#i told her several times she needed to go back to sleepies

[jacqsreptiles]

Sunny came out this morning to say...heddo.

#leopard geckos #geckos #reptiles #reptiblr #herpblr #sunny geck #she is...the cutest #i told her several times she needed to go back to sleepies #and she said no

[aphroditelovesu]

Yandere Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Romantic)

❝ 🐉 — lady l: I wanted to write something for our Green Queen and this is what came out. A romantic and a little confusing headcanon, but I hope you like it anyway! Forgive me for any mistakes, but I'm sleepy so there's that. Good reading! 💚

❝tw: obsessive behavior, mention of jealousy, manipulation, denial of feelings, messy writing.

❝🐉 pairing: yandere!alicent hightower x gender neutral!reader.

Alicent knew she was in love with you. She always knew she loved you deeply but never had the courage to admit her feelings because she knew they were wrong. They had to be. Alicent tried her best to contain her tendencies, her feelings, but every night she caught herself thinking about you, how much she wanted to be with you.

She had to stop denying them, it wasn't healthy for her and it wasn't fair to you. It wasn't an easy task, considering how reserved and insecure she was about her feelings. She already knew she loved you long before she realized it, but she didn't know how to deal with them, how to suppress them.

Alicent Hightower is very reserved when it comes to showing her feelings. She never knows how to deal with them in a healthy way and ends up reacting in a way that is completely contrary to how she really wants to and she always ends up blaming herself for it. She desperately wants to grab you and tell you everything she feels without caring about anything, but she can't do that. She can't allow herself to do that.

She's not sure when she fell in love with you, but she guessed it was when she met you. Alicent could feel that the air had changed the moment your eyes met and you smiled at her. So ethereal that she almost knelt right there. All she could do at that moment was wave back, speechless and stunned by your presence. From her perspective, that's when she fell in love with you.

And it was her most anguished moment. For she was a married woman and with the King, she could never have you. The Queen's heart broke in that moment at the prospect of never being able to tell you how she felt. But that didn't stop her from yearning for you, every night, every day, she yearned for you and your attention. When she was with her children, in her husband's bed, she thought of you. It was in those moments that she knew she needed to end this once and for all, she couldn't think of another person that way. Not while she was married.

Needless to say, that's not what happened. Alicent managed to avoid you, she was the Queen and had this advantage going for her, but she was dying inside. Every day you weren't around her a part of her died. She needed you like she needed oxygen to live. But she managed to hold on, she persevered until when she saw you too close to someone else and something inside her exploded. Jealousy, anger, it all came out at once.

She didn't know what had happened to her when she summoned you later into her private chambers and revealed everything she felt like a devastating wave. Alicent told you how much she loved you, how much she tried to fight those feelings but she couldn't take it anymore and couldn't bear the idea of seeing someone else close to you. Not when this was her place. She finally vented and when she finished speaking, she approached you and pulled you into a kiss with passion and force. For the first time in her life she wasn't thinking about the consequences but was doing what she wanted.

Alicent felt alive for the first time in a long time when she kissed you. When you lay in her bed, naked and in love and in the silence of the night, you made love for the first time. She didn't remember being so happy. When you were lying side by side and covered by just one blanket, Alicent knew she was loved. And she loved you and would be cursed forever if you were taken from her. She made a promise to herself that nothing and no one will take you away from her and anyone who tries will suffer the severe consequences.

She is incredibly understanding and kind to you, nothing but love in her eyes and cuddles exchanged when no one was watching you. Alicent loves to sneak into the Red Keep like a child in the dead of night and escape to the comfort of your arms. She knew there would be consequences for her and you if anyone found out about this affair, but she didn't care. The thrill of being caught in your loving arms was what made her nights even better.

Alicent is not exactly possessive, but she is jealous, she just knows how to control herself. She feels jealous in a milder way, but it's still jealous and depending on who made her jealous, she'll make sure they don't dare get in her way again. Alicent will be seething with jealousy as she watches them interact with you, her nails digging into her hands and leaving marks. Her eyes will be full of tears when she comes to meet you later and she will make you tell her how much you love her, with her words and her body.

She is an unscrupulous manipulator. Alicent doesn't mind using others to make you hers, manipulating your feelings, making you feel guilty, because at the end of it all, you will be with her and that is a price worth paying. You are hers and always would be, and she knew it, but she likes to be sure and act before she suffers the consequences.

Alicent never knew what it was like to love someone so devotedly, so fervently and keep them for yourself at any cost. She have never feel that way until you come into her life and she finds out that she would do anything to have you. She just knew that she needed you desperately and felt like she couldn't think straight when she didn't know what you were doing or who you were with. She just needed you and she always would. And Alicent will do everything in her power to make this happen.

Once Viserys was dead and Aegon was King, she would be free to love you without worrying about being caught. You could stay together until death and no one would get in your way. She will be sure of that. You would always be stuck by her side, for the rest of your life. Isn't that romantic? Just you and Alicent.

#a song of ice and fire #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #asoiaf #yandere hotd #hotd #yandere alicent hightower #yandere alicent hightower x reader #yandere alicent hightower headcanons #alicent hightower x reader #yandere headcanons

[lincolndjarin]

Best Kept Secret

chapter twenty two : it's you that i lie with

ao3 link ✿ series masterlist ✩ main masterlist ✧

pairing : bodyguard!Din Djarin x afab!princess!reader

rating : 18+ mdni

word count : 11.3k

summary : in the wake of the mandalorians rash decisions he and the princess must await judgement day.

warnings, etc. : language, angst, mentions of alcohol, more smut then a person could ever possibly need, p in v sex, din "consent king" djarin, vaginal fingering, oral f!recieving, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, hate sex (hate not included,) sex as a means to distract your spouse from being angry with you, thigh fucking, clit stim, L bombs all over, edging, accidental exhibitionism, i probably missed a few tags sorry!!

a/n : hey lovelies it's my bed time now! this chapter is super long and i'm sleepy so pls lmk if there's any big mistakes cause the edit on this took over an hour so i might have missed something <3

Naboo has several trading ports. 

You could get him on a cargo ship. That would be the most inconspicuous form of transport. It would help if he was willing to ditch his armor. 

He’s too noticeable like this. He’ll need to stash it somewhere and wear clothes that will help him blend into crowds. 

And you can’t go with him. 

You know that. 

You won’t be able to keep up. You’d only slow him down, and of course, the target on his back increases tenfold if he has you with him. 

So he’ll have to go alone. 

He has plenty of credits but you can give him some of your jewelry to pawn for extra, just in case. 

Is Kodo smart enough to realize that this was an act of possession and not treason? If he is then your personal security will be increased to the point that Din shouldn’t come back for you. 

Fuck. 

Okay. That’s fine. You can live with that. 

As long as he’s safe. 

He sounds mad. 

You aren’t looking at him currently. Just staring at Kodo. limp on the ground, blood pooling from his nose onto the stones. 

You aren’t even saying anything why does it sound like he’s arguing with you? You finally turn around to look at him and Elaine is standing next to him, a hardened look on her face. 

You can’t focus on a word they’re saying. The ringing in your ears refuses to let up. 

They just keep arguing. 

It sounds like he’s trying to reason with her, desperately. 

You can’t focus on them because you’re too worried. Every part of you is worried. 

Kodo won’t just kill him for this. He’ll make an example out of him. Especially if he realizes Din’s motive. Just as you start to imagine all the different things they could do to him Elaine wraps her arms around your shoulders. 

“My lady, I know you’re in a bit of shock right now but we need to act and we need to act fast.” Her voice is urgent but it’s clear she’s still trying to be gentle. She turns around to glare at Din. “Go rinse the blood off your gloves, now.”

He silently makes his way to the fresher as Elaine pulls you away from your unconscious husband, letting you lean against the wall. 

“We need to get him off planet.” You whisper, finally meeting Elaine’s gaze. 

“I know, princess, I already tried. But he won’t go.” That manages to completely snap you out of your haze.

“What?”

“I told him he needed to leave. He won’t. Not without you, and we both know how unwise that would be.” She straightens your dress a bit, almost as if out of habit as you gawk at her. 

“Elaine, he has to go.” You’re still whispering. Unable to make yourself speak louder. 

Her eyes are full of pity. 

“I know he does, my lady, but he won’t. And we don’t have time to convince him otherwise.” She’s right. If he’s already set in his decision there’s no changing his mind and you need to act fast. “We have a different plan, princess. We don’t have a lot of options now so I need you to pull it together, okay?” She gives your shoulders a gentle squeeze as the Mandalorian returns. Gloves washed and dried. 

Clean. 

“You have to go.” You immediately step in front of him, as if by some act of the gods you can get him to see reason but all he does is shake his head no. 

“We don’t have time to argue about this. I’m staying. What do I need to do?” He stares at Elaine who’s scowling at him as she takes a step back, sighing.

“You need to stay out of my way while I figure this out. You’ve caused enough problems.” She looks beyond angry with him.

For good reason.

This has to be the stupidest thing he’s ever done. 

“Obviously, the safest bet would be for your Mandalorian to get as far away from here as possible.” She shoots him another glare. “Since he won’t, we need to go with the next safest bet. Which is going to rely on a whole lot of luck.”

Considering the fact that his life is on the line, you don’t love the idea of relying on chance. 

“Kodo’s been on a bender since you didn’t show up for dinner, he hasn’t been sober in days, so we need to hope- to pray, that he doesn’t remember this.”

But what if he does?

“We all know what’s going to happen if he does.” She immediately answers your worried thoughts but it doesn’t make you feel better in the slightest. “We just need to make up a story.”

Elaine seems to be trying to piece her plan together as she paces the hall, Din takes the opportunity to check on you, finally. His hands cup your face. 

“Are you okay?” He sounds like he knows the answer. 

No. You aren’t okay. 

You aren’t okay with what almost just happened and you aren’t okay with what happened instead.

But everything is bad right now. 

Very bad.

And you can’t break down. So instead you hug him. Briefly. Like you aren’t absolutely furious with him.

“I’m okay.” And for now you’re both okay with it being a lie. Your moment of comfort in his arms is short as Elaine pulls you away.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened.” She’s stern with you. Like an adult talking to a child, normally you’d be offended but someone needed to take charge of the situation and you’re just glad it isn’t you. 

“We were on a walk, D- Mando and I. When we came back to my room Kodo was waiting for me.” She nods slowly as you speak, urging you to carry on. “He started rambling and then he grabbed my dress and then Mando…” You don’t need to finish your sentence, it’s clear what happened next. 

“Okay. I can work with that.” She says mostly to herself before looking you in the eyes once more. “I need you to do exactly as I say, can you do that?” You nod and she turns to Din, frowning before he nods as well. “Okay, here’s the thing princess, I don’t know if you know this, but you’re important.” 

Your confusion is certainly apparent on your face.

“The people in the city adore you. It’s the first time the citizens have so much as tolerated a Naboo royal in decades. And it’s not just the people that love you, it’s the staff here.” She takes your hands in hers, a comforting gesture as she continues to nod at you as if it helps convey her words better. 

“How can the staff love me? I don’t even know the staff?” You wonder out loud as she gives your hands a squeeze.

“Exactly, my lady, you have an endless supply of servants at your disposal and yet you remain independent. You only ask for help when you need it, you’re kind and you’re respectful. But most importantly, you look at us, you don’t stare right through us like we aren’t even here, you see us.” You’d never thought of it that way, you just didn’t want to bother anyone if you didn’t have to, you always just did what felt natural. 

“That’s very kind of you to say, but I don’t see how that helps us.” You tilt your head to the side as you try to decipher her words. 

“We are going to rely on that adoration, princess. What I am going to do is what the servants in this castle do best, I am going to gossip.” 

“What exactly are you going to tell them?” 

“The truth.” She grins at you like some sort of mastermind but you’re getting more and more concerned.

“You can’t, he’ll be tried for treason.” You glance towards Din who remains unmoving behind Elaine. 

“Except he won’t because we’re going to leave out certain details when we recount tonight's events. I am going to tell them that we were on a walk, and when you  returned Kodo tried to hurt you, in his drunken state he fell, and broke his nose on the floor.”

It’s ridiculous.

But she might just be a genius. It’s all true. You won’t have to remember any false details. 

“I still don’t understand why you have to spread the story around though, why don’t we just tell the guards that’s what happened?” Din finally speaks up.

“Because once people know, Kodo won’t be able to avoid it. He’ll realize people know, especially when people in the city get restless. At your next dinner with him, which you will be attending, you remind him of the fact that he can’t hurt you unless he wants a full on uprising in the streets.” She claps her hands together like it’s the perfect plan but there’s so many ways this could go wrong. “You don’t have to worry about your Mandalorian and you guarantee yourself future protection from your husband.”

She’s staring at you, waiting for a response but honestly you don’t even know where to start.

“I will go get guards, we’ll tell them the abridged version of what happened, once that’s done I’ll get to work on spreading the word.” 

“And then?” You stare at Elaine. Eyes wide with concern, you can’t seem to stop whispering, like you’ve lost your voice. 

“And then, we pray. We pray that when he wakes, he doesn’t remember what really happened. Because that’s the only way this works.” She’s looking around the hallway anxiously now. “We don’t have any time to argue on this.” She gives you one last glance and after a moment of thought you nod. She’s right, you don’t have time to come up with a better plan. She doesn’t waste another second and rushes off to alert a guard. 

Leaving you standing alone with Din. 

You want to scream at him. Shove him. Something. For doing this, how could he be so stupid?

But you can’t. 

Because if he hadn’t, Maker only knows what you’d be doing right now. 

So instead, you just stare at your shoes. Refusing to look at him. He knows exactly how you feel about his choices these last couple of minutes so he makes the smart choice to not push you. 

It isn’t long before Elaine is returning with half a dozen guards. 

You let Elaine do all the talking. Explaining that she took you on a walk when you couldn’t sleep. She’s a good actress. 

You play your part well as well, you don’t even have to act, you really are shaken up as you lean against the wall. Nodding to corroborate Elaine’s story. 

Din stands defensively next to you the entire time. As if the guards might find a hole in your story and seize you. 

But that never happens. 

The guards all give you sympathetic looks.

They all know Kodo. They know that this story is more than believable. A couple of the men carry him off towards the infirmary. Only one guard stays, you assume she’s of a higher station based on her medals, and her uniform being a different color.

“Would it help your nerves if we increased your security, princess? On behalf of the royal family we apologize for this freak accident.” Her voice is low, professional. 

Freak accident. 

She’s already doing damage control. 

Word can’t get out that the future king of Naboo frightened his beloved wife like this, this needs to be presented as something that couldn’t possibly happen, even though they all believed it was possible, without question.

“No thank you, I have my Mandalorian.” You’re still whispering. Unable to find the strength to speak up. “I will just have him stay close.”

She raises an eyebrow

“Are you sure?” She hesitates for a moment. “It isn’t my place to question you, your highness, but he was unable to stop this attack, how will he prevent further accidents?” 

Sure, you’re mad at Din but something about the way this woman questions his abilities to protect you makes you furious. At the end of the day, Kodo really had tried to hurt you, and Din had stopped it. 

“You’re right.” You find your voice, finally speaking above a whisper. “It isn’t your place.” You stare at the woman until she finally bows. 

“My apologies, your highness. I’m just stating a fact, you clearly weren’t protected enough. Extra guards may help.” She mumbles. 

You don’t care for this woman’s tone.

“What exactly was he supposed to do? Attack the future monarch? Commit an act of treason?” There’s a lot of anger in your tone considering that’s exactly what happened. 

But you’re mad at Din, and you can’t yell at him right now so you might as well direct it somewhere in defense of him. 

“No extra guards.” You say one more time, just to be clear. “Afterall, this was a freak accident, it isn’t likely to happen again.” 

She nods one last time before making a hasty exit, leaving you alone with Din and Elaine.

When you turn to face them they’re both staring at you, looking a little surprised, you decide to break the silence, looking at Elaine.

“Now what?” 

“Now we wait.” 

“How long?” 

“We’ll know if he remembers in four days.” She crosses her arms and you look between her and Din for answers but he seems as confused as you are. “You have dinner with him in four days. Which I cannot stress enough, you will be attending. If you aren’t swarmed by guards in the next few days, you know you’re in the clear.” She finally says once it’s clear you aren’t getting it. “Until then I want both of you to stay here.” She opens up the door to your chambers. 

“For four straight days?” You try not to sound too irritated but you’re wildly angry with him right now and the idea of being stuck in your room for four uninterrupted days (an idea that you would usually kill for the opportunity to have.) makes your stomach churn. 

“For four straight days.” She’s already pushing the two of you in. Clearly eager to be rid of this entire situation. “No if’s, ands, or buts. You need to stay here, “healing” from the stress of tonight's events. I will have servants bring you your meals, Lysa and I will not disturb your rest but you can ring us if you require anything.”

Din is staring at Elaine, you can see the tension in his posture. He knows that you’re livid. And he knows that now that everything’s settled you couldn’t be more unhappy with him. 

The last thing he wants right now is to be trapped in a room with you and your wrath. 

Elaine clocks his hesitancy immediately. 

“You need to stay, you insisted on staying, she needs someone with her, and she needs protection. Just in case. Isn't that the whole reason you refused to leave in the first place?” She begins shutting the door, both of you starting to protest. “Four days, we will know if he knows in four days.” She whisper-yells before closing the door. 

Now it’s just you and Din. 

For four days. 

You want to fight. You want to scream at him now that you’re alone. How could he be so stupid? To not only hit Kodo, but to refuse to leave?

But you’re so tired. And afraid. You can be angry at him later.

Unless there isn’t a later.

No.

No thinking like that. 

Distract yourself.

“Let me see your hand.” You take his hand in yours with no resistance, removing his glove to inspect his knuckle. He knows better than to argue with you right now, especially since you haven’t blown up on him yet. 

He’s split two of his knuckles but he isn't actively bleeding anymore, you still need to clean it. You walk him to the bed, ushering him to sit down. Once he does, you go to the dresser, you grab a couple nightgowns, and the pitcher of water on the vanity before returning to him. 

He makes no attempt to protest as you dip one of the gowns into the pitcher before wiping the blood from his knuckles. 

He doesn’t protest when you tear the other gown with your teeth and wrap his hand. Or when you turn around, silently asking him to undo your dress, which he does as you slip out of it, standing there in your undergarments. 

He doesn’t fight you when you take his uninjured hand and walk him to the closet. 

He doesn’t when you carefully remove each piece of armor. Turning the lamp off and removing his helmet.  

Or when you say “We’ll talk in the morning.” and rest your head on his chest. 

“What if tonight is our last night?” He whispers into the darkness of the closet. 

You don’t want to think about that right now.

You’ll have tomorrow. 

Hopefully.

“It isn’t.” Is all you have to say. He still doesn’t argue. 

You fall asleep like that.

★

Day one isn’t going to be easy. 

You both know it. 

It’s fine as you both wake up, mostly because neither one of you speaks. 

He knows what’s coming. You can tell by the way his shoulders never relax, that he knows at some point today you’re going to snap. So he doesn’t speak, not wanting to accidentally cause your inevitable explosion.

And you don’t speak either, mostly because you know that when you do you’re going to get rather upset. So you just lay there. Every so often you feel him place a kiss on your temple. 

You wait as long as possible, until you hear a faint knocking from the main door and you know it's either Kodo, here to sentence your Mandalorian to death, or it’s breakfast.

Thankfully when you answer the door it’s breakfast. 

An older woman you don’t recognize hands you two plates of eggs, bread, and fruit. You give her a smile and a thanks. 

She gives you a curious look, like she’s trying to gauge your mood. Elaine must have already started spreading her rumors. You leave her with a nod of dismissal, locking the door once more. 

You carefully bring the plates to the closet, handing one to Din, still not saying a word as you turn to face away from him, flipping the light switch back on.

The two of you eat in silence. 

Once the helmet is back on you take the plates out to the main room, opening the door to leave them in the hall. 

When you turn around he’s standing in the closet doorway and you know you can’t put this off any longer.

“You can still leave.” When the words finally leave your lips they’re significantly less angry than you thought they’d be.

“You know I can’t.” Once he says that though you manage to find your anger relatively fast.

“You can and you know it.”

He doesn’t respond. He just stands, staring at you. 

“You have to go. It’s stupid to stay, if he remembers when he wakes up you need to be gone.”

“And if he doesn’t remember? Then you’d be here, unprotected, and alone.” There’s no heat behind his voice. He isn’t fighting, he’s just stating a fact. 

It doesn’t change your mind. 

“That doesn’t matter, no when there’s a chance that he does remember.” You take an angry step towards him but he doesn’t so much as flinch. 

“No.” Clearly you aren’t changing his mind either. 

You want to throw something at him. 

“You can’t stay here. You know what happens if you stay here. You need to leave, you can always come back for me.” You leave out the fact that that would be extremely difficult to do. “You need to go, hop on a ship and get out of here.” You’re getting angrier and angrier as you stare into the unforgiving steel of his helmet.

“I’m not leaving you.” There’s still no fight, he’s simply stating the truth.

“You are, you will. You need to. I will not just sit here and wait for you to be taken and slaughtered.” Your voice cracks on the last word, you’re starting to get to the level of anger where you’re at risk of crying, you’re desperately trying to keep yourself in control of your emotions as he holds his arms open for you.

It doesn’t matter if you’re in a rage, you can’t help yourself. 

You step into his embrace, still visibly fuming.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, lifting you up, his hands rest on your ass to support you and you have to wrap your legs around his waist to keep your balance, he walks you into the closet.

“But you’re not, Din, and that’s the problem.” You aren’t done, you’ve barely gotten started but he seems to have found a rather effective way of dissolving your anger as he kicks the closet door shut with his foot. 

“I’m sorry that I’m not sorry then.” He sets you down into the blankets and wastes no time flicking the lamp off. You don’t even hear the airlock, his mouth is just immediately on you, silencing any further protest you might have with his lips. “Just let me know when you want to stop so we can start fighting again.” He whispers against your bottom lip before his mouth quickly moves downward, leaving a trail of bites and kisses, his finger unbuttoning the front of your nightie as he does so.

“This- this isn’t fair, I’ve barely started.” You gasp as his mouth latches onto your nipple, he pulls away just long enough to respond.

“Then tell me to stop.” 

You don’t. 

Afterall you’re only human, and he’s being very persuasive right now. 

You’ll yell at him after.

Except there isn’t an after. 

He’s dangerously attentive for the next several hours. 

It’s like he’s been waiting to unleash this level of his undivided attention onto you, like he knew to save it for when you got truly angry with him. 

His fingers dip past the band of your underwear, dipping into your cunt just enough to make his fingertips slick as he drags them back up to your clit. Rubbing slow, methodic shapes into your bundle of nerves. 

He keeps his mouth on your chest for the most part. 

Except for when you get restless. Every so often you’ll remember your objective. Or you’ll feel a flicker of your rage spark up and you’ll mumble something angry at him halfheartedly, usually with your head tilted back, and your hands tangled in either the sheets or his hair. When that happens his mouth drifts down, he throws your legs over his shoulders and he wraps his lips around your clit until you forget all about whatever it was you were saying. 

He manages to keep you distracted until there’s another knock at the door that tells you it’s already lunch time. 

You struggle to button yourself back up as he fumbles for the lamp. 

You glare at him once the lights, and his helmet are back on. 

He quickly buttons your gown back up for you. He never even took his armor off. 

You rush to the door, greeting a woman younger than the one from before. Her eyes immediately dart to your expression.

Elaine was right, gossip does move fast here.

It’s a good thing you still look pissed off, and upset mostly with yourself for being so easily seduced. You can tell she takes note of your frown.  

She hands you two wrapped sandwiches and a pitcher of juice before scurrying off. You yell a half hearted thank you after her before locking up once more. 

When you return to Din you’re still frowning, tossing him the sandwich, turning around, and eating in silence. When you’re finished he takes your wrapper and stands, walking into the main room to discard them. 

When you join him he hands you a glass of juice. Nodding, you take it from him, gulping most of it down before setting the glass aside. 

“You know what?” It isn’t hard to find that fire in you immediately when you think about how truly stupid he’s still being right now. 

“What?” You close your eyes as he lifts his helmet to drink, opening them when you hear the airlock, poking a finger into his chest. 

“You should have left when Elaine told you to, and we shouldn’t even be having this argument because you should be somewhere far far away right now.” 

“This isn’t really an argument, it’s mostly just you yelling and me nodding.” 

Smartass. 

“You just made this an argument by contradicting me.” You’re starting to sound petulant but you really are still upset as you shove him, unable to bring yourself to put much effort into it but he takes a deliberate step back and you cry out in frustration. “You’re an idiot. You are a stupid, stupid man.”

It’s starting to bother you that he won’t fight back. Like he knows you’re right, he just doesn’t care.

You shove him again. This time he doesn’t move in the slightest. 

“You never should have hit him in the first place Din! Are you insane? Do you have a death wish?” You’re nearly screaming at this point.

Yet he says nothing.

So you keep going.

“You say that you have to stay here to protect me, but why didn’t you think about that before you knocked my husband flat on his ass?” That finally gets a reaction from him. His helmet tilts the tiniest bit to the side, almost like he’s flexing his jaw.

“Don’t call him that.” He sounds mad for the first time today.. 

“What? My husband? I’m sorry Din but that’s what he is, it’s nothing more than a title, you know th-“

“No. Don’t call him yours. He isn’t yours, he isn’t your anything, For Makers sake just call him Kodo.” He’s practically snarling as he says it but it only feeds your flames.

“That’s what you’re upset about? Really? Your life's on the line here, and that’s what makes you upset?” You’re close enough to him now that you can see your own rage being reflected back at you on his helmet. 

“If you're so convinced that these are my last hours alive then why are we spending them fighting?” He’s already getting less angry. 

“Because they don’t have to be your last hours!” You’re getting more frustrated by the second, your voice getting higher and higher. “You could leave like anyone with a brain in this situation would.” 

“I’m not leaving you.” 

That’s all he has to say for himself. 

He doesn’t care. 

“Fine.” Your scowl never falters.

“Fine?” He sounds shocked that you’re already giving up.

“Fine.” You shoot him a furious look before you grab the front of his cowl and drag him back into the closet, slamming the door shut behind the both of you because you are sick and tired of him not caring that his life is in extreme danger and if he’s not going to argue with you then he might as well fuck you. 

“Why can’t you just be angry?” You yell as you start unbuttoning your nightgown all over again while he begins removing his armor. 

“Because you’re right.” He mumbles, struggling to keep up with your speed as you let the nightie fall to the floor, leaving you in only your panties. 

“You’re insufferable.” You snarl, laying down in the blankets, watching him toss his cowl aside.

“And you’re insatiable.” He slides the last of his armor off before kneeling in front of you in just his flight suit and helmet. “How many times did I make you cum today before noon? And you still want more.” He doesn’t even sound like he’s trying to get a rise out of you, he sounds like he did when he said he was going to stay, like he was just stating a fact. 

“I don’t want to look at you right now. I’m still mad at you.” You grumble, he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your torso, flipping you onto your stomach.

“This better?” He sounds unbothered. It makes you angrier that he refuses to justify his actions beyond simply wanting to stay.  

“Perfect.” You mumble. 

“You’re being a brat.” 

“And you’re being an idiot.” 

“I thought we weren’t going to fight, why did you bring us in here to just fight more?” He tugs down your panties with one hand, you turn to see him palming himself with the other. 

“Let’s just- let's not talk.” You grumble sitting up on your knees, his hand slides up your spine to the nape of your neck, pushing your face into a pillow while simultaneously forcing your ass into the air.

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You hear the release of his helmet and a thunk of metal as he tosses it aside.

He doesn’t bother turning the lamp off.

You hear the familiar sound of his zipper, he doesn’t waste any time as you feel the head of his cock push into you. You bite into the pillow swallowing your moan. 

Are you still mad?

Yes. Very much so.

Is this better than fighting? 

Yes. (Very much so.)

He leans down, groaning as his chest is flush with your back, his length sinking deeper into your heat. 

“Reach back and push me away if you want me to stop.” He brushes your hair behind your ear as he says it, you only nod in response as he leans back again, rocking his hips forward until his pelvis is flush with your ass. 

He’s never fucked you from this angle.

Your slightly lower than he is, it’s like he’s fucking down into you, deeper than he has previously.

He takes a second to let you breath before he snaps his hips back, dragging his cock nearly completely out of you before slamming himself back in entirely. 

You yelp as he presses up against your cervix. 

He waits again, like he’s waiting to see if you’re okay but you make no effort to stop him so after another second he repeats the motion, letting out a low groan as he does.

He squeezes your hips almost reassuringly as he starts to find his rhythm. Feeling him sink into you, every thrust almost painfully deep.

It’s nice.

Of course you won’t tell him that, not now when you’re still seething.

But it’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Like he’s trying to prove a point. That no matter how mad you are, he can still unravel you, with ease.

His hands slide up your back, he takes hold of your shoulders, experimentally using his grip to leverage you back against him in time with his thrusts. 

It’s (tragically) divine. 

You pull your face from the pillow, turning your head to the side. 

“When- kriff, when you’re done we’re finishing our, ah, our conversation.” You manage to stutter out, his pace never so much as skipping a beat.

“I thought… we were… done… with that.” He says through grit teeth in between thrusts, pulling you back against him with every movement forcing himself deeper into you than you even thought possible.

“We aren’t.” 

He only grunts in acknowledgement as you feel him lean down to place a kiss against your spine. 

You shouldn’t have told him that once he finished you were going to fight again because he doesn't stop until they knock for dinner.

The bastard actually manages to last the entire time, everytime you think he’s finally going to lose his resolve he buries himself in you, unmoving, letting his hands roam your body aimlessly until he’s able to continue. When he hears the knocking his pace quickens the tiniest bit and that’s all he needs to tumble over the edge. Pulling out and finishing on your lower back. 

You’d be more upset if you weren’t so impressed. 

You make yourself as presentable as possible before rushing to the door for what is hopefully the last time today.

It’s the same routine.

Greet them, they stare at you, you take the food, they leave. 

Once you’re locked up for the night you hand him his bowl of stew. 

It continues to be the same routine. Eating in silence as he waits for the inevitable. 

Except it doesn’t come.

You finish eating, turning around once he’s done as well. He takes the bowls, setting them aside. 

And you open your mouth to yell at him. But all that comes out is a yawn, once he sees that he scoops you up into his arms, already carrying you back to the closet. You let your head rest on his shoulder.

“I’m still mad.” You mumble. 

“You should be.” He says it so quietly the modulator doesn’t even pick it up, you hear the words muffled and unfiltered through his helmet. 

You don’t like that he’s seemingly mad at himself. He doesn’t get to do that, no one gets to be mad at him right now but you. 

He lays you down in the sheets, kneeling next to you he removes his helmet as you close your eyes he turns the lights out, laying down beside you. 

“No more sex. I’m too tired.” All you’ve done today is yell, have sex and eat, the combination has you dozing off already. You roll over so you’re partially on top of him as you rest the side of your face on his chest which you feel shake a bit as he lets out a single laugh.

“Okay, sarad.” 

How did you lose an entire day to him? You had wanted to scream and throw things. To show him and to tell him that what he was doing wasn’t okay. Instead he’d spent the entire day distracting you and it worked. 

You take in the silence of the room, listening only to his breathing for a moment. 

He’s okay. You suppose that’s what matters. He’s still here, and maybe for right now that’s okay. You clearly aren’t going to get anywhere as far as yelling at him goes because he agrees with you. He just doesn’t care. And for the time being you’re just going to have to live with that.

“I don’t want you to go to sleep angry.” He says into the darkness of the room, startling you a little. 

“Why does that matter?” You wish you could sound more stern but you’re tired, and clearly he is too.

“If this is our last night I don’t want you to be upset with me.” 

Oh, Din.

“It isn’t. So it doesn’t matter.” You try to say it with a finality that will hopefully end the conversation.

“It might be.”

“Good night Din.”

★

The start of your second day is considerably different than your first day. 

You feel a little less stressed now that a day has passed with no word but he seems to be getting more nervous. And you feel less cross today. It’s hard to stay angry when you wake up in his arms. He’s spooning you when you wake, and how can you be mad at that?

“I love you, I’m sorry, I just- I don’t want you to be mad at me anymore.” He murmurs into your hair before leaning down to kiss your neck. It takes you by surprise, you're still waking up but he already seems shockingly coherent. 

He says it like he’s worried it’s the last conversation you’ll ever have with him.

It makes your anger fizzle out, replaced with sympathy for him.

“Then I’m not mad anymore.” He breathes out a sigh of relief when you say it, his arms tighten around you. 

If this really is your last day with him you don’t want to spend it mad. 

You wish you hadn’t spent yesterday mad at him in hindsight, you have no way of knowing if this is the end or not. 

“I love you.” He whispers into the crook of your neck, he kisses your throat. “I love you.” He keeps breathing those words against your skin between kisses as you arch your back against him in an attempt to get more.

You don’t say it back. 

Your love for each other is what got you into this stupid mess to begin with. 

That doesn’t stop him though. 

He repeats it, over and over and over, slowly and sleepily. Like a prayer. 

“Let’s just do this today, okay? No fighting.” He’s got one hand resting on your stomach, the other gently cups your breast. He shifts himself so he can slide his leg between yours. 

Can’t argue with that. 

“We did this yesterday.” You breathe out, it feels good to smile.

“Yes, but you were angry, today there will be no fighting.” He bites your neck lightly enough that there won’t be a mark but hard enough to earn a small squeak from you. 

“No fighting.” You echo his words as he pulls you flush against him. 

When it’s dark like this it feels like he’s the only thing in the universe. The only thing keeping you grounded. 

The hand on your stomach moves downwards and you feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Please?” he mumbles before nipping at your shoulder.

“Of course.” The moment he has your permission he guides his hand to your center, lifting your thigh and sliding his cock up against your folds in one fluid motion. Once he’s situated he brings his hand up to your mouth, two fingers tapping on your bottom lip as you instinctually open your mouth for him he rocks his hips forwards with a grunt, you feel him sliding through your folds as his fingers swipe across your tongue. 

He hums softly, his lips stay on your shoulder, alternating between sucking and biting as he slow fucks the space between your thighs. 

Once he’s satisfied with the wetness of his fingers he withdrawals them from your mouth, bringing them back between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, sarad, for everything.” He says under his breath. 

“No more apologizing.” You lean back to whisper it in his ear.

“What?” He sounds a little lost in his actions.

“I know you’re sorry. I don’t want to hear it anymore. No more apologizing.”

“No more apologizing.” This time he echos you. He slowly and carefully starts rubbing his slick fingers against your clit while simultaneously sliding himself in and out of the space between your thighs. You experimentally squeeze your thighs together around his cock and he immediately bites down on your shoulder, stifling a moan. 

It’s so wildly intimate, an unspoken agreement that you both suddenly have to try and make the other person feel as good as possible.

He ruts between your soaked thighs, when he draws back you press your thighs together slightly to tighten around him. His free hand cups your breast again, leisurely pinching your nipple as the one between your legs manages to do exactly what it needs to do.

He knows you so well at this point it’s actually a little jarring when he’s able to drive you towards that release so quickly. 

“Cum with me?” He mumbles through his labored breaths as you nod frantically. 

He keeps you on the edge for a few more minutes as he rocks his hips back and forth until both his thrusts and his fingers move faster, you let your head fall back against his shoulder as you feel the wire snap within you, he turns his face to press his forehead into your temple as he snarls, you feel the spurt of warmth between your thighs as he cums. 

You both lay there briefly, gasping for air, just as you finally get your bearings you hear a knock.

“Shit.” You mumble, wiping yourself off on the sheets and readjusting your nightgown as you sit up. 

You stumble to your feet, rushing to the door to get what you assume is breakfast, you’re surprised to see Elaine standing there holding a basket of bread, rushing into the room before you can even greet her. 

“Good news and bad news.” She immediately hands you the basket and you set it down. Din steps out of the closet, already fully dressed, a sharp juxtaposition to how you must look, disheveled in your nightie you haven’t changed in several days. 

“Good news first.” You say quickly.

“Good news is that word has spread as quickly as I anticipated. From what I can tell, the people in the city are already aware of what happened.”

“That fast?” You’re in disbelief at the idea that people already know. 

“I told you it would.” She’s grinning ear to ear, clearly proud of herself. 

“What’s the bad news?” Din Djarin, well known optimist, finally speaks up.

“Kodo’s awake as of an hour ago.” Her grin is gone in an instant.

As far as bad news goes, that's about as bad as it gets. 

Neither you, nor Din speaks. 

So Elaine does.

“I haven’t heard anything yet but if he remembered we wouldn’t be standing here right now.”

“Or he’s waiting.” Still being optimistic, aren’t you, Din?

“He wouldn’t wait, he doesn’t have the patience.” You look to Elaine for confirmation and she nods, relief washes over you.

“Or he wants to make a spectacle out of it.” You’re getting sick of his attitude towards this already.

“No fighting today.” You snap at him and he immediately goes quiet so you turn back to Elaine. “Is that all?”

“Yes, I’ll let you know if I hear anything else.” She begins to make a hasty exit but you call her name again.

“Wait, could you please draw me a bath?” That seems like the logical next step considering you probably reek of sex at this point. 

“Of course, my lady.” She closes the door behind her and you turn to Din.

“No fighting, we agreed.” You say one more time, to be sure he knows you’re serious about this. 

He nods and you leave him standing there, going to the dresser to find a robe.

★

“I’ll be standing outside to make sure no one disturbs you, princess.” Elaine raises her eyebrows as she says it, closing the door behind you as you turn to stare at the Mandalorian across from you in the fresher.

If you and Din aren’t imprisoned in the next couple of days you’re going to make sure Elaine gets a pay raise. 

You slip your robe off as Din slides a table in front of the door for extra security, and you step into the warmth of the water, staring up at him as he walks over to the pool.

“I had a dream like this once.” He says as he carefully takes his armor off. 

That’s the last thing you could have imagined him saying right now. You chew on your lip, giddy as you fight the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Do you have a lot of dreams about me?” You hold back your laughter as he takes the last piece of metal that isn’t his helmet off. Fascinated as he starts to tug at his flight suit.

You’ve never actually seen him like this. 

Sure you’ve seen his hands, and his cock, but never as much bare skin as he’s about to reveal. He peels the fabric away from his body as he steps out of it.

Maybe yesterday was your last day. 

You aren’t totally convinced that you didn’t die yesterday and are currently in heaven. 

He steps into water, only in his helmet and you try not to gawk but it’s hard because he’s just so… pretty. 

You finally tear your eyes away when you see a tint of red flare up around his neck.

He’s embarrassed. 

He shouldn’t be.

He’s an adonis. 

Tan skin littered with little pink and white marks.

You want to kiss every single one. 

He makes his way across the water, sitting on one of the ledges so everything below his chest is submerged. You try not to make your way over to him too eagerly but you can’t help yourself as you hastily pull yourself into his lap. 

“Aren’t you worried about rust?” You tilt your head to the side, laughing a little. 

“Beskar doesn’t rust but you’re very cute.” His hands squeeze your thighs under the water. 

“Ha ha.” You roll your eyes and lean forward to rest your head on his shoulder. “You didn’t answer my question by the way, about your dreams.” 

His hands slide under your thighs, dragging you closer to him.

“What do you want to know about my dreams?” 

“I want you to tell me about your dream that reminded you of this.” You run your pinky across a small pink crescent shaped scar on his chest. 

“That might take a while, why don’t I just show you.” You can practically hear his grin.

For a brief moment you’re almost able to forget the situation you’re currently in. 

Almost. 

★

“You knew I was out there, you could have at least tried to be quiet.” Elaine grumbles as you open the door.

Whoops. 

“Sorry.” You both mutter in sync, your face is getting hot as you give her an apologetic grin.

She’s definitely getting a raise. 

“I’ll get over it.” She walks you back to your chambers holding the door open for the both of you. “Someone will bring you lunch and dinner later, I’ll see you both soon.” 

“Thank you.” You call out after her as she’s inching her way out of the room.

“You're welcome.” She shoots you one last smile before stepping out completely. 

Once the door is closed behind you you rush over to it, clicking the locks before dropping the robe, when you turn around he’s already setting his armor aside. 

You leave him to that briefly as you walk yourself to the closet, returning to him with a scarf, all of his armor aside from his helmet is already off, he’s currently unzipping his flight suit. 

You do exactly what you said you would.

No fighting. No apologies. 

He helps you tie the scarf around your eyes and from that point on it’s a hazy, lascivious daydream. You’d be understating it if you said he fucked you on every surface in your room. It’s a desperate love that he makes to you now, and you know better than anyone that it’s his fear creeping back up, that this time will be the last time. 

Floor, bed, wall, table, dresser. If it is a flat surface, at some point during the day he presses you up against it, alternating between burying his tongue and his cock in your weeping cunt. 

You’re so fucked out of your mind that when they knock for meals you just ignore it. Biting down on a pillow or his shoulder to silence the noises he forces out of you. 

You don’t really remember when he brought you back to the closet. It’s been such a whirlwind. 

You do remember him kissing you. And saying he loved you before you fell asleep.

You try to forget when he whispered a prayer that he would have more days with you. 

★

And you make it to day three. 

Every hour there isn’t a battalion of guards outside your door makes you relax more and more. 

Din seems to be the exact opposite of you based on the first thing he says when you wake. 

“I want you to look today.”

“At what?”

“You know what.”

Oh. 

You sit up. Staring at where he would be in the darkness. 

“I’m not doing that.”

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t our last day, and you need to stop acting like it is.” 

If Kodo remembered he wouldn’t wait, he isn’t a patient man. You don’t want to spend today worrying, and you don’t want him to either. 

So today you’ll talk. You’ll talk until he forgets all about it. 

You lay back down, pulling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Tell me a secret.” 

“What kind of secret?” He laughs a little. Good. You don’t want today to be sad.

“Something nobody knows about you.”

“I don’t have secrets from you. I tell you everything.” 

That’s actually quite sweet. 

“That’s just not true. You keep tons of secrets.” You scoff.

“Not anymore. If you asked me anything, I’d tell you.” He says it earnestly.

That can’t possibly be true. 

“There’s plenty of stuff you don’t tell me.” You twist a lock of his hair gently between your fingers.

“You never ask.”

This entire time you’d been trying not to push him, he’d just assumed you didn’t care. 

“Are you okay with me asking?” You never meant to make him feel neglected.

“I’d love if you asked.”

You don’t even know where to start. You want to know everything. 

So you start at the beginning. 

“Do you have any family?”

“I lost my mother and my father when I was very young.” He draws small distinct stars into your skin with his fingers as he talks. “I was taken in by the Mandalorians as a foundling.” He sounds detached as he says it, like he came to terms with it a long time ago, so you don’t linger on his tragedy, opting to point out a phrase you’re unfamiliar with instead.

“A foundling?”

“It means they raised me as their own, taught me the creed.” 

You picture a little Din Djarin running around with a dozen adoptive parents. 

“They all did?”

He laughs, giving your side a small pinch. 

“No, typically the Mandalorian who finds an abandoned child will claim them but the Mandalorian who found me already had two foundlings.” 

“That’s terrible, what did they do with you?” You feel yourself being pulled into his story, like he’s telling you a tale you don’t know the ending to. As if he isn’t here right now, a full fledged Mandalorian who things clearly worked out for. 

“There was a Mandalorian at the covert who had never had a foundling. She made their armor for them so she didn’t leave as often as the rest. She took me in.” 

“So she became your mother?”

“More like a big sister, she’s only a few years older than I am.”

“Did she make your armor?”

“She did, yes.”

You sit in silence briefly, taking in his story, something he said a while ago resurfaces in your mind. 

You had asked him about his boy's mother. 

“I don’t know, I don’t know who his father is either. Is that all you wanted to ask?” 

You sit up a little, pulling him closer. 

“Your boy is your foundling.” You don’t say it like a question, you’re sure of it. 

“Was, my foundling.” 

Your natural instinct is to not pry, but he wants you to ask, and you feel an anxious curiosity as he uses past tense to refer to his child. 

“Din, you don’t have to talk about it, but if you’re okay with it I’d love to know more about him.”

He doesn’t respond and you’re glad you gave him the option to opt out. 

“I haven’t talked about him since I lost him.” You lean down a little to kiss his forehead, he sounds so small, the smallest he’s ever sounded.

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You feel him curl his legs up a bit, tangling them between yours as he sighs. 

“Then I’ll listen.” 

“His name’s Grogu.” You let out a silent sigh of relief as he uses present tense to refer to the boy. 

“That’s a funny name.”

“He’s a funny kid.” There’s an adoration in his voice that he typically reserves just for you. It makes you long to meet this child that softens your Mandalorians demeanor. “He was only a baby when I found him, I knew right then and there that he was mine.”

“What’s he like?” You feel the corners of his mouth twitch up when you ask that. 

“Happy. He’s always happy, and smart, he’s so smart, just like you, too smart for his own good.” He absentmindedly brings his fingers up to play with your hair. “He’s a lot like you actually. Happy, smart, brave, funny.” He tugs your hair softly, teasingly. “You both love to irritate me.”

“Very funny.”

“I’m serious, you're very similar, I’d say you could be his mother but you look nothing alike.” He laughs at a joke you don’t seem to get. 

There’s one question you haven’t asked, the one you’ve been avoiding.

“What happened to him?”

“I let him go, to be with his people.” You have no idea what he means by that. 

“Sounds to me like you’re his people.” 

“I’m starting to believe that, the longer I spend away from him the more I wonder if I made the right choice.” He traces his fingers down the curve of your jaw.

“Why don’t you visit him?” 

He goes silent, bringing his hand back down to your waist, you feel his fingers tapping against your skin softly, almost like a nervous tick. 

“It’s a stupid reason.” He whispers. 

You run your hand across the length of his shoulder in a soothing manner. 

“Tell me.”

“I’m worried he’s  happy there. Happier than he was with me.”

Oh. Din.

You wish there was a way to tell him that he’s worthy of love. He just doesn’t seem to believe it’s possible.

Well, there is one obvious way to.

“I don’t think that’ll happen. And if he is happy there it just means you did your job. You took care of him.” Once you say that you feel a weight lifted off of your torso as he sits up. 

For a moment nothing happens. 

In the darkness you aren’t even sure where he is, at least until his hands cradle your face ever so gently.

“You’re perfect.”

He’s perfect. 

“I love you.” It slips past your lips in a soft whisper before you can stop yourself. 

“Hmm?” He hums gently. Leaning forward to give you a chaste kiss before pulling back. “What did you say?”

“Very funny. I’m not saying it again.” 

“I’m serious. I didn’t hear you.”

Strange.

He isn’t lying. You can tell.

And this isn’t the first time this has happened. 

“You can’t hear well can you?” You reach up to put a hand on his face, you can feel his mouth turned up in a grin. 

“Smart girl.” He turns his head to kiss your palm.

You won’t repeat yourself. You’ll save it for another time.

“How long?”

“Decades. One of my first bounties. I was listening in from a distance, had the audio on my helmet all the way up, I didn’t realize one of his friends was flanking me until the grenade landed at my feet.”

“Maker.” You gasp. 

“It isn’t really a big deal, I can hear perfectly fine with my helmet and the only person I ever talk to without my helmet on is you.”

Fair point. 

“Aren’t you worried it might happen again?”

“No, I have sensors now that will silence any sound that might be damaging. My turn to ask a question.” He stays sitting across from you, your legs still tangled together as he quickly changes the subject.. “I’ve been dying to ask, why do you sleep in the closet?” 

There’s no hesitation in your answer.

“My room is too big.” 

He bursts into genuine peals of laughter and you gently smack his arm.

“Don’t laugh, it’s a serious issue! My room is enormous.” You’re giggling along with him now, it’s the hardest you’ve ever heard him laugh.

And that’s how you spend the third day.

Laughing and talking. 

And when you go to sleep that night, he doesn’t bring up the fact that it could be your last night together. 

But you know you’re both thinking it.

★

Today there is nothing. 

You can’t comfort him anymore because last night very well could have been your last night together. If Kodo knows, you won’t spend tonight with Din.

You won’t ever spend another night with Din.

There’s no way he knows though. (Unless he does.)

You both seem to realize that, in the comfortable silence you find yourselves in. He’s awake as well but neither of you speaks. 

Today you don’t fight, or fuck, or talk. Today you just exist together. He lays with his head on your chest and you absentmindedly play with his hair.

You both ignore the knocking.

If it's guards, they’ll come in anyways, if it’s breakfast, they’ll leave it outside the door. Based on the lack of guards over the course of the next few minutes, you discern that it’s breakfast. You do the same when they knock for lunch. 

You don’t get up until his stomach grumbles. You rush out quickly before returning to find him in the same position in the darkness as you crawl to him, handing him his plate. You rest your head on his shoulder, listening to him eat and opening your mouth when he offers you some. 

And you don’t speak. 

You don’t say a word. 

A few hours before dinner the girls come to dress you, you bring a blue dress out of the closet when they arrive. 

You’re pretty sure Lysa is aware of the entire situation you find yourself in as she avoids the closet like the plague. Dressing you faster than ever before, in complete silence. When they’re done Lysa rushes out, Elaine lingering as she gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze. 

“You can do this. After tonight, you’re in the clear.” As she speaks you put your hand over hers, nodding and smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror. 

You can do this. 

She gives your shoulder one last pat before darting out of the room. Once she’s gone, like clockwork, Din steps into the main room. He quickly makes his way over to you, pulling you into an embrace.

And still neither of you says so much as a word. 

He walks next to you as you make your way to the dining room, letting the back of his hand brush against yours. 

When you approach the doors, as usual the hall is devoid of guards, he faces you.

“I love you.” 

You only nod in response, standing on your tiptoes you lean up and press a kiss into the steel cheek of his helmet before opening the doors to the dining hall. 

He’s waiting for you. He doesn’t usually look when you walk in but tonight he does. 

“Wife, I’m honored that you’re joining me tonight.” You never thought you’d miss the high pitched, nasally way he called out to you until you heard him speaking in a soft and grave tone. 

“Good evening, husband.” You bow before you sit, your Mandalorian standing no more than a foot behind you the entire time. 

It’s a deadly quiet dinner. 

That can’t possibly be a good sign, Kodo loves the sound of his own voice and you’re rarely in a room with him where you don’t hear it. Especially not a room this quiet. 

It’s nothing but the sounds of scraping forks against plates and glasses being set down. 

You aren’t entirely sure what his plan is until they take dinner away and you’re left with nothing but your wine glass in front of you.

Kodo’s is full of water. 

You flinch when he clears his throat before speaking. 

“I was told something odd when I woke up after my accident.”

This is it. 

You’re dead.

Din’s dead. 

You should have just risked it and left with him days ago. 

“People believe that I tried to hurt you, that I was injured when I drunkenly slipped.” His voice is full of a dangerous, malice as he traces the rim of his glass with his finger. 

You should tell Din that you love him before they drag him away. He deserves to hear it. 

Or would that make things worse for him?

Would they hurt him more if they knew?

Dank farrik, you should have repeated yourself when you said it. Now he might never know how you feel. 

“I don’t know why anyone would possibly think that.” He tilts his glass to the side, watching the water shift back and forth. “Because that isn’t what happened, right, wife?” 

Din was right. 

At least you spent your last night happy. If you’re executed you’ll think of his laughter before you go. 

“Right? Wife?” He says it much louder now, his fist comes down to meet the table and you jump a bit in your chair. 

There’s no escape. Not if he remembers. There isn’t anything anymore. Just you and just Din. 

There’s a lump in your throat as you give him a single small nod. Out of the corner of your eye you see Din take the smallest step towards you but he doesn’t do anything drastic as Kodo leans back in his chair. 

“Good. Then you shall tell the common folk you visit what really happened, that a bored servant made that story up, it never happened and you are more than happy here.” He takes a sip of his water and you stare at him, baffled. 

Maker. 

He doesn’t remember. 

He. Doesn’t. Remember.

He believes the story.

He just wants you to tell people it didn’t happen because it affects his image. 

You’re so relieved you could cry, as you nod, holding back a smile. 

“Of course.” Your voice cracks but you can’t find it in you to care. “Of course, dear husband, I will tell them that it was just a misunderstanding, that the entire story is a lie.” Your knee bounces under the table as you resist the urge to look at Din.

Kodo nods towards the door.

“Then it’s settled. You’re dismissed.”

That’s it?

Holy shit, that’s it.

You have to stop yourself from sprinting out the door as you bow before taking slow steps out. 

In the hallway you glance at Din, staring into the visor with wide eyes before heading towards your chambers.

You don’t dare say a word on the walk back to your room, neither does he. 

You did it. 

You’re worried you're dreaming but you know for certain that you aren’t.

You actually fucking did it.

Din is fine, and he’s going to remain fine. 

It feels too good to be true and you just want to pull him into a hug and squeal like a kid on christmas. 

The walk feels like it takes ages as you make your way through the halls until finally you’re there. He opens the door for you as you step inside he shuts it behind you both. You turn towards him ready to just about scream with glee but he beats you to it, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around. 

When he sets you down he doesn’t even think about it as you feel the cool rush of air against your face, he lifts his helmet off nearly all the way with one hand, the other hand wraps around your waist he pulls you close, kissing your forehead before dragging his nose down your face like he’s using it to guide his way before pressing his lips to yours. You manage to shut your eyes before he pulls it off completely. 

He laughs, leaning in to kiss you again.

“You’re the only person I’ve met who wouldn’t look, you know that right?” He mumbles into the kiss before pulling back.

“That’s why I can’t look,” You open your eyes as you hear the airlock once more. “You make exceptions for me and I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I won’t regret it.”

“You might. So we’ll wait.” You play with the band that goes across the chest as he holds you close with his arm around your waist. 

“How long?” He sounds downright excited. 

“When I know you won’t regret it.”

“How exactly are you going to measure that? I’ve already decided I’m ready.” 

You know exactly when you’d be willing to look.

You would look if you were married to him.

But you won’t tell him that, solely because you don’t want him to want to marry you just so you’ll look, you want him to want it. And you haven’t even talked about marriage with him, besides your “jokes,” which definietly don’t count.

“I’ll let you know when I figure that out.”

You just stare at each other, you’re grinning at him and you’re certain he’s grinning right back at you. 

“We really did it. We’re okay.” You whisper as he nods. 

“You did it, I caused it.” 

“No more fighting. This is a happy night.” 

“Fine, if tonight's happy night then I have a surprise for you.” He makes his way to the closet as he says it, disappearing for a second before returning with a pair of pants and a cotton tunic, handing them to you. “Put these on.” 

“How could you possibly have a surprise, we’ve been in this room for days and up until a few minutes ago we didn’t know if you were going to be imprisoned for treason.” You take the clothes, turning around so he can unlace your gown, which he swiftly does. 

“I planned this surprise ages ago, I was just saving it for a special occasion.” He pulls each ribbon free and you let the dress slide off of you, stepping into the pants. 

“So what kind of surprise are we dealing with here?” You turn back towards him as you pull the shirt over your head. 

“The kind I know you’re going to love.”

“How can you be sure?” 

“Because you’ve been waiting for it.” 

He gets down on his knee in front of you, you inhale so sharply you nearly stumble backwards as he stares up at you.

This can’t be happening. There’s no way, you haven’t talked this over enough yet.

You should start considering the fact that he might be a genuine mind reader.

“Sarad’ika…” His helmet is tilted up at you, your heart is racing. 

Yes. 

You’re going to say yes.

You’re holding your breath, waiting for him to continue.

But he doesn’t.

Instead he reaches under your bed and pulls out a bundle of black fabric that you furrow your brows at. He stands and hands it to you, you hear him stifle a laugh.  

“Why are you looking at me like that, sarad, I was just getting this for you.” You shove him as he says it, your face getting hot.

“You’re an idiot.” You grumble, unfolding the fabric you see it’s a half cloak, there’s a veil over the hood that will completely conceal your face. 

“Oh, did you think I was going to- oh wow, princess.” He puts on an act of shock as you pull the cloak on, thankful that he can’t see the embarrassment on your face. 

“That wasn't funny.” 

“So you’re the only one allowed to make jokes?”

“If all your jokes are going to be like that then yes.” 

In all honesty, you aren’t upset in the slightest.

Because he’s alive and unharmed and capable of making jokes.

You couldn’t possibly ask for more right now.

“I’m sorry, maybe the surprise will make you forgive me. And make sure you thank Elaine at some point for that, she made it for you.” He chuckles, pointing at the cloak. “Come on, let’s go, we’ll have to stop at the cabin before we head into the city.” He takes your hand.

You forget all about his little stunt when you hear that, and your face lights up with excitement as you realize there’s only one place he could possibly be taking you if you’re going into the city past sundown.

I am no longer doing taglists so follow @lincolndjarinnotifs and turn on notifications to be notified when new chapters are posted !!

#lincolndjarin #the mandalorian #best kept secret #bks #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian fanfiction #the mandalorian x you #din dijarin x reader #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin fanfiction #mandalorian smut #din djarin smut

[marlynnofmany]

A Mystery Easily Solved

I’ve got to say, one of the best things about working on a courier spaceship is the downtime. Sure, some deliveries need constant monitoring, and some days we all need to multitask on other moneymaking ventures to make ends meet. But other times we’re doing fine moneywise, and there’s a nice long span of time until we reach our destination.

Today I was spending that time reading in the crew lounge, lying sideways on the couch so I didn’t fall through the tail gap, with Telly the ship’s cat purring against me.

Originally she was The Human’s Animal, restricted to my quarters, but that didn’t last long. Her adorable nature and pestcatching abilities won over everybody, even those of the crew who had exoskeletons that couldn’t properly appreciate how soft her fur was.

I was stroking that mismatched fur with one hand and holding up my reading tablet with the other when Mur walked quietly through.

(I say walk, though really there should be a different word entirely for movement that involves that many tentacles slapping against the floor.)

Anyways, I didn’t really pay attention. I was busy reading, and the lounge was open to anyone. Apparently the rest of the crew had other things to do, which was really their loss.

I didn’t notice when he walked by the first time, but when he came back, he was moving weirdly slowly. I peered around the tablet.

Is he trying to sneak up on somebody out in the hall? I wondered. He wasn’t looking at me, and the expression on his blue-black squid face was one of frowning concentration. I didn’t interrupt.

He moved into the hall, and did indeed have a conversation with someone there, but it was a hushed one that made me even more curious. I lowered the tablet as Mur came back in the company of Paint.

She also looked serious — a mottled orange lizardy person who was colored like the Painted Sunset she was named for, and who was rarely quiet or still. She seemed to be looking for something.

“What’s up?” I whispered. Telly flicked an ear, but only settled in deeper, still purring in a way that said she wasn’t going to give up her comfy spot any time soon. I kept stroking her while I set the tablet on the end table.

“There’s a mystery sound,” Paint whispered back. “Mur said it sounded like an engine problem.”

“We shouldn’t be able to hear any engines in this room, at least not that loud,” Mur said. “Did somebody leave a bit of machinery under a table?”

He seemed honestly baffled, and I hid a smile as it dawned on me what they might be hearing. “Which direction is it coming from?” I asked. “Is it over here?”

They did some careful listening and moved closer.

Mur climbed up on a chair. “Are you doing it??”

I shook my head, grinning and still petting the cat. “No, but you’re close.”

Paint moved in with her head turned sideways for listening. “Oh!”

“Oh what?” Mur demanded.

I shifted position just enough to disturb Telly, who stopped purring and raised her head with a meow of objection.

Paint laughed. “It’s the cat!”

Mur pressed tentacles against his own face. “I can’t believe I forgot they make engine noises.”

“They do,” I said with immense satisfaction, petting Telly again. “And I believe that serves you right for the tentacle-pop noise I couldn’t figure out awhile ago.”

He sighed like a deflating balloon. “Yeah okay, that’s fair.”

“How does she do that?” Paint asked, joining me in running a hand across Telly’s fur. “Oh, she’s so warm!”

Paint’s people are called Heatseekers for a reason. I told her, “She might sit on your lap if you’re still.”

Paint was of course delighted by this idea. Mur threw several tentacles in the air and declared he was off to do something productive with his time.

“Have fun!” I said. “We’ll be here petting the engine noises.”

He grumbled as he left. Telly made more sleepy meows when she was moved from one spot to another, but with two pairs of hands giving her ear scritches and attention, she settled down again.

Her purrs were loud, and Paint’s grin was full of joy.

~~~

The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come! And I am currently drafting a sequel!

#my writing #The Token Human #humans are weird #haso #hfy #eiad #humans are space orcs #cats #the sequel book is going well btw #just wrote a long conversation about food #and those are always fun in a multispecies setting

[moonchildstyles]

I would love to see something about prosecco harry going away for a little for a business trip and his pretty girl staying at his place waiting for him to come home! maybe something sexy with sexting while they're apart or even just something soft and domestic with her looking over the house while hes gone! whatever you come up with I'll love im sure!

wordcount: 10k+

—————

"You'll miss me, right?" 

"Of course, I will, pretty girl." 

Harry felt (Y/N)'s smile stretch as he nudged his nose against hers in a delicate puppy's kiss. Her cheeks were warm in his hands as he stood with her in the foyer, his bags packed and settled by the door in wait of him to leave for his early morning flight. 

"Even if I end up calling you in twenty minutes to help me get back to sleep?" 

"Especially then, sweetheart. Gonna wish I could turn right around and tuck you in." 

She always loved when he talked to her like that, the especially he always emphasized for her. 

(Y/N) puckered her lips and pressed a delicate kiss to his own through her smile, her fists tightening in his soft sweater where they laid on his shoulders. "You'll be back next Saturday, right?" 

"Mhm," he hummed, dotting another peck to her lips before pulling away and running his thumb over the same spot, "Another late flight, though. Don't think I'll land until two in the morning, so I won't be home until closer to three." 

"Okay," she sounded, still sounding just as dejected and pouty as she did when he told her about this trip, "Its still okay if I stay here while you're gone, right?" 

"Of course it is, pretty girl," he crooned, his smile going lopsided, "I need someone to watch over everything; make sure m'bed stays warm. Y'can do that for me, right?" 

Despite the sleepy set of her features, (Y/N) still gave him a sunshine-sweet smile as she nodded her head. 

Call him selfish, but Harry loved the idea of her waiting for him at home. Knowing she would be there for him the second he made the trek back, warm and sweet, was enough to have his heart pounding against his chest. Plus, he knew she would be safe and well taken care of here—the fridge was stocked with food he pre-prepared for her or easy things he knew she could accomplish, his place was closer to her school, and she could use his washer and dryer instead of going to the laundromat by her apartment. 

Rising to the tips of her toes, (Y/N) pressed a quiet kiss to the full of his smiling mouth. "Text me when you board and when you land, please.' 

"You know I will, pretty girl," he murmured, puckering his lips against hers before she could sneak away. "But, I don't want to get a single response from you, 'kay? Y'better be sleeping since y'woke up with me for this." 

She canted her head with a shy smile on her lips at his gentle scolding. "Okay, dad," she teased, "I'll go right to bed as soon as you leave, is that okay?" 

"Mhm," he hummed, a satisfied smile on his lips at her indulgence to him, "But I do want a text from you when y'wake up." 

"Deal," she cemented, hands on her shoulders as she pressed her lips to his one more time. "I love you." 

"I love you, too, pretty girl," he cooed, planting a handful of sweet kisses to her lips, "I'll be home soon." 

Mimicking his earlier actions, she nudged her nose against his in a tender puppy's kiss. Harry's goodbye to her lingered as he couldn't help but press a handful more kisses to her face as well as hug her as close to his chest as he could through layers of clothing. Several more promises to be home soon, that he loved her with all his heart, and missed her already before he finally detached himself from her and made the lonely walk to his car (it was only a handful of feet, he's just dramatic). 

The second he pulled away, Harry felt his phone buzz against his thigh. 

(Y/N)🎀

       call me when you can to put me back to bed pleaseeeee 

He didn't hesitate before he put his phone to his ear, the speaker ringing.

—————

Harry loosened his tie as the door to his hotel room clicked shut behind him, the lock mechanism tinkling a second after. He had a few hours to relax some before he would be needed at a dinner with some of the executives to go over how the day's meetings had gone. The thought of putting on his professional face for another couples of hours after today's never-ending list of client relations and marketing strategies was enough to have him sinking into his bed with exhaustion. The worst of it all? It was only day two. 

As much as he loved and was grateful for his promotion, he'd almost wished he was still in his previous position. He didn't have to worry about business trips back then. 

Instinctively, he reached for his phone he'd stowed away in the inside pocket of his jacket. He'd texted (Y/N) on and off throughout the day, mostly checking in on her and seeing how she was doing before offering a sentiment about how bored he was in-between meetings. Her thread was still up when he unlocked his phone, swiping through the photo of her he had set to his lockscreen. 

        I just finished with meetings for the day, but now I have to go to a business dinner in a couple of hours:/ Please save me.

Pressing send, he hoped his message would elicit some kind of laugh out of her. It felt odd using an emoticon in his message, but the little face showed exactly how he felt. 

Harry prepped himself for a couple of hours of relaxation while he waited for a response. He changed out of his suit, careful to hang his jacket up in the closet with his button down and slacks laying across the end of the bed. He'd change back into them before he left for dinner, but until then, he planned on napping in his boxers. 

By the time he was settled between the sheets, a quiet vibration rocked his phone where it was laid on the bedside table. 

(Y/N)🎀

        i totally would but you made a rule that im not allowed to even facetime you until i finish my american lit draft sooooooo ur on ur own :) 

Harry shook his head as he read over her text. For someone who went cross-eyed over a little bit of praise, she sure did love to be a brat at times. 

God, he missed her. 

        How's your project going, anyway? 

        And, watch the attitude, pretty girl. I thought you liked being my good girl.

Grabbing for one of the fluffy pillows he wasn't using, Harry tucked it between his arms, hugging it tightly to his bare chest. With an alarm set to alert him when he needed to start getting ready and out the door to meet the other executives, he allowed himself to get comfortable in his bed. If he pretended hard enough, positioning the pillow just right, it was like (Y/N) was still here. The only thing missing was the large crewneck of hers that she let him borrow while he was away, the softened fabric carrying her scent. But, he saved that for bedtime, so he could sleep with his nose buried in the neckline in hopes of inciting lovely dreams. 

Harry hadn't realized his eyes had closed until his phone buzzed in his hand, his eyelids shooting open. 

(Y/N) 🎀

        i have another couple of paragraphs to finish and then I need to double check my citations and everything but I should be done with it by tonight im so over it though I think my brain might be pudding at this point 

      i am your good girl im sorry:(((((( 

Her second message ticked up the corner of his lips. That's what he thought. 

         Take a break then, sweetheart. No use in pushing forward if you don't think you can give it your best. 

         Even if you're not done by the time its bedtime, I'll still let you FaceTime me. I know you've been working hard, so don't worry about that silly rule. 

It was a playful rule he'd put in place anyway, something to let her know that even though he wasn't physically with her, he was still looking out for her. Besides, he was selfish and he needed to see her face before he could fall asleep so far from home. 

(Y/N)🎀

         eeeek okay!! what time are you back from your dinner??? I'll try to finish before then but no matter what ill call you :)))) 

Harry would be forever grateful for the fact he'd spent so much time with her, that he could hear her voice in his head as he read her messages. Even the excessive punctuation had a noise—a hum, a squeal, or even a soft little gasp as she spoke faster than she could think. 

Messaging off the time he would, hopefully, be back at the hotel, he felt himself relax knowing that he was going to be ending his stressful day with a call from her. If he was lucky, his nap would spawn some dreams that he could fantasize about to get him through the stuffy dinner he had to sit through. 

If not, he'd just text her under the table.

—————

"What time do you have to be up in the morning?"

(Y/N) watched Harry sunk into the sheets of his hotel bed, white puffs of comforter framing his sleepy face. He'd just barely called her twenty minutes ago, and he was already minutes away from passing out for the night. 

"Mm, I think I have to be at breakfast by eight and then we have a conference at nine-thirty, so sometime before then." His voice was nothing more than a slurred mumble as he blinked sleepily at the screen. 

"You'll call me?" 

A slow spread of his lips turned into a tender smile complete with hooded eyes, a look (Y/N) couldn't help but get a screenshot of. "You know I will." 

"Thank you for still doing that," she smiled, fisting the emerald green sheet on his side of the bed that she was sleeping on, "I know you're busy, so its nice to still have those voicemails when I wake up." 

"They're jus' as much for me as they are for you, sweetheart," he got out just before he yawned, nose scrunched and mouth wide. Another moment she had to take a photo of, that she would have to terrorize him with the following day. 

"Yeah?" she asked, voice soft. 

"Mhm," he hummed with his eyes closed, that much closer to sleep, "Feels like 'm talking to y'even when I can't." 

At that, she felt a little bad knowing about the photo she had in her possession. She wasn't going to delete it, though. 

"Go to sleep, H. You don't have to stay on the phone with me, it's alright." 

"But—" 

"I promise its alright, really," she insisted, feeling guilty to be keeping him up knowing he had an early morning, "We can talk tomorrow, it's okay."

"You sure?" 

What a sweetheart he was, (Y/N) thought dreamily. His hair was a curling halo around his head, standing out starkly against the clean white of the linens dressing his bed, lips pink and puffed with his green eyes lidded heavily with sleep. While she would love to have this sight for the rest of the night, hear the heady rumble of his voice and the thick dredge of sleep making it that much rockier, she wasn't going to be the reason he had a hard day. From what she could tell, this trip was already draining enough, he deserved his sleep. 

"I'm sure, honey. I'll talk to you tomorrow." 

"Okay," he sighed, peeking his eyes open just enough, "Love you."

"I love you too, H. Sleep well." 

His features held a tender smile as they exchanged goodnights, his voice a quiet mumble as he repeated his love for her at least a handful of times after and laid it on thick with lazily blown kisses to the camera. Once the call ended, (Y/N) left with the thread of their messages she'd had up before his call came through. She already missed the sound of his voice. 

That was probably one of her favorite things about their nightly calls. Wrapped up in his sheets, his pillow tucked underneath her head, and his clothes adorning her body, his voice was the last thing missing to make her feel like he was right there with her. With her eyes closed on those calls, head to the pillow as he spoke to her, it was easy to imagine the curl of the comforter being his arms, the tight stretch of the sheets over her legs to be his own heavy ones tangled between, and the cushion of the pillow to be his bicep he usually offered for her to rest on. 

Sinking into the mattress, it wasn't the first time she felt that wave of missing him since he left. 

Though it always started innocently enough, wishing he was here or she was there with him, it was easy to land somewhere softer, warmer, and dreamier. She somehow always managed to call back to the night before he left, the hours they spent between these sheets and how sweetly he had murmured to her that this was how he was going to remember her while he was gone. He promised to remember her with glossy eyes, pouted lips, dewy skin and messy hair as he drove his hips between hers with heady slaps of skin filling the quiet of his room. He'd sucked delicate bruises into the skin of her chest, marking the swells of her breasts and even trailing down to the cage of her hip bones. They were the perfect, sore reminder of what she wouldn't be able to have again until he came home. 

(Y/N) didn't even think before she was maneuvering on his bed, turning to lay with her tummy against the mattress, face pressed into the pillow Harry favored when he slept. The fabric smelled perfectly of him—clean and warm—as she twisted over the mattress. A knot of the sheets formed between her thighs from the way she shimmed over the material, the bundle being just enough for her to rut into gently with spread legs. It wasn't enough to finish, not for a long shot, but it was enough to have her eyes rolling into her head with a shuddering breath racking her spine. 

Her imagination paired perfectly with her want for him, pretending it was his firm thigh and not the soft sheets between her legs, steady for her to grind into while he held her. She could pretend the pillow was the soft curve of his neck that she was burying her face into, his pulse under her lips with the full of his smell lingering in her system. Her chest expanded with a deep breath as she sucked in as much of his smell as she could, braless chest pressing into the mattress with her nipples catching on the creases of the sheets. 

But, it wasn't enough. It wasn't enough anymore to pretend he was with her, grinding down into his sheets with his smell tainting her brain. She needed him with her, even if only through the phone, to coach her through the rolls and sways of her hips, hear him tell her in real time how much he loved her and missed her and couldn't wait to hold her pretty body in his arms. 

With that, she settled herself down with a deep breath, grabbing for an extra pillow to wrap her arms around and pretend it was Harry. Hopefully he wouldn't be too tired tomorrow night for her, because she wasn't sure she could wait another four nights to have something more than bundled sheets between her thighs. 

—————

Rolling his neck, Harry glared up at the ceiling for the third time in the last ten minutes. This meeting was threatening to ruin his brain into mush if it dragged on any longer. This wasn't even his department, why did he have to be here? 

At the sound of another recap starting off, Harry did his best to hide the way he slid his phone out of his pocket under the table. His plan was to shoot off a text to (Y/N), asking her how her day was going, but he was pleasantly surprised to see a message already waiting for him on the screen. The preview seemed innocent enough, a small miss you being the most recent message with another containing a photo that had been reduced down to a tiny thumbnail. 

Swiping open the message, he expected to see a selfie of her pouting at the camera, exaggerated sadness marring her features. Those were the kind of photos she'd been sending him since he embarked on this trip (except for the one of himself yawning during their FaceTime she'd sent him, multiple times), always accompanied by a sappy text declaring she missed him too much and wouldn't be able to go on for whatever dramatic reason. Once the screen came to life, their messages materializing in a flick, his eyes widened for a moment.

Above her sweet claim of missing him, she sent him a photo of her in his bed.

It was sweet enough he figured, a shot of her from the chest up with her lips stretched into a soft smile. Her innocent features were the perfect opposition to the rest of the photo, the swells of her chest exposed with the help of a lavender colored bra, the lace delicate lace studded with crystals. The same marks he had sucked into her skin as his parting gift were now petite bruises dotting the ledge of her collarbones and touching at the tops of her breasts, the deep purple the perfect contrast to the lavender lace. From how well he knew her body, he could make out the shape of her nipples through the stitching, the buds peaking through he fabric. Even one of the straps to the top was sagging off her shoulder, just like he would have pushed it to be when he kissed over her neck, easing her into the sheets of his bed before he spread her legs. The dark bedding she laid upon was the perfect backdrop, inky like the night sky to make her the perfect star for his daydreams. 

And, she'd sent this in the middle of a meeting—one she knew he was in at the moment. 

Shifting in his seat, pants suddenly tighter than he remembered, Harry flicked his gaze upwards, feigning attention though he was itching to get back to more pressing matters. The other executives were nodding in and out of attention just as he was, only a few giving their all to the presentation. While Harry felt a bit bad for the poor group of fresh university graduates pitching their strategy, he didn't feel bad enough to lock his phone and glue his eyes to the front of the room. This wasn't even his department, so he was sure someone more well-versed in this side of the business would work with them. 

Dropping his eyes to his lap, (Y/N)'s photo still gently lighting up the screen, he typed out a response. While he was sure there was a clear direction she was trying to take with her messages, he wanted to ease into it, in case she really did just want to send a pretty picture of herself. 

     Not as much as I miss you, sweetheart. Looking so gorgeous it's making me sad I can't be there with you.  

He even did that thing she taught him, tapping and holding on her photo until an option to react to the message came up. He gave her a heart. 

Sitting with the thread open, he watched as the grey bubbles popped up, indicating her typing out a response he was getting more and more eager to read by the second. Harry felt his jaw tighten when the bubbles suddenly disappeared, leaving only the timestamp of when she read his text the only evidence she had been there. Now she was just being mean, playing with and teasing him. 

Until, another photo came through anyway.  

This one was cut off at her neck, leaving her pretty face out of it though he still could see stray strands of hair curling over her shoulders and grazing her collarbones. Her chest was still just barely cradled by the lavender bra she'd showed him, straps sagging down to middle of her biceps while her curved form was outline by his midnight sheets. Her tummy was soft and bare, the dips and curves highlighted by the soft light she'd illuminated his room with, an extra glimmer to her skin with the help of the flash from her phone. A matching pair of panties covered her modesty, surely adorned with matching  crystals just like the top, but Harry was much too distracted to really examine the piece. There was no way he was going to be able to find a handful of tiny sparkles when her hand was in her panties. 

The length of her arm, her shoulder shrugging into her form as if she were shuddering in pleasure, led down the waist of her underwear. Her hand disappeared under the fabric, leaving him to imagine the reach of her fingers prodding at her slit and the press of her palm to her clit, just as he learned she liked. 

The rest of her body was left just out of frame, leaving only a glimpse of her thighs, spread just for him and the camera she had positioned over her body. A moment later, a matching text came through.

(Y/N)🎀

      I think I miss you most:) 

With a clench of his fist, Harry didn't even think before he was clamoring away from the conference table, shoving back his chair. The newbies up front came to an abrupt stop, eyes wide, watching as Mr. Styles gave them a strained smile as he edged towards the door. 

"Excuse me," he tried his best at being polite for the moment, despite the disturbance he'd already made, "I need to use the restroom. I'll be back in a moment, don't worry about waiting for me." 

Slipping out into the quiet hallway, Harry took long strides to the bathroom he vaguely remembered seeing somewhere towards the end of the hall. He gave polite smiles to anyone he ran into in passing, but he was sure the curl was strained and unnatural. His pants were too tight at this point, and the collar of his shirt was beginning to suffocate him. 

The second he made it into the bathroom, breathing a sigh of relief when he noticed the space was empty, stalls and all, Harry pulled his phone out. It took him much too long to swipe through his lock screen, fingers stilted from being clenched in his pockets the whole walk. His chest squeezed when he saw the photo still pulled up in the thread, jaw tight and thighs rigid, before tapping through to her contact. 

Pressing the option to call her was made on autopilot, Harry eyeing himself in the mirror when he brought his phone to his ear. His free hand curled around the ledge of the counter as he lent over the sink. He looked a lot more put together than he felt. His hair was still perfectly styled, only a single strand of hair having escaped the hold of the gel and curling over his forehead, his clothing still perfectly pressed and without a crease, skin with a healthy glow. The only give away was the red flush working its way out of the neckline of his button-up and the inky black of his blown pupils. 

"Hello?" (Y/N) chirped on the other side of the phone, sounding much too unbothered considering what he knew she was doing in his bed. 

"(Y/N)," he drawled, voice heavy as he sucked in a deep breath. Was she still wrapped up in his sheets with her hand down her panties, or had she pushed them down to wrap around her ankles? Was her face pressed into his pillow like he knew she liked when he was fucking her from behind? Were her eyes teary from her unrelenting touch, just like he'd taught her? 

"Harry," she mimicked, a tease to her tone he wasn't sure she'd earned in that moment. 

"What are you doing to me, pretty girl?" he asked her, the grilling question coming out on a sigh, his chin dropping to his chest. 

"Oh, with the pictures?" 

A lopsided smile tugged at the corner of his lips. This girl. "Yes, the pictures, sweetheart. What are y'thinking sending them knowing 'm in a meeting right now?" 

"I just missed you, that's all." Her smile was audible through the speaker, Harry easily able to imagine the way she was surely pressing the blunt of her teeth into the soft flesh with a flutter of her lashes. The same look she gave him when he fit himself between her thighs and she already couldn't get enough of him. 

"Missed me bad enough y'had to put your hand in your panties?" he pressed voice falling deeper as the picture flashed across his eyelids with every blink. 

Finally, he seemed to have found a crack in her facade as a beat passed before he heard her voice again. "I-I keep thinking about you, and how you promised to remember me before you left. I've been remembering you the same way." 

Tucking his bottom lip tightly between his teeth, he was brought back to the night before he left. His hips were fit perfectly against her own, his chest pressing heavily against her own as he panted words of affection over her skin all the while she was squeezing him with every thrust through her walls. He promised he'd think of her every night, remembering the way she'd been such a good, pretty girl for him. He'd remember the fact he had the best girl waiting for him to come home and fuck her again, he'd told her. 

With his cock twitching in his pants, Harry couldn't blame her for getting worked up at the memory. 

"I've been thinking about that too, pretty," he crooned, the scolding he'd been preparing to give her falling away, "Wish so bad I was with y'right now, you know that?" 

A quiet whine filtered through his ears. "Just come home. Tell them there's an emergency and you have to come home early. Have someone take notes for you or something."

"I wish I could, sweetheart," his words came out on an airy laugh. She was cute, that's for sure. "But, I can't. We only have a few more days, remember? Then, it'll be me and you in whatever cute little pictures you want to take in m'bed." 

"But, that's not now," she whimpered, sounding a little too spoiled. He couldn't even be upset, though, he decided. He took such good care of her, she rightfully had high standards of what she wanted and deserved. It was exactly what he'd been trying to teach her from the first moment he took her out.

"C'mon," he coaxed her, voice tender, "Be a good girl, yeah? Be my good girl and be patient for me. Only a few more days, and I promise I'll let y'spend that first night sucking me off as long as y'want." 

"Really?!" 

Now that had his cock throbbing and his heart fluttering in tandem. He'd never met anyone who loved having his prick in their mouth as much as she did, his sweet girl. He'd taught her once, and now it seemed she loved giving almost as much as he did. 

"Really, but you've got to be sweet for me the rest of the time 'm gone. No more pretty pictures when 'm supposed to be working, got it?" His voice was stern enough he almost believed himself; almost believed he didn't want to see any more of her body during the meeting. For the good of his job, though, he was going to have to put an end to it until he could be somewhere private to properly worship her. 

"What if I send you one more right now, while we're on the phone? Does that still count?" He could hear the hope in her voice, and he swore his heart was going to jump out of his chest. 

"One more, pretty girl, then I need to get back to work and you're going to wait for me." 

The chirp of excitement he heard on the other end was enough to pull a breathy laugh from his chest. The phone went quiet after that, leaving Harry to run wild with his imagination as he dug his fingertips into the underside of the bathroom counter. 

A long, long moment later, his phone buzzed against his ear just before (Y/N) rejoined the phonecall, out of breath. "It's kind of blurry, but I was trying to be fast. I hope you still like it." 

"'M sure its going to be gorgeous, love," he murmured absently as he pulled his phone from where it was pressed to the side of his face. 

Swiping his finger across the screen, he made his way back to the thread of messages that was all but burned into his head at this point, a new photo waiting for him. She was right, this one was blurry, but that didn't make it any less enticing. The angle gave a perfect view between her legs, underwear discarded somewhere out of frame, leaving her glistening slit to be displayed for the camera. Her perfectly manicured nails were in the shot, too, spreading herself open for him, the same way he always had her do when he found his way between her thighs. 

Harry took his time, committing the photo to memory, tracing over every inch of her skin she so generously offered to him. What he wouldn't have given to lay his cheek against the soft inside of her thigh, lazily drawing his fingers through her folds and nudging at her clit just perfectly to get her panting for him. There'd be no need for these photos if he could just be there with her like he wanted. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to feign an emergency...

"Pretty girl," he sighed, voice heavy as he tried to decipher if his heart really was beating that hard or if he had two separate beats going on, "You're going to kill me one of these days, you know that?" 

"You liked it?" she bubbled off, sounding a little too shy to be the same girl that'd sent a trio of dirty pictures to him in the middle of the day. 

"Loved it, sweetheart. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous, jus' like I said." He could all but hear her keen laugh at the praise he laid on her, a bit of pride puffing his chest knowing he was making her happy. "But, I've got to get back to work now, yeah? Remember what we talked about, and be good for me, pretty. I promise I'll give y'a good reward for being so sweet." 

"Okay, H," she relented with a sigh, audibly deflating, "Miss you." 

"I miss you too," he crooned, softening some, "I'll talk to you as soon as 'm done here, though. I love you, so much." 

"Love you, too, honey." 

By the time his phone was securely stuffed back into his pocket and he was well on his way back to the conference room after his extended break, Harry couldn't help but start listing out possible emergencies that would earn him an early ticket back. 

—————

      Just got back to my hotel room. Are you still missing me, pretty girl?

It'd been a long few hours with her on his mind, resisting the urge to pull up her photos for the remainder of the meetings and conferences. She'd been pouty when he hung up the phone, the puff of her bottom lip audible even over the phone, making his heart ache almost as much as his cock to get back to her. But, he knew better than to try to excuse himself again or pull up her messages if he wanted to keep his head. Instead, he restricted himself to sit with his hands tightly clasped between his thighs, his mind stuck in the restroom where her voice echoed in his memory. 

The relief that flooded his system the second the day was dismissed was almost as satisfying as the palming he gave the bulge in his pants during one of the many, short bathroom breaks he snuck off to during those hours. He all but sprinted to the elevators as soon as his group returned to the hotel, tossing a wave over his shoulder after declining an invitation for drinks. 

Now, in the safety of his hotel room, he pulled up (Y/N)'s messages with no hesitation, typing out the first message they'd exchanged since their phone call. Her photos illuminated his screen, a bright spot in the dim hotel lighting as he shrugged off his suit jacket. The fabric became nothing more than a heap on the floor with his shucked off shoes thrown on top when her reply came through. 

(Y/N)🎀

     i haven't stopped missing u all day 

     ur alone now?

His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he read over the bubbles. The idea of her missing him—thighs spread with her hand between all while wrapped in his sheets—had his stomach tightening underneath the blocks of muscle adorning his torso. He was going to have to bring her along to the next one of these trips, he decided as he sunk into the edge of his mattress, this was torture not being able to see her in person. 

     I am. 

     Have you been doing anything while you've been missing me, pretty girl? Anything like this morning?

Maybe he was beating around the bush, dancing around the fact they both knew she was playing with herself this morning and that was all he wanted to get back to now that he could give her his attention, but he didn't want to push her. If she was no longer in the mood, he would happily FaceTime her while she heated up her dinner before he'd take a long, cold shower after hanging up.     

(Y/N)🎀

     that's alllllllll ive been doing today

     I've been lonely waiting for you to finally text me:(    

He could hear the messages being relayed in her voice, the long drag of the syllables as she would have gazed up at him with that perfect pleading look: wide eyes with a flutter of her lashes and glossy lips. Falling back onto the bed, the mattress bounced under his back as sunk into it with fantasies threading together behind his eyelids. 

That pleading look of hers on her softened features, clad in that new set he wished he could see in person, all the while wrapped up in his sheets. Now that he was alone, he indulged in the idea of her laid out on her back for him while he stood at the end of the bed, her legs spread open just for him the same way she had for the last photo, hand between them over her core as slick sounds filled his bedroom from the way she played with herself. 

A hiss escaped Harry's lips at the thought, the vision a little too easy to conjure up as he brought his free hand down to press over the bulge filling out his pants. 

       I'm sorry, sweetheart, I didn't think today was going to run so long. 

      But, I'm here now. I can help you, if you still want me.

Her responses came through almost immediately 

(Y/N)🎀

     of course I still want you 

     please help me h:( ive held off all day for you :(

     u miss me too right?

If not for the thin walls separating his room from his colleagues on either side of him, Harry would have called her immediately. He wanted to hear the sweet whine to her voice when she told him she'd waited all day for him, holding off from finishing all because he couldn't be right there with her in that moment. He wanted to tell her that he missed her so much, that he missed her body and the glide of his hands over her form and the soft of her skin as she welcomed him. 

For now, he would have to settle with a palm pressing into his dick with his free hand tapping away at his phone. This would have to be enough.

    I miss you so much, sweetheart, it's driving me crazy. I've been thinking about you all day.

Hesitating for a moment, Harry flicked is hooded gaze down to where his hand was positioned over the lump of his cock. It took him another second before he chanced the tap of the camera icon on his messages, the application opening up with a view of the wall in front of him displayed on the screen. He felt a bit silly angling the camera just right to give (Y/N) a look of his tented pants and his hand cupping the bulge. 

As soon as the photo was snapped and sent through the chat, Harry noticed the way it was immediately viewed by (Y/N), timestamp added just beneath the frame. A moment passed, though no bubbles appeared to indicate she was typing back a response. He hoped he hadn't scared her away—maybe he should have asked first before sending it through. 

Just as he was poised to type out a quick apology, he was interrupted by the shudder of his phone. A new message received. 

(Y/N)🎀

       harry this isn't fair:(

      you cant do that when I cant even be with you

Biting back his smile as he read her messages, Harry felt his breathing stutter. What he wouldn't give to have her here with him. 

Shuffling up the bed, he cushioned himself with the fluffy pillows and the tufts of bedding as he got comfortable. Setting in his phone down in the white fabric, he took a moment to pull his button-down from it's tucked-in state before working his belt open from the waist of his pants. The button fly was next, making enough room for Harry to pull the two sides open and display the grey material of his boxers in the dim of his hotel room. He'd been hard for hours, aching to feel some kind of pressure while wishing he could relieve the tight confines of his trousers. A couple of wet spots dampened his boxers from the amount of times he had to adjust himself through out the day, every time he chanced a thought back to her or a moment to gaze at her photos for a split second. Even just the touch of his fingers moving his pants out of the way elicited a sigh from him. 

He wasn't going to last long. 

    I wish you were here, love. I'd take such good care of you, I promise. Especially since you've been so good for me today, waiting for me like I asked. 

His head sinking into the downy pillows, Harry felt the curls of his hair halo his face as his eyes fell shut. While his free hand gently palmed over his cock, he allowed his imagination to wander, to pretend (Y/N) was sat astride his thighs in her pretty lavender set with her hand in his boxers and her kiss on his neck. The glossy lip prints she always left on his skin without fail was always his favorite to look at in the mirror after. 

(Y/N)🎀

    what would you do if I was there? 

Her message was simple enough when he finally cracked his eyes open to steal a glance, but it was more than enough fuel to have his heart rocketing in his chest. Where to even start?

    Can I see you again? Just so I know what to imagine. 

    And, could I see your pretty face, too? If that's alright with you, sweetheart. 

No answering text was shot off in response, only another set of photos that had Harry's mouth going dry and his cock jumping under his hand. The first one was sweet, a bright smile on his girl's lips as she beamed to the camera, creases and lines decorating her face from the width of her grin. Where he would expect to see the purple bra covering her chest, she was bare with only her arm barred across the swells of her chest, covering her nipples and squishing her cleavage together. Only a bit of guilt followed him as he slipped his hand underneath the waistband of his boxers, his fist wrapping around his length as he gazed at his smiley girl. 

When he swiped to view the second one, Harry felt a throb in his cock. He didn't know how she managed to angle her phone just so on his bed, but she'd made the perfect view between her folded and spread legs as she sat up, her body on display up to the shy smile on her lips. She still had that tiny pair of panties covering her center, but there was a distinct wet patch that couldn't be ignored even with the low lighting she had illuminating his room. Her arm was no longer going across her chest, instead both of her hands were planted in the tufts of sheets cradling her body with her back arched and biceps pressing her bare breasts together. 

She had only his bedside lamp on, that much he could tell with the way the amber light glided over her form and touched at the highlights of her body and warmed the dips and curves that were touched by shadows. Her skin glimmered in the light, a sheen of sweat no doubt having accumulated as she laid around in his sheets with her hand between her legs for hours on end. 

 A heavy breath left Harry's lungs as he bucked up into his hand. 

     You're so gorgeous, sweetheart. You're going to kill me one of these days, I mean it. Can't handle all this. 

      You want to know what I'd do with you if you were with me right now, looking like that?

Her response seemed almost automatic.

(Y/N)🎀

      please 

Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from his boxers, wanting to type the message out quickly for her. He had a feeling she needed this more than he did, especially with the knowledge that she'd been waiting for him for hours. His breathing grew heavy as he imagined every word he typed out, how tightly she would squeeze him, how the bottom half of his face would no doubt be covered in her slick after spending some tight between her legs, and the privilege he would have to kiss her through the heady thrusts of his hips he ached to give her. 

       I promised to reward you, right? That would be the first thing I'd do for you, sweetheart. Have you sit for me just like in your pretty picture, right over my face so I could take care of you just right. You'd like that too, right? I wish I could feel you all over my face, right now, pretty. I think that could make me cum all by itself. 

       But I know how much you like taking care of me too. I might cum just thinking about you being here, sitting on my lap and bouncing on my cock making all those pretty noises you know I love every time you take all of me inside. But, you'd have to stop and kiss me for a little just so I don't forget what those pretty noises taste like. 

The second he shot off the messages, Harry couldn't find it in him to hesitate before he had his boxers and trousers pushed to the mid his thighs and his shirt pushed up his chest. His cock bobbed heavily against the small of his stomach, a pearly coating shining on the head from the precum that had spread over the skin. His breathing was stunted as he fisted his length, passing his hand over the shaft in rough strokes that had his thighs clenching. The spiral in his stomach was much too tight to be safe this early in with taking care of (Y/N), the thought forcing his hand to slow over his prick. He needed to make sure she was happy and satisfied before he would follow. 

When he felt the buzz of his forgotten phone in his hand, he was expecting a response to his texts. Instead, he was greeted with a notification telling him of a video she had sent him, the prospect of what she could have filmed causing a flex in his biceps as he sucked in a breath. The walls were too thin for him to even attempt to let out the groan that was building in his chest. 

Swiping open the notification, their thread of messages was occupied by the blurry thumbnail of the video she'd sent him, Harry able to make out that it was her hand in frame, cradling the split between her thighs. Cautiously, he turned up the volume on his phone just enough before pressing play on the video. He hoped she'd been kind enough to record those pretty noises he'd texted her about. 

The video started with a view of her body from above, as if he were sitting between her legs and had the privilege of looking down at her. Her bare chest was heaving with breaths that were heavy enough he could hear them through the phone, nipples peaked. His attention was quickly stolen by her hand that ran over the soft of her tummy, the camera following it's path before it was revealed she had ditched her underwear. Her legs were spread wide open for him, bent at the knee just like he'd seen in the thumbnail before she slipped her hand over her glistening core. The dreamy sigh that she exhaled was perfectly complimented by the sound of her wetness spreading between her fingers. 

"Harry," she breathed out, back arching off the bed with a shuddering breath as she toyed with her budding clit. Every time she tried to say more, the words died on her tongue before they could become much more than a breathy sigh or a broken syllable, the swell of her breasts rippling with every sharp inhale. He knew she'd finally pushed a finger inside when everything stopped for a moment, her thighs wrapping around her own hand as she massaged her clit with her palm and the spongey spot inside he had introduced to her. "O-Oh my god, Harry, please." 

Every thrust of her finger elicited the sweetest noises, the same ones that played on a loop in his head during every shower he'd taken since this trip started. Breathy gasps and half-moans cycled through before he could tell she'd added another finger. Then, she graduated to stunted breathing and soft uh's that coincided with every stroke of her fingers through her walls, pressing firmly on the soft spot nestled inside. 

Just when she brought the camera closer to see just what she was doing between her legs, the video cut off. Almost five minutes of Harry's own personal porno. 

He couldn't stop himself from viewing it more than once, eyes falling closed as soon as the slick noises started between her legs. His hand on his cock was tight, fisting at the base every time he drew too close to the edge despite the fact he couldn't bring himself to stop touching all together. The only thing helping him abstain from reaching his orgasm too quickly, was knowing how close (Y/N) sounded in her video—she needed him to hold on a bit longer. 

      Sw eetheart, you're going to make me cum fuck 

     Uou know I love your noises, pretty, can't handle seeing you like that at the same time 

     fuck I wish I was with you right now I should be the one fingering your pretty pussy 

His hands were shaky as he typed out the string of texts, but he didn't bother with editing or reading anything over. Especially not when he turned the camera function on again, angling it down to catch the way he passed his fist over his length in heady strokes. 

Pressing record, Harry documented every thrust of his prick through his fist, every tight squeeze he gave to his base so she knew just how close he was to blowing it, and the clench of his muscles. As much as he wanted to moan for her, give her the same show and let her know just how much he was effected by her, he stifled it all down with the reminder of the hotel walls. he was restricted to sighs of her name and curses mumbled under his breath. Slick noises filled in the gaps with every blurt of precum that left his tip and streamed down to meet every pass of his hand. 

Sending the video off, he forced himself to slow his strokes, too aware of how easily it would be to let himself cum all over his hand and end the night early before he was sure his sweetheart was sated and happy. He waited as he saw she'd read the message, hopefully watching the video as the minutes passed. By the time it was approaching ten minutes since she'd said anything, Harry couldn't help the bit of pride that puffed his chest and had his eyes closing as he sunk into the mattress. 

He liked to think she was watching it more than once, keeping her from sending any other messages while her hands were busy. 

Harry only realized his eyes were still closed at the prospect when his phone buzzed in his hand, interrupting the lazy rhythm he was curating with his cock. 

(Y/N)🎀

       harry I m going to cum o my god 

      I watched ur vido like 4 times whatthe fuck

      m so close harry I wish you were here 

A smug curl of his lips took home on his features as he read over her texts. How she could be funny at a time like this, typos and all, made his chest hurt. God, he missed her, and not just because he wished he was pounding her into the mattress at the moment. 

     go ahead and cum for me sweetheart youve been so good for me today 

     keep fingering your pussy for me and cum 

     I wanna see it pretty girl 

The fact she was so close, especially when she didn't immediately respond after viewing his messages, had Harry working his fist over his length in rough strokes. His thumb traced over the head of his prick, drenching himself in his precum that he imagined was (Y/N)'s spit from the way she tended to get a little sloppy every time she got on his knees for him. As soon as he saw her—watched her finish with a video or even just a photo of her drenched fingers—he wasn't going to be able to hold back. 

His wish came through only a moment later, another video notification. 

His hand was shaky as he opened up the video and pressed play as soon as he could. The timestamp was much shorter than her last one, but Harry didn't expect himself to be disappointed with the way she immediately had the camera positioned just above where her hand was working between her legs, only her soft tummy, bent thighs and her hand between them in frame from how close she'd brought him. Her nosies were sweet and keening in the back, though they were muffled under the sound of her slick wetting her thrusting fingers. The real shining moment came when he saw the familiar clench of her thighs as she fought to keep them open, the muscles straining and shaking just before her hips bucked up with an arch to her back off camera. Her breathing was choked and stilted just before the sweetest whines of his name filtered through the speakers. Harry watched as she worked herself through her orgasm, rhythm sloppy and erratic, his cock throbbing in his hand as he ached to feel the clenching of her walls around his length. 

If it wasn't already overwhelming enough seeing such an intimate moment play out on his phone screen, Harry watched as she settled down with a deep breath. Just when he thought she would cut the scene, he got the perfect view of her pulling her fingers from inside, drenched in her sticky wetness that gleamed in the light. His mouth dropped open as he watched a particular string of her cum connecting the tip of her finger to her slit just before it bowed and broke the farther she moved away. 

It was then that it ended, leaving him with a thumbnail of her glittery fingers coated in her cum. 

Harry wished he had a working brain so he could text her something, anything to tell her how gorgeous she looked cumming for him and how well she did for him all day. He wanted to tell her how badly he wanted to be there with her, how he would clean her up so well and make sure she'd cum another two times before he would let her relax for the night. He wanted to tell her he loved her if nothing else, but that was cut short the second he didn't have it in himself to stop the stroking of his hand over his length. 

He was finishing just behind her a moment later, the vision of her cum-soaked fingers bright on his phone screen just before he shuttered his eyes. His moans were stifled in his chest though he couldn't help the quiet gasps that filled his hotel room once the spiral in his stomach had popped like confetti. He came in ribbons out of his cock, the streams shooting far enough he was left with stray streaks over his chest while the rest dripped down his length and decorated his hand. 

His thighs were tightly clenched, matching the set of his abs while he worked himself through the throes. The slick of his cum meshed with his aching gasps, emulating the wet sounds that he'd heard through his phone only moments ago. The noises managed to slow as he came down, his heavy breathing becoming the most prominent sound in the silent room. With a squeeze to the head, Harry felt himself sink into the bedding around him, his muscles deflating. As much as he wanted to lay with his lax limbs and closed eyes, recovering in the tufts of bedding around him, he had one more job for himself. 

Blinking his eyes open, he searched for the phone he had dropped at some point he didn't remember. Blindly reaching around, he found it by his hip, the messages with (Y/N) still pulled up. He made quick work pulling up the camera application one final time, taking a shot of his cum drenching his hand and softening length as well as the streaks that dotted across this chest, whiting out some lines of his butterfly tattoo. 

As soon as the photo was sent off, he retracted his hand from around his length, much too sensitive now that his brain was shifting back into place. Running his clean hand through his hair, he gazed up at the ceiling as a lazy smile touched his features. 

Taking his phone along with him, Harry made it to the bathroom, ready to clean himself off while he waited for a response from (Y/N). Just as he finished running pieces of tissue across his chest after washing his hands, a ping sounded from where he left his phone on the bathroom counter. 

(Y/N)🎀

      I've stared at that for 10 minutes and im so close to crying 

      I cant get horny again harry its not fair:(

He shook his head at her dramatics, an airy laugh exhaling from his lungs as he made his way to his luggage. Making quick work of dressing into comfortable clothes for the remainder of the evening, Harry settled back into his bed just before pressing his phone to his ear with a pending call. 

"Hello?" (Y/N) chirped, sounding decidedly drained compared to this morning. 

"How are you, gorgeous?" Harry asked her in greeted, a certain gravel to his tone. 

A sigh sounded on the other end, the rustle of his sheets fluttering in the background. "Cold."

"Cold?" A furrow pinched his brow. If Harry was being honest, he was hoping for something more along the lines of her being satisfied and maybe a little sleepy. 

"Yeah, I'm cold," she pressed, "This is usually when you hold me and tell me you love me and kiss me even if my face is messy. But, you're not here, so I have to pretend your pillow is you and that your clothes are enough to keep me warm." 

"Oh, sweetheart," he sighed with a laugh, running his hand through his hair, "I wish I was there, too. Definitely not enough to pretend you're with me with that sweater y'let me borrow. Gonna have to cuddle y'so hard when I get home, huh?" 

"Yeah, you've got to make this up to me," she pouted, but Harry could hear the smile in her voice. "But, maybe you can start by staying on the phone with me until I fall asleep?" 

"I can do that for you, pretty," he crooned, situating himself beneath the covers on his own bed. 

The sleepy sigh he heard on the other line had his heart almost bursting from how much love he felt in that moment. Sure, it wasn't the same not having her right there, hearing her voice in real time, but this wasn't so bad, he decided. He still got to tell her he loved her and put her to bed the same way he would if he were tucked around her body and not a hotel pillow. 

"Can you tell me about your meetings?" she asked, a slur already entering her voice, "I think that would put me to sleep really fast." 

A huffed laugh came from Harry's chest. 

"Anything y'want, sweetheart." 

—————

Stepping over the threshold of his front door, Harry was greeted by a quiet house. Though it was three in the morning, and he'd told her not to wait up for him, he had almost hoped she would have disobeyed him and stayed up. Nonetheless, he made quiet work of taking his shoes off by the door, his luggage taking a stop in the laundry room so he could get started on it tomorrow morning, doing everything as quick as possible so he could join his girl in bed. Just as he'd started the trek up the stairs, he heard her voice break through his quiet home. 

"Harry? Is that you?" 

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "'S me, sweetheart. What are y'doing up, hm?"

She didn't give any response as he made the turn towards his bedroom, finding the door cracked open just enough to left some light bleed through, a single lamplight lit. 

Pushing through, a teasing tone took his voice as he pressed, "I thought I told y'not to wait up fo—"

(Y/N) was wide awake, in the same pose as the picture he'd had to talk himself out of twice now from making it his lockscreen. Her legs were folded underneath her and spread with the light lavender fabric of her panties on display, crystals sparkling in the light. Her hands were fisted in the sheets of front of her, bringing an arch to her back with her arms pushing her lilac covered breasts together. A beaming smile covered her features, even if the curl was a little shy once he reached her eyes. 

"What's all this?" Harry asked as he stalked towards her, bottom lip stuck between his teeth.

Her response was too simple for the way it got his heart beating almost out of his chest. 

"Welcome home." 

—————

ahhhh!!! a little worried this is ooc for them but i hope everyone likes it! thank you sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if you have any requests or ideas of your own please send them in!

#anon #writing #harry #harry styles #harry one shot #harry imagine #harry blurb #harry x reader #older harry #harry smut #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #older harry styles #harry styles smut #harrys house #as it was #love on tour #music for a sushi restaurant

[pastel-pillows]

Finally free of Hawkins Billy makes his way back to California after years away where he makes a special stop at his favorite diner.

Word count: 8925

No warnings!

“One all American breakfast, extra bacon, extra crispy, with a black coffee, extra hot. Banana nut French toast with a side of sausage and orange juice and an Ella’s original with water, coming right up.”

The sun had just barely made its home in the sky for the day yet the diner was already bustling, silverware on ceramic plates and chatter mixing into an ambient background noise that mingled perfectly with the wafting scent of brewing coffee and frying foods. Large windows let in unfiltered light to bathe the small diner in a natural glow and despite the early hour, most everyone seemed to genuinely be enjoying the welcoming atmosphere the building was bringing in, content, and some admittedly sleepy, faces all at peace.

“Thanks Hun, you’re the best.” A wrinkled hand held out the menus for you to grab, her other one patting the top of your hand in a silent ‘nice to see you gesture’ as you grab them.

“It shouldn’t be too long of a wait, most of the morning rush has been seated and served.” Tucking the menus underneath one arm you turn your attention to the toddler seated next to the older woman to ruffle his hair. “Would you like some crayons, little man?” Flipping the paper place mat in front of him over you pointed to the drawings and little mazes printed on it, all things he’d seen many times before but was nonetheless excited each and every time you showed him them.

“Here you go sweetheart.” The bell over the door chimed while you were grabbing the cup with worn down and, unfortunately, mostly broken crayons, so you call out over your shoulder that you’d be with whoever had just walked in, in just a minute. “Who’s the lucky person you’re coloring for this time?”

Having known the Hannigan’s from the summers you’d spent with your grandmother, you’d become quite familiar with their kids and in turn their grandkids and had several juice-stained pieces from Jackson pinned to the fridge in the kitchen of the restaurant. You didn’t get to hear his answer, the door chiming once more covering up the gentle reply from the timid kid so you just nod to pretend that you’d heard what he said and then promised to be back soon with their food and to check on his masterpiece.

By the time you made it back to the podium up front, no one was there to be found. A quick scan told you that whoever had come in had either gone to the counter to pick up an order or had gotten too impatient and simply left.

“He already left, sweetheart. Grabbed some pastries and booked it.” Helen reading your searching face gestures to the small glass display to illustrate her point. “Must’ve been on the road and in a hurry, I didn’t recognize his face, real quiet kid too, he didn't say much.”

“Thanks for taking him, I got caught up talking to Jackson about his art.”

“If only I was thirty years younger, he was a cute little thing.” Helen waves away your thanks in favor of cooing over the mystery man with the sweet tooth and how she would’ve eaten him up back in her day.

“Your mailman is going to be heartbroken.” You shoot a quick glance over the counter to see Sabino still cooking and take the chance to lean over the counter and gossip about Helen’s love life. “ The sailor, too.”

“Honey, there is plenty of me to go around, even at my age a good time is a good time. You should really be getting out there too, we can manage a shift or two without you, you know? The place isn’t going to crumble if it’s just us and you need to have fun while you’re young.” In between stories of her rendezvous Helen loved to urge you to follow in her footsteps and take the good that was offered, or at the very least spend time anywhere that wouldn’t leave you smelling of burnt coffee and fried foods. Her own kids had grown and left some time ago and she’d taken to you with an almost maternal, maybe more older sister role and was no stranger to worrying over you.

A pair of plates scraping as they slid across the tiled ledge drags your sight from Helen’s scrutinizing, albeit well-meaning gaze to a plate of French toast stacked sky high with whip cream, chopped nuts, bananas and powdered sugar and a much more modest one of eggs, hash browns and bacon. “Better get that, Jackson hates when the whip cream melts before he can eat it.”

It wasn’t that you weren’t interested in going out; California was thriving –the place to be with seemingly new things coming out every day, but you needed to save. A car wasn’t going to buy itself and waking up at four every morning to catch the bus to make it to the diner on time wasn’t something you wanted to do forever and as much as you like rooming with Lisa, a place of your own was eventually the goal.

Your shift passes slowly after that, thoughts of what girls your age were doing occupying your mind, daydreams of nights out and shopping trips mixing with the fried scent of reuben sandwiches and chicken tenders as the morning crowd bled into the afternoon lunch rush.

Helen’s words left you longing for both the things you were missing out on and the parties you’d gone to in high school. You hadn't realized just how much you’d missed having simple mindless fun until today. The memories of his laughter echoed in the back of your head through your afternoon chores and well into the evening, your dreams were water colored that night, pretty but distant and just out of reach.

“Morning Hun.” Sabino, the only person to get there earlier than you, sat at an empty table with a mixing bowl full of fruit loops in front of him and a steaming cup of coffee which he slides to empty space on the other side for you to enjoy.

Sliding into the seat, you lay your head down on the table and wrap your palms around the warm ceramic to both enjoy the last dregs of sleepiness and allow yourself to fully let the approaching work day settle in in the peace of the morning. After a good ten minutes had passed, the bell on the front door chimes once, then twice– and finally a third time to let you know Helen, Marie and Dennis had made their way in and that it was time to chug your now lukewarm coffee and start getting things ready.

The morning prep goes fairly painlessly and as the sun creeps up people began to trickle in, all of them just as heavily lidded and reluctant to leave the cozy promise of beds and sleep that came with nightfall as you had been, but perking up at the smell of coffee and grilling bacon that saturated the air .

“Welcome to Cecil’s, will you be dining with us or ordering to go?” It was barely fifteen minutes past the hour when the bell chimes signaling another customer had come ambling in. Marie was hosting today and you can just barely hear her greeting the patron with an enthusiasm that could only come from someone who was as new to the workforce as she was, fresh faced and eager with everything ahead of her.

There was a longer than usual pause and you heard Marie speak again. “Sir?” Just a few more seconds pass and a deeper voice responds with three words that had you craning your head to peek around the corner where you’d been setting out the pastries.

“Coffee, to go.”

Marie repeats his order to confirm. “One black coffee to go. Can I get you anything else this morning? They’re just putting the pastries out, we make them ourselves.”

“Just the coffee, thanks.”

“Yes sir.” Knowing you should probably brush it off as someone who just sounds familiar, you find yourself quickly stacking the last of the muffins and closing the display to finish before Marie is done pouring the coffee to get a glimpse of the man up front.

Rounding the corner you make it in time to see Marie putting the pot of coffee back, she’d given him decaf on accident, with no one else up front. “Marie?”

“Yeah, hun?”

“Can you cover for me real quick? I need to check on something.”

“Sure thing, honey.”

He was still there, sitting with one hand resting outside the window of his car holding a cigarette that he wasn’t smoking, head tilted back and eyes locked firmly on the roof of his car, the coffee he’d just bought was placed on his dash with the lid popped off and several sugar and creamer containers were open and emptied alongside it.

To everyone, including yourself, he looked to be just another man who was taking a moment to collect himself before the start of another day. To those who paid just a little more attention he looked nervous, the hand holding the dwindling cigarette shaking slightly at the sound of your approaching footsteps.

“Billy?” He could hear the sun in your voice, feel the warmth.

“Hey Princess.” He offered an easy toothy grin as if him stopping by to say a quick hello was a common occurrence.

“I knew I recognized that voice. I didn’t know you were back in town, are you visiting family?”

“I’m just here for a few days on my way through town, then I'm heading out.” Billy flicks the butt of his cigarette to ash it, the cherry burning upwards on a smoke he’s only taken one drag from.

“That’s a shame, it’d be nice having you back around. You always had a way of shaking things up.” The chime of the bell over the door alerts you to Marie before the call of your name does. “Stop in for breakfast before you go, yeah? I’m on for the next three days, all opening shifts. I’ll have our chef Sabino make you his famous peanut butter banana nut waffles.”

You pat the hood of his car a few times and bid him goodbye over your shoulder while making your way back into the well-loved diner for the rest of your shift, a skip only your coworkers would notice had been added to your step.

After two weeks had gone by, you were sure that Billy had simply come and gone, sparing a quick stop to say hi to a highschool friend before disappearing to wherever his final destination would be. The coast was your guess, somewhere quiet, but not isolated where he’d always be close to the water. He’d always loved surfing on warm days where he could relax while digging his toes into the sand and watching the waves lap at the shore on the cooler ones.

It was a short meeting but it left a lasting impression on you, memories flitting through your mind while you worked for the rest of the day.

The trailers were just coming to an end when you’d finally made your way into the theater, the opening scenes filling the screen while you balanced your popcorn, soda and candy in one hand and your purse in the other, the narrow aisles seeming smaller with every seat already full for the debut showing of Terminator 2. Even in the dim lights, it was obvious tonight was going to be a sold out show.

“Do you mind if I sit here?” Every empty seat you managed to find was filled by a bag or stray sweater to signal it was being saved for a friend or already taken by someone who were making a quick dash to the concessions for a refill on popcorn and coke, having already downed theirs during the ads for upcoming movies and new products.

“I’m sorry my friend is sitting here, she just went to the bathroom.” Linda Hamilton’s voice booms on the speakers just as the girl was talking, her words hushed and nearly lost by the on screen presence, but the apologetic expression was more than enough to let you know exactly what she had said.

A shout of your name brings your attention to a row towards the back where you were surprised to see Billy waving you over, his tenor deep enough it cut through the boom of the music sequence to show you that he was pointing to where there was an empty seat next to him.

You had to squeeze past more than a few people to reach him, awkwardly shuffling sideways while being sure not to step on anyone’s toes as you made your way down the aisle to where he sat next to the seemingly only open seat left in the theater. “You always were there in my time of need, I might just start to think you’re my hero.”

“You’re here on your own?”

“Sara was supposed to get here earlier to save seats but she called last minute to cancel.” You had a sneaking suspicion that her sudden change in plans had something to do with the new coworker she’d met last month named Michael, his name had been popping up in more and more of your conversations and you knew it was only a matter of time before her work crush turned into something more. Juggling your stuff, you managed to get your sprite into the drink holder and tuck your bag underneath the seat before collapsing into it with a relieved sigh. As used to being around strangers and making pleasantries as you were from work, it was nice to settle beside someone you knew on your day off.

The movie was ok and Billy was sure he would have liked it had he gotten more of the story but his attention was divided between you and the big screen, his eyes having a hard time choosing between the fast paced action scenes up ahead and your delighted face as you crunched away on your treat. In that hour and a half, he learned a few things: you like to talk during movies, soft enough that only he could hear your whispered commentary and jokes, you alternated between salty and sweet, for every few handfuls of popcorn you would toss a mouthful of reese's pieces into your mouth for balance, and no matter how many times he declined your offer of snacks you’d always offer again a few minutes later, never content until he was eating too.

“Did you see the Hospital escape?” By time the movie had ended you’d made your way through all of your Reese’s pieces and soda but still had about half of your popcorn left, you were clutching it to you and still snacking on it as you recited the film you’d just seen back to him in a dramatic play by play. “I never saw the first one, but Sara had insisted this was going to be the ‘it’ movie of the summer. You saw the first one, right? How did this one hold up compared to it?”

Like it was a habit you’d been doing forever you leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder as you walk through the lobby and towards the parking lot, the tub of popcorn being shoved into his view from time to time in your never ending bid to feed whoever was around you. He tensed at the contact initially, but relaxed as you walked in stride with him, the warmth of your head against his bicep bleeding through the denim of his coat. The arm that wasn’t clutching the butter stained container to your chest looped its way around the arm you were leaning against to offer you an easier time keeping pace with him.

Outside the sun had reached the final stages of setting, the darkness crowding the streaks of crimson and orange and snuffing out the last of today to get ready for the morning to come. It was still warm, made bearable by the breeze that drifted in from the west. You walked absentmindedly with Billy to his car, side by side like no time had ever passed and waited until he was by the driver's door to hand him the rest of your salty snack before wishing him a good night.

“Hey, wait, you have a ride?” He rested against the car with one arm, the other digging into the pocket of his jacket to grab his cigarettes and lighter.

“I walked here, Sara was supposed to meet me at my apartment and we were going to head here together since my place is just around the block.” Your thumb pointed behind you to show the direction you'd be heading and to give him some reassurance that you didn't have far to go to make it home.

Billy opened his mouth to say something. He'd wanted to insist on a ride, tell you to be safe, ask if you were sure; instead he pursed his lips together and brought the lighter to the end of his cigarette and just nodded.

“I’m glad I was able to see you one more time before you left.” He wondered if you could feel the way his body froze when you wrapped your arms around his frame to give him a quick hug, thanking him for watching the movie with you, or the way it relaxed as you did that same little squeeze right before you let go to say goodbye, just as you’d done since you were kids. He thinks you did when you turned back around for another hug, a fast one, clinging to him for the briefest second almost like you were making up for the goodbye you never got to have back then.

If he thought back far enough, he could remember what it was like before, before his mom had left, before Hawkins, before the mind flayer.

You’d been together from the start from kindergarten with Mrs.Mayo, where he’d been paired with you as your walking buddy. Your school in California had been a lot different from the one in Hawkins– rows of buildings connected like a strip mall with no hallways. The school had been fenced in of course, but they had you pair up for safety anyway and when it came time to take you to the cafeteria or the play area they’d line you up and have you walk side by side.

Everyday, multiple times a day he’d find himself next to you, marching in rows to get lunch or visit the library, but he never minded, you were nice, you liked to talk and you always shared your animal crackers on the walk back from the elementary rooms to the preschool and kindergarten area.

It didn't take long for his teacher-assigned partner to become his best friend.

He’d spend recess walking on the wooden beams that lined the wood chipped area of the playground, balancing on the thin strips and pretending you were on a pirate ship and walking the plank. Billy remembered taking turns with Selena, you and Andrew on the swings, competing to see who could get the highest before jumping off and bragging that he’d be able to swing high enough that he could loop around the metal bar. He’d hog one of the swings for the entire play time trying to soar over the top but had never managed to.

Even in class you’d been together, your desks arranged into pods of four that made up the ‘blue group’ were pushed flush together, blue construction paper taped to the forward facing side with your names written in your own messy scrawls. No matter how far back he’d thought, there was never a moment you weren’t a part of, something he’d only realized after replaying your night at the movies together.

It was an easy friendship to have.

It became a hard friendship to maintain.

You weren’t oblivious, he knew you weren’t, you’d seen the change. You heard the way playground roughhousing had evolved into high school rumors of vandalism, hookups and bullying, but Billy was still Billy, at least to you and when the lunch bell rang, he'd wait around your classroom and walk side by side with you to his car where you’d pile in with a mixture of his friends and whatever girl he was with that week.

“Let’s get Jack in the Box, those tacos have been calling my name since the second period.” Sid had one arm looped around your shoulder and one around the driver's seat where he was patting Billy’s chest to emphasize his need for the fast food tacos. “I’m sure our girl here could go for some onion rings.” He jostled your shoulder knowing if anyone could sway the vote for today’s lunch excursion that it’d be you.

“Curly fries do sound really good.” His eyes were on you, visible through the rear view mirror.

“Can we get McDonald’s, Billy? I’d die for a milkshake right now.” The front seat was occupied by Amanda who was using the visor’s mirror to swipe on some lip gloss.

With one hand on the wheel and the other on Amanda’s thigh, Billy backed out of his parking spot, the rubber of his wheels leaving black marks on the pavement as he peeled out “A milkshake sounds good to me.”

“Come on man, even she wanted Jack in the box.” Defeated Sid slumped into his seat, a pout on his face at the lost opportunity to fix his midday cravings.

“An apple pie sounds good, too.” Your hand found Sid’s arm to give it a squeeze.

“I didn’t want an apple pie.” Through the mirror you could still feel his gaze, heavy, intense, and entirely focused on you as the car sped down the road towards town.

At the time it’d seemed like a good idea, in his mind at least, to push you away. It’d be easier for you both if you were the one who chose to walk away, he’d had plenty of experience with that and he knew if that was how things ended, he would at least be ok.

You’d known he was going to move, a few of your friends had gotten together in the dried creek behind his house to get wasted, say goodbye with jokes and talk about how he was planning to blow that ‘Midwest shithole’ that Susan had found for them in the middle of nowhere. You’d all stayed well past the setting sun, watching the running oranges and red dampen into a star-smattered sky while passing around the cheapest bottle of vodka that Wayne had been able to get his hands on.

The burn of the cheap booze sat in your throat even after the bottle had been handed from you to Billy to Wayne then to Sid, the bitter taste masked only by the bottle of apple juice you’d been nursing on the side.

“This year is going to blow without you man. Why’d your sister have to go try and run away like that?”

“She’s just a kid.” You defended.

“She’s not my sister.” His first answer overlapped your own. “She’s not my sister.” The second a much firmer response.

“Right, sorry man. I’m just bummed you’re leaving.” Sid raised his hands in defeat and the stereo pausing before switching to the following song, Rock you like a hurricane, was like an awkward punctuation to the tense conversation.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll be back here the day I turn eighteen. There’s no way I’m staying in that backwoods hell.” A breeze kicked up, warm but with the barest whispers of the impending winter, and you’re hit with the scent of cigarettes, liquor and cologne.

“Hey, Billy!” A little further down the dried creek Amanda calls out, she’s got a bottle of something brown clutched in her hand and two of her friends flanking her on either side.

“It’s about time you showed up.” Billy’s grin is wolfish when he pats his leg to invite her to sit on his lap, the excuse of there being nowhere else to sit leaving his mouth before she could make her way to the over crowded couch.

Things picked up from there, a bottle being passed between friends turned into more cars pulling up and beers being handed out as people clapped Billy on the back and told them they’d miss him, plans for the following summer already being made with liquor fueled optimism.

It was around three when people begrudgingly began to make their way home, designated drivers towing their drunken friends into their cars where they’d shout a final goodbye over the idling engines and milling people to Billy who just waved them off in favor of sucking face with Amanda.

“Hey man, we’ve gotta get home. My mom gets up at five and if I’m not home she’s gonna ship me off to Indiana with you.” Wayne stood behind the couch, fingers gripping the backrest and shaking it to get the pair's attention.

“I’m a little occupied.” Amanda’s lips stayed busy against his cheek as Wayne continued to whine about Sid being too drunk to drive them home.

“School starts in a couple hours, Billy. We could really use a ride home.” He didn’t respond to you at first, instead tilting his head so Amanda could continue to lather him with attention.

“Come on man.” Wayne shook the back of the couch hard enough it rattled you as well to no response other than a middle finger in his face. “Why don’t you try, Honey? He likes you better.”

“It is getting really late, Billy, would you mind taking us home?” Billy’s head lolled to the side and for a few seconds you felt like he was scrutinizing you, his blue eyes hardened for the briefest moment before softening and ultimately shifting to annoyance.

“Let’s go.” He patted the side of Amanda’s hip to tell her to hop off. “I’ll be back, Honey, wait for me here. Let’s make this quick, I have better things to do than drive you three home.”

“Told you he’d do it if you asked.” Wayne’s breath reeked of cheap beer when he leaned in to try to whisper that to you but the words simply went in one ear and out the other, just barely registering in the back of your mind.

He’d called her Honey.

He’d called her Honey and that shouldn’t have bothered you, but it had, more than the cold shoulder he’d been giving you for the past two months. It was a sting, sharp and quick, like the jab of a needle to see how pleased he was when she smiled at the nickname he’d only ever used on you. That had been your name since you were small, it was what everyone had called you, and it had never been all that special, not until it was given to someone else.

Sid’s house was closest and it took both Wayne and Billy to nearly drag him into the house, he’d been well past drunk and found the entire thing funny as the two wrestled him into a standing position so they could get him to walk with them. Wayne was next, a lot more sober than Sid, he offered Billy an arm around the shoulder squeeze and a “Keep in touch man.” Before he was off to climb in through his window.

When he’d pulled up to your house you didn’t reach for the handle, instead turning in your seat to face him. “Did you want to-“

“I’ll stop by tomorrow before I go.” He didn't miss the way your smile faltered as he said that.

“Promise you won’t forget me in the chaos of the morning before you go?”

“I won’t forget you, I promise.” His arm twitched against the back of your headrest where it lay, the habit of you hugging him before leaving his car ingrained into him. It was a small movement unnoticed by you, but a moment of weakness to him to see that he’d been expecting, wanting, that last hug.

“I’ll see you in the morning, Silly Billy.” The nickname got a smile out of him, the first one he’d directed at you that night

“Bye, Honey.”

The next time you see him, you had ended up missing the bus by a few minutes, the fading red of the tail lights grew dimmer as they ventured further into the night. The heavy rain obscuring them and your hope of making it home far quicker than it should have on a summer night like this. It was warm at least, so it could definitely be worse, you reassured yourself, the air stifling despite the waters rushing down your face in rivulets and drenching your uniform with each trudging step forward, it could be winter.

Home was easily more than an hour and a half walk that you weren’t willing to take at this time of night, and the diner’s doors were locked until Sabino made his way in the next morning. A hotel would be too expensive so you turn to walk towards the edge of town hoping that Marie would be home and not at her night shift at the nursing home.

“Get in.” The roar of an engine reaches you before the lights do, muted by the downpour that had left you soaked to the bone and ready to throw down the fifty dollars for the cherrywood hotel that would assure you a bed and a shower in the next few blocks, even if it would be for less than eight hours. Your body tensed for the second it took you to process that the car that had pulled to the stop beside you was the same bright blue Camaro that had left the diner a few hours before you had and once it sunk in who the furrowed brow and rumbling voice belonged to you were more than eager to climb into passenger seat and melt into the leather interior that smelled faintly of cigarette smoke and cologne. “What the hell are you doing out here, you’ll get hit in this weather.”

“I missed the bus, a table of six walked in right before closing and I just got out.” Water still drips from your hair and lingeres on your lashes before splashing onto the seat belt you were strapping across your chest. “I was heading to a coworkers to see if I could spend the night.”

A cigarette stayed tucked between pinched lips while Billy exhaled a sigh,he’d gone straight to the laundromat after grabbing a burger to go and had spent the last two hours on a hard plastic chair waiting for his clothes, which were all crammed in his back seat, to be done. “I’ll give you a lift, you still staying on Lakeshore?”

“Are you sure? It’s a little out of the way.”

“I was heading that way, I’m staying with an old friend until I find a place of my own.” The key with the tag ‘Cherrywood Room 218’ was burning a hole into his back pocket at the lie.

Billy’s knuckles were white, both hands wrapped tightly on the wheel with his thumb tapping against the hard plastic, the sound of the heavy rain pounding the top of his car had muddled with his racing thoughts of what to say until it was a cacophony of white noise that spurred on his anxiety. He’d gotten this far, taken years to heal, made it back home and was seated by you. He knew what he wanted next but being here alone with you had him feeling like he had when he moved away when he was seventeen, unable to express what he was feeling. It boiled his blood to feel helpless in a situation.

“You’re staying?” Just two words, spoken in no special way, warms him, stoking a growing feeling that you’d been feeding with each interaction, with each touch and act of compassion. He knew that he had a lot to fix, and that you weren’t the answer to how he would do that, but you were an ember, crackling quietly as a source of comfort he’d never known before, creating cracks in the wall he’d hastily boarded his heart up with all those years ago when his mom had left.

“I’m sticking around for a while. This place feels like home, you know?” He’d have to break the rest down himself, take steps to the life he knew he wanted, but he had a foundation, a place that wanted him.

His grip on the wheel loosens, the tension from just minutes prior lifting with the contended hum you answered with as if you had just given him permission to allow himself to want to stay.

The drive passes quickly after that, with your head rested against the window watching the rain race against the chilled pane of glass and the both of you wrapped up in your own thoughts, neither of you seeming to realize you’d made it to your driveway until the car went from smooth cement to the crunching of your gravel driveway.

You linger in the car for a minute, your hand on the handle of the door steeling yourself to be drenched again. “Thanks for the ride, Billy.”

“It’s not a big deal, I’m staying just a few minutes from here.” Again the key feels more present in his pocket, reminding him of the can of worms he was opening by allowing himself to take this time with you.

“I’m glad you’re sticking around, senior year just wasn’t the same without you around, I missed having you there.” The volume of the rain increases as you crack open the door. “Thanks again for taking me home, the next time you come into the diner, desserts on me.”

“Take this.” Before you’d fully opened the door Billy shrugs his coat off, the same brown leather one he’d had since you were fourteen, to hand to you, his favorite one he’d never let anyone else wear, let alone borrow before tonight. He lingered for a bit, watching you run the short distance to your front door with his coat held above your head, the leather he’d taken such care of getting drenched to spare you from getting any wetter and only backing out of the drive once he could see the light spilling from your living room as you walked into your apartment.

Any plans he’d thought of having for the following day were forgotten as he decides that pancakes sound perfect for tomorrow’s breakfast.

“Good morning and welcome to Cecil’s, I’ll be your waitress today.” It was early, the gray of the sky muddling into the blue of early dawn, but you were wide awake, the smile on your face genuine as you greeted the third table of the morning.

“I was in green all day.” Jackson is already hard at work on his newest masterpiece, the blue crayon running against the paper to fill the sky like he was in a race against time to complete it.

You glanced at his grandmother for context and she explains that they had a chart for behavior, green was good, yellow was for needing a little extra direction, and red meant they'd been having a hard day.

“Well it sounds like you’ve earned yourself a treat, I'll be sure to tell our cook to make your pancakes extra special. After all, it's not often we get someone who managed to stay in green all day.” The boy beams at you, obviously enjoying the praise and the promise of an extra special breakfast for his good behavior at the daycare. He’d always been a good kid, and you were happy to celebrate that, but you were especially proud at how he’d been so excited to tell you about his accomplishments.

Helen grabs you the moment you put his order in with Sabino. “I’ve got another one for you, honey, Chelsea’s running late again.” The pause and pointed look before she said again was telling. Chelsea being on time was more unlikely than snow in December, but at least she always showed.

You could just make out the mess of blonde curls over the high back of the booth, styled to perfection but made to look effortlessly natural. “Welcome to Cecil’s, I’ll be your waitress this morning. Can I get you started with some coffee?”

Billy looked at ease, he almost always did, one arm tossed over the back of the booth and a bored look on his face. His jaw is tense, a nervous tick he remedied by placing an unlit cigarette between his lips.

The filter between his lips being crushed when he offered a tight lipped nod and slid the still upside down ceramic cup to you.

He could swear the sun broke through the clouds at the same time you smile, maybe even believes it only had because you did if it hadn’t been so embarrassing, dusting the gray expanse with gold to match the warmth of your grin as you rattled off the specials of the day even though you both knew he was getting the peanut butter banana nut pancake stack you’d promised at the movies.

Your pencil, a stumpy little thing just barely long enough for you to hold, had been scribbling on the notepad you carried in your apron, writing an order down he hadn't placed before you had even finished telling him about the soup of the day. “I’ll be right back with your food, Billy.”

Wafts of smoke start to lazily float up the moment you walk away, twirling in wispy gray lines before dissipating into the air. Billy isn’t sure if it’s the rush of nicotine or the comfort of routine but he can feel his muscles losing the tension he hadn’t realized they’d been holding since he walked into the diner, the simple act of doing so being a submission on his end. With all of your prior meetings being on his terms and in his places of comfort walking into a place that was so inanely you felt almost vulnerable.

Less than ten minutes had passed when you were back at his booth with a plate stacked high in one hand and a steaming mug in the other one, the look on your face is all too pleased as you set down a mountain of banana nut pancakes smothered in peanut butter and drowned in syrup. The sight of it alone is enough to make Billy’s teeth ache.

“I brought you some cocoa too.” The mug you hand to him was full to the brim almost to the point of overflowing and topped with a more than generous handful of mini marshmallows the top of which were sprinkled in cinnamon.

Exactly the way he’d taken it since you were both small and had spent your first holiday season together.

The house smelled of chocolate melting into perfectly buttery cookies, splashes of vanilla and sugar settling the house into a holiday haze. On the couch next to you Billy was curled up into himself, half of the blanket you were under was draped over him as you both nursed the cups of cocoa his mom had made you while you attempted to warm up from the day you’d spent playing outside.

On the tv a year without Santa was playing and Billy’s mom sang along to the tune of Heat Miser’s song, your own mother alongside her working on cookies for when Santa made his way here the following morning.

Billy’s attention is ripped away from the screen when he hears your mom calling a name, a name he doesn’t know, and you hop off the couch with your cocoa still in hand to go help her with the cookies.

“Your name isn’t Honey?” The revelation was clearly a shock, his eyes were large, comically so as he repeated the name to himself, your actual name feeling weird and clunky on his tongue after having known you as Honey for the past three months at school.

“You thought my name was Honey?” Billy could feel his face burn at the giggles that caused, both yourself and the two moms in the kitchen cooing over the fact that he’d been calling you Honey this whole time.

“That’s what the teacher always calls you.” He could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping past his face to his ears.

“That’s silly, Billy, that’s just a nickname.”

“Yeah, well…I like that name better.” He took a hasty swallow of cocoa to cover his blunder and coughed as it went down the wrong pipe, the whole ordeal only bringing more attention to him.

“That’s ok, you can call me Honey.”

“Thanks Princess.”

“I'll be back in a bit to see how you’re enjoying the food.” Not if he was enjoying the food, just how he was enjoying it. Billy had been known, by those close to him, to have a notoriously big sweet tooth, he’d done well to reign it in, instead focusing on working out and keeping in shape but he’d never been able to say no to baked goods especially if it was you who was offering them.

When you make your way back around to him, coffee pot in hand to refill his cup, he’d already polished off the cocoa and a third of the pancakes.

“How’s the food?” You spare a cautious glance around to the other diners to assure they were all content before setting the pot onto the table and sliding into the seat opposite him, the worn leather making you scoot more than glide across the bench seating to be directly across from him.

You’d asked him right as he’d taken a bite of his pancakes and he did his best to say it was delicious around the mouth full of sticky cakes which only earned a laugh from you and a glare from him.

“Are you on break?” Billy takes a quick sip of the too hot coffee to help clear the food in his mouth so he could talk to you.

“Not for another few hours but I’ve checked all my tables and can spare a few minutes.” Your hand reaches across the table to steal his fork and uses it to cut a chunk of his pancakes that you steal a bite of. “We really do have the best pancakes.”

“Do you always steal your customers' food?”

“Only the ones I really like.” It was an old game between you two, shared food, stolen food, some days he’d steal your cherries and you’d take his pickles anytime his food came with them. Seeing you slip into your old role so easily brings a smile to his face.

“Do you want to go out sometime?” It slips out before he’d wanted it too, the words leaving his mouth before they get a chance to fully form in his head. He’d been wanting to ask you,in a far less crass and direct way but the question lingered in the air unable to be taken back.

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah princess, a date.” It was already out there so he doubles down, layering his voice with that thick charm that he’d practiced, and perfected, over the years. Leaning in, Billy let the knuckles of his right hand brush against the top of your folded hands that were resting flat on the table, you were soft against his own battle scarred skin.

“Sure Billy, I’d love to.” It was a fast answer, instant really, an eager response and the matching grin you held on your face has him retracting his hands back to his own side, both of them landing in his lap before they slid down to his knees so he’d have a place to rest them. What did he normally do with his hands after someone had said yes? “I'm free. Friday night.”

You weren’t but nothing worth doing was going to be happening on a Wednesday evening and trading a shift to soothe the fluttering in your stomach that had been building since your first run in in the diner parking lot seemed worth it.

“I’ll pick you up at eight.”

“Are you just going to wait by the window?” You’d been hovering in Lisa’s peripheral for the last ten or so minutes, alternating between checking the window by the door and double - then triple checking that you still looked ok in the little circular mirror that was older than you were that was pinned to the wall. “You’re going to pace a hole into our carpet.”

“It’s been awhile.”

“That you’ve been on a date or that you’ve been with Billy?” You held her full attention now, Lisa’s body twisted on the couch so she could rest her torso on the arm rest and watch you with an amused gaze. The name ‘Billy’ came out in a lilting way telling you she already knew the answer to your question.

“I’ve missed him, y’know?” You wouldn’t say a piece of you had been missing, but his absence had been felt. It was felt in the way you’d hear a car peeling down the street and your head would still turn, always expecting to see the blue build of his Camaro and to this day you still get an extra cherry on your milkshakes because he’d always stolen the one off of yours for years. Having him gone was like losing your favorite sweater or chapstick, you know it’s gone yet you still find yourself searching for its comfort.

Lisa’s eyes study your face for what felt like an uncomfortable amount of time but in reality had only been a few seconds before she turns back around on the couch sliding down into the divet she’d made to continue watching whatever had been holding her interest before. “Make sure he has you home before midnight.”

This time when you heard the roar of an engine pulling into the spot in front of your apartment you know that as soon as that door opened you’d find the perfectly polished metal of Billy’s 1979 Chevy and Billy himself on the other side waiting for you.

You can smell it the moment you’d climb into his car, a warm, greasy, salty scent that makes your mouth water filling the air. Nestled between your two seats you could see a white bag, still warm enough you could feel the heat radiating from it, with bold red lettering and the paper turning translucent from the grease seeping through it from the fast food inside. “I haven’t had this in years.”

Billy had his foot on the gas the moment your seatbelt clicked into place, the music turning up as he turned onto the street and began to drive you towards the edge of town.This time settling into the passenger seat felt right, like sliding on your favorite sweater that you’d worn over in time, like it was your seat again.

Small talk fills the short ride, your excitement over him being there and his slanted half smile coming easily, like no time had ever been spent apart, your comments being met with sarcastic banter and teasing remarks. The drive ended up going quickly and finishes with him pulling into the empty parking lot of a park you’d often pass by while running errands, the dark stretch of playground and grassy fields being illuminated by the pale moon overhead and the filtered yellow of the lampposts littered around the area.

The two of you sit on the play area, bypassing the splintering picnic tables to sit on the faded black plastic of the swings, the chains digging into the meat of your palms as you held onto them to help keep you in place while your legs folded in and out to get just enough momentum going for a light swing.

“This seemed so much bigger when we were younger.” You can still see his blonde curls leading the way around the playground, frizzy from playing in the hot summer sun, and still hear his voice excitedly telling you about the seven foot wave his mom had let him surf on his own over summer break.

Beside you the paper bag crinkles as Billy digs out the food he’d gotten for your date and you’re handed two tacos and a large curly fry. “Haven’t had this since junior year, there’s nothing in that shithole but cows and corn.”

“You still remember my order.” The swing drags to a stop when you push your heels into the soil and wood chips below, two deep divots forming in the material at the base of your heels as your movements halted.

You go for the curly fries first and the memories of lunch runs and late night drives hits you before the salt registers on your tongue, the way he’d always grumble about crumbs in his car negated by the salty treats he always seemed to have around for you.

Billy had always been unapologetically himself but it was only when you’d begun reminiscing on both your shared past and the years apart did you truly get to see him as he’d been in your memories, eyes bright and that deep hearty laugh of his twisting your stomach in knots that only his smile eases.

The rest of the night passes like that, stories shared between bites of food, jokes that weren’t nearly as funny as the way you two were laughing at them made them out to be and every so often his knuckles brush against your own as the swings sway with your movements. You stay in the park until what you could only guess was well past the curfew Lisa had given you, the cars having long since cleared the road.

It wasn’t until his car pulls into your parking lot that he kisses you, there was lull in conversation as you sat in the passenger seat with neither of you in a rush for the night to truly be over. You’d just finished telling him a story about graduation and how Sid and Wayne had almost made you miss your turn to walk and you have the biggest smile on your face.

You were always smiling, sure in him as a person in a way it took life-altering events for him to be in himself, even now as his fingers hesitated moving gently against the swell of your cheek. He’d been good at this before, it came naturally to him; a flash of a smile, a compliment here, a light touch there and whoever he was with was putty.

When his lips brushed against yours it was light, a soft glide of his lips that made your lips tingle. The initial kiss was enough to make him hungry for more, his own slightly chapped lips pressing against your own more eagerly, the hand that was just barely ghosting against your skin now cradled your face, holding it firmly to keep you in place as his lips moved against your own. The kiss had a sense of urgency to it, longing and needy but with no end goal in mind, he took and you were happy to give.

You couldn’t be sure how long it lasted,was it a long kiss? Short? Time had slipped away, moving around the two of you, just for this one moment, the moment everyone but the two of you had seen coming since fall of ‘72 when you’d intertwined your little hands for the first time and instantly bonded.

Billy broke away first, his lips kiss swollen and slick, but he remained close, his half lidded eyes, normally so icy and sharp had warmed to a softer shade of blue as they stayed level with your own, drinking in your own dazed but entirely pleased expression and only darting down to watch the way you bit the corner of your lip, chewing on it with a giddy smile.

“Wow.” He couldn’t help but snort a laugh at that, your genuine response simple but so endearing, that same sunshine bright smile on your face as he laughed at your awe-struck answer to your very first kiss together.

“Wow?” He was sure you would be able to warm up even the dreariest of Hawkins winters with the way you were looking at him, eye bright and taking him in like he was the one who could thaw a cold Midwest January day with just a look.

“I’ve been hoping you’d do that since you drove me home back in August.” There was a breathlessness to your voice with the kiss itself not being too heated, but the thrill of how perfect it felt to have him mould against you stealing the air from your lungs all the same.

You would have stayed there all night if you hadn’t had a shift the following morning but the late hour didn't stop you from stealing one more quick kiss before bidding him good night.

“I’ll see you in the morning Honey.” This time as you climb out of the car and he promises to see you the following morning you know he’ll be there.

Special thanks to so many people first @jo-harrington who is the reason I wrote this. @the-unforgivenn who has read this enough times im sure she could recite it by memory. @ghost-proofbaby @hellfire--cult (who also made the amazing banner and divider) @munson-blurbs @dr-aculaaa who all helped plot and cheer me on every step of the way. I’m so appreciative of you all 💕

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #i honestly consider this my first full real fic #i hope you guys like it

[sluttyten]

positions

Yesterday <- || -> Kinktober Masterlist

Day Four: Breeding kink w/ Mark

Word Count: 2,042

“God, I wanna put a baby in you,” Mark groans, watching you hold your friend’s baby. You’ve been babysitting the sweet little girl all day while her parents take a day-and-a-half trip. You’ve noticed how your boyfriend’s been watching you as you cuddle and play with the baby all day, but now is the first time he’s voiced his thoughts.

You’re presently cradling her against your shoulder as you move around the room, multi-tasking. But you spare a second to look over at Mark.

Having kids is something that you’ve discussed a few times with him. The first time it came up was actually really early on in the relationship, a night out together when a family with four young kids sat at the table beside yours at the restaurant. They were boisterous bordering on obnoxious, but you were charmed by the chubby cheeks and way they poured affection on their parents. That night, Mark told you he wanted a big family in the future.

It’s come up several more times, but never in a way that really mattered. Never in a way like just now, with Mark bluntly telling you he wants to knock you up with his baby.

“Excuse me?” You laugh, looking right at him while you rub your hand down the baby’s back.

Mark rakes his fingers through his hair, his eyes following your movements as you keep moving around the room, tidying things and being careful with the baby all at once.

“Right now,” Mark says, “watching you like this,” he gestures at you, waving his hand around to indicate you moving about the apartment. “I’ve got such domestic feelings for you. Picturing you waddling around pregnant with one baby already on your hip, doing housewife things. Cooking, cleaning, making babies.”

You pause in folding a blanket one-handed. This too is something Mark has briefly mentioned in the past, this want of domesticity, and at the time you’d teased him that if he wanted a 1950s housewife you weren’t sure you were the best person for that. It had inspired a night of roleplay that was pretty nice involving you sucking him off while he watched a drama on the TV and then you’d served him a slice of apple pie.

“As soon as you put her down for a nap,” Mark says as he stands up, crossing the room to you. “I’m fucking you until we’ve got one of our own.” He kisses you on the forehead.

You stare at him, mouth fallen open slightly, ensnared in the heat of Mark’s determined gaze. You can’t deny that you feel a bit turned on right now, arousal flaring in your belly at the idea of Mark pulling you into bed or bending you over any surface really, keeping you there until he’s fucked you so many times, filled you all the way to the brim with his cum so you’re well and truly bred by him, bound to be knocked up.

After that little exchange, it’s all you’re thinking about for the next hour. You so desperately want to put the baby down for a nap early, but you know she’s on a particular schedule, so instead you have to cuddle and entertain her all while you daydream about Mark fucking you so deep and good, imagining him bending you in half with your knees at your ears so his cock is as deep inside you as it can go, his cum flooding your womb until a baby is all but guaranteed.

Because, although having a baby and a family is something you’ve wanted and discussed before, never has it been framed like this, never offered as a instantaneous thing. And fuck, the longer the minutes drag by, seconds lasting hours, the hotter you get.

The moment the baby starts to get a little fussy and as soon as her blinks grow slow and sleepy, you lay her down in her little playpen.

Mark’s sitting in the kitchen eating a late lunch, but you don’t care what he’s doing. This is all you’ve been thinking about doing since he put the thought in your head, and now you need him to put his cock in you instead. Preferably before you combust.

He makes a small noise of surprise when you appear from behind him, throwing a leg over his lap, squeezing in between him and the table to seat yourself on his thighs. You don’t give him the opportunity to adjust to your sudden presence, you curl your hand at the back of his neck and drag his mouth to yours.

You grind on him, rolling your hips with a sense of urgency. Mark moans, grabbing for your hips.

“Fuck me,” you moan against his lips. You push one hand down his chest, down between your body and his until you can dip your fingertips beneath his waistband. “Mark, all I’ve been thinking about for the past hour is you fucking a baby into me, so if you don’t do it right now, I’m gonna explode.”

His lips twitch into a smirk. “I can do that.”

You don’t expect him to lift you off his lap, sitting you up on the edge of the table behind you. Mark paws at the pants you’re wearing as he stands up, trying to pull them down even as he’s dragging his own pants down. You don’t offer any help, content to just hungrily kiss him and pull him even further over you as you tip back to lie flat on the table.

Mark gets his pants down his thighs, gets yours down somewhat too before you just kick one leg free and let your pants dangle off the other leg. You hook your free leg around Mark’s hip, and he moves forward.

Smoothly, Mark enters you, sinking happily into the warm, slick welcome of your pussy.

“Mm!” You break the kiss, whining, “Please, Mark. Fill me up. I need it.”

Mark laughs under his breath, moving his kisses down to your throat. “You want my babies in your belly so badly, huh? You’re gonna moan and beg for it like a bitch in heat?” All you can do is moan for him, but that’s just the answer Mark was looking for.

He stands upright, trailing his hand down your body until his thumb lands on your clit. Mark works tight, fast circles on your clit, giving slow smooth thrusts into you that make your toes curl and makes that heat inside you unfurl through your veins in such a cruel and teasing way.

“I can’t wait to see you that way,” Mark groans, running a hand over your belly. “All swollen with my babies. Surrounded by a bunch of our kids. Mm, God, let me hear you beg for it again.”

You reach for him, one hand grasping his forearm, your nails scraping lightly over his skin as you moan, “Mark, please! Wanna be the perfect wife for you, wanna make you a daddy. Please, just fuck me. I need it deep.” The words start pouring out of you, pleading and begging and whining, a babbled stream that you don’t even keep track of as the words fall from your lips.

All you know is it’s getting to Mark, putting him in a state of equally delirious lust. His hand slips away from your clit so he’s gripping onto both of your hips, and he fucks you deeper, harder, more intense like you’ve been begging him to.

Each thrust forward has his hips smacking against you, forcing you up the table. You can feel him jarringly deep, bordering on pain though it blurs into pleasure easily. Each press forward sending you a little higher on the table, a little deeper into this state of mind reigned by empty-minded desire.

Your back arches off the table. You throw an arm over your head, trying to push yourself down harder on Mark’s cock. Heat races in waves through your body, your sudden orgasm a flood of pleasure, but you don’t stop moving, and Mark is only drawn in more feeling you cumming around him.

Mark hitches your thighs up, pressing your knees towards your chest just as you’d been fantasizing about earlier, and with the new angle, he feels impossibly deeper.

Your fingers catch on the edge of the table above your head, holding tight as you moan Mark’s name, begging him to cum inside you, because fuck he’s right there. In your womb, so if he would just cum, just breed you right now, there’s little doubt in your mind that you’d be knocked up.

Distantly, a thought appears in your mind that you should quiet down to not wake the baby in the other room. But before you can fully achieve that thought, it’s gone, swept away by the lust of Mark’s next move.

He doesn’t pull out of you as he grabs you by the hips and drags you off the edge of the table. Mark collapses into his previously abandoned chair, sinking you down on his cock so you’re sat in his lap. Your knees are still folded up on either side against his arms, and he holds you there, bouncing you in his lap, driving up into you. Your legs slip to the side, draping over his hips and the sides of the chair, your toes barely able to brush the floor.

With each thrust, you feel as if the breath is being knocked out of you, a constant stream of moans flying from your lips. Your head rolls back on your shoulders, exposing your throat to Mark for him to spread fiery hot kisses.

Mark makes sounds you’ve never heard from him, deep groans and guttural moans as he snaps his hips up into you while dragging you down to meet his thrusts.

Your body feels like a live wire, tingling constantly, tipping you into orgasm. When Mark sucks a hickey sharply against your throat, the pleasure of it sends you spiraling, and you feel yourself squirting, your hips rocking uncontrollably, pussy pulsing around Mark’s cock. You white out a bit from the intensity of it.

All you know is the heat of Mark’s hands on your hips and his mouth at your throat, the blaze of his cock inside you as he pulls you right down snug onto his cock and at last cums inside you. Your legs drape uselessly to the side, but still you try to roll your hips to give him a little extra something as Mark’s cock pulses deep inside you, cum flooding you with warmth.

You never want this feeling to end. You push both of you a little further. You press your toes to the floor, using that to enable yourself to ride Mark, milking his cock of everything he has to give you.

Your strength fails you, and you just take a seat with Mark’s cock warm and wet inside you. You collapse against him, wrapped safe in his arms to come down from this sex-induced high.

“Oh, God,” Mark sighs, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. “God, that was good. I liked that.”

You lift an unsteady hand to his hair, tangling your fingers loosely through his damp locks. “So good.”

So good that you can’t and don’t want to move. You like feeling plugged up by Mark at the moment, keeping his seed inside you, giving it more of a chance to take hold because, shit, you really do want to have his babies. But if it doesn’t work right now, maybe you can keep being his pretty cumdump, let him breed you any time of day or night until it works.

Your fingers scrape over his scalp, and Mark hisses quietly.

“Do that again,” he murmurs against your shoulder, “And I’ll be ready for round two before you know it.”

You tug a little harshly on his hair, enjoying the sound of his hiss as Mark lifts his head from your shoulder.

“The baby’s still asleep,” you tell him, “why not squeeze in another round. Up our odds?”

That’s all the convincing Mark takes before he’s reaching down between you and him, fingers on your sensitive clit to get this round started.

#nct smut #mark smut #mark lee smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #mark #nct #nct 127 #nct dream #kinktober #nct kinktober #kinktober 2022

[hades-in-bloom]

A Swim | Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

I somehow had it on repeat while writing *cracks up*

summary: Colorado wasn’t the only self-indulgent vacation that Kennedy took before he found a road to sobriety. When the world is the oyster, Bangkok is the pearl.

content: cheesy af (help me), older Leon, drunkard Leon, thus mentions of alcoholism; mentions of/implied thoughts of suicide, kinda light angst (obviously); Hunnigan with an agenda; gn! and a tad bossy reader with Interpol background; heavy sexual tension, swearing

author’s note: that was unplanned and uncalled for, proceed at your own risk. Also, I need to scream about the man in Death Island. Omfg.

if you’re a minor, go away <3

love y’all, you beautiful souls

xoxo

***

Ingrid called you in the middle of the night, reassuring that only you could track down the infamous Leon S. Kennedy. You breathed out a sleepy “…Why?” and got a response that you could barely consider an explanation. He took a vacation, Hunnigan said. He seemed to disappear, and she needed him back immediately. You could not see her face, but you could hear a pretty please in her voice.

“I am not even under D.S.O. command.” You groaned lightly. You have been working with several D.S.O. agents for the past couple of years, particularly with agent Kennedy, but you have been directly reporting to Interpol instead.

“I have already cleared you for this assignment,” Ingrid confessed. You stayed silent for a moment and then sighed. There wasn’t anything that Hunnigan could not do, after all. “He trusts you.”

As for you, Leon Kennedy trusted no one, but you wouldn’t get into this argument.

“Where was he seen last time?” You pulled yourself out of bed and walked towards the pair of jeans that were casually hanging from the only chair present in your room.

“Ingrid?” You called again when radio silence was your answer.

“We assume he is Bangkok, Thailand, since two days ago.” You sensed a touch of guilt in Hunnigan’s voice. “You have already been booked for a commercial flight.”

It took your tired brain a bit of time to do the math.

“Isn’t it like fifteen hours or so from JFK?” You inquired, genuinely concerned.

“Twenty hours,” Ingrid confirmed mercilessly. “You need to be at the airport within an hour.”

Rushing to your wardrobe, you devotedly cursed Kennedy to the high heavens.

***

Bangkok was hot. Your shirt became almost transparent in minutes and now felt like a second skin clinging to your body. You didn’t like it. You didn’t like any of it. Not until you find the son of a bitch, Kennedy, who went rogue due to no particular reason and made a decision to vacay on the other side of the planet Earth.

The taxi driver that you hailed on the street was painfully chatty, thanks to your creeping headache, but your suffering was about to end when your cab stopped in the middle of the road abruptly.

“That’s the place.” The driver told you in broken English, and you swiftly left the creaking vehicle that smelled of cheap cigarettes and incense.

The place was a dimly lit bar with little to no likable people inside. Damned Leon S. Kennedy was occupying one of the bar stools but was also spearheading the list of human beings that you felt no sympathy for at this particular moment.

He was drunk. You knew he appreciated his liquor, but you had never seen him even close to the condition he was in right now.

You briefly messaged Hunnigan that you have just found her “runaway bride” before shortening the distance to Leon’s chair. He made no effort to check out the newcomer, and you took it to your advantage.

“Surprise, you asshole.” You greeted him coldly. The agent blinked; you could see gears turn inside his intoxicated head while he was trying to identify you.

Finally, he grunted.

“The heck are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse. You blamed it all on some cheap brandy in his whiskey glass. “I am on vacation.”

“Your vacation is my vacation now, too, after Hunnigan made me fly twenty fuckin’ hours to find you.” You grimaced and took over the closest seat to Leon. He looked annoyed. You didn’t care.

“You look like you’ve had enough.” You concluded, having his drinking spree in mind.

He let out a drunken laugh that was devoid of joy. “What’s it to you if I have? I can take care of myself.” He scoffed and slurred his words a little.

A stubborn dumbass—you let out a heavy, irritated sigh. You felt your heat-infused headache intensifying.

“You cannot.” You gave him an unimpressed look. “At least I don’t consider it self-care when one drinks himself to death.” That was harsh, you thought. But right now he probably deserved it.

Your comment seemed to strike a chord with him.

“I told you I can take care of myself!” He raised his voice slightly, and some of the patrons looked over.

Jesus Christ. You wouldn’t consider yourself religious, though.

“How are you planning to take care of yourself?” You raised your voice slightly, too, giving him an unappreciative look. Suddenly, you quietly snapped. “I don’t know what you are thinking, Kennedy, but this is not a vacation. That’s a bloody suicide waiting to happen.”

You have seen alcoholics in your line of work before, and it didn’t matter what Leon thought of himself in this situation – but he looked like one.

To your surprise, he went silent, visibly taken aback. He blinked; there was a noticeable glimmer of confusion in Leon’s eyes.

Did not he realize that he was hurting himself this much?

“I’m fine…” Kennedy groaned, although his denial was slowly crumbling. “I’ll be fine…”

You could see he fought it – the alcohol numbed his feelings, but now, with a glimpse of sanity, they seemed to return to him in droves.

You watched him in awkward silence while he was babysitting his demons until he looked at you, both headstrong…

… and embarrassed?

“I swear, it would be better if Hunnigan sent some D.S.O. shrink, not you.” He grunted in disappointment, unwillingly sobering up. This vacation was over.

“Ingrid is worried about you.” You muttered, then scoffed. “And I’m your witness, Leon – you haven’t been fine in years. I know you long enough.”

He didn’t have to like what you said, but you thought he needed to hear this.

Leon gave you a dirty look. How could you see through him? The rest was tiptoeing around his alcoholism for ages, nurturing his drunken arrogance. You might not be nice, but what the others did was not kind.

The man cursed and fumblingly pulled his wallet out of the back pocket of his Hawaiian-looking shorts; these made you stifle a chuckle. The image of invincible Leon S. Kennedy looking like this would be imprinted into your brain forever and ever.

He threw a few – too many – bills in local currency on the table and got himself up heavily from the bar stool. Now he towered over you grumpily. “What a buzzkill you are,” he mumbled, and you could smell that cheap brandy you noticed before on his breath.

You smirked, showing no remorse. “Let’s get you a cab, handsome.”

***

He stayed in one of the hotels right at the beach, and, stepping out of the taxi, you froze for a second, enjoying the view.

“That's one thing people got right about Thailand; it's beautiful here.” Leon hummed, approaching you from behind.

You still had your gaze fixed on the curves of the twilight bay when Kennedy spoke again. “You're right... I haven't been fine in years.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, making no attempts to hide your flabbergasted facial expression. Was this man admitting that he was wrong?..

Then pigs were about to start flying.

But Leon kept going.

“Do you want to know what's been happening in my head... How badly have things affected me?”

Was he even drunker than you thought?

“Yes, you dumbass.” You replied softly. Whether it was Ingrid’s push or not, Hunnigan was not the only one who cared about Leon to follow him around the globe.

The man walked towards the seashore, letting the waves lick his feet.

“My mind is so chaotic these days,” Kennedy admitted; his voice was barely a whisper. “Sometimes, I even lose sleep at night because of the nightmares of...”

Leon hesitated. You didn’t nudge, afraid of ruining his mood. He has already called you a buzzkill once.

At last, he sighed. Why was it so hard to talk about it?

“I made promises I couldn’t keep; that’s all you need to know.” Leon summed it up without looking at you. Did he really want to talk about it? You followed his tired, unfocused gaze, staring at the horizon.

“How about a swim?” Your suggestion came out of nowhere. You tilted your head, waiting for his response, and he glanced at you, confused, for the first time in the past moments.

Leon then let out a laugh in a drunken manner. “What? Now? In my state? I'll sink straight to the bottom.”

“You decided to vacation in Thailand – and not to swim?” You rolled your eyes at him jokingly and pulled him by his wrist. “Come on, Kennedy.” You begged. You might have been a tad aggressive back then, in the bar, but now…

You thought he deserved a break.

Leon groaned slightly but didn’t fight it, tagging along behind you. He felt a little dizzy; the cheapness of the served brandy was finally getting to him. Despite it all, he scoffed, his tone friendlier than before. “You are not going to let me forget that I am on vacation here, are you?”

You smirked, stepping into the gentle ocean waters and shamelessly ignoring his question. “We are not going to go far. I won’t let you drown, Kennedy.”

He smirked. “I trust you.” Oh, did he? Suddenly, shivers ran down your spine when you recalled Hannigan’s words. Why were you special?

You submerged in the water further with no regard to your clothes, now soaking wet. Leon, to your amusement, did the same.

“That should help with your hangover tomorrow.” You gave him a dirty look, and he huffed out a laugh.

“What's with all the dirty looks you've been giving me all day? You think I deserve it?”

“Oh, you deserve all of them.” You snorted - right before he pulled you by the waist, making you scoff out of surprise. You froze, barely reaching his chin covered with two-day stubble.

“You are drunk, Kennedy.” You reminded him softly, still making no attempts to leave his embrace. His intense gaze was trained on you.

“I'm not that drunk,” he scoffed, a grin forming on his lips. What the heck was going on?

“Oh, you are that drunk, Kennedy.” You smirked at him.

And then you felt it; his lips crashed into yours. Unconsciously, your hand darted to his hair, playing with the dirty blonde strands. A soft moan escaped your lips.

What were you thinking? It felt so wrong; you have been partners for years, and you didn’t like to mix work and pleasure. And if he had an excuse, let alone an awful one, to kiss you, you had none.

It felt so good, though.

Leon pulled away from your lips only when your lungs started to burn with a lack of air. His grin was too cheeky for your liking.

“You don't mind spending the night with me, do you?” The audacity.

You smirked. “I’ll spend a night with you when you sober up, handsome.” Otherwise, one of you might have regretted it – while him standing in front of you with wet hair and a soaked-up t-shirt made you hot and bothered. Damn, that man was fine. One way or another, at least.

“You should get to bed, Kennedy.” … And sleep through that hangover.

“Just one more…” He mumbled—one more taste of your lips. “... For today.”

Liar. So you whined into his lips softly when he kissed you again. And again.

Forcing yourself out of the water later, you looked at the boiling ocean; the waves crashed against each other as the sun set behind them. It took you all your willpower to let go of him this evening, and the only thought that brought you peace was that he was suffering at the loss of contact as much as you were.

***

You called him the following morning when you were making yourself a coffee.

“Hey.” Your lips curved into a smile. “How is your hangover, handsome?”

Leon, barely awake, first laughed, then groaned, and there was an audibly sound note of hangover in his voice, too.

“A dreadful headache... And I can still taste you on my lips, which doesn't help.” Your breath hitched. His comment about him tasting you stained your cheeks bright pink.

He yawned. “…I feel like crap.”

You mischievously bit your lip, although your tone was innocent. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Leon, no doubt, knew precisely what would make him feel better right now.

#death island leon kennedy #vendetta leon kennedy #resident evil fanfiction #infinite darkness #resident evil x you #resident evil x reader #leon drabble #leon fluff #older Leon #Leon S. Kennedy #Leon Kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #death island #re #imagine #reader insert #re4 remake #Spotify

[sometimes-men-need-help-too]

So this guy posted about how his wife "baby trapped" him, with baby trapped in quotes because he didn't know if it necessarily counted. He said she didn't do it to make him stay, just against his will

They've been together for 8 years, have 2 (5f and 2m) kids and when they talked about having kids, she wanted 2 but he wanted 1. They ended up having 2 because she insisted it was important for a child to have a sibling. After his son was born, OP didn't want to go through all the sleepiness nights and everything again. But when their son was a year old, his wife started mentioning having a 3rd child. I would laugh it off but finally she sat me down and said we have to have a third. I said no, we agreed on two, but she said she wanted four and three is the compromise. I refused and said I wanted one and we have two. She got angry and called me selfish for taking away her dream of wanting a big family.

Few days later, she apologized and they had sex. She was on birth control, he had a condom, so they did it. Then one day, she showed him the positive pregnancy test. When she saw his less than happy expression, she berated him for not being supportive, that he should be grateful, etc. So he apologized, hugged her and told her he was excited.

When she was asleep, I took the condoms out of the cupboard and ran them under water. Holes.

I nabbed her phone and saw she'd set a password. That was odd. Nevertheless, my wife has a terrible memory so I tried her birthday and it opened. Further up were texts with her best friend of my wife complaining how I wouldn't come around. Her best friend suggested "arrange an accident" with a winky face. My wife agreed and said she was going to come off of birth control. It went on for a little while, ending with my wife saying that yes, we were going to have a 3rd.

So he woke her up after that to question her about it. She started crying. Through tears she screamed I had no right to go through her phone and it's her choice whether or not she wants to take BC, the side-effects are bad and she was sick. She also brought up if I really didn't want a third kid, I should have had a vasectomy. She told me to go sleep on the couch, I laughed out loud and said no, I'm sleeping here, you're leaving. So while wailing she packed a bag and left to her parents. When she called the next day I told her I just need some time to myself. She said that's fine but I need to come around for our child. I told her I wasn't sure if it'd be "our child" and she cried more.

It's been two weeks since then. Governments recommended to stay at home and I knew staying home by myself while also working with two kids would not be ideal and she wanted to see our kids. So we're in the same house, she constantly keeps on stopping me and trying to get me excited for our kid and planning the nursery and names and how happy our kids will be to get a younger sibling. I've been ignoring her entirely.

A lot of the comments were in his favor so I was happy to see that. But there were also plenty of other comments that weren't as supportive, even downplaying the wife's actions.

There were a number of people who were against him divorcing her, questioning him why he wants to ruin his marriage and his family over this. I just can't get over that, how they're acting like he's in the wrong here. Would you want to stay with someone who crossed the line severely? Would you want to stay with someone you couldn't trust?

She ruined the marriage on her own. He's reacting how anyone can expect someone to react in that kind of situation. A lot of people were insisting he try to fix his marriage and stay for the kids so he doesn't break up the family but that is, in this case, the worst advice someone can give. I'm not sure there's any coming back from this. How could you trust someone like that again? How do you know she wouldn't do it again in the long run because she'd want a 4th baby?

Not to mention, it's a horrible thing to put the kids through. They're already, according to him in a comment, wondering why he isn't talking to their mother (sidenote: some people expressed disbelief that the kids would notice at that age. I haven't spent much time with super little kids like a 2 year old but 5 year old's can be surprisingly observant. Or the wife might have said something to them). If he were to stay and things worsen, like them fighting more often, that just hurts the kids. And it's not a good lesson for them when they get older. There are limits to keeping a relationship with someone.

And of course, his own mental health and happiness are important too.

What bothers me is the justifications people are pulling out in defense of his wife. They are severely downplaying her actions by saying she just wanted a baby, people aren't perfect, etc. Somebody even compared the situation to...rearranging a room.

And then you have others blaming him because he hasn't had a vasectomy yet. That isn't the point of this. If the wife hadn't done anything and he was complaining that she got pregnant, then I would find him more at fault. But what the wife has done is considered reproductive coercion, which is a form of intimate partner violence.

Sure there was a bit of a chance of pregnancy occurring, but she crossed the line in order to get what she wanted. She is at fault here for the pregnancy. And she should be held accountable for that. I've found conflicting information about whether she could face legal consequences, but at the very least we shouldn't be trying to make excuses for her or downplay it to make it sound like it's something innocent.

Because it definitely isn't

#mens rights #double standards #relationships

[harryforvogue]

Rando idea but Yasmine frowns a lot cause she’s a grump so she gets that little wrinkle between her brows. Her Harry would rub over that area with his thumb to remind her to relax. Mia does it for her Harry too. Aliyah kisses the little wrinkles away

Anonymous asked:

fluff😖 harry loving on yasmine😖 yasmine being grumpy 😖

***

Yasmine makes her way to the kitchen in her pajamas with a big blanket wrapped around her. Harry almost can’t see her face. She crashes into his back and stays there as he works on slicing strawberries in half.

“Good morning,” Harry chuckles. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t talk to me.”

He glances over his shoulder. “You’re the one hugging me.” Sure enough, her hands are sneaking around his waist.

“Mhm. Doesn’t include speaking.”

Harry resigns and continues with the fruit. He’s very much used to it. She would be this way when she’d stay over at his place when they were still in school, and he doesn't mind it. Yasmine is generally very moody, but she’s worse in the mornings. He still has no idea who or what she becomes after waking up. Some type of monster, that’s for sure.

When he goes to move, she holds him down. “Stop,” she hisses.

Harry waits a minute before he moves again, this time unwrapping her arms from him and turning her around, pressing her into the counter.

Yasmine, he thinks as he looks at her for the first time that morning, is the cutest angry person he’s ever laid eyes on. Her frown is as deep as it goes, her lips pressed together in a thin line. Her messy hair isn't in its ponytail or bun yet, fanning down her back and around her face. Her cheeks are red from the cold. And she's so, so beautiful.

She bats his hands away and stares him down for a moment before pulling the blanket tighter around her and slamming her head onto his shoulder. She snuggles into him immediately.

“Have I told you recently,” Harry murmurs, hugging her, “how much I adore you?"

“No talking. Too early to talk.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Shush.”

“Well how about kissing? Is it too early for that?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “Never,” she says against his shirt. He smiles and kisses the top of her head.

A few more forehead kisses and Harry wants more. So he carefully tilts her head up and begins to kiss her face. She’s still so sleepy, her eyes closed, but she lets him kiss her cheeks, her nose, and the little indent between her eyebrows. She sighs when he rubs her eyebrows, coaxing them apart. 

“No more frowning, baby,” Harry whispers. Then he goes back to kissing her face. “Wake up. I miss you. I need you up and going. We’ve got plans for today.”

Her sleep laced eyes struggle to open. “Coffee?” she whispers back, and Harry’s heart damn near breaks.

“Of course.” He reaches around her to grab her already prepared iced coffee. He thrusts it into her hands. She takes a cautious sip and then sighs again. “Good?”

“Yeah.” She sips again.

“Wanna wait in the dining room for me?”

Her eyes open a bit more. She shakes her head and then pulls away from him, padding over to the island. She climbs up on it and sits with her legs hanging over. “I’ll wait.”

Before he returns to his food preparation, he follows her, reaching for her face. She goes to complain about him being too touchy, but he kisses her to keep her quiet. He shivers from her cold lips and then kisses her again. “I love you. Do you know that?” He kisses her jaw several times, hands bracing themselves on the counter besides her hips. He leans into her. “So much. Look at you. You’re just…” he trails off, smiling.

Yasmine frowns again. “I’m just what?” 

He pulls away to look her in her eyes. “My baby. You’re just my baby, Yasmine.” He kisses her again, leaving her breathless, and then goes back to making breakfast. “Now be good and wait there until I’m done.”

#harry styles #harry styles blurb #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #she's just his baby :( #harry and yasmine

[harlowcomehome]

Early Costco runs:

Thank you anon for this request! ☺️

“We have to be quick, in and out okay girls?” Jack bent down and spoke to both Hazel and Jade at eye level.

It was grocery day which he hated and you knew that. You told him several times he didn’t have to come with you and that you’d do it alone but he didn’t like that idea either so he always put his feelings aside and went anyway.

The four of you would go as early as humanly possible, which left room for two very grumpy little girls. You found it easier to dodge fan interactions and the general public that way.

“Daddy, I am sleepy” Jade whined and you softly smiled knowing already how today was going to go down.

“You can sleep in the shopping cart” Jack laughed and Hazel walked over to you.

“Are you ready to go Mommy?”

“I am, let’s go Harlows!” You smiled and started to walk out of the door.

Once the four of you were in the car you gave your husband a kiss knowing in about forty-five minutes he would be slightly grumpy and less welcoming, it happened every time.

“What do we need today?” Jack winced as the sun was rising, and hit him directly in the eye.

“Here baby” You handed him his sunglasses and he quickly put them on.

“Can we get toys at the store?” Jade exclaimed.

“No Daddy said we are only going for the necessities” Hazel huffed and the girls bickered back and forth.

“Did you say that?” You whispered with a giggle.

Jack shook his head, “No but I don’t disagree.”

You knew better than anybody that he was always the parent who said yes when the girls asked for new toys and you were the one who thought logically.

When you got inside the store Jade sat in the cart and Hazel kept her hand on the cart as Jack pushed it through the store.

“Did you make a list?”

“I did, you looked on your notes app. We need laundry detergent and toilet paper but everything else is food related” you hummed and he nodded.

Everything was fine for a while until Jade started to get restless and Jack felt the same as well.

While you and Jack weren’t looking Jade pulled on Hazel's hair, starting an argument between the two of them.

“Don’t pull on my hair” Hazel raised her voice.

“I didn’t!”

“Don’t lie! I’ll pull your barrettes out and throw them in the trash” Hazel threatened.

“Girls, enough!” Jack told them both sternly.

“She started it!” Hazel replied clearly annoyed.

“I don’t care who started it, you’re both not being very nice” Jack gave them both a look of disapproval.

“I sorry. I’m bored. ” Jade pouted.

“If the two of you play nice for the rest of the shopping trip, you can each get a toy” he sighed, “but only if you both are on your best behavior.”

“How much longer?” Jade frowned.

“We are almost done, promise” you chimed in.

Both girls apologized to one another before quickly ignoring each other once more. Hazel walking beside you now, far from her little sister.

“Only the necessities huh?” You teased whispering to Jack.

“I mean, I told you I never said that” he laughed, his face softening as you leaned in to kiss him.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow fanfic #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow x reader #dad! jack #fic requests

[nerdieforpedro]

It’s not that crazy of an idea

Chapter One of “Come live with me Angel” Series

Benny Miller x Diana (plus size OFC)

This fic is for readers 18+ MDNI

Word Count: about 2.2k

Summary: Bailing your friend Benny out of jail isn’t what Diana counted on for her night. She also didn’t count on needing to explain anything to him either.

Warnings: mention of jail/county, mention of violence, injuries from a fight, implied family issues, some pining (maybe)

Notes: I’ve had this idea for quite a while, a friends to lovers with our dear Benny Miller! I was finally able to make my ideas coherent. So here we are. 😆 We’re keeping it cute from now on, maybe. 🤔

Main Masterlist / Benny Miller Masterlist/ Come live with me Angel Series

“I’ll send you the money Diana, I just need you to go get him tonight before midnight. After midnight they’ll take him to county and we won’t be able to get him out until Monday.”

“Will, I mean I get why you can’t you’re out of state but I don’t know how to bail someone out of jail. Never done it. Like do I just someone?”

A deep roll of laughter is heard on the other end of the phone as Diana sighed. This was not funny. It’s 10:45pm and there’s a little over an hour to bail Benny out of jail.

“I’m telling you, it’s fine. Just use the money I sent to you and bring him home. I’ll deal with him Tuesday.”

“Did he say why he beat the guys up? He took down three of them didn’t he? That’s a lot.”

“Not really for Benny. That’s an easy job for him. The problem is his current profession and history. He can be considered a deadly weapon. In some circles, but he’s just my idiot little brother that I need you to bring home. Just help him out.”

“...Okay Will. I just go to the central booking. I’ll do my best.”

“You’ll be fine Diana. You couldn’t fuck it up if you tried.”

“I’m glad you're confident. I’ll call you again when he’s home.”

Nothing exciting had happened on a Friday night for Diana. She came home from work, cooked dinner, watched some TV and then showered and put on a Hallmark movie. It was after she had dozed off when her phone vibrated on her lap. She never had the ringer on. It was Will. He had never called her and she didn’t know he had her number. He asked her to bail Benny out of jail. Pope was overseas advising some local government on security, Fish was on daddy duty and Will was in New Mexico speaking to new recruits and wouldn’t be back in time to get to Benny. She was the only option. As far she knew, Benny hadn’t had any trouble with the law for the last few years. He had been keeping his nose clean and in his MMA career. Will never answered her question about why Benny would send three men to the hospital. But she could ask him in person, she popped on a grogu t-shirt and black leggings with her sneakers and headed out, following the directions from her phone to a large imposing building.

She told the man at the gate who she was here to bail out which he snickered and allowed her in. She didn’t get why he did that but focused on parking her small blue car and headed inside. Diana was patted down twice on her way in, it disturbed her both times. Not that either officer did anything odd, she just wasn’t good with touches from people she didn’t really know. Eventually through different gates and several sleepy looking guards later, she arrived at the holding cells. They were behind another large gate. The woman at the counter looked to be close to retirement, the fluorescent light highlighted the purple in her blonde wig. Diana didn’t think that it was supposed to be that color, but gave her a warm smile. The woman’s orange lipstick twisted with her lips as she spoke.

“Who ya here for honey?” She asked with a slow drawl. A question she’d asked many a time over the years.

“I’m here for Benny. Ah, Benjamin Miller. He would have come from the Tipsy Cantina bar.” She answered softly, her hands squeezing her phone and wallet.

The woman chuckled and reached through the small oval opening at the bottom of the plexiglass to touch Diana’s hand. “Simmer down honey. First time? No one usually tells me that much info. Yer boy’s fine. Few scrapes and bruises. Tell him to keep his nose clean. I wasn’t supposed to see him again before I left this place behind and got my place in the glades.”

Diana nodded and let go of her phone, setting it down on the counter and held the woman’s wrinkled hand, her rings dug in a little bit but that was fine. At least there was a person here who was calming. The woman turned toward a tall guard with a long beard that was braided at the bottom. “Johnny, bring out the Miller boy. His lady friend is here. You got his bail honey?”

“Y-Yes. Right here. Um, do you take cash, credit or…”

“Any’s fine dear. Whichever ya got.”

Diana let go of the woman’s hand and put her debit card in it. The woman swiped it and took the amount of money that Will had told her the bail would be. She put the card back and heard several loud buzzes before hearing two gates open.

“He’ll be out shortly honey.” The older woman assured her. And he was, but watching him walk down the hallways toward her felt like it was at least ten minutes.

Benny was glad to be out of that small cell where he had been stuck for the last three hours. He swore he’d never end up back in here after the last bar brawl he’d been in with all the guys. At least in that one, Pope, Fish, and Will had been in here to make the time to go easier. He did strike up a conversation with a guy who got caught with a prostitute and they discussed beer of all things. Weird subject to talk about but better than listening to the other guy who clearly was high speaking about the aliens telling him to probe people. He didn’t have much with him, the one office gave him his jacket and wallet back along with his hat. Benny was expecting a stern talking to from his brother who said he was going to come up with the money. He didn’t mention how he was going to get here though. Will had left for New Mexico sometime last week and that flight was at least a few hours if they even had one coming out this way.

The MMA fighter was shocked to see who was here to pick him up. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining why he was here. It’s bad enough she knows he’s in jail, but did she bail him out? Did Will give her the money? She looked worried and scared, they still do pat downs and crap when you come in here don’t they? That might be why, or she could be scared of him now. She’s supposed to know him as fun-loving goofy silly Benny, except in the ring of course. He licked his bottom lip that had a cut on it and ran his fingers through his hair he’d let grow out to the base of his neck. The bruises and cuts were still fresh on his hands and face from the fight and there was a little dried blood on his white t-shirt, could have been from him or one of the guys he decked, wasn’t sure. Benny was going to say high at least but Diana wrapped her arms around his torso and hugged him tight. It hurt his ribs a bit since he had taken a few hits there, but bent down slightly to hug her back and patted her head.

“Hey Angel, sorry you had to come here. You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He led with a weak joke that earned a sniffle instead of the chuckle he was hoping for. Diana looked up at him with her face tight. Instead of fear, now she was angry.

“Such a stupid joke Benny. Are you okay? You look worse than after a match! What the hell happened?” She asked as they let go of each other and walked over to the desk with the elderly woman. She handed Benny his wallet and jacket.

“You scared your girlfriend here Benjamin. I thought I wasn’t going to see you back here until I retired and went down to the glades.” She gave him a wry smile. He returned it and counted his money in his wallet before sticking it in his back jeans pocket and put on his jacket.

“Yes Ma’am. That was the plan but circumstances didn’t allow for that. Had those guys shut up, I’d be seeing you the next time me and the guys go fishing.” He answered and held the old woman’s hand.

“She seems sweet. Don’t worry her too much now.” She cooed.

“Ma’am. We’re not…” Diana went to clarify but shooed Benny away as he was given a final check by a nearby officer. She whispered to Diana as she took her hands and pulled her close.

“He’s impulsive but a good man. You came because you care. Get ya man hun.” She let out a long laugh as Diana felt her ears burn and nodded. Not that she disagreed with the woman but they’re friends. Have been for the last six months since they met at the Saucy Cantina bar. The pair left the building and Benny chuckled wondering how he was going to fit in her tiny blue hatchback car. Diana put her hands on her hips and said that if he wasn’t willing to sit up front, then he could lay in the back, just to be grateful that she came. Benny gave her another hug and told her that he was, though he still felt bad that she had to come and he knew that he’d interrupted a movie for her. Diana hated that he knew her routine so well already.

Being the goof that he was, Benny spread his long body across the backseat of the car and Diana drove, telling him to keep his shoes off the seats and he spoke about the new specials Ramon was starting at the Saucy Cantina. It wasn’t what she wanted to hear. She wanted to know what possessed him to beat up three men. It was clear Benny wasn’t up for talking about it right now. They arrived at her apartment where Benny could sleep on the couch and she would take him home tomorrow. As Diana unlocked her door, she had forgotten about the boxes though and how she’d have to explain them.

“So were you going to tell me that you’re planning on moving or just stop coming out with us and let me figure it out?” Benny asked, mimicking her with his hands on his hips as she had done.

“Well, my roommate is moving out with her boyfriend so I can’t afford this place on my own. It’s going to be an hour commute to work instead of thirty minutes and I planned on mentioning it eventually. I wasn’t sure how to tell you Benny.” Diana admitted. Her roommate still had some boxes to pick up so most of them were Diana’s. She needs to be out by the end of the month and planned to move back in with her mom for now.

“Why didn’t you just ask me? I got room. My house has three bedrooms and despite what you think I do clean, when I remember.” He flashed her a smile and she nearly said yes, but she’d be moving in with a man she had a crush on. What if he brings back someone? Will we have to talk about socks on doors?

No, no no no.

“I appreciate the thought Benny but it’s the most cost effective-”

“Are you sure you wanna move in with your mom? Didn’t you say you have issues with her and you two normally end up fighting?” Maybe she spoke to Benny too much about her family drama. She was seeing that now and she’d have to remember not to do that from now on.

“Can we talk about it tomorrow? Let’s just get some sleep.” Diana settles and walks to what will be her room for the next two weeks. Benny watches her walk away and waits until her bedroom door closes. He hears her on the phone and it sounds like Will since she said his name. It was short, just letting him know that he’s out. He then got a text from Will saying that they needed to talk when he got home.

“Ain’t shit to talk about that. I need to think about how I’m going to convince her to move in with me. It does sound crazy, but an hour away? That’s bullshit.” He removed his jacket, putting it on the back of the couch and set his shoes by the door. He laid on the couch and closed his eyes. Having Diana that far away bothered him for multiple reasons. Not only could he not just pop over to her place after practice, for a meal, movie or just to play some games with her. He would play his guitar sometimes because Will took it after his last visit to county. Benny had been able to convince Fish to bring his guitar over to Diana’s for safekeeping from his brother.

There’s too many things Benny wants to experience with Diana and to tell her. He’ll come up with a plan in the morning.

Hopefully.

Peeps who’d bail Benny out no questions asked ❤️: @tinytinymenace @laurfilijames @rhoorl @musings-of-a-rose @megamindsecretlair

#fanfiction #benny miller #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #benjamin miller #benny miller x ofc #Nerdie fic

[armysantiny]

Out in the rain – JJK

P: Jungkook x female reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: playing in the rain, fever, Bam mention, Jimin mention, Namjoon mention, Yoongi mention, grad student!Jungkook, dance teacher!Jimin, y/n's also a grad student, sleepy Kookie my beloved | Wc: 980| W: food cw| R: G

Summary: Jungkook initially thinks nothing of spending hours in the rain with Bam; it’s fun, and he likes spending time with his Doberman. Y/n gets her I told you so moment when a fever descends upon the grad student.

Min's notes; This was cute <33 the ending feels a lil rushed tho, but eh- I like where I left it

In hindsight, Jungkook knew spending hours in the rain with Bam wasn’t the smartest idea. He’d woken up feeling like several trains ran through him. He ached. Blinking through the brain fog, he groaned; lethargy, shivering and a sore throat? He would be an idiot to deny the facts – he was sick. Very sick, if the lead weight in his limbs were anything to go by.

How absolutely wonderful.

Flopping back into the comfort of his sheets with little resistance, Jungkook shifted around, overly uncomfortable. Everything was off-kilter, and he couldn’t help but whine in pain when his head throbbed from the squirming. Wishing for the pain to go away without actively getting up to find painkillers wasn’t doing much to help either.

“Love? Good morning— Jungkook?” Walking towards the boyfriend-shaped lump on the bed, y/n frowned, concern knitting her brows. “Are you okay?”

“…’m sick. Everything hurts.”

“Am I allowed to say it? A nod. “I told you so baby, it was pouring with rain yesterday. You stay here, I’ll go and get the thermometer.”

Luckily for y/n, Jungkook hadn’t planned on moving at all. In fact, he was quite happy to melt away underneath his duvet.

Peeping his head over the covers, Jungkook squinted as light poured through the gap in the door, exceedingly grateful that he invested in a good pair of blackout curtains. Saved from looking at the sunlight any longer once y/n re-entered the room, Jungkook returned to the comfort of being under his covers completely. He was shivering – nothing like being smothered under his covers couldn’t fix.

And then his precious duvet was torn away from him.

“Hello there~” y/n snickered as her boyfriend whined, “ can you lift your head for me bun? I need to check if you’re running a fever." Ruffling his sweat-damp hair, y/n hummed as she stuck the device in her sick boyfriend’s ear. Jungkook was definitely running a fever; he was a full two degrees above the human average. With a sigh, y/n set the device aside, wrapping her arms around Jungkook to help him sit up.

“How bad?”

“Very. Think you can make it to the living room?”

“Mhm…” Throwing his legs over the side, Jungkook hauled himself up, taking a grand total of three steps before wobbling, leaning into y/n’s open arms. Determined, the grad student blinked back the bout of dizziness as he tried to steady himself, huffing out an exhale. The fever wasn’t going to keep him down if he had anything to say about it.

Nursing a thermos of green tea with Bam curled up on the sofa, Jungkook read through his thesis for the third time that afternoon. As sick as he was, grad student responsibilities came first; his thesis needed to be worked on, whether he wanted to work on it or not. Coughing into his arm, the student read over his notes, content with simply editing the work he had already done. Alone in the apartment, he had no plans to move from his spot, risking his fate by leaving his front door unlocked.

He was a student, if someone decided to barge in, he’d welcome them in. Anything to escape university.

There was someone tapping his shoulder.

“…Kookie? Earth to Jeon Jungkook?” Opening his eyes only to immediately squint through the brightness of his overhead light, Jungkook made a noncommittal hum. “Oh thank fuck, you’re alive.”

“Jimin hyung?” Blinking as the blob in front him nodded, Jungkook hauled himself up with a weak groan, his vision swimming just that little bit more before it cleared up. His skin boiling, Jungkook made a frail attempt at fanning himself with his shirt, too exhausted to react to the way it clung to him and the sweat on his body. What he did react to, however, was the lack of Bam’s presence on his sofa – they were laying together, right? Turning his head from side-to-side – with all the grace of a ragdoll – Jungkook still couldn’t tell where his canine companion had gone.

“Hyung..?” Jimin hummed his response from the kitchen. “Where’s Bam? I thought he was here on the sofa with me?” Accepting the bowl of soup while he waited for Jimin’s answer, Jungkook let the bowl rest on the table.

“Namjoon hyung came by and took him for a walk, like, half an hour ago? Probably still with him. Anyway, eat up; Yoongi hyung brought this over and you need to get your strength back.” The older of the two answered, gently flicking the brunet’s forehead. Laughing when Jungkook huffed, whining about not hurting the patient, Jimin turned his head and followed the sound of knocking at the front door.

There was quiet, and then Jungkook paused when he heard laughter.

Y/n was home! He’d live!

“Hello to you too, Mr I Have A Fever~” Y/n cooed, ruffling her boyfriend’s hair as she deposited her bag and coat off to the side. Waving Jimin off when the dance teacher eventually needed to leave, she went on about her day, filling Jungkook in about everything happening outside the confines of his front door. It sounded fun. Pausing her description of a boring media lecture when she finally noticed Jungkook watching her with ever-so-adoring curiosity, y/n’s features softened.

He was just too cute for his own good.

“Anything you want, baby? You’ve been looking at me like that for a while now.” There was a pause as y/n waited for her answer, more than content to return her boyfriend’s gaze.

“Just a nap,” Jungkook yawned, shifting around until his head was settled in y/n’s lap. “You’re here now… so ‘m gonna sleep now~” A smile on his face when he felt the soft press of a kiss to his temples, Jungkook let his eyes shut again that day, the heaviness of fever-induced sleep soon taking over. He welcomed it.

“Sleep well my love.”

© copyright work of armysantiny 2023-2024

Networks: @kwritersworld, @kdiarynet, @ultkpopnetwork, @whipped-kpop-creators, @knet-bakery, @hybenet, @bangtanarmynet, @btshoneyhive @btscreatorscorner, @castlebangtan

If you’ve made it this far, thank you for reading! Consider reblogging, leaving some feedback or donating to my kofi!

Taglist: @teeztheflag, @jeonqquk, @mikailo666, @iiindigocheesecake, @xavi-in-kpopland, @marxenash, @borahae-reads, @jayswritingcafe| Taglist form

#Writer Elf Minnie #kwritersworldnet #kdiarynet #ultkpop #wkcnet #knet bakery #hybenet #bangtanarmynet #btshoneyhive #btscreatorscorner #castlebangtan #bts #bts fluff #bts x reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader #bts drabble #jungkook drabble #jungkook x you #jungkook imagine #jungkook au

[purecantarella]

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

day six yall HAHAHA i hope yall are enjoying this kinktober with me bc i am having fun doing this everyday HAHAHA i am incredibly sleepy and writing this while in class tho i hope you all enjoy this one HAHAHA myoui mina x reader disclaimer/s : smut. i suggest going to look for fluffier or angstier content.

mina in this gif has me on my knees

It was incredibly difficult to catch Mina's attention, but when you did it was impossible to get you out of her mind. It became a little bit of a controlled obsession but she didn't want it to get in the way of anything.

Especially when you of all people caught her eye. Her bandmate and best friend's girlfriend.

When Mina first met you, there was no spark. After all she was meeting you for the first time as Momo's girlfriend. She hyper-analyzed you as a potential partner for her closest friend in the group. While she did think you were attractive and kind enough, she didn't think anything more of you.

Her opinion on you was nothing more than someone she would see often around the dorm. That wouldn't change until one night.

She had been careless and dazed during their dance practice and wound up tripping and twisting her ankle. It wasn't too severe but she was asked to go home as to not further worsen the injury.

The managers weren't able to stay home and take care of her though given that they needed to take the girls to other schedules. So Momo asked you to go over to the dorms, despite Mina's insistence that she could stand to be alone for a couple hours.

"Hey, I'm here." You called from the door, much to Mina's dismay. She looked up at you as you entered the common space with a variety of random medical equipment. The Japanese woman stifled a laugh as she watched you looking around anxiously.

Mina waves from the couch while smiling widely, "Over here."

Your gaze shoots over to her and you're instantly relieved and you jog over to her. Like a puppy, Mina thinks to herself as you kneel down before her, examining the ankle delicately. "You should really be careful, Mina..." You pause, looking up into her eyes. "I would loathe the idea of you being hurt any worse."

Her heart jumps into her throat as she stares deeply into your gaze, the sincerity and concern that dripped from them. You pull your attention away from her momentarily, "Momo told me they applied a cold compress in the car so I'm just going to wrap it, alright?"

She nods before you take a medical bandage and pull it around her foot. Mina winces as you knot the ends together, you place a hand on her thigh, dangerously high. She now winces for an entirely different reason. The Japanese woman looks down at you, checking if you'd meant to do it, but you were so focused on her foot.

Her cheeks flush as you slip your hand to her knee before you smile up at her kindly. "There you go, now let's raise this thing." Again, her eyes bulge and her cheeks deepen in hue. But you simply prop her injured foot onto a nearby ottoman.

You sigh before standing up, "You want some water? Some food? Anything?"

Mina stares up at you shyly before quickly shaking her head. You smile awkwardly before sitting down beside her carefully, trying not to move her foot more than it should've been.

You two sit silently for a moment. Both of you weren't alone for long periods of time, Momo or someone was always there to break the silence. It was foreign to Mina but she found comfort in your presence...far more than she'd have liked.

Finally, she speaks, "I'm...I'm sorry that you had to go through the trouble of coming here." You chuckle and fall into the back of the couch, facing her and looking at her intently. The usually pale woman was now an embarrassing tint of pink as you were a mere fist away from her own face.

Your voice is soft, so soft she could lay in it forever, "You aren't a burden, Mina. Anywhere or anytime, I'm there if you need me." You nudge her shoulder playfully before pulling away, "Plus it's a nice apartment, I could be stuck in worse places."

She giggles and her eyes begin to droop as you prop your own feet up next to hers on the ottoman. You were still speaking but your voice was now muddled as she drifted off to sleep.

Mina's eyes opened and she was in, not her bedroom, but Momo's. She rubbed her eyes shocked. 'Did you bring her here? Did you not want to invade her privacy by just tucking her here?' She thinks to herself.

It was odd, her foot wasn't feeling as sore. Maybe the swelling had gone down. She swings her legs off the bed to try and look for you and thank you for taking care of her.

"Minari." Your voice soft and teasing, it made her heart jump.

The feeling was like nothing she'd ever felt before when she thought or saw you. Your eyes were hooded, a stark comparison from how wide-eyed and happy you always looked. "Y/n! You scared me."

You smirk her way as you take small steps forward, "I like it when you scream my name, Minari." The Japanese woman feels herself heat up before laughing awkwardly. Before she can retort anything, you're in front of her, on your knees as you were earlier. You were dangerously close to her lips and her eyes were the size of the moon as you stared at her, the smirk on your face never wavering.

"Y-Y/n. We—" You tut and press your index finger to her lips, dragging her lower lip down with your digit gently. Instantly, her mind is blank as you do that. Her mouth is dry and she can feel ever bodily fluid rush to her legs.

"Do you think I could pull more screams from that pretty mouth?" You ask, your breath fanning her lips only tempting her further. Your hands are quickly on her thighs, rubbing up and down while applying light pressure. She bites back a reluctant moan as you do so, only making your smirk grow wider. "Don't hide those noises...I'm sure they sound irresistible."

Her head is fuzzy but she utters out a shaky voice, "But I can't do this to Momo."

You scowl before shaking your head, "Fuck her..." You snarl, leaning down to kiss and suck her neck, very clearly leaving marks. Mina finally releases an airy moan as her hand flies to the back of your head. "It's only you and me here." You move back up and force her to look directly at you, "And you're all I want, Mina."

You pull her lips down onto yours roughly, the Japanese woman groaning upon impact before relaxing into your arms. You grin against her lips as your hands make haste to the waistband of her shorts.

With one swift motion, you slip her shorts and underwear off, leaving her slit exposed to you. You pull your lips away from hers, quickly making your way between her legs. Tongue poking out and trailing from her knee to right onto her inner thigh, repeating the same process on the left leg. She shifts uncomfortably, guilt boiling in her chest, Momo not straying far from her mind, but all at once it fans the flame of her desire for you.

"Ohhh, you just smell so delightful, Mina." Your thumb presses onto her waiting clit, just enough to have her whine so high for you. You grin, pressing just a little harder, enjoying just how much she squirmed for you. "Do you want me?"

Mina nods, her tongue out as she panted like a dog in heat and her eyes glassy. 'Morals be damned' She thinks to herself before pulling you into her lips again roughly. Her hands tug at the locks of your hair, starving for your lips, your touch, you.

"I want you so bad, Y/n." She moans as she pulls away. "Please give me everything." You smirk before nodding, lowering your head to her drooling cunt.

"Anywhere or anytime, I'm there if you need me." You whisper before shoving your face into her, tongue lapping and leaving broad strokes in and around her center. She cries out in sudden ecstasy at the indelicate movement of your tongue.

Mina's eyes glue shut as she chants out your name, "Y/n...Ohhhh Y/n. Y/N!"

"Mina!"

She jolts out of her actual rest. Wailing in pain as her foot falls to the ground again. "Agh!"

"Shit! Are you alright?" You ask from beside her. Concern filling your eyes, a rather unwanted shift from when she last saw you.

Mina reorients herself to where she is. She's sitting with you in the living room, right where she fell asleep last. You jump onto your feet, and dash to the kitchen, returning with a cold ice pack.

"You were shifting so much and whining in your sleep. I thought..." You trail off before pressing the ice cold pack onto her ankle. She stares at you, on your knees, so focused on her before your dedicated eyes move to meet hers.

She's suddenly burning red and she looks away embarrassed, you brush it off as nothing more than shame from accidentally hurting herself again. "Does that feel alright?" You ask, rubbing her swollen ankle.

"FINE!" Mina screams, the look in your eyes catching her off guard, before thinking that the ice pack would feel nice much higher.

You quirk a brow before excusing yourself to cook both your dinners. Leaving Mina to reflect on her dream, a hot flush hitting her each time she thinks of you and her in such a compromising position.

'This got complicated fast...' She thinks before pressing the ice pack to her dampening center with a soft groan.

the ending made me laugh and i can't explain why HAHAHAH i hope you all enjoyed this!! i'm beginning to feel a little overwhelmed by this on top of school but i'm still having fun HAHAHA i will see you all tomorrow!! keep safe and i love you all vv much!! - r

#twice #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice imagine #twice reaction #twice scenario #twice reactions #twice smut #twice mina #myoui mina #mina x reader #mina imagine #mina scenario #mina smut #kpop idol imagines #kpop idol x reader #kpop idol scenarios #kpop idol reactions #kpop idol smut #kpop imagines #kpop reactions #kpop x reader #kpop smut #girl group imagines #girl group x reader #girl group smut #kinktober 2022 #purecantarella

[baronessblixen]

O Holy No (6/10)

Today's prompt: weed Christmas cookies

Summary: The morning after, Mulder is in for a couple of surprises… (wc: 1,666)

Tagging @today-in-fic

All Mulder is wearing is a smile. It’s still dark outside, and he didn’t want to wake up Scully yet. She needs sleep after last night. Just the thought makes his smile turn into a big grin. After their somewhat awkward first time, they found their groove. And they found it several times. His favorite, he thinks, is when Scully helped him out of his brand-new boxer shorts that he of course modeled for her like promised.

He tried finding it before he went into the kitchen, but the bedroom was too dark, and he couldn’t remember where Scully had thrown it because right after, she had taken him into her mouth. No jury would convict him for not remembering.

So now here he is, stark naked in her kitchen, once again watching the coffee drip-drip. He makes a mental note to get her a new machine for her birthday. Or they need to be spending nights at his apartment. His heart soars when he realizes that this is only the beginning. They will spend nights here, or at his place, or in some Podunk town. But they will be together, sharing a bed.

He quietly hums a Christmas song that’s stuck in his head, moving his body to the silent rhythm, and wonders where Scully stores the cinnamon. He’s going to wake her with a freshly brewed coffee, sprinkled with sweet cinnamon and a kiss. It’s going to be perfect. Mulder turns around, a spoon in hand that he uses to orchestrate the music in his head, and then he freezes.

There, at the door stands a person - and not just any person. They stare at each other for a millisecond before one of them screams and Mulder quickly covers his groin with his hands, embarrassment covering his whole skin.

“Hello, Mrs. Scully,” he says with a shaky voice and fake cheer. “Did not expect to see you here this early.”

“Obviously,” she says, clearing her throat. She shields her eyes with her hand and it gives Mulder enough time to reach for a dishtowel that he drapes in front of him as best as he can. “I wanted to surprise Dana.”

“It’s a surprise for sure,” Mulder stammers, trying to hide himself away and sneak away from the kitchen. Would it be impolite if he just ran off and left her standing here?

“What is going?” Scully shuffles in from her bedroom dressed in a robe – lucky her! - rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Oh,” she says looking back and forth between Mulder and her mother. “Mom, you’re here early.” Yes, unlike him, she seems perfectly calm. Then again she isn't standing here naked.

“As I just told Fox,” she says, no longer shielding her eyes now that her daughter is in the kitchen and Mulder at least somewhat decent, “I wanted to surprise you. I brought breakfast.” As if on cue, Scully’s stomach grumbles.

“That sounds great,” she says, licking her lips, and Mulder’s penis chooses that moment to twitch. He can only hope Mrs. Scully didn’t see that. The dishtowel isn’t giving him much privacy.

“I brought enough for three people,” Mrs. Scully says, unpacking her paper bag. “If you want to join us, Fox.”

“Um, sure. I just…” he makes a hand gesture, forgetting he’s holding the dishtowel which slowly falls to the ground, and then, in a moment of sheer panic, he runs back into the bedroom.

With the light switched on, he finds his boxers easily. His jeans, too. He puts everything on, safe for his socks, and sits on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Are you okay?” He doesn’t notice Scully until she’s standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder.

“That was-,” he says, unable to find the right word. How can he ever face Mrs. Scully again?

“Unfortunate,” Scully says, but she’s smiling. “I thought we had time, but Mulder… why were you naked in my kitchen?”

“That, too, was unfortunate,” he says. “I didn’t want to wake you and couldn’t find my clothes. I figured the only person who might see me is you. Does your mother hate me now?”

“No,” Scully assures him, her voice as soft as the fingers she runs through his hair. “She adores you, Mulder. Believe it or not, my mother has seen a naked man before.” Mulder groans. “But she did send me in here to tell you that because of what she saw, and because you now owe her, you can’t say no to spending Christmas with us.”

“I- what? She wants me to spend Christmas with you after what she- after what just happened?” Scully nods. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You better say you’ll be there.”

“But-” It’s in San Diego. Scully wants him there with her family in San Diego. And her mother does, too. Like he’s part of their family. He was there once before. For Christmas, too. Going back for the first time will bring back memories of Emily. Scully must be thinking the same thing. He can’t deny her this. If she wants him there, he’ll be there. “I’d love to,” he finishes and her eyes grow wide.

“Really?”

“Unless you were just saying that to-”

“No,” she cuts him off, planting herself in his lap, surprising him. This is a new side of Scully and he can’t get enough of her. How many surprises are awaiting him? She puts her hands on his face, her thumbs gently caressing his skin. “I want you there and I wasn’t kidding when I said my mom is expecting you to show up now. No more excuses.” She leans in, gently kissing him. He thought he’d have to go days without being able to taste her while she was with her family. Now he gets to be there, too. And he’ll get to kiss her like this.

“I’ll go home,” he says in between kisses, “pack a few things and take the first flight I can get. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Scully says, giving him one last kiss before she gets up from his lap. “Let’s eat something. I worked up quite an appetite last night.” When she winks at him, he thinks he’s still dreaming. It’s all too good to be true.

He arrives in San Diego in the afternoon, a good few hours after Scully and her mother. He told her not to worry about picking him up from the airport and that he’d get a cab. On his way to Bill Jr.’s house, he finds himself nervously pulling at his clothes, worried how he’ll fit in. After all, Scully’s big brother isn’t his greatest fan. He doesn’t want to cause any animosity. He’s booked a hotel room for a few days so if Bill Jr. throws him out, he at least has somewhere to go.

Mulder is as jumpy as a teenager who is about to ring his crush’s doorbell, knowing he’ll have to face her father. In his case, it’s the big brother. He swallows hard, waiting for someone to open the door. For a moment he fears, Bill Jr. is deliberately keeping him out here to send a subtle message. Not welcome here. But just as he’s about to ring the bell again, the door opens.

“Hey.” Mulder is convinced he’s stepped into an alternate universe. There’s Bill Jr. and instead of a greeting growl, he gets a smile. A big one. So big in fact that Mulder even wonders if that is the same Bill Jr. he’s met before.

“Hello,” he says cautiously. “I’m, um…”

“Spooky,” Bill says. “Come on in. We’ve been waiting for you.” This cannot be real. He fell asleep somewhere and never woke up. He’s dreaming. But when Bill hauls him inside and into a hug, he has to concede that this is in fact happening.

“You were?”

“Sure.” Bill fishes a candy bar out of his pocket and stuffs it into his mouth. “Mom said we couldn’t eat until you were here. We’re starving.” Mulder follows Bill into the kitchen where Mrs. Scully is standing by the stove, giggling like a schoolgirl. Scully looked stressed out of her mind.

“There you are,” she says, quickly giving him a kiss in front of everyone and the dog. A dog that looks half beagle and half poodle and who Mulder has never heard of before. At least it's bigger than that orange fur ball Queequeg. The dog sniffs his pant leg, its tail wagging tentatively as if saying the jury is still out on whether Mulder is accepted or not.

“What is going on?” Mulder whispers, watching Bill and Mrs. Scully with their heads suspiciously close together, giggling uncontrollably. Scully leans against him and sighs.

“Weed Christmas cookies.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mom’s neighbor dropped off a box of cookies and well, they weren't your average sugar cookie. They were weed cookies. I’ve since taken them away because look at them. From Mrs. Henson, too, because she had no idea what they were. She thought she was using herbs her grandson had hidden in the kitchen. She was going to give these cookies to all her church friends.” Mulder has to refrain from laughing. Glancing at Scully, he sees that the feeling is mutual.

“As much fun as Mom and Bill are having,” Scully says. “It means we are in charge for now.”

“We are?” Scully nods.

“Tara and Matthew are at her parents and won’t be back until tonight. Someone has to make dinner and take care of Toodles.”

“Toodles?” The dog wags its tail and licks Mulder’s hand. “Oh, so you’re Toodles. Hi. So we make dinner, walk the dog and-”

“And get a Christmas tree,” Scully finishes for him.

“Sounds like… are there still any of the cookies left?” Scully playfully hits his arm.

Two days ago, he was hoping to catch a first kiss with Scully. Now it's like they're a married couple and he finds he's ready.

#ficmas2023 #oholyno #i can't believe i'm on chapter 6 #like i for sure thought i couldn't do it #anyway enjoy! #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[footy-fictionist]

Lazy day - Karim Adeyemi

Pairing: Karim Adeyemi x female reader

Warnings: sugar sweet fluff, some badly translated German

Word count: 1781

Note: As always, English is not my first language. I wanted to write something really cute and I think it turned out just right. Again, I don't know Karim and I have no clue what he is really like, so this is purely fiction. I just can't help but write for this adorable, handsome and underrated man. Please do not copy and/or publish my work, reblogging is totally fine.

The first few days after Karim got injured were very hard. They had to make sure how severe the injury was and how long he would be out for. Then Karim had to come to terms with the fact that he wouldn’t be able to play with the team and that he would miss the important return game against Chelsea. He was more than determined to be back as fast as he could. But she wouldn’t be his girlfriend if she didn’t tell him he would need to take it slow and not rush anything. Getting back too early could mean getting a worse injury than before. That didn’t stop Karim though, you could find him around the training ground every single day to help out or to train. 

Where she thought he would have some more time to spend with her, he only had even less time than before. She doesn’t hold it against him though, she understands his need to help out where he can. So everyday she makes sure she has everything ready for him to take to the training ground. Which means she gets up earlier to start on breakfast and for making his lunch. Karim is usually still asleep and she lets him get the rest he needs. Recovery is always better with enough sleep and rest. 

So when she hears her alarm go off a week after Karim got injured, she gets ready to quietly slip out of his hold to start on breakfast. And as she softly grabs his wrist to move his arm from around her waist, she stills when he puts his arm right back where it was before. She waits a minute or two before she tries again, but no luck. She carefully turns around in Karim’s hold and finds him with his eyes still closed. She lets her eyes rake over his face, taking in all of his features. She lifts a hand to softly trace over his eyebrows, taking in the arch of his nose and the shape of his lips. 

Her fingers trace from his eyebrows to the side of his face, over his cheek until she reaches those lips. Her thumb runs over his top lip and she feels him purse his lips to press a kiss to her thump. It tickles a little and makes her release a soft giggle. His eyes open a little to look at her sleepily. She admires the sleepy look in his big brown eyes, along with the twinkle that is always present when he looks at her. She’s always liked his eyes best, they really show her everything about his feelings. She gives him a soft smile, removes her thumb from his top lip and presses a feather light kiss to the exact same spot her thumb was on a few seconds before. She feels the way Karim’s lips curve into a smile. She goes to pull away from him again to start breakfast, but he wraps both of his arms around her this time.

“Where are you going? Don’t leave!”

The way he said it was almost desperate. She is confused, he isn’t usually like this in the mornings. 

“I’m getting up to make your breakfast and pack your lunch. I’m assuming you want to go to the training ground again today.” 

He shakes his head at her words, which confuses her even more than before. 

“I’m not going today, Schatz. I’ve been there everyday for the past week. I want to stay with you today, quality time. You also have the day off right?”

“They told you to take more rest, didn’t they? And yes, it’s my day off too.”

He looks at her a little sheepishly, she definitely caught him. He went to the training ground so much that they almost threatened him to stay home. They did eventually manage to convince him to listen to them. The reason being that they questioned if his girl was okay with him being gone everyday. It hit him that he hasn’t spent much time with her lately, yet she never complained about him being gone. So he agreed with the staff and decided to stay home a bit more, to rest and to spend time with his girlfriend.

“Okay, you caught me. But what I said is also true. I know I’ve been gone a lot lately, more than before. You never complain about it, even though you must be a little annoyed. So I promise now, that I’ll be home more and that I won’t be going to the training ground every single day.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that. I don’t complain because I know how hard this injury is on you and that you just want to do as much as possible to help out. I can only admire that, my love. You’re so passionate and I love seeing you do what you love the most. So don’t worry, I will always have your back, even when you’re busy. Because I love you.”

Karim pulled her even closer. Legs tangling (carefully as to not hurt him), foreheads touching. He whispers back how much he loves her and how she’s the absolute best thing that has ever happened to him. They stay like that for a long time, this time with Karim admiring every single one of her features. It’s calm and peaceful and everything they both needed. They soon enough fall back asleep, completely tangled up in each other. And if anyone would see them together like this, they would know. Know that they are meant for each other, heartbeats and breathing in sync. 

After another hour or two of sleeping, they both wake up and they just softly talk about the past week. Anything that comes to mind. He shares his stories of the training ground, whilst she talks about work and what her friends were up to, they always have the best gossip. They don’t get to do this often, so they really make the most of this time together. They get out of bed once they hear Karim’s stomach rumble. She laughs once she hears it, whilst he looks at her sheepishly. They get out of bed but instead of walking out of the room, Karim walks up to her. He puts his hands on her hips and she thinks he’ll kiss her, but instead he throws her over his shoulder. A scream leaves her mouth before she starts laughing. She smacks his bum a few times in the hope he lets her go, but he doesn’t and just carries her all the way to the kitchen. 

He sits her down on the countertop and moves so he’s standing between her legs. A few chuckles still leave her lips and he’s just admiring the joy on her face. He makes a mental note to do more spontaneous things, just to see the joy on her face like this. He presses a kiss to the apple of her cheek. She puts her hands to the back of his neck and pulls him closer to press a kiss to his lips. They kiss for a bit longer, the rumble of her stomach making them both laugh. She gets off the countertops and grabs everything she needs to make breakfast. Once she has everything, Karim doesn’t leave her side. He’s always touching her in some way. 

She hands him his pancakes before they move to the couch, where they put on one of their favourite shows. They sit close together and finish their breakfast within minutes. She puts the plates on the coffee table, before moving back to her spot beside Karim, throwing her legs over his. She grabs his arm, moves closer to his side and cuddles his arm close to her chest. He looks down her way, only to catch the way she leans her head on his shoulder. He intertwines their fingers and asks her if there is a film she’d love to see. She tells him about the new film she heard about and he puts it on the tv. 

Somewhere halfway through the film, the doorbell rings. She looks up confused and Karim just shrugs. He pauses the film and she gets up to walk to the front door. She mentally celebrates that she’s looking a little decent once she opens the door. There is a delivery man in front of the door with a huge bouquet of flowers. The man sends her a smile and hands the flowers to her. She asks him if he’s sure they are for her and he nods at her before wishing her a nice day. She admires the multicoloured bouquet and finds a note between the flowers. She grabs it and reads it. 

Für meinen Schatz. Ich liebe dich.  Dein Karim. 

A few tears fill her eyes as she walks back to the living room.

“You silly man! You got me flowers, for what?”

“Just because. A small way to show you that I love you. I feel like I haven’t done that enough lately.” 

She lays the flowers on the table as a sob leaves her lips, before climbing onto his lap and burying her face in the crook of his neck. She can’t stop repeating the words ‘I love you’ and he smiles whilst softly rubbing her back. 

“Do you like them, mein Schatz? These are happy tears right?”

“I love them, Karim. You really didn’t have to do this. I know you love me. And I love you. Of course they are happy tears, you always make me happy!”

They stay like that for a little while longer. Eventually Karim turns the film back on whilst they’re snuggled up. She leaves between films to put the flowers in a vase. They continue the day with a few more films and some junk food (where they both agree not to tell anyone). When the time comes around for dinner, she gets up and goes to the kitchen to make Karim’s favourite. He follows her soon enough, not wanting to be away from each other for too long. They eat dinner at the dinner table and decide to play some board games to end the day. Both are incredibly competitive so they play until they’re tied in winnings. 

They get ready for bed together and do some skincare. Or she does skincare and forces Karim to do some as well. When they’re snuggled up in bed, they are content with their day. They both give some kisses to each other’s skin, their way of thanking each other for the day. They fall asleep with smiles on their faces, having had the best day together.

(Mein) Schatz: (my) babe/treasure/dearFür meinen schatz: for my treasure/dearIch liebe dich: I love youDein Karim: your Karim

#karim adeyemi x reader #karim adeyemi x female reader #karim adeyemi imagine #karim adeyemi one shot #karim adeyemi fanfic #football imagine #football imagines #football one shot