He’s had to perform spinal taps. He’s had to be the one to deliver awful news to families. Nikki’s situation shouldn’t be eating at him like this, but it has.

The first thing he did, after conferring with the attending neurologist at the hospital, was call Nikki’s eye doctor. Normally, Harry would give someone the benefit of the doubt, but he went off on this guy. There were barely any notes in Nikki’s file about the initial visit with the eye doctor.

“How in the ever living fuck was she supposed to articulate what you said to her?! The woman was in shock!”

He eventually calmed down, and the chat ended up being reasonable, but he was still really annoyed. How often does this happen? To tell a woman she might have a brain tumor and then not fight to get her into seeing a specialist stat? Yeah, that’s what Harry’s the most pissed off about. It shouldn’t have taken four months for Nikki to have gotten an appointment to see him.

Harry did his job. He wrote out a copious amount of notes, easy enough for Nikki to understand on her end, and sent the message along. He hoped it brought her more comfort. And when she said she had been dealing with this by herself? He was nearly sick over it. His heart broke for the girl.

He wanted to look her up, just to check on her, but that would be extremely unethical. And he’s pretty sure it’s against the law? Who can remember? He just knows he’s not going to risk his career for something so silly.

However, when he happens to be walking by a little bistro and sees Nikki waiting on a table by the window…

He had half a mind to walk in, but he thought of how creepy that would make him look. She would think he was stalking her, right? That’s not the move. It needs to be more casual. Now he’s standing out here overthinking it. He walks away. She seems fine. The smile on her face shows that perfectly well. She’s fine.

//

Two Months Later

It’s going to be a late night for Nikki. A table of ten just got sat in her section, and it looks to be like a special occasion. At least she knows she’ll get a good tip. A party that large automatically gets charge a 20% gratuity to their bill. One of the runners dropped off water and bread to the table already, so she just needs to start with drink orders and go from there. Easy.

“Hi, everyone, my name’s Nikki, I’ll be your server this evening.” She smiles at everyone. Her eyes scan around the various faces. One face catches her eyes after hearing the sound of choking. Harry. He’s coughing from sipping his water the wrong way. Her eyes widen as she looks at him. “Can I get you started with some drinks?”

“Yes!” One of the men at the table says cheerfully. “We’d like three bottles of red, and three bottles of white for the table, please.”

“You got it. I’ll be right back with those.”

Harry takes another gulp of his water. He was really hoping Nikki wasn’t working tonight. They’re here to celebrate a friend’s birthday. He couldn’t exactly protest on going. When Nikki gets back to the table, she lists off the specials, then starts taking orders.

“And for you, sir?” She asks Harry.

“I’ll just…I’ll have that salmon you mentioned…thanks.”

Nikki nods, and moves on to the next person. Harry looks around and notices that this is Nikki’s only table. After all the orders are taken, Harry excuses himself to go to the bathroom. Only he doesn’t go to the bathroom. He makes his way over to the back of the restaurant, where the POS systems are, and finds Nikki.

“Nikki?”

“Dr. Styles!” She gasps. “Did you need something else?”

“No, I just wanted to talk to you.” He rubs the back of his neck. She has him follow her out the back door so they can speak privately outside. “How have you been?”

“Fine.” She swallows. “Did you know I worked here?”

“No. Well, yes, but I didn’t tell my friends to come here tonight. I…I’ve wanted to reach out.”

“I found a new eye doctor.”

“Good.”

“I heard that you yelled at mine for scaring me.”

“Couldn’t help it.” They look at each other for a moment. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-six. You?”

“Thirty.”

“What’s the occasion for your party?”

“It’s a friend’s birthday.”

“And the woman sitting next to you…?”

“One of my friends. We’re all just friends.”

“I…I’ll be done here around eleven.” She chews on her bottom lip. “If I’m misreading this, though…feel free to let me know.”

“You’re not. I don’t really know why, but you really tugged at my heartstrings that day. I think about you a lot.”

“Then why haven’t you reached out?”

“Because it’s unethical…immoral. You’re a patient of mine.”

“You saw me once for a neurology appointment. It’s not like you’re my psychologist.” She rolls her eyes.

“Alright, I’ll wait for you until your shift ends, and then what?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugs. “Do you have a car?”

“Yeah.”

“We can go for a drive. I need to get back inside now. I have some other tables to cash out.”

They both go back inside, and Harry makes his way over to his table. Luckily, none of his friends ask what took him so long. The entire night, Harry steals glances of Nikki. After dinner, various people leave at different times. A few ask Harry what he’s up to, but he explains that he’s meeting a friend for a drink soon.

He waits patiently for Nikki. It warms her heart a little that he’s thought about her. When she heard he yelled at her eye doctor on her behalf…well…she’s not proud to admit it, but she had a fun night with her vibrator.

“I’m ready.” She says as she comes up to him.

“Great, I’m parked right out on the street. Are you hungry or anything? We could stop so you can eat.”

“I’m not, but thank you. I had dinner at the beginning of my shift.”

Harry leads Nikki out to his car, and opens her door for her. They sit in their seats for a moment. It’s sort of awkward.

“Sorry, I’m not sure where I should drive to.” He laughs nervously.

“We could go to the park. It’s a nice night to just sit there.”

“Okay, yeah.” He nods, and puts the car in drive.

They pull up to a nice spot. It really is a nice spot. The moon is reflecting beautifully in the pond nearby. Harry turns on some music, but keeps the volume quiet. They both unbuckle their seatbelts, and take a deep breath.

“This is awkward, right?” He asks her.

“A little.” She smiles nervously. “But I’m glad I’m here. I…sort of wanted to hit on you when I saw you last, but I knew it would be inappropriate.”

“You did?” His eyebrows raise.

“Yeah! I mean, I’m attracted to you physically. But on top of that you were so sweet and understanding, and you made me feel safe and comfortable. I know you were just doing your job, but you really helped put my mind at ease.”

“I’m happy to hear that. I was worried about you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s like…like I’ve had to look at people and give them really bad news, and I’m able to sort of leave all that at work, but…you really stuck with me for some reason.” His cheeks blush ever so slightly.

“So…this is a mutual reaction? As much as I love making friends…”

“I’d like us to be friends, don’t get me wrong.” He places a hand over hers. “But…maybe we could get to a place where we’re a little more?”

“I’d like that.” She smiles. “Do you get busy a lot at work?”

“Sometimes.” He nods. “I’m not a surgeon, so at least I’m not getting pulled into stuff like that. I do a lot of research so I can properly diagnose people. I work with a lot of people who have MS, people who have seizures, stuff like that. It’s the brain and the spinal cord, not just eye stuff.”

“Makes sense.” Nikki nods. “Did you know you always wanted to me a neurologist when you were younger?”

“Yes and no. I was really interested in psychology, but as a science. So, in undergrad I minored in psychology, but I majored in biochem. Then I went to medical school, and specialized in neurology. I’ve been a doctor for four years now. It’s been a long journey, but I’m really happy with it.”

“That’s incredible.”

“How long have you been a waitress for?”

“A while! I’ve been at this place for three years now, so they’re really good to me. I was working at a drug store for a bit, but I wasn’t getting paid enough, you know? So I started working at really nice restaurants. I get amazing tips at this place.”

“Did you go to school or anything?”

“I did.” She nods. “But I didn’t finish. It wasn’t really for me.”

“That’s good you figured that out. I had friends in med school that figured it out a little too late.”

“I got good grades, I just didn’t love it. I didn’t have these crazy aspirations. I sort of like living simply and modestly. I have a two year old dog at home, he’s the best.”

“Yeah? What’s his name?”

“Freddie.” She grins. “Do you want to see a picture?”

“I’d love to.”

Harry leans in so he can look at Nikki’s phone. He smiles from ear to ear as he looks at the pictures.

“He’s adorable.”

“Thank you.” Nikki sets her phone down, then looks at him. “Should we…do you wanna get into the backseat?”

“For what?”

“So we can get more comfortable.”

“For what?” He tilts his head to the side with confusion.

“I just thought if we ended up kissing or something it would be easier if we were in the back.”

“Oh!” His cheeks redden more. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Is this still because I came to see you one time, two months ago as a patient?”

“No…I just prefer to take these things slowly. I don’t do this often, and I’m really cautious when I do. Maybe I could get your number? We can plan an actual date or something.”

“So…so you’re not going to fuck me tonight?”

“God, no.” He shakes his head. “I’m not that kind of guy.”

“I wasn’t saying you were, I hope you’re not offended. I just thought that you wanted to fuck me from the way you kept looking at me all night.”

“How was I looking at you?”

“Like you were hungry for something other than food.”

His hand on hers squeezes. He’s saying something without saying it. She just can’t figure out what exactly. Since it’s late, they agree he should drive her home. Nikki lives in a cute, little apartment building. They sit there, idle.

“Can I have your number?” He asks her.

“Yes.” She nods and hands him her phone.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asks as he puts his contact information in.

“No.”

“Me neither.” He hands the phone back to her. “I texted myself.”

“Can I ask…why are you single?”

“I don’t date much.” He shrugs. “It can be hard to meet people sometimes. Believe it or not, I can be a little shy.” He turns slightly to look at her. “Why are you single?”

“Been focusing on myself for a while.” She turns slightly to look at him easier. “Maybe something was telling me to hold out for my very cute neurologist.”

Harry smiles at her, and takes her hand in his, rubbing his thumb along her knuckles. He’s so tender, and it’s really doing it for her. She leans in, and lets her eyes flutter closed. Harry panics for a moment. Is he ready to kiss her? This is all happening a little too fast. Before he can say anything, he feels her lips on his cheek, near the corner of his mouth. She rests her forehead against his and sighs softly.

“Would you kiss me?” She asks gently.

“Yes.”

His lips fit between hers. It’s a nice kiss. A really nice kiss. Harry brings his hands up to cup Nikki’s cheeks, sliding his finger back to her hair. She leans in closer to him, and tugs on the front of his shirt. She wishes they were in the backseat of his car right now. She licks experimentally along his bottom lip, and he opens up for her. She moans softly once her tongue is inside his mouth, molding against his own.

Before Harry can ask her what she’s doing, Nikki is climbing across the console to sit in Harry’s lap. She’s straddling him. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, and she’s kissing him like the air in his body is the only thing keeping her alive. His hands squeeze at her hips, and he involuntarily rolls his hips upwards. She moans into his mouth as she feels him getting hard against her. Her hands slide down his chest and grab onto his belt.

“Do you wanna come up?” She asks as she puffs for air. “We could continue this more comfortably on my couch, or on my bed. I’m fine with either.”

“I…” Harry’s heart is pounding. “I’ll walk you to your door. Um…I shouldn’t come up though.”

“Oh.” She frowns slightly.

“It’s not because I don’t want to! You’re so…” He runs his thumb along her bottom lip. “I think I could really like you, so I don’t want to prematurely screw up by moving too fast. I’m not…I’m not a fuck a girl on the first date kind of guy. I don’t really do the friends with benefits thing. If I date someone, then I’m dating them, you know?”

“Oh, Harry.” She smiles and kisses him again. “You get sweeter by the second. We can take this slowly, I don’t mind. I think I just got a little excited in the heat of the moment.” She rocks against him. “You’re hard, so I thought-“

“Of course I’m hard. I’ve got a very pretty girl sitting on me.” He furrows his brows. “Should I have tried to hide it? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“Not uncomfortable at all.” She grins. “Well, you have my number, use it when you want to see me next.” She climbs off of him and gets out of his car. Harry walks her up to his door. “Well, goodnight.”

“Night. When do you work next?”

“Tomorrow night. I try to work nights on weekends since it’s busier. I get more tips that way. I’m off on Sunday, though.”

“Maybe we could get together Sunday, then? We could go for a walk in the park instead of just being parked by it.”

“That sounds nice.” She smiles and kisses his cheek. “Sunday it is.”

//

Well, Harry’s officially freaking out. He took a really long shower this morning. Got nervous. Then did some manscaping, and accidentally nicked his balls. He just wanted to be freshly groomed! This is a disaster. He likes the way his happy trail looks, so he keeps that the way it is. He has no idea if he’s going to be naked or not later, but he wanted to be prepared. No matter what, he’s always prepared.  

The decided on meeting at the park for a picnic. Nikki said she’d bring the food if Harry would bring drinks and a blanket for them to sit on. He gets there before her so can get a spot by a tree that has good shade. She finds him just as he’s placing the blanket down on the ground.

“Hey.” She smiles, and he turns to look at her with a smile of his own.

“Hi.” He leans in and kisses her cheek. “I had a little fun and got us sparkling white grape juice.”

“That is fun, thank you.” She sets the cooler with food in it down, and then they both sit. “You picked a great spot.”

“Thanks.”

They eat and chat and giggle and have a nice time. Eventually, Nikki finds herself straddling Harry so they can kiss each other. He’s a little nervous doing this in such a public space, but other people are probably doing the same, and it’s not like they’re being vulgar about it.

“I really like kissing you.” She tells him. “Your lips are so soft.” She starts sucking on Harry’s bottom lip, ripping a moan through his throat.

“We should stop.” He tells her. “I’m getting kind of flustered, and we’re in public…”

“Oh! Sorry.” She quickly gets off of him. “Do you always get so, um, worked up from kissing? It’s kind of cute, and an ego boost for me, but if there’s something different you’d prefer-“

“No, it’s not that. I’m just sensitive, that’s all. And since I don’t do this often, I don’t really have a tolerance.”

“Right.” She nods. “When was the last time you were in a relationship?”

“Like a serious one?” Nikki nods yes at that. “High school.”

“Wow…”

“What about you?”

“Two years ago. Did you not date in college?”

“My girlfriend and I broke up during our freshman year of college, and I didn’t want to hook up with random people. I was really focused on my studies. Same for when I was in med school.”

“And now?”

“Been busy with work stuff. Dating…dating sort of terrifies me, Nikki. I know I came across as calm and suave in the exam room, but I’m a little socially awkward when it comes to non-neurological things.”

Nikki pouts affectionately at Harry. He just got a million times cuter. She cups his jaw and leans in to kiss him. He kisses her back, letting out a relaxed sigh as her lips take over his.

“I have Wednesday off this week.” He blurts out. “Do you have to work?”

“Only in the afternoon for lunch.”

“Maybe I could come by and meet your dog?”

“I’d love that!” She beams. “Freddie’s gonna love you, I just know it.”

And so, on Wednesday, in the early evening, Harry comes over with pizza. Freddie does like Harry right away, but who wouldn’t. Harry likes Nikki’s apartment. It’s a spacious one-bedroom. Before long, she ends up laying on top of him on her couch. They’re kissing, and since they’re lying, she has a bit more room to grind down on him. He’s hard, but this time he’s not making moves to stop her or tell her to slow down. He’s doing his best to keep up and move his hips along with hers.

It’s when her lips leave his that makes him nervous. She starts kissing on his jaw and neck. Her fingers tangle and twirl in his hair as she gently sucks on his skin. She knows not to leave a nasty mark, but a little one should be fine. Besides that, she’s entranced by him. She’s having fun just kissing and grinding. She’s moaning into his neck every time he rolls his hips up to hers. She likes feeling how hard he is against her. She can feel how wet she is. She’s probably soaked at this point since they’ve been going at it for at least an hour.

“Harry?” She asks, sitting up a little. “Do you maybe feel like doing a little more?”

“More what? Do you want me to kiss on your neck too?”

“Well, yeah, that would feel really good, but-“ He moves her so she’s on her back, and he’s the one laying on top of her. “You can leave all the marks you want, I won’t mind.”

Harry kisses and licks and sucks on Nikki’s neck and collarbone while she wraps her legs around his waist. She needs more friction. She moves against him a little faster, and he’s moving right along with her until all of a sudden he stops and sits up.

“Sorry, I just need a second.” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Felt like I was going to…to lose it.”

“It would have been okay if you had. I would have cleaned you up.” She bats her lashes as she sits up and tugs on the front of his shirt. “Or you could let me take care of you with my mouth so there’s no mess at all.”

“Oh, I…I’d like that, but…I don’t think now is a good time.”

“Alright.” She can respect that. She’s annoyed, but she can respect that. “I guess I’m just a little revved up. You’ve got me really hot.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She lays back down and spreads her legs. “Do you wanna feel?”

“Yes.” He nods, but makes no move to touch her.

“Okay…go ahead.”

“I can’t.”

“Does it still feel too soon?” She asks as she props herself up on her elbows.

“Um…yeah, a little. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be!” She shoots up and hugs him. “Like I said, I’m just a little revved up. I don’t really know why I’m rushing this. We’ve barely been going out a week.”

“It’s okay, it’s nice to feel wanted. I want you to feel wanted to, so believe me when I tell you, I want you. I just don’t…I’m not…I think our clothes should stay on, and I don’t think we should touch below the belt yet. I don’t mind the grinding and stuff, but anything more than that is too much for me, I think.”

“Harry, thank you so much for being so open about your boundaries with me. It means a lot. Kissing you is great, I’m okay if that’s all we do for now.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Can we…can we go back to kissing now?”

“Yeah.” He nods and lowers himself back on top of her. He licks into her mouth and they both moan. It’s so good.

//

A Month A Half Later

“Wait, so you and this guy have been seeing each other for over a month, and he hasn’t even so much has tried to take your shirt off?”

Nikki’s talking with one of her co-workers at the restaurant while the fold napkins for tables.

“All we do is make out. I’m not complaining because he’s a really good kisser, but he stops us any time he gets close to coming in his pants. I offer to take care of him, but he keeps telling me it’s not the right time or that he can’t. And when I ask him if he wants to touch me, he says yes but doesn’t. I don’t want to pressure him, but I need a little more I think.”

“How are things otherwise?”

“Great! We always have a lot to talk about, but we also are able to have comfortable silences. Like we can just cuddle and watch TV. Freddie loves him. He’s even let Freddie come over to his places a couple of times. He bought a water dish for him! Like, I think we both see this going somewhere, but he’s being really timid.”

“Maybe his last breakup was bad.”

“He hasn’t been in a serious relationship since he was in high school, and he’s thirty.”

“Jesus.”

“And like everyone does everything in their own time, but that feels like a long time to not have been in a relationship, you know? And he says he doesn’t do hookups.”

“Do you think…maybe he doesn’t have a lot of physical experience, so maybe he’s just nervous?”

“Like…he’s never had sex before?”

“Maybe.”

“I don’t know.” Nikki blinks. “I never even thought of that. I’m not going to ask, that’s such a personal question.”

“If you need more physically from him though, you should tell him.”

“I don’t want him to feel pressured.”

“So say it in a non-pressuring way. All you’re doing is advocating for your love language, that’s all.”

Nikki takes in her friend’s words and mulls them over. She’s supposed to see Harry tonight after work. He’s coming over to watch a movie with her. He hasn’t spent the night yet, but since it’s Friday, maybe he will.

Nikki is fidgety as she sits with Harry on her couch. They’re cuddling, but she wants him all over her. She pulls him down to lay on top of her, and it makes him chuckle.

“Won’t I crush you like this?” He asks.

“Want you to crush me. Feels nice to have you on top of me.”

“You’re cute.” He pecks her lips. “I have a question I wanted to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“Would you…like…would you want to officially be my girlfriend? I want you to meet my friends and stuff.”

“Oh, Harry.” She pushes on his chest so they can both sit up. “I’d love to meet your friends. But girlfriend is really serious for two people who haven’t even slept together yet, you know? What if…what if we’re not all that compatible in that area?”

“Is sex that important?”

“It is to me. I’m really big on physical touch and affection. I’ve been okay taking this slowly with you, but at some point I’d really like it if we could start doing more. I mean, you haven’t even seen me without a shirt on.”

“I’ve never seen any woman with their shirt off. Well, that’s a lie, I have, just in a sexual way. When I was in medical school, I had to learn how to-“

“Harry.” She takes his hands in hers. “Focus, please. Can I ask you a personal question? There’ no judgement or anything, but are you nervous to do more with me because you’ve never done more with anyone?”

“It’s embarrassing.” He groans, letting his head fall forward.

“It’s not.” She cups his cheeks and lifts his head back up. “You can tell me, it’s okay.”

“I’ve never done more than what we’ve done.” He admits. “I felt like I was too young in high school. My girlfriend and I broke up because she was ready for more since we were in college, but I still hadn’t felt ready. Then…I got so focused on school, that getting into a relationship and having sex didn’t seem like a priority. And then before I knew it was in med school, and then I was a working doctor, and now I’m thirty and I’m still a virgin.”

“Slow down.” She shakes her head. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Yes it is. How can you not be judging me right now?”

“I’m in shock because you’re so beautiful, but I’m not judging. I didn’t have sex for the first time until I was twenty-two.”

“Had you done other things before?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, well, I haven’t. I’ve never let anyone do anything to me, and I’ve done anything to anyone else. And I…I’ve really wanted to be more intimate with you, but I’m afraid I’m not going to be any good. I have no idea how to do anything.”

“Do you ever touch yourself?”

“Well, yeah.” His cheeks redden. “Don’t you?”

“Mhm.” She smiles with nod. “Sometimes I even think about you when I do it.”

“I think about you too.”

“Okay, so we have a starting off point. Look, there’s no pressure on my end, okay? I really appreciate you being so honest and open with me. I know how scary this can be. You helped me through a really scary time in my life, so I can help you with this…if you want.” She leans in and kisses the tip of his nose. “And just for the record, I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

“Really?” He perks up.

“Really. I’d be an idiot to turn you down. Not only am I dating a doctor, but I’m dating a neurologist. My parent’s will be thrilled.”

“Ah, so that’s why you’re keeping me around.” He scoffs playfully.

“And because you’re a good kisser.” She jokes. “I could bite and suck on your lips all day.”

“You’re really okay with me being a virgin?”

“Virginity is a construct.” She shrugs a shoulder. “Obviously sex is a big deal, I’m not discounting that, but it doesn’t need to be the end all be all. Is there anything you’re dying to do?”

“I want to…I want to touch your breasts without any clothes covering them.”

“I can make that happen whenever you want, Harry.”

“Would now be okay?”

Nikki nods, and moves to straddle her new boyfriend. She lifts her arms up, and waits for him to take the hint to lift the shirt off of her. His eyes widen when he sees her bra. He sets her shirt down beside them. Nikki reaches behind herself to unclasp her bra, and the straps slowly slide down her shoulders.

“Oh, wow.” Harry says as he gazes at her chest. “Can I touch them?”

“Yes.” She giggles. “Do whatever you want. You suck on them, bite them whatever.”

“Do your nipples get sensitive?” He asks as he cups her breasts, running his thumbs over her nipples. “How should I go about it?”

“Kiss them like when you kiss my neck. I’ll tell you if you bite too hard.”

Harry nods and leans in, licking over one of her nipples. He watches as it pebbles, then licks it again. He starts sucking on it, only the nipple first, then taking more of her breast into his mouth. He looks up at her, pleading to know if she likes what he’s doing.

“Feels good, Harry.” She runs a hand through his hair.

He kisses along her chest until he’s at her other breast. He sucks and licks on her while his other hand gropes at her. She puts her hand over his, showing him how he should squeeze and move. She grunts and groans.

“You’re so hard.” Nikki whimpers, and rolls her hips down onto him. “Please, let me help you. Let me take care of it.”

“Can we just keep doing this? I’ll just…I feel really good, I don’t want to stop.”

“Do you want to just come in your pants? I can wash them for you after?”

Harry nods yes. With that, Nikki pushes him to lay on his back, and she starts grinding back and forth on his bulge. Harry continues groping and kissing on her breasts, moaning louder when as he feels himself getting closer. He sucks hard on one of her nipples, nipping at it, and Nikki gasps. She collapses down onto him, and moves faster on him. She’s getting just the right amount of friction from his jeans against her leggings.

“Fuck.” She grits her teeth.

“Nikki, I think I’m gonna come.”

“Me too.” She whimpers into his neck.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I make a mess?”

“Yes, I’m gonna make a mess too, it’s okay.”

They both lose it, riding it out the best they both can. Harry clings to Nikki. She moves to slot her mouth over his, soothing him.

“Feels all cold now.” He sighs.

“It’s good when it’s happening, but not after.” She chuckles. “If you want you can use my shower. I can give you a towel to hang out in while I wash your clothes. I can throw everything in with a load I need to do anyways.”

“That would be great, thank you.” They both sit up. “Do you think I could stay the night with you and Freddie tonight?”

“I was hoping you’d ask.” She beams.

“Maybe after I shower…we could lay on your bed and try some other things?”

“Only if you really want to, Harry. I’m fine if we leave it where we do for now.”

“I want to.”

“Then…let’s shower later.” She tugs him along to her bedroom, and they get onto the bed. She helps him take his pants off, but leaves his shirt and underwear on. She takes her leggings off, and leaves her panties on. She opens her legs so he can see. “I made a mess too. Soaked right through my panties because of you.”

“Holy shit.”

“You can touch…if you want.”

Harry reaches forward, but decides to just grip her inner thigh.

“How do you like to be touched, Nikki? I feel like on paper I know exactly what to do. I mean, I know the basic anatomy of a woman.”

“Would it be okay if I got fully naked?” Harry nods yes at that, and watches Nikki take her panties off.

“You’re so…pretty.” He says as he looks down at her. He moves and lays on top of her like he has tons of times. “Can already feel how warm you are.”

“Do you want to try to use your fingers?”

“Yeah.”

She takes one of his hands and sucks on his middle finger. He’s in awe of her. She sits up on her elbows when she’s done, and opens her legs.

“Rub your finger around first before putting it in.”

“Wait…shouldn’t I…do you want me to kiss it?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes.”

“Go for it.”

“How?”

“Just…kiss it like you would my mouth.”

Harry shifts down between her legs, and uses his thumbs to spread her apart. His tongue peaks out, and he licks over her. He does this a few times, then he really gets going. He keeps licking over her center. Before Nikki can tell him to move up a little, he does it on his own experimentally.

“Oh!” She gasps. “Right there, keep using your tongue there, that’s my clit.”

“I found it?” He beams. “Okay. Should I use my fingers now too?”

“Please.” She nods. Harry slips his middle finger inside of her, and goes back to licking over her clit. “Good, now, make a ‘come here’ motion with your finger.”

“Like this?”

“Yes, fuck.” Her head rolls back and she starts moving against him. “You can use a second finger.”

Harry listens and adds a second finger. He keeps doing what he’s doing with his mouth, sucking and licking over her clit. His fingers are inside of her knuckle deep, pressing against that spongey front wall. She squeezes around his fingers and arches her back.

“Does it feel good?” He asks her.

“Yes, please don’t stop. You’re doing amazing.” Her head thrashes from side to side until she’s coming around his fingers. “Holy fucking shit.” She breathes. “Not so scary, huh?”

“No.” He chuckles. “You taste really good, you know that?”

“Thanks.” She sits up and kisses him. “Can I taste you?”

“If…if you really want to, I think I’d like it.”

Harry rids himself of his clothes. He’s never been this naked for someone before. Nikki takes her time caressing his body, kissing him all over until she’s between his legs.

“You sure you’re ready?” She asks him.

“Yeah.” He nods. “I’m ready.”

Nikki wells up some spit in her hand before gripping Harry’s hard cock. She groans at how big and heavy it feels in her hand. She kisses his tip, then licks over his already leaking slit. She sucks on him while she carefully pumps the rest.

“Oh, wow…Nikki, your mouth.” Harry grits his teeth. “I…I don’t think I’m gonna last long. That feels…that feels so good.” Her other hand moves to cradle his balls, and his mouth falls open. He watches as her head moves up and down, how her tongue laves at him, how her hand fists him. It’s everything he’s ever wanted. “Please, can I come in your mouth? It’s okay if you don’t-“

Nikki takes Harry down her throat and chokes on him. He loses it there, spurting down her throat. She takes it all, greedily. She moans and she continues to suck on him. She pulls off of him slowly, and crawls up his body, kissing him. She cuddles him and praises him and shows him so much affection.

“So…what did you think of your first blow job?” She asks him.

“That was…otherworldly. My head is spinning.” He turns to look at her. “This is going to sound really fucked up, but I’m glad you had an overly cautious eye doctor. If you hadn’t been told to see a neurologist…we never would have met, and I don’t know…I can’t remember a time I’ve ever been this happy.”

“I’m really happy too. You’ve been so wonderful to me. I…I’m sorry if I was hesitant before about the girlfriend thing. I want to be your everything. Let’s see this through.”

“Don’t be sorry.” He assures her. “You had every right to be wary. I just know how I feel, and I want you.”

“I want you too.”

“I don’t know when I’ll be ready to go all the way, but…this was really nice tonight. Can we keep trying things here and there?”

“Of course.” She snuggles into his chest. “I think now that I know why you may have been holding back physically, I have a better understanding of everything. We’ll do more when you’re ready. If I feel like I really need a cock inside me, I can just use my dildo in the meantime, it’s not a big deal.”

“Do those feel good? I’ve always been so curious.”

“They do! I have to be in a particular mood to use it over a vibrator, but sometimes I really need the penetration to come.”

“Nikki?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go again, but in the shower? I think it would be nice to do what we just did in there.”

“Your cock’s not too sensitive?”

“It probably is, but I don’t care. I just wanna touch you again.”

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i'm thinking about doing a big blurb of my different harrys (young dad, professor, latina!reader, swiftie!reader, etc.) for the final show, so let me know if there's something you want to see in particular from my harry universe!

#the final show #hs fic

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Sun-Kissed I

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was utterly peaceful.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smooth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two weeks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you read?”

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

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

“No way!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

Touching him might be her new favorite pastime.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What would possess me to say that to Harry?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”

*

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

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

Cool :) I’m ready when you are.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Harry melted over her sweetness. “Perfect.”

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

Was it heavenly? Her message read.

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Holy shit, his voice. Oh my God.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Harry,” she croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She giggled. “Yeah?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

Fortunately, Harry broke first, before she fell asleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Please, love. That would be wonderful.

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Vivi - Jade/Karkat Fic

Prompt: Pet/Child Acquisition

Prompt from @yearoftheotpevent

Media: Homestuck

Genres: Post-sburb, established relationship, fluff, hurt comfort, quadrants, ship kid

Characters: Jade Harley, Karkat Vantas, Vivian Harley-Vantas (OC), various carapacians

Pairings: Jade <> Karkat

CW/TW - None!

Word Count: 2769

The room was cute, Karkat couldn’t deny that. It was a fairly large room, big enough to supply the kid for their whole life. He and Jade made a compromise on the style of the room, since she wanted a bright and colorful room, while he wanted something more muted. Not completely monochromatic, but not blinding him with neons. The walls were an off-black, almost pastel if black could be pastel. The floor had the same light hardwood floor that the rest of the house had, and there was a striped rainbow carpet draped over the majority of the floor. The rest of the nursery was a mixture of Jade’s rainbow accessories and Karkat’s white and gray furniture pieces. It all came together really nice, much to his surprise. Jade was currently hoving a few feet off of the ground, putting up string lights and rainbow triangle banners.

In the center of the room, there was a crib. It was the centerpiece of the room, really. Karkat walked over to it, and looked down into it, hand resting on the dark wood. He looked down into it, where his new child would sleep. The thought was overwhelming. On the bookshelves were books suited for the next three years of a child’s life. There were toys, most of them designed for sensory play or to keep a baby entertained while the parents tried to get some sleep. His heart began to race and his palms grew sweaty. To see it all, right in front of him, was making his anxiety spike.

“Jade?” He sputtered, his raspy voice breaking the silence. Her white ears twitched and she turned around, floating down and joining him next to the crib.

“What’s up?” She smiled at him, her bright green eyes looking into his red ones. She could tell almost immediately that he was nervous, and she reached a hand to touch his shoulder. “Are…you ok?”

Karkat put a hand to his forehead, eyes drifting back down to the crib. “I don’t know if I can do this Jade.”

“Karkat what are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about!” He shouted, gripping the air around his chest, as if trying to strangle it. “We’re having a baby Jade! A fucking baby!” A sharp inhale comes from him as he drags his hands down his face before crossing his arms. His hands grip onto his upper arms.

Suddenly, he’s face to face, head tilted up to look at Jade. He had to look up to be face to face with most people, but Jade was just so damn tall! “Karkat. Look at me.” She says, putting her hands on his shoulders.

“Looking.” He scoffs and Jade rolls her eyes in response.

“I know you’re nervous, Karkat. But I think everything is going to be just fine. We’ve prepared as much as we can!”

“Yes I know but-” He puts a hand to his forehead, “We can prepare as much as we want but actually raising a baby is different! I mean, I didn’t even really have parents-”

“I didn’t either!”

“Yes yes I know!” Karkat sighs, putting his head against Jade, “I just don’t want to fuck her up. We both know how shitty parents can be. I don’t want to be like that.”

Slowly, Jade puts her arms around him, taking a second to silently check if Karkat wanted to be held or not. He leaned into her, and she squeezed him. “The fact that you are so nervous about it tells me that you won’t. Plus, you’re kind of a goober Karkat!”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!” He sputters, pulling away from Jade, eyes pulled back into a glare.

“It means that you couldn’t hurt her even if you tried.”

“You really think that?” He asks, voice raspy.

“Of course I do! Don’t worry too much, it’s not like we’re picking her up today!” Jade laughs, poking out her tongue.

Then, her phone began to ring. With an audible groan, Karkat shoves his face into his hands. He took barely a glance at her phone before groaning even louder and leaning against the crib. Jade shushed him furiously, shoving his head lightly. On the phone was the number to the ectobiology lab. Both Jade and Karkat knew it wasn’t a call to inform them that something bad had happened to their daughter. They had visited the lab a few weeks ago to check her progress, considering it was the ninth month since the lab used their genetic material to make a child. Assuming nothing catastrophic happened, they would bring her home today. The mere thought of that made sweat drip down from Karkat’s forehead and palms.

With the phone by her ear, Jade speaks. “Hello?”

It was an agonizing couple of minutes. The voice coming from the phone was too quiet for Karkat to hear, and Jade barely said a word. Just nodding along. The call couldn’t have lasted more than five minutes, but Karkat felt like it lasted for a lifetime. Finally, the call was over, and the phone slid back into her pocket. She met his eyes, and they were sparkling.

“We can go pick her up, Karkat!” She shouts, grabbing his hand and pulling him out of the nursery. Only once they were in the hallway did she begin to slow down.

“WAIT!” Karkat yanks his hand away from Jade’s before grabbing her shoulders. “Oh my fucking god, Jade. Holy shit. What do you fucking mean?! We’re going to get her, right now? Like, right now right now? What did they say?!”

“Yes!! Right now right now! They said that she was ready. If we make her wait any longer, bad things could happen to her if we don’t.”

“God damnit.” Karkat sighs, pushing his hair back as he leans against the wall. He takes in a deep breath, “Let’s go fucking get her then.”

“Yes! Let’s!”

“Is the car seat set up? Or whatever is fucking needed to carry a baby in a car.”

“A car?”

Karkat turns around slowly, the most incredulous look Jade had ever seen on his face. “Yes, Jade. A car. What else would we fucking use?!”

There was a beat.

“Do not tell me that you were actually thinking about flying me over, and then flying me, and a NEWBORN FUCKING BABY back?!”

Jade shifts uncomfortably, a soft smile on her face. “Maybe?”

“NO.” Karkat grabs Jade’s hand and drags her through the house before entering the garage and slamming his fist onto the door button. Slowly, the garage opens. Karkat cringes as the lights enter the room, but he shakes it off. Before Jade could get a word in, Karkat grabs the car keys off of the nearby hanger and unlocks it, the car beeping in response. Jade watches intently as Karkat inspects the car seat in the back seat and smiles. Gosh, what a lucky moirail she was!

However, her smile fades as Karkat gets into the driver’s seat. She puts her hands on her hips, giving Karkat a scowl. In response, Karkat sticks his tongue out at her (how dare he!) and makes a dramatic showing of the passenger seat to his left. She sticks her tongue right back at him before sitting down in the passenger seat.

“I could’ve driven us!”

“Absolutely not.”

Jade sighs before dropping it. She wasn’t the worst driver, albeit not the best. If Karkat wanted to drive, then he could drive. Jade could see the anxiety-ridden sweat drip from his forehead and the tensing of his shoulders, and knuckles. He was still petrified. Even so, he drove just as cautiously as ever, paying attention to every pedestrian, every road sign. It was impressive, especially for a guy who had never driven a car in his life before arriving on Earth C. Neither said a word as Karkat drove through the human kingdom to the ectobiology lab. At the final red light, she put a hand on his thigh. Slowly, he stopped hyperventilating. He hadn’t even noticed his breaths beginning to increase.

Their eyes meet.

“It’s going to be ok.”

There was no response, just a subtle nod. Jade takes her hand off of him, putting it back in her lap. As Karkat drove, he made an effort to keep his breathing under control. It helped with his anxiety a little, to focus on something, anything other than the fact that he was going to pick up his kid.

Before Jade and Karkat even went to the lab to submit their genetic material, they had started to look at names. Of course, if their kid ever felt that their name didn’t suit them, Jade and Karkat would be more than supportive! However, they had to pick a name. They decided on Isaiah (or Izzy) as a more masculine name, and the name that they went for after their daughter’s gender was revealed, Vivian. Jade called her Vivi for short.

Vivian Harley-Vantas. A name for the ages, really.

No middle name was also decided, since Karkat felt like two last names was more than enough. Jade was alright with that as well. As the car slowly approached the laboratory, Jade found herself tracing Vivian’s name on the skirt she wore. Over and over again she wrote it into the fabric.

Admittedly, her excitement had begun to run short, and her own anxiety had hit her. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint what exactly. As Karkat pulls into the laboratory parking lot, her heart begins to race. Perhaps she was worried about the health of her kid? It was a big jump, going from a tube to the real world! Yeah, that had to be it!

A long exhale left Karkat as he put the car into park. He turns to Jade, his face strangely neutral, and his candy-red eyes oddly determined. She looks back at him, and cocks her head to the side. 

“Are you ready?”

The question surprises her at first.

Jade nods, although she isn’t too confident in her answer. Karkat can tell, but he makes the decision not to say anything. This is already hard enough as it is. Going into parenthood is a terrifying feeling. Maybe it was easier for people who didn’t have science babies? They would be in the hospital right as the baby was born, instead of having to walk in after. Who knows. Karkat takes Jade’s hand and they walk in.

Thank god they had been in this specific wing of the lab before and knew their way around. The panic of not knowing where their baby was might’ve killed Karkat on the spot. They enter the nearby elevator after checking in. Jade squeezes Karkat’s hand, not saying a word. He looks up at her, and he goes to speak, seeing the distant look in her eyes, but the elevator door opening cuts him short. They step out, and Karkat releases his hand from hers, wiping the sweat onto his gray jeans. Carapacians scurry about, talking on phones or getting to where they need to be. None of them seem to pay mind to the two of them. Jade towers over the majority of the carapaces, while Karkat struggles to push through them.

For the first time since that morning, Jade smiles. She puts a hand to her mouth, trying her hardest not to snicker as Karkat shoves his way through the carapaces. Eventually, he meets up with Jade in the waiting room where they had been previously to check up on Vivian’s progress. This particular sector of the lab was used solely for test tube babies and similar things.

“Yeah? You think it’s funny Jade? Does my suffering amuse you?!” There was a pause. Jade was wondering if she’d get a full fledged Karkat rant right there and then. However, he deflated. He just didn’t have it in him. Not at the moment.

“I’m sorry,” Jade whispers, half in a laugh. Karkat puts his head against her shoulder, his horns digging into her arm. But she doesn’t mind. They walk up to the front desk, and a short and stocky prospitian carapacian looks up at them. Their beady eyes widened in shock at the sight of two literal gods. With a shaking hand, they hand a pen to Karkat.

“We got a call about our baby! Would you know anything about that?” Jade asks as Karkat scribbles their names on the sign in sheet. The carapacian shakes their head. Karkat grumbles something under his breath, and almost immediately another carapacian opens the door to their left. This time it’s a tall and lanky dersite, they have on a white lab coat and they seem excited to see the two of them.

With a quick hand gesture, the dersite beckons them to follow. Karkat hands the pen back to the prospitian and they enter a long hallway full of doors. They follow behind the dersite; Karkat is laser focused in, his attention on nothing but getting to their child. Jade, on the other hand, can’t seem to focus on anything. The white fluffy ears on her head twitch and turn at every sound, listening in to every movement of the nearby carapacian workers. Her eyes dart around, peeking into rooms for only a few seconds.

The dersite takes them into a room, and a familiar one at that. It had been the same room that Karkat and Jade had been in before to monitor Vivan’s development. Jade felt her palms go sweaty and her tail tucks in between her legs. Karkat notices, and grabs her wrist. He squeezes it slightly and she takes in a large breath, steading her nerves and heart that is slamming in her chest. The dersite from before hands Jade a clipboard and a pen. On the clipboard is a set of papers, and Jade assumes it’s for some medical records that goes right over her head.

At first, Karkat goes to stay with Jade, waiting patiently. But the dersite lightly touches his shoulder and nods their head. He squints but follows the dersite into an adjacent room. The moment he steps in, he gasps, and his heart begins racing. The dersite bends down over the white crib in the room and scoops up the baby inside. Almost instinctively, Karkat reaches his arms out, and the baby is placed in his arms.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god-” He barely takes a second to breathe. “Is this…?

It only takes a second for the dersite to confirm Karkat’s thoughts.

“Oh my fucking god.”’

Karkat wants to scream, to yell, to shout. To do something. He doesn’t, however. He can’t. Not with a sleeping baby, his sleeping baby, in his arms. He doesn’t move, he barely breaths, and his eyes don’t move from her. She looks like a human, from the outside. She has Jade’s dark brown skin, and wispy black hair at the top of her head. After the first few months, it had been determined that most of Vivian’s appearance would resemble a human rather than troll, while some of her psychological functions would be similar to trolls. Such as the ability to strongly feel ashen, pitch, and pale feelings.

Part of what Jade was signing for was to keep track of Vivian’s development. Being a human-troll hybrid is new, and of course, science is curious. As well as being related to two of the world's creators was also keeping her on her radar.

“Karkat? Is everything ok?” Jade asks from the other room, and the dersite nods for him. Jade’s voice snaps him from his daze and slowly he walks out. Jade had finished with the paper and was sitting on the teal couch in the corner of the room. Almost immediately, her eyes lit up.

“Is that…?

It’s subtle, but it’s a nod.

There were no words at that moment, and the dersite left the room to give the two some space. Jade walked over to Karkat, her hands gently grabbing his arms. Vivian’s soft, sleeping breaths and the sound of a clock ticking were the only things able to be heard.

“She’s perfect…” Jade whispers, gently touching Vivian’s forehead.

“...You’re worried.”

“Mhm.”

“Spill.”

“I’m just nervous about her, is all.”

Karkat huffs and bumps his head against Jade’s forehead. “Don’t fucking say that. We got this.”

“You promise?”

“Yeah. I do promise Jade.” He huffs, handing Vivian off to Jade who’s eyes only widen. “Let’s just take this one day at a time. We…We got this.”

Jade smiles at him.

“We got this.”

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[kwritingbooks]

// CHAPTER 32: POOLHOUSE //

“I don’t want to die, Harry.”

OUT NOW / READ HERE / MASTERLIST

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[thisarenotarealblog]

Chapter 2 of 4 is out! The view from the other side of the room!

#rosemary #homestuck #rose lalonde #kanaya maryam #hs fic #rose x kanaya

[heroesspirit]

2.2k Words

Sky POV,

Sky's loftwing is stolen and he will do just about anything to get him back.

#zelda au #hs fic

[draftingtides]

Shatter Your Crown in the Lake

Dirk ==> reunite with your Bro and one of your splinters

The kids win the game and get put back on Earth on April 13, 2012. Their guardians are alive and well, and they get to live out the rest of their lives together. Except they're all traumatised and most of them have never actually been part of regular society, so there's some adjusting to work on.

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[benwvatt]

i'm cold-blooded, love (chapter 1)

My Heartstopper vampire AU is live! Link here

It's 1790, and Charlie and his partner Pietro are living in Italy, madly in love. Charlie's a vampire and Pietro isn't, so Pietro passed away after a long life.

It's January 2024. Charlie's living in England, and through a strange coincidence, he stumbles across a very... familiar restaurant server.

It's his partner, reincarnated. Meet Nick.

Pietro would have loved Instagram.

He liked taking daguerreotypes on his heavy-as-a-stove machine. The photographs took twenty-five minutes to develop, and in between one view of the window and the next, he and Charlie would… would unravel each other’s clothes, hiding beneath the triple-bolted door and the heavy blankets Pietro’s mum had given them.

“No one,” Pietro would say, “could tear me away from you.” He pressed kisses like wax seals to the cool grey skin of Charlie’s neck, then beneath the collar of his shirt 一 his knobby collarbone, his stretch-marked belly, the wide strips of skin between his ribs.

“If you’re seeking a god,” Charlie used to pant, “I’ll give you an altar.” Dear Christ, Mother Mary, he’d hope they wouldn’t be discovered.

“You will, hmm?”

“Upon which you can worship-” Charlie would stutter out, “me, your grace.”

He used to have nightmares of black hounds nipping at his and Pietro’s heels, dagger teeth tearing their Achilles.[5]

“Please,” Charlie would spill forth. “Please.” If he were to die that night, he could die in his lover’s grasp. They couldn’t possibly be buried together, but it would be enough, more than fucking enough, to fall from the earth and sink into a cursed purgatory if he were in Pietro’s arms.[6]

“Your grace?” Pietro would ask. There was that glint in his eye again.

“Indeed,” Charlie would murmur, his voice hush, every syllable soft like silver rain. “That’s what I’ll call you from this moment forward. It’ll be your name, if you decide.”

“If?”

“Is there a reason you’re fooling with me?”

“If, huh?”

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