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[lixiektty]

angel pussy

word count: 1.3k

warnings/kinks: dom!chan, sub!reader, language, oral (f. receiving), pussy smacking, praise, only a little degradation, pet names, dirty talk, pls feel free to let me know if i missed anything!!

author's note: took a mental health break while i was trying to finish up school before winter break, but i'm back!! and i hope you all enjoy my upcoming works for this month.

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waking up here would always felt like a dream. all the walls to the room were glass, giving an open view to the snow falling down and landing onto the ground. it was better knowing that you lived in the middle of nowhere and didn't have to worry about anyone watch you.

it'd get really cold at night but with your boyfriend by your side, he kept you company with his body heat, you rested peacefully everytime.

this morning, he woke you up with a shower of kisses along your collarbone and neck. he had been going at it since the moment he woke up, eager for the taste of your skin. you were addicting to him, honestly. he really could not get enough.

chan didn't start moving closer to your jaw until he felt you starting to stir awake. you groan, eyes fluttering open, "chris—" you whine.

"good morning, angel," he mumbled against your skin, "i woke up with a craving."

you sigh, head resting back on the pillows, "what is it?"

"was craving you— the sweet taste of your pussy, can i eat you out?" he asked. he sounded so innocent asking like that, you'd be lying if you said it didn't turn you on— even just a little bit.

"it's 7 in the morning," you protest.

"that's never stopped us before," he chuckled, leaving a wet peck right under your jaw, "come on baby, it's driving me crazy."

chan was still marking up your neck, hand now creeping under your shirt. his warm fingers sliding against your skin sent chills down your spine. you didn't want to reject his offer, you were just still half asleep and wanted to go back to your slumber.

"you can lay back and relax, i'll do all the work," he added, hoping it'd make you agree.

"ugh, fine," those words leaving your mouth excited chan more than you thought, a bright smile shining on his face as if he didn't ask for such a dirty thing.

"thank you, angel," he thanked, before moving on top of you while still remaining under the covers, placing the most gentle kiss upon your lips.

he was soon moving down, disappearing into the blanket, hot breath on your already bare cunt.

"only put my shirt on last night?" he asked. you heard that smirk he wore on his face so clearly.

you hum in response, hips wiggling as if it was an invite for him to finally shove his face between your legs. his hands rub the smooth skin on your thighs, pushing them up and apart for him to fit comfortably into.

finally, his skilled mouth was on you, gently sucking up your arousal. you let out a sigh in pleasure, relaxing just as chan said you would.

it didn't matter how, what, when or where— chan was going to show you his affection. just like this morning, he only wanted to taste you, not even wanting to fuck you like that wouldn't please him too. no, he just wanted the taste of you melting on his tongue.

"mmh, so sweet," he praised, humming into you.

your clit throbbed from the attention he was giving you, and the words leaving his dirty mouth. he knew exactly how to use it wether that being on you or using it to say the things he knew would have you weak in the knees.

his tongue was moving in slow circles, taking his time and being gentle with you this early in the morning. you appreciated it, but your body needed more. everything was happening too slow.

usually, on any other occasion, chan would be eating you out as if he was starving. lips bright pink and swollen after being done with you. as much as you wanted, you had no idea what was going on in his mind and why he was taking his time. he wanted to savor every taste even though he knew he had you all the himself.

it was difficult to hold yourself back when being expressive with what you desire most. so you didn't, bucking your hips up into his mouth.

"more, chan please—" you beg. his next actions after pulling away surprise you though, considering he had been so gentle not too long ago. a sharp slap was sent against your folds. you jump at the obvious contact.

"i told you to relax and i'd do the work right?" he asked, if only you could see that look on his face, "don't act up."

you stayed quiet after that, other than the uncontrollable moans leaving you. chan became a lot more messy, even after him basically telling you to not tell him what to do. he was doing just as begged for.

"is this want you wanted? my poor little slutty angel just couldn't wait two seconds," he said, burying his face back into you.

you were a moaning mess already. the only thing that'd get you closer to your orgasm was if you could see his face. your lower body was just so cold— the more chan was eating at you like a madman, the more your body actually started to heat up.

it was almost like it was your first instinct to yank the blanket off of him, which is exactly what you did. earning a grin from chan once he looked up and realized he was no longer hiding under the covers, "like seeing me between your thighs?" you nod, lip stuck between your teeth. "you're the prettiest little thing, yunno?"

you couldn't stand how much he was praising you, it was hard to hide that his words effected you— and he knew they did. each swipe of his tongue sent another rush of pleasure through your veins and you already felt so close to your high.

chan knew your body so well, he knew when you on the verge of snapping. he kept his mouth on you, tongue focusing on your bud and sucking hard until he heard a cry from you.

"fuck— chan, i'm close," you moan, fingers in his curly locks and yanking him in closer.

he could smell, taste, and feel all of you— his mind was all over the place. you were so sweet in every way possible, it genuinely drove him nuts.

"you can cum, angel," he said, pulling away after every other word, "put all those sweet angel juices all over my face, go on."

chan was a fucking menace. he made you putty into his hands by just his words and tongue. you wondered how he did it— how he had the power to do such things.

"ah— jesus chan," you cried, body tensing and hips pushing down on your boyfriend's tongue.

chan allowed you to ride his tongue until you stopped moving. he pressed a kiss against you, making you shiver— this caused him to laugh a little, apologizing. "sorry," he said with a grin, "i can do that all day."

"well, we have things to do," you reply instantly, sitting up and closing your legs.

that was a lie. neither of you had to work, or had plans with friends. today was a free day, and all you wanted to do was lay and do absolutely fucking nothing. it wasn't like you could do much anyways considering the amount of snow piling up.

"yeah, like what?" chan asked.

your eyes got big, corners of your mouth curling, "cuddle and watch movies," you suggested, "it's a snow day."

he didn't argue, sitting next to you and pulling the blanket draped over the both of you up. he pulled you close and picked up the remote to begin surfing around for something to watch.

"anything you wanna watch specifically?" he asked, you shake you head, "no, surprise me," chan hummed, kissing your forehead then scrolled through the movies. your head was now rested on his chest, legs ontop of his and taking in all his warmth shared under the blanket.

nothing, honestly, could ever be better than this.

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[chrisevansonly]

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[godshitgirl]

Ranpo loves praise♡

Bottom!RANPO X Top!Fem!READER

| Praise kink, use of "Mommy" and "Baby", submissive Ranpo, creampie |

Ranpo loves praise.

It's so cute seeing a man who seemed so sure of himself be absolutely ruined just by a couple kind words.

Just a little compliment here and there, and Ranpo was putty in your hands.

It was dark that night, the only light coming from the moon itself as it danced its way in through the window. It crept up the floorboards until it reached the two of you.

Ranpo was deep inside of you, fucking you slowly and desperately. He knelt between your legs, his grip loosening and hardening against your thighs, keeping them apart lazily. His eyes were barely open, and in the darkness you saw only bright green slits staring back at you, awaiting your approval.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, dear..." you cooed, finding the tired rhythm of his movements sweet and cute. He was such a baby, your baby after all. All he wanted all day was your pussy, especially after you'd been teasing him all day with those thigh highs that cupped the fat on your legs beautifully. Several times throughout the day, he thought he was going to cum on the spot everytime you leaned over to hand him some paperwork, or gently caressed your thighs knowing he was watching, or simply walking past, allowing your sweet aroma to fill his nose and in turn his dirty thoughts. But he made it, he was good, and he went the whole day without cumming or jerking off. That deserved a reward.

"Ahn, ah, M-Mommy..." He whined, his approval battery suddenly drained so quickly, desperately asking for more of your delicious praise.

"Yes, Baby?" You asked, as if you didn't already know what he wanted.

"M-Mommy, am-am I doing g-good?" He asked as he tried thrusting into you faster, hoping to please you more. Silly boy, just the thought of him not being enough for you was torture for him. He needed validation, he needed your praise.

"Yes, dear, you're doing so good..." you cupped his cheek with your hand, caressing him lovingly. "So good for me, such a good boy..."

"M-Ma...Mommy...." He moaned, slowly reaching his limit.

That's when you decided to bring in the big guns.

"Such a good boy, Ranpo, fucking me so well. So good for me, so good for Mommy...." you added a couple moans here and there, making sure your voice was as sultry as possible, knowing it made Ranpo go crazy.

His hips started stuttering and his grip on your thighs tightened. "M-Mom-Mommy!! Hah, hah...Mommy!!" He whimpered as he slowly reached his release.

That's when you started tingling all over, his cock reaching your sweet spot more and in a faster pace, you held onto his back to keep him close as you both came together.

Ranpo was breathing heavily now, thrusting in slowly, just once or twice, savoring what was left of that feeling, before slowly pulling out with a grunt.

He looked beneath him to find your pretty little pussy, liquids shining in the moonlight like wet little stars. His cum spilled out of you, overfilling your hole nicely. You put on your panties and let down the nightshirt that had been previously pulled up above your breasts, pulling your beloved into a sweet goodnight kiss.

Ranpo finally caught his breath within your mouth. "Please," He pleaded. "One more?"

"No, no, we have work in the morning, remember?" You said, watching him pout like a spoiled little child, it was so cute to see.

"Reeaaally?" He asked again as you pulled him into the covers. "Yes, really, now go to bed, Kunikida-san will yell at you for making us late."

"Why would it be my fault?!" He whined.

"Cause I'm blaming you, of course!" You teased. "Plus, I'm the one who has to shovel cum out of my pussy and take a pill tomorrow, it's only fair."

"Fine." He pouted, getting under the covers to go to sleep.

"But I know you're just doing this just so I'll be extra horny tomorrow."

"Ah, so I guess you don't need those glasses to deduct me."

"Of course! I'm the greatest detective, you know!"

"Of course dear. Goodnight."

"Hmmph. Goodnight."

As Ranpo slowly fell deeper into his sleep, you caressed him, twisting and twirling his black hair around your fingers as you silently read your book.

Ranpo sure does love praise.

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[shayyprasad]

my peter | peter parker

takes place during no way home, tw: cursing maybe, mentions of suicide

i dont i remember the movie, and i couldn't pull it up so enjoy this made up script that loosely follows that plot with multiple time gaps :)

ghostspider!reader (yall the ghostspider was researched for like 15 minutes and i have the most vague understanding of it)

summary: you end up in peter's world... just not your peter's. (takes place during no way home.)

word count: 2.0k-ish words

i didn't know how i ended up here. on second i was there... and then... i wasn't.

i remember falling, i think. from something tall? a building. yeah, a building. no. we were- we were on a clock tower? at the top. and the last thing i remember is a gunshot. shot directly at my webs-wings...?

i was falling, and then i wasn't.

i pulled myself up against the wall of the dark alleyway, shivering as the cold air wrapped itself around me, sending goosebumps down my skin. i simply couldn't remember how i'd gotten here, and it was killing me. i staggered out, my vision blurry. i hovered my hand in the air, faint blue sparks crackling.

my eyes widened when i heard loud honking, and bright lights seared into my line of sight. i opened my mouth to scream, but suddenly a blur of blue and red swung by me, and then my feet weren't in the ground. i buried my nose into the neck of whoever it was, and it only took one thing to figure out who it was.

his smell. he smelled like love and pinewood and all the sweet things. and as creepy as it probably sounded, he smelled distinct, like home. he was home.

he was peter.

even after he'd set me down somewhere, i still let my arms linger for a moment longer. or two.

"uh, ma'am? i-"

my eyes glazed over, because here he was. here was peter. but how? wasn't he dead? my peter was dead, right?

"peter, love, is- is that you? how-... oh my god. i- i thought you were dead- you have no idea how happy i am to see you. i'm actually going crazy, aren't i? you wouldn't believe it. because one second, i'm on the clock tower and then you're here and i'm in an alley. what happened?"

he was stuttering, and clearly struggling to piece together a sentence. "w-who's peter? i'm not- i'm not peter," peter said, laughing nervously.

"can you not, babe? i'm in a dilemma. like, dilemma dilemma. no joking right now. like... you're here. right now. in front of me... but... you're dead."

"i'm not peter, and not dead." he added.

"hon, we've literally been over this. i know you're spider-man. remember when i walked into you changing out of the suit? because, like, not to brag, i knew something was up."

"look, lady, i've got no idea who you are, but you need to chill. i don't know who you think i am, but i'm certainly not him. please let me take you home, or to your asylum, or wherever it is that you live."

"pete, this isn't funny."

"yeah, i get that. and i'm not peter."

"yes, you are. you're peter parker, age nineteen, you live with your aunt, and you swing around in speedos all day for fun. i think i know who my fucking boyfriend is, all right? now tell me what's going on, like, right now."

he was speechless, and i took that as an opportunity to rip his mask off his face, causing him to yelp in shock. i could see anger knitted onto his eyebrows, and tucked fiercely behind his eyes. "what the hell-!"

in every way possible, he was peter benjamin parker. except one.

i ran my thumb over his left cheekbone, brushing the spot gently.

my peter parker had a scar across that part of his skin, and i knew that because i kissed him there every morning. right? ...right?

so what on earth was going on?

"you- you don't..." i took a half step back, and i knew he said something, but i couldn't hear him. my heart was thudding so loudly in my chest, i could hear it in my ears. when i turned around, i saw a large building, and on it was a giant "a", lit up and shining like a christmas tree.

since when was that there? since when was...?

and the more i looked, the more i could pick things out. many, many things. like the fact that there was a delmar's? as far as i knew, that didn't exist. it didn't... it wouldn't- but then what was i looking at? what was happening?

my head was aching, and it felt like the migraine i had would kill me.

fuzzy images swirled around in my brain, pressed towards the back of my head.

"-under arrest."

"she can't-"

screaming.

"-murdered harry-"

"he tried to-"

"-killed peter.

"peter-... suicide-"

"no-"

fuzzy again.

more screaming.

"-doesn't justify her actions-"

"she-"

god, the screaming. it was drilling itself into my head, burning into my memory. and it wouldn't stop. it wouldn't- wouldn't stop.

peter was dead. harry was dead. and i was wanted for- no. no, no, no, this couldn't be happening. i was- i-

i took another step forward and i felt the the floor behind me disappear. only then did it hit me that i was on the high piller of a big bridge. i heard a thwip behind me. and i was pulled back, my back hitting something. tilting my head up, i saw peter's (was it even him?) confused expression, before it morphed into something of understanding. like he knew somthing i didn't.

"you're right. i am peter parker. but i'm not your peter parker. i, uh, i'm not really sure how to explain it, but this isn't your universe."

"i- i don't-"

"i know, i know. i can help you, but only if you trust me. can you do that?"

i didn't even comprehend the fact i was nodding, because not even a second later, i was holding onto him for dear life and swinging.

-

things had happened (not many) since i'd met him. met? was that the right word? because i'd met him before, and god, i'd done a little more than just love him. but i think this was different. maybe because i... i was in a different universe? multiverse? he tried to explain it to me, but my brain still hadn't caught up.

also, i cried.

a lot.

and then i stopped. because my tear ducts were dead, and it didn't feel real. so i ignored anything that had already happened, and focused on what was about to happen.

everything was hazy, and i couldn't figure it out.

for some reason, being near this peter made me feel safe. because he looked the same, talked the same, and acted the same. i pulled his hands to me, holding them in mine. my lips were pressed in a thin line, and my eyes were watering, briming with tears.

he could tell i was scared. i think he was, too, because he didn't let go. he stayed by me.

when would i go home? go back to peter? not any peter, my peter. was i even going to get to go home?

i wasn't alone here. we were in some... basement? it doesn't matter. anyways, there were other people. three were in some weird cell thing, and there was a boy, maybe around peter's age, talking to another man.

he was tall and had a fancy looking cape around him that i could only wish i had. he was awesome, i decided.

"hey, uh, girl," he nodded towards me, and on instict i sat up a little straighter. "do me a favor, yeah?" he asked me, but i got the sense that it was rhetorical, so i didn't answer. "go- go stand over there," the man squinted and pointed his finger toward a small corner, secluded slightly."

"dr. strange?" peter inquired, "what are you-"

"uh-bup-bup-bup. no talking, spiderling."

i made brief contact with the curly hair boy and dropped my hands, standing up to do what he was saying. at this point, i'd figured that it was better not to question cape guy. but the second i got there, i hear a whoosh of air behind me. turning around, i saw that they were trapped in the same translucent cage.

"hey!" peter yelled, "what the fuck did you do? does it look like she's of any harm at all?"

i paused. they weren't in it. i was. sucking in a breath, i stumbled backwards, hitting the wall. i just wanted to go home. i didn't ask for this. i didn't ask for any of this. i just wanted to go home. to peter. to my peter.

"what's the point, anyways?" strange retorted. "she can't go home, now can she? and she sure as hell can't stay here."

peter didn't say anything, so strange continued. "she's gonna die, peter, and there's nothing we can do." he looked at me, "i'm sorry."

"no," i murmured, so quietly i was suprised to hear myself. "you aren't sorry. don't shit yourself. you don't care. and why would you? this doesn't concern you, you selfish bastard."

"she can stay here," ned piped up. "with us. s-she can help us- an-and..."

"yeah!" peter exclaimed. my heart beat a little faster then.

strange sighed and shook his head, "i don't think you understand the consequences-"

"so what do i do then? go ahead, enlighten me. take her home to die? because, yeah, that makes me a great hero."

"kid, it's not about-"

"she's staying. she's helping us send them home... and then- and then she can stay." he looked over at me, "you do want to stay, right?"

i shrugged. what was left at home for me anyways? death row? maybe i could have a fresh start. here, with... peter. could he be my peter?

"yes. i do."

"then it's settled, let her out," ned declared.

-

pete and i were outside, on the roof. we weren't talking, but the silence between us was enough. i lit small blue sparks in my hand, playing with them. it was nice. it was comforting.

"so, uh- woah. that- that's awesome!"

i looked over at him. "huh? oh. yeah. i'm like you, but not."

he looked confused, so i took it upon myself to elaborate.

"well, you're spider-man. i'm- i'm ghost spider. long story. don't wanna go into it."

"it's okay. i can't do that. i can stick to walls," he grinned, making me snicker.

"oh, what a skill."

"how'd you get here?" peter asker, once the giggles died down.

i sucked in a breath, "harry osborne? i don't think you have one. he was my peter's best friend. got into an argument because harry was sick and he needed peter's blood to... i dunno, heal? get better? anyways, peter wouldn't give it to him because of the possible effects his blood could have, because of the spider bite."

he nodded, signaling me to continue, "harry pulled some crazy shit, turned into a crazy flying green man... and... he killed my peter." my voice cracked towards the end.

"i- i'm so sorry."

"it's okay. harry made it look like a suicide, but i knew. i knew and that was enough. harry owed oscorp, which is like the stark industries. who's gonna pin it on a rich white man? no one. i guess i had enough... and i killed him. the world found out and they all wanted ghost-spider dead. so... yeah. i don't really remember how exactly, but i fell from a clock tower. i know that if i tried, i could've saved myself. but i- i didn't want to."

"i'm sorry." he said again, because what else was there to say? "i lost my... you."

"what?"

"my mj. strange says there's a version of every person in every alternate universe. mj was you. i couldn't save her."

"that's the worst part of this job. you can't save the ones that matter the most."

"yeah," he murmured solemnly.

"i'm glad that if i'm stuck here, i'm stuck here with you."

he smiled, dropping his head onto my lap, and i quietly played with his hair.

-

"oh my god. we did it. we- we did it!"

"yeah," he said quietly.

"oh, peter, i'm so, so, so sorry. about- about all this. about may, and about the whole world, well, except me, forgett-"

"it's okay," peter smiled softly, pulling me close to him. "because... at least i got something good out of it," and with that, i'm proud to say, he kissed me.

yes, we were still grieving. but it would be okay. because we'd do it together.

my peter.

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[exquisiteserotonin]

Stargazin'

I'm just gonna go out and say it: it's Friday and we're feral

Rating: E is for Explicit - 18+ only 🔞MDNI🔞

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader (no use of y/n)

Word count: ~1.9K

Summary: An unexpected suprise is waiting for you when you get home. Will these two crazy kids ever admit that they're crazy for each other?

Warnings: Oral sex (m!receiving) PiV sex, riding, cheesy jokes (it's Dieter, come on!) --- like I've said before, my fic is not for youngsters, please do not engage if you are not 18+

A/N: This all came about after seeing a certain person with a sparkly accessory.

Divider by @cafekitsune

And as always so much love for my magical sluts at the Juice Collective! @basicoccult @imalrightllama @legendary-pink-dot @pink-whiskey-woman @sparklefarts38 @redhotkitchen @youandmeand5bucks @arcanefox207

“You’ve been over at that guy’s house almost every day last week,” Alex said through the Bluetooth speaker in your car. “What was his name again? The one who lives across the street from El Rey.”  

“Pedro,” you responded with a giggle, thinking about how his thick cock filled you, “I mean he’s a good fuck.” 

“Sounds like it’s getting pretty serious.”

“Eh,” you replied, suddenly feeling almost guilty at having anything negative to say about getting fucked on a regular basis. 

“Uh oh, did your red flag radar go off?” 

“There’s just something a little shady there,” you added as you clicked your tongue against your teeth, “and called me old fashioned, but I like my fuck buddies to be transparent.”

“You mean like Di---,” she started as you took a right turn uphill towards your street.

“Don’t start!” you said, your voice darting out like an arrow. “Hey, I’m almost by my house, I’ll call you later.” 

You ended the call as you turned into the driveway of your beachy bungalow. The bright afternoon sun danced against the rhythmic sway of the shade trees in your front yard. An instant feeling of calm met you once you unlocked and walked through the front door of your home. The mix of the golden light, the warm neutrals of your decor, and your beloved plants placed with intention alongside windows and in the corners of each room all came together as your personal sanctuary. 

Muscle memory led you to your bedroom and your feeling of peace left you with a gasp at the sight before you. 

“Howdy.” 

Dieter greeted you with a low, flirty growl as he affected a Texas drawl. He lay in your king size bed, naked, with his legs sprawled out, a sparkly, silver cowboy hat covered his cock, like a glimmering bow atop a present. His hands were resting behind his head as he looked at you with a libidinous smirk shining through his stubble which had grown longer since last you saw him. As much as you fought against it, you found yourself biting your bottom lip.

“What do you have under that hat, cowboy?” 

Dieter pushed himself up by the elbows, accentuating the broadness of his shoulders. The sunlight that floated in through the blinds lit his golden skin with a perfect combination of light and shadow. A heat grew inside you as you marveled at how it defined the obvious muscles that had emerged since you had last seen him. 

Fuck, he’s been working out. 

“Well ma’am,” Dieter continued, his accent was so sweet it was as though he’d dipped his tongue in tupelo honey, “why don’t you mosey on over here and find out?”

It was like he was pulling you into some kind of metaphysical trance as he leaned up one inch more, emphasizing his belly. Though noticeably slimmer, it remained endearingly soft.

With wicked intentionality, he adjusted the shimmering hat and bucked his hips. Every movement he made had your skin tingling from each strand of hair on your head through every inch of your body to your toes. The worst thing about him knowing you so well was that he knew exactly what to do to drive you absolutely insane. And with one more wink and a scrunch of his nose, he beckoned you to him. 

“You’re a fucking menace,” you said, trying to hide your smile. 

“C’mere and I’ll show you just how much of a menace I can be,” he hissed, his tongue taking a small peek from behind his smile.

It was hard for you to imagine who might deny Dieter, knowing that there was an 8-inch cock waiting for you underneath that obnoxiously loud, silver cowboy hat. Whoever that might be, it certainly wasn’t you. 

You had discarded all but your bralette and panties as you began to crawl on the bed towards him. The muscles in his calves were solid and defined, you noticed, as you knelt between his spread legs massaging your hands up their length. The hairs on them tingled with a wave of raised goosebumps at your touch. With one hand you removed the only physical accessory that prevented him from being bare and unfurled for you. 

“You know what they say,” Dieter tempted you with a roll of his tongue, “save a horse, ride a cowboy.” 

A loud, warm laugh echoed from the depths of your belly. Any other man would have been threatened and immediately lost his hard on from your laughter, but not Dieter. You took the hat off his dick placing atop your head as he laughed with you. His chest and belly rumbled, his laugh echoing out wildly and boisterously with yours while his cock still twitched. Reaching for his forearms and pulling him towards you, you interlaced your fingers in his. The smile you wore on your face before you kissed him was so big that your cheeks hurt. 

“Well cowboy, I’m going to ride this cock,” you hushed him as you lowered your lips to his glistening cock, “but first…”

Gripping him first with a gentle hold of your right hand, you pulled back his foreskin and caressed your lips and circled your tongue against the smooth skin of his cock. A gasp escaped him at your initial touch. A smile slowly formed on your lips before you wrapped them around the tip, pressing a broad stroke of your tongue to the center of the head of his cock. His body shuddered with a few strong pulls of him into your mouth.

“Shit, you’re…so good,” he groaned, placing a hand gently to your hair. 

At that motion you moved your lips down the length of his shaft. Your lips savored each ridge and vein as he throbbed against you. You took as much of him as you could into your mouth to the back of your throat. You hollowed your cheeks to take more of him in, at least, as much you could before finding the perfect rhythm of your lips moving up and down to fuck him with your mouth. 

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said with the tiniest whimper. 

A low, muffled moan vibrated from the back of your throat to his cock, making him moan out for you again and again. The feeling of him shaking for you and the way he sighed and moaned in desperation as you sucked him off had a special way of making you want him even more. As you delighted in the taste of him, your pussy clenched as your sex slipped from you to coat your panties. As you massaged his balls, you focused your mouth back to the head of his delectable cock, sucking until he gripped the sheets. 

“Stop, stop---don’t want to come yet!” He groaned through sighs and gasps. “Need to fuck you.” 

“No…,” you purred as you slipped off your panties and pulled your bralette off over your head, “I need to fuck you.”

“Well come on then,” Dieter tempted, scrunching his nose with a playful snarl, “ride it like you stole it.” 

You hadn’t even sunk over him, and your pussy was already pulsing with need. The anticipation coursed through you as you crawled over his defined thighs, feeling the muscles in his quads flex as you lowered yourself onto him with an unrestrained moan. With a slow, deep roll of your hips you began to grind yourself on his cock. With each wave of movement, you felt how hard you kept him and how every controlled gesticulation you made stirred the most intense delight in your folds. Your sex glided from your pussy onto his cock as you swayed your hips into him faster and faster. He clutched at the pillow beneath his head, bouncing his hips up for you as you rode him. His herculean hands reached for your waist, massaging your hips as you continued to bounce on him, feeling every inch as he thrust up into you. The head of his cock hit you in the most exquisite way, leaving you shuddering against his hips. Your approaching climax began to light up nearly every nerve in your body like a switchboard. His hands journeyed to your breasts, grasping them, kneading them until his fingers found your nipples to pinch and flick at them like the strings on a fiddle. 

“Ahh, Dieter, fuck!” you cried, your nipples tingling at his touch.

Holding the silver cowboy hat to your head with one hand, you leaned back against his left thigh until you began to gently massage his balls with the other. A long, low moan left his pouty lips, and he gave one strong thrust upwards, making you yelp out in ecstasy. As Dieter propped himself up towards you, you leaned forward to grind your pelvis into the base of his cock. Every nerve ending in your clit simmered with electricity from the motion. Perspiration glistened over your skin as you began rocking into one another. You knew each other’s bodies so well that you moved in unison. With them, you created the perfect rhythm until your hearts raced faster and faster and your breaths became ragged at your approaching climax. 

“Shit---I’m---I’m gonna come this way,” he moaned, his hips thrust deeper into you as you continued to grind onto him. 

“Me too!” Your words came out like a blur as you felt the perfection of your pussy starting to quake around his cock.

His pace was unbridled and rough as he began to lose himself in you, his large hands gripping your ass. The way your pussy vibrated against him sent waves of pleasure that rippled over every inch of your body until you felt them all the way to your head while you cried out his name in exaltation. 

The cowboy hat fell from your head as he gave you one, last powerful thrust. He stilled and then emptied himself into you, letting out a raspy moan that melted into ardent whimpers. For a few moments you let your breath come down to a natural pace while you held each other in ethereal bliss. Your lips pressed against his forehead as he nuzzled against you, his lips and nose kissing and caressing your neck and shoulders.

Both of you sighed as you climbed off him to collapse next to him in bed.

“Jesus, that was amazing!” You exclaimed as you kissed him. 

Your fingers played with the brim of the glittery cowboy hat before looking up at him to see the goofiest, post-coital grin spreading onto his handsome face. 

“I’m taking it, you got this on set as a joke?” you asked in reference to the Western movie he’d been away filming. 

Dieter confirmed it with a nod, unable to get rid of the smile beneath his mustache. Rolling over to his side, he propped himself up on one elbow. His eyes traversed the curves of your body followed closely by his fingers. The caress so soon after your orgasm sent shivers straight to your still throbbing pussy. 

“Just think, now you can tell everyone you’ve rode a stallion and a cowboy.” 

His cheeks were rosy and tight with stifled laughter. You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, shaking your head with a low chuckle. Everything in that perfect moment - the silly cowboy hat, the bad jokes, and goofy smiles were so classically Dieter. 

“You’re a dork,” you teased, pressing a small peck to his aquiline nose. “Welcome home.” 

#juice collective #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo fic #the bubble #save a horse ride a cowboy #silver cowboy hat #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[milequaritchsslut]

Yandere Jake sully?

Yandere Jake Sully x Fem Reader

Note: this is not my best work so just be wary of that 🥲

Warnings: very dark, kidnapping, teasing, yelling, obsessiveness, drugging, yandere.

When had his obsession started with you? If he was being honest he had no idea. Why was this a surprising in the first place? You were beautiful, your voice sounded of a smooth voila. You were very easy on the eyes, and your beauty was none other than breathtaking to him. You’ve never done any wrong, and you never would. You were an angel Ewya had sent, a gift for him. He savored every word you spoke to him, though you hardly even talked to the man. That made no difference to him, you would be his eventually. Though every man in the clan had their eyes on you, he was determined to make you his.

Today he was planning on asking you out for the night. though it was a stretch, how could you say no to Toruk Makto? Coming to the entrance of your hut, he gently knocked with a bouquet of flowers in his other hand. Surprised, you quickly fixed your loincloth before speaking

“Who is it?” You asked, still drowsy from last night.

“Jake sully” he replied, leaning on the side of your hut.

Toruk Makto was knocking on your hut? With this new information you scurried to meet him, standing in front of him as you waited for him to speak.

“Hi!” Greeting him, as you smiled.

“Hi y/n, I was wondering if you wanted to meet me tonight” a small smile growing on his face. His voice was low and calm, as was his posture. It seemed he didn’t have one care in the world, as if this was no big deal to him. You on the other hand have never talked to him before, maybe saying hi but never having a full on conversation with the mighty Toruk Makto. You were nervous to say the least, you hadn’t been asked out on a date in awhile especially not with anyone as important as him so this was a bit nerve racking.

“Of course” you answered, as you shuffled around in front of him.

Pleased with your answer he spoke “Great, I’ll pick you up tonight” handing out the flowers to your chest.

You gave him a smile, as you accepted the ravishing bouquet in front of you.

“I’ll see you later” leaving you with your flowers and thoughts, his heart was beating out of his chest. You looked so beautiful even when you weren’t trying to. That’s what he loved about you, you could make anything look good even without trying. That’s why you would be his tonight, he would pierce his lips with your delicate ones.

…

“He really asked you out?” Your friend asked, still flabbergasted that you even got to talk to him.

“Yes yes he did! I’m still in shock, we’re going on a date tonight” you giggled, your stomach flipped just thinking about him. First of all he was the most well known Na’vi ever, Secondly he was fine as fuck, he had a strong physique, his arms were big and strong, you had caught him by chance awhile ago. He was walking out of the river, with his hand going through his hair. He was basically a god at the time, he looked golden as the sunlight hit his eyes. They turned a sparkle of bright yellow, you almost melted at the sight.

“That’s crazy y/n” she added, her eyes widening at the realization.

“Omg, it’s getting late, I have to get ready” quickly getting up, you ushered her out of your hut.

“Ok bye y/n” she waved, walking out.

…

“Y/n?” He asked, waiting for you outside of your hut.

“I’m coming!” You mumbled, trying to tie your necklace on right. Rushing to meet him, you were met with his tall stature. So bright and welcoming, but also so mysterious. He was a half breed, there wasn’t much you knew about them. He was so intresting without even trying to be, he caught your eye easily.

His gaze met your shining form, you looked infatuating. You had your cute little necklace wrapped around your glossy neck, with a skimpy top on. The small beads purposely only covering your plump nipples, with a few feathers pointing out of the sides. You watched as he scanned the length of your body, drool was poking from the sides of his lips.

“Eyes up here” you teased, causing him to quickly snap out if it.

“Sorry” he let out, switching his gaze downward.

Looking at his hands, you noticed a large basket in his grasp. It was made of wood, with a flap on the top so you couldn’t see what was inside.

Curious you asked “what’s in the basket?” Glancing down at it, as you walked into the forest with him.

“Something special” he winked back, a smirk growing across his face. You smiled, still curious as to what he had planned for the day.

“Yk i heard someone had stolen a large sum of rukpa the other night” making conversation as you walked. His large ears perked up at your words, and his body became tense. Rukpa was a herb grown in your clan. It was used for aiding in sleep and was good for knocking out any injured Na’vi who needed amputations.

“Oh really?” He asked, a dribble of sweat catching on his eyebrow.

“Yeah, do you have any idea who would do that?” You asked, wondering if he had the whereabouts of the culprit.

If anyone in the village would know it would be him. He was a very important Na’vi so he was bound to know about these kind of things. But it seemed he had no idea, that was quite strange you thought.

“Close your eyes” coming in front of you, he belted you to stop. “I have a surprise” he continued, signaling you to close your eyes.

“Ok!” Quickly closing your eyes, you waited in anticipation for his gift. Listening to the sounds he made, it seemed he was reaching into his basket.

But you were met with a familiar scent, a scent that caused you to open your eyes. There is was the stolen Rupka in his hands. It seemed his eyes had turned into slits, looking right through you as he held the herb in front of your face. The herb was known to knock Na’vi out with just sniffing it. Your eyes widened at the realization, but soon they were drifting slowly. Closing before you could even get a word out, the last thing you saw was that dirty smirk plastered along his face.

…

Quickly sitting up, your chest heaved in fear. Your hands held you up as you looked around to find that you weren’t familiar with this hut. It was large and spacious, with pillars holding it up. The roof was large and flat. Your were sitting on a mat with a blanket thrown over you. Standing up, you walked into the main room, to find Jake sully sitting around a fire he had made. Then you remembered, remembered what he had done to you. Where were you? Stepping back as quietly as you could, you looked behind you to see an opening just feet away. You had to leave now, this was your chance to get away from this creep. Slowly you turned your back to him as you stepped towards the door. Every step seemed like a mile, sweat beaded down your forehead from every inch. Fear and anxiety filled your senses, but before you could take another step a dark aura soon surrounded you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A raspy voice asked from behind you, placing their larger hand onto your shoulder.

#avatar the way of water #avatar #jake sully #jake sully x reader #dilf jake sully #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #daddy miles daddy jake #jake sully x na'vi reader #jake sully x y/n #jake sully fluff #jake sully x you #atwow x you #yandere jake sully #yandere!jake sully x reader

[delicris]

lavender

july 18th | grass | 766 words | for @jegulus-microfic

warnings for depiction of anxious thoughts and behaviour

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Okay, the thing is… he and Regulus have been dating for quite some time, but James is still nervous. Regulus makes him nervous, and he doesn’t want him to think that he’s some overbearing mother rather than his partner, but they're going on a picnic later today, and James doesn’t know what to bring with him. What if he has some allergies? What if it starts raining? It shouldn’t; he’s already checked the weather app multiple times, but what if? He’s picked this quite pretty meadow, a grass field full of different flowers and herbs to collect because Reg likes those and whatever Reg likes James treasures. What if they run out of beverages?

James looks at the basket that’s already overflowing with food, drinks, and every single thing they could possibly need, it even has a little first aid kit. His brows furrow in concentration, going through every item he’s added so far, making sure he hasn't missed anything.

“You’re going to drive yourself crazy, James.”

Oh, that’s right. He looks up at the voice, Regulus sitting on James’s bed and no longer reading the book he’s brought along--this time it’s one of Čapek’s plays. There’s a slight smile playing on his face and the look in his eyes is gentle, comforting. James starts fiddling with his hands from where he’s standing awkwardly in the middle of his room and lets out a short sheepish laugh.

“I just—I want you to like this,” he says while not being able to think much about what’s coming out of his mouth. "Because like…" an agitated breath and then a quick, “do you have any allergies?” He can hear the scared edge of his own voice cutting through his nerves. Regulus’s eyebrows rise a little bit, almost in an amused way before he shines James one of those bright smiles which have now started to creep up to his face a lot more often. Just that almost makes James forget his worries. Almost.

“Do you have any star fruit in there?”

Oh.

“No? I—fuck, did you want some? Should I get us some? I can run to the shop down the street and look there—"

“James—"

“—if they have some. I can call someone and ask if they have some. I’m sorry Reg, it must’ve slipped my mind or something, I don’t know. It’s—if you don’t want to go, that’s okay, I get it—”

“James!” It’s not often Regulus raises his voice in any capacity, and it makes James shut his mouth in an instant. He’s standing now and his face looks more alarmed than angry, but at this point, he doesn’t think he can trust his own ability to be right about anything. Fuck, he really did forget about the one thing Regulus told him he wants, didn’t he? How can he be so fucking incompetent, he thought he had it all, but apparently, he can’t even do this one thing right. He turns his body towards the basket and starts slowly unpacking it.

“Wait, wait, wait, what are you doing?” Regulus asks as he crouches rights next to him. James can feel his own hands stilling and his eyes beginning to water. “I don’t want these to go bad,” his voice comes out as this thick whisper, almost like he’s choking on it.

It takes Regulus a few seconds and then he’s speaking, his tone collected and warm, not angry or mocking, “You asked me if I’m allergic to anything, right? I’m allergic to star fruit, but obviously, you won’t have any because it’s difficult to get around here. It was just a joke, love.” And then, “I’m sorry I made you spiral like this.”

And so, they pick themselves up, take that large and heavy basket with them and finally get out of the house. Regulus lets James talk about how he feels when these accidents happen, how he often gets into his head and how it always seems like he’s just disappointed the entire world. And Reg makes sure to hold his hand and listen, sometimes jumping in when he feels like his partner is getting trapped in his thoughts again. The picnic is lovely, the weather stays beautiful, the sun shining through the white fluffy sheep-looking clouds occasionally. And if they run out of food to eat and beverages to drink, it’s because they never run out of things to talk about. And if the cold creeps upon the dreamy meadow and they stay a bit longer anyways, it’s because their love keeps them warm.

#the work title for this one was PICNIC TIME and then i decided i wanted a bit of suffering #hehe #jegulus #jegulus fanfiction #jegulus microfic #james potter #regulus black #cris writes *evil emoji*

[mylittlesecrethaven]

Reading Song Translations: Nightbringer

I'm gonna split this into multiple posts cause there's so many fucking songs.

I'm also adding cuts again cause it'd be too long otherwise.

Solos

Arcadia:

Catch your breath, on to the regular place Wait up, I'll make you dream, lady Don't you prefer me to him? Dyeing you spectacular colors Everything's alright, that's no lie (Like a dead end, gradually closing in) No tolerance for meddlers (It was a no brainer, but things aren't resolved) I want to be your number one But I don't think I know how to truly love If you were to choose one of us There's no going back, no going back In my dreams, you're mine For me, there's nothing else Deeply and deeply to my core Once you're addicted, there's no out Let's fly away from here and no to a place yet unseen This won't end as just a dream, lady Don't you prefer me to him? Falling for your bewitching colors Everything's alright, that's no lie (Don't be scared, look only at me) I no longer be swayed by temptation (Nobody knows I want only you I want us to be one But my selfish probably won't be fufiled If I drown in my desires There's no going back, no going back You shine bright in the darkness And that makes me strong Going further and further Once you're addicted, there's no escape Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Where is my lover? Baby Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah You are the only for me Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'm fall in love you with you, baby Chasing after my one and only you In my dreams, I'm chasing after you And that's all I can do now These thoughts running through my head won't stop You can't change the truth

This is literally Lucifer just saying he's obsessed but too scared to say anything about his obsession. He also seems a bit yandere, but I don't mind. At least he dreams about us.

Are You Ready?:

It's time for the party! Party! Are you ready?

Welcome to my party! Tonight's all about you So get rid of my coins I ain't need em' what I want is a sign of your love soon I don't need the key to everyone's heart When you're the number one in my heart I dig tsundere types like you

Thought it was gonna be a crazy party night That was a lie, everyone here keepin; it lit All I see are rivals here tonight But that doesn't matter 'cause this my carnival ride I hope you get what I'm sayin' My only one pride I ain't afraid to say it Hold me now

I know you like someone And it ain't me I can't win against My overwhelming feelings

I'm just crazy for you I'm just crazy for you I'm just crazy for you

Welcome to my party! Tonight's all about you I don't need no neon lights when I've got you What I want is a sign of your love soon I don't need the key to everyone's heart So kick off your heels I need you Come with me, so cute, my love.

Thought it was gonna be a fun party night That was a lie, everyone here keepin' it lit All I see is rivals here tonight But that doesn't matter 'cause this my carnival ride I hope you get my ambition My only one pride I ain't afraid to say it Hold me now

I'm just crazy for you I'm just crazy for you I'm just crazy for you

Into the great beyond No matter how far away I'll go and meet ya

I'm just crazy for you

Welcome to my party! Tonight's all about you I don't need no neon lights when I've got you What I want is a sign of your love soon I don't need the key to everyone's heart So kick off your heels I need you Come with me, so cute, my love.

Thought it was gonna be a fun party night That was a lie, everyone here keepin' it lit All I see is rivals here tonight But that doesn't matter 'cause this my carnival ride I hope you get what I'm sayin' My only one pride I ain't afraid to say it Hold me now

Oh Mammon you adorable simp. Also, I'm glad he notes that I'm terribly in love with someone else (that someone else being all of his brothers), but that really shouldn't stop him. Anyways, it's just cute seeing him so obsessed. Although, if all the songs are like that, Ima get annoyed real quick.

My Chance!:

I know you probably know But we're best friends And I won't hear any disagreements Yet why do I feel so lonely?

I don't think you'd be interested But it's so fun when we're together Our secret talks, the things you tell me They intrigue me more than what'll happen next in my anime

I feel like I could reach you, if only a tried Something about me is off right now I can't even remember How I used to talk each day

I don't think you'd tell me what you think of me Forget I said anything Let's count this as your own

I feel I could reach you, if only a tried Something about me is off right now I can't even remember How I used to talk each day

How should I wait? How much distance should I keep? I don't want this uneasiness All I want is bit confidence

I feel like I could reach you, if only a friend Today, I'm done with bluffing I hope you'll see how brave I've been Watch and see, the me that is yet to come

Oh Levi. Adorable, lonely Levi. We can be so much more than friends. And yes, gather your bravery and confess. This entire song is literally just you saying how nervous you are.

Read My Heart:

The days go by I want to tell you before I forget I love you are words I've seen a lot in books I can't find a way to say this well But until I met you I didn't know what it felt like to have my heart stolen And even then I pretended to not to know You've made me see and feel things I never thought I would The world I discovered when I met you Like restless waves I may sound greedy, but I want it all I pray to the days that go by I want to count them together with you so that they won't disappear "I want to be by your side" are words I've read a lot in books Just telling you is not enough But until I met you I didn't know what it felt like to have my heart stolen And even then I pretended not to know You've made me see and feel things I never thought I would The world I discovered when I met you Like restless waves I may sound greedy, but I want to see it all You gently untied My entangled, frozen legs I want to do the same for you By taking you in my embrace, as you are So don't go running off all of a sudden Like some stray cat You've made me feel and see things, I never thought I would I want to protect you As you color this world This is my song to you, my beloved

This is just Satan trying to find a good way to confess. And yes, this song is a good way. And don't worry, I won't be leaving anytime soon Satan.

Pomade:

Perfect, pretty boy My heart doesn't waver so easily Pat me on the head like I'm a good boy Steal my heart No matter how mischievous you are I'll lure you in with my charm Your heart and sou will dance to my rhythm For now you're mine Passing days, feelings of love and hatred By the time you realize, it's too late Don't look away Just look at me no time to even blink Baby, you want my love? No matter who you are You're no match for me There is nobody but myself That is enough for me Baby, you need my love? That's right, I want to show you All sides of me The meaning of these words that are unlike me I want you to accept them all Perfect cutie boy My heart won't be indecisive, not even for a second Entranced by these overwhelming emotions Steal my heart Endlessly reflected in my eyes The view with you My heart and soul has been enchanted I'm yours Passing days, feelings of love and hatred Now that you've realized, isn't it too late? Don't look away I'm looking at you No hesitation Baby, you want my love? Even if it's you You're still no match for me There is nobody but myself That I can fall for Baby, you need my love? That's right, I want to show you All sides of me The meaning of these words that are unlike me I want you to accept them all Beyond now The love that I discovered for you From now on Let's create our love story My feelings I'll convey them in a love letter Those beautiful eyes Staring only at me Baby, you want my love? No matter who you are I want you to show me I fell in love with someone Besides myself for the first time Baby, you need my love? That's right, I want to show you All sides of me The meaning of these words that are unlike me Are just for you

So... this is just Asmo going on about how he's upset that we aren't falling for him and how he's denying himself falling for us. Then he switches to him saying that he's now in love with us and wants us to feel the same way. This is just the story of how Asmo fell for us in the actual story.

Hungry Six-Pack:

Never satisfied Never limited No need No care Sometimes dizzying Questions Increase Fantasies Unleash Give me something Combo A, B and C Give me all You already know, I don't have to tell you You already know, just look at this body I'm starving and just can't bear it You'll satisfy my hunger, won't you? When our eyes meet, it'll be Forever, forever Fractured plates, a daily thing Fractured worlds Split into six This has to be Our daily fruits When questions Disappear Imagination Delusions Combo D, E and F I can down them, no problem You already know, I don't have to tell you You already know, just look at this body I'm starving and just can't bear it You'll satisfy my hunger, won't you? Do it how you like Forever, forever Questions Increase Fantasies Unleash Give me something Combo A, B and C Give me all You already know, I don't have to tell you You already know, just look at this body I'm starving and just can't bear it You'll satisfy my hunger, won't you? When our eyes meet, it'll be Forever, forever

This one confused me a little, but I think it's just Beel wanting us to realize he loves us. Honestly, I'm a little lost on this one.

Dreamscape:

Hey, can we talk about us Rub your sleepy eyes If you're tired, come nap With me sometimes This is nothing I used to say this so easily But now the words get caught when you're around I've got butterflies in my stomach I can't stop this feeling of missing you I wonder why I still don't know Tomorrow, the day after forever and ever I'll probably keep waiting, you know? Hey, I know you're free Come shopping with me Could I say these things before? Hesitation is so draining Welcome home Goodnight I want to say these things but I can't It's so frustrating My mind is a mess What finally comes out is Goodbye I can't stop this feeling of missing you I wonder why I still don't know Tomorrow, the day after and forever and ever I'll probably keep waiting, you know? What is a crush? What is love? I always wonder Maybe it's too early for me Look, this warm Kind of lonely feeling Is all you wanted, right? Now you're wide awake I can't stop this feeling of missing you I wonder why I still don't know Indulge my selfish wish Come see me, will you?

Belphie baby is just so confused. He doesn't understand and he just wants to know that feeling. Welp, that feeling is love. And yes, I will always come to see you.

No. 1:

Hey, if you are free Would you mind going out for dinner with me? Not even for a second... ...will I let you feel "bored"

A sparkling bright white full dress A luxurious full course meal Have you noticed? This is my charm I will escort you with elegance

Please don't look away I will catch your heartbeats Say no more and come here Hey, look

I'm a formidable No.1 The unmatched only one Fear nothing and move forward Run run run Always singing with grace La la la la la

No.1 No.1

An adult way of tasting Demonus I'll teach you every last bit of it If there is anything else you want to know Just ask me all about it

I have nothing to hide, I am always honest As long as I can, I will do anything for you So yeah, "as an exchange"... ...may not be an appropriate expression But I want that love from you in return

Please don't let go your hand I will catch your heart Say no more and come here Hey, look

I'm a formidable No.1 The unmatched only one Fear nothing and move forward Run run run Always singing with grace La la la la la

With you let's dance, till end of mid night Paradise, I'll take you there With you let's dance, till end of mid night Yes, we will be together always

Just dance with me till dawn Even your worries can be left behind No one can resemble, I promise So come with me Hey, look

I'm a formidable No.1 The unmatched only one Fear nothing and move forward Run run run Always singing with grace La la la la la

With you let's dance, till end of mid night Paradise, I'll take you there With you let's dance, till end of mid night Yes, we will be together always

Diavolo is just trying to prove his worth to us so that we love him. He's trying so hard to, but he really doesn't have to. He's such a sweet guy, even if he wasn't a prince, I'd still love him.

Crazy About You:

Oh? If there is anything bothering you It will be my pleasure to discuss it with you Be it styling outfits or putting on makeup Let me start preparing for dining too

A bustling daily routine Is it what your impression of it? But to me, I am happy of how it is

Perfect spirit, ah Flawless scheme Now, if that’s what you hope, please Okay, allow me to brew some tea

My heart in turmoil Having you with me makes me want you I’m crazy about you

I, too, cannot stop this billowing feeling

I wish to please you always Please leave everything to me But your poor manner will not be tolerated Not matter how many times Let me give you a lecture in calm

Oh? If there is anything bothering you It will be my pleasure to discuss it with you Be it sewing or doing cleanup I am in good hands

A bustling daily routine But if it is for you Then to me, it is lovely

Perfect spirit, ah Urge to hold tight, a feeling Now, if you turn around, please I will not hand you to anyone else, oh

I can’t take this My feelings for you I’ll make you mine

I wish to please you always Please leave everything to me But your poor manner will not be tolerated Not matter how many times, I’ll give you a lecture 

I want you Cuz I love you I’m so crazy about you

I wish to please you always Please leave everything to me But your poor manner will not be tolerated Not matter how many times Let me give you a lecture in calm

Kinda yandere at the end, but basically is just him saying how much he wants to give us. He's such a fucking service dom, I swear. Ooo, I should make a post about that.

My Wish:

Although we already said goodbye I want to play with you for longer Just stay before the sun sets Help me to carry on with the puzzle I’ve baked some cookies too I want to try making more I’ll specially give you a chance to taste So be my company, I’ll brew some tea too Cakes are good But parfaits are not bad too This special feeling of mine If I mix it in the sweets And use an eyeful of pure white cream To illustrate our bond See, it’s the best recipe It’s already so late I want to see your smile for longer I want to make more memories with you These are all my treasure Time goes by so fast I want to stay with you for longer It’s good that I can see you again soon But I miss you, I’m waiting for you Staying with you like this Is very calming I want to comfort you more We’ll always be together, you promise Holding your hands Gives me courage This special sentiment of mine Squeeze and fit it in On the illuminated stage of light To sing the praise of our bond See, it’s the best melody

Luke is so cute. I want him as a little brother. You think if I get with Simeon, I'd get Luke, too? Cause that would be two birds with one stone. Anyways, he's basically just saying he wants to be around us.

Question Love:

Jump over the puddle The future that's waiting ahead You see, at the end... ...I want to spend the time with you

Fallin' and dive into my heart There is nothing to fear An unfathomable heart You will manage to wake and stir it up

Uhh, dancing up and down Two hearts, now lean against each other Uhh, looming question mark Could it be a sign of falling in love? Hey hey getting shy, are you? Look this way, would you? Yeah yeah yeah Hey, would we one day tie the knot? Could I still see you tomorrow? Yeah yeah yeah

Always spends the time, slowly and softly But is actually a moody, lazy and carefree Thinking deeply about each other I won't let you at any time crying

Tell me, things hidden in heart A way to convey them well, please teach me So I can give you everything I hold

Uhh, longing innocence and love Smile free from worry, a perfect score Uhh, unwavering answer Hot feelings, I am aware Hey hey, is it really okay? Could you really stay still? Yeah yeah yeah Hey, try falling in love? Could I still see you tomorrow? Yeah yeah yeah

Question love The ending of the story Nothing would be better than being with you Busted bubble, and your smile within My true feelings I don't want to fool around anymore

Lonely, I won't let you feel lonely again Let me warm you up with love In quite an engaging mode Towards a space to feel you closer

Uhh, dancing up and down Two hearts, now lean against each other Uhh, looming question mark Could it be a sign of falling in love? Hey hey, getting shy, are you? Look this way, would you? Yeah yeah yeah Hey, would we one day tie the knot? Could I still see you tomorrow? Yeah yeah yeah

Simeon is so sweet. He wants to tie the knot, too. Sadly, I don't like marriage, but that's fine. And yes, come see me anytime you want.

Our Destiny:

Keep up with this reckless dance It doesn't matter where we are With a blushing face, you are still indecisive Don't worry, I'll guide you smartly

Our destiny You don't have to doubt it Like a fantasy Come, Stay by my side Are you ready, Leave everything to me Fall into this rhythmical night

Demons bewitch me And I bewitch you This concert for the first time in 150 years  Let's go listen together After that, I'll serve you with my cooking

Yes you're right It's made especially for you Sweet and spicy Always tangle together Make it happen, it makes perfect sense Fall into this technical love 

No matter what kind of disruption breaks in Even if the patch we're going on is blocked It won't bother at all My magic will lead our way A sensibility too pure A splendid perfection Seems like from a different dimension I'll show you such a new world

This sound I heard This voice I heard

Our destiny You don't have to doubt it Like a fantasy Come, Stay by my side Are you ready, Leave everything to me Fall into this rhythmical night

Yes you're right It's made especially for you Sweet and spicy Always tangle together Make it happen, it makes perfect sense Fall into this technical love

This song was so good until Solomon said he'd serve us his cooking. Nice try, but nope! Anyways, just another obsessed song, but not as noticeable.

All in all, it's just about them being obsessed with us. I should have expected that, but I didn't. Anyway, I'm ending this here cause there's 14 other songs left and I'll do those later.

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #nightbringer

[poisonouswritings]

I've just finished reading your last legacy reverse au headcanon and I absolutely love it

Can we have more Sage and Ilephta mc ?

The first meeting them, Sage didn't take them seriously like "so you're saying that you're an expert on fights and magic? Hah nice one, kitten".

MC is obviously pissed like " bitch I fought battles, led armies and killed the fucking Los HIMSELF-" "awww you're so cute when you're angry" so MC flips him over and pins on the floor and Sage is shocked but then goes "Damn mc you can take me down anytime ;)" "Gods you're such a dog" " want me to bark for you? ;)". He tries to take them down but fails every time , he's not complaining though ;)

The more time goes the closer they get and Sage falls more and more in love with them

I feel like Sage will end up like those crazy cat owners who take thousands of photos of their cats and show them to everyone (especially Tulsi)

"This one mc was mushing on a cat toy and this when they were napping next to the window and oh here's another" ".... isn't it the same photo?" " BUT THEY LOOK SO CUTE LOOK AT THEM-". Someone, save Tulsi pls. Definitely set one of them as his home screen.

On the other hand Mc wants to make something to thank him so they give him shiny rocks they found or make him food from a recipe Tulsi gave them from their childhood

Sage sitting on the kitchen table mushing on the food mc made (which tasted exactly like the one he had when he was a child) and MC just stares at him eyes blown dark, their tail doing this happy wiggly thingy while smiling at him. Sage notices that and goes to tease them.

"what got you smiling like that?" "You" "huh?" "You make me happy and I'm so grateful to have you in my life :)" "Uhhh....0///0" Sage's brain. Exe has stopped working.

One day Sage goes to a bar alone. He is late and mc is worried, so they go to the bar to find Sage is cornered in a nearby alley by some thugs and he is hurt and bleeding. One of the thugs pinned on the wall and is ready to punch in a face to find mc catches his hand crushing his wrist and throws him like he weights nothing. Now they're REALLY pissed

"You dared to hurt my beloved" they close their eyes, they smile so dangerously their canines are shining in the dark then open their eyes, they are glowing red "then prepare for the consequences"

They effortlessly destroy all the thugs, blood and screams are filling the place and sage is shocked like what the fuck happened to his cute purring mc??!!

When mc finishes with the thugs, they look at Sage their eyes still glowing red while whipping blood from their cheek (like the scene in chp 12 of Sage's route) and walk over to Sage who's pretty terrified (probably turned on), they kneel to his level, heal him with the astrolabe and carry him bridal style (I mean come he weights nothing to them )

The moon light Illuminating them , eyes glowing in the dark like a cat, they look down on him "let's go home, my love"

Welp congratulations mc you killed your very human boyfriend hopefully Felix still keeps his cult toys, you'll need it to bring your boyfriend from the dead

Babe,, y'know,,, you did most of my job here,,,, and all I can say is you're fucking right with all of it -

100% calls you pet names based on what animal you are (cat-ilephta is kitty, rabbit-ilephta is bunny, dog-ilephta is puppy, fox-ilephta is fluffy, etc etc)

You knock him into his ass and he's just bright red and trying not to have a nosebleed because he's unashamedly turned on

Loves petting you!! And when you purr?? His heart is melting into his boots he is just so in love because you have the badass-ness off a warrior but the adorable appeal of a kitty cat

He makes a group chat just to share cute animal pics/videos of you. Rime (who was added to the group by Felix) has it muted. Tulsi doesn't have it muted but only because some of your pictures make really good reaction memes.

Sage has one of your pics as his wallpaper and you stare at it for a little bit before asking him what it means,, when he says looking at the picture makes him happy,, your tail whips around and you rub your head against his cheek and your ears are tickling his face and he just combusts

He'll be out doing stuff and reach into his pockets and pull out a shiny rock that you slipped in there earlier,,, his eyes are watering up a little,,,,,

You start rubbing up on him,, winding your tail around his arm and tilting your head under his chin and purring so much he feels the vibrations in his chest,,,, he asks you what you're doing and you smile and say you're scent-marking him and he just Ascends™

You make some friends and obviously Sage wants to meet them so you bring him over and you're holding his hand and go 'This is my mate! :3' and Sage is fucking Gone™

You go Corrupted and rescue him! You're big and have glowing eyes and fangs and you're speckled with the blood of your enemies and then you turn to look at Sage and your expression softens just slightly, just enough to say that while you Are A Danger, you aren't a danger to him. The 'you' he knows and loves is still in there, just a lot more protective. And you wipe off the blood and then go over to him and at first he's scared but then you lean your forehead against his and purr and it calms him down,,, and yeah when you pick him up he's just Dead but if you wanna try a little mouth-to-mouth he won't stop you-

Bonus: Some incorrect quotes!

Sage: Don't take this the wrong way but I literally feel like I'm talking to a cupcake

MC: YOU HAVE NO IDEA OF THE POWER I YIELD

Sage: MC... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now.

MC: *muffled* mm hmmm :3

Sage: Fuck. I should be annoyed but you're adorable.

Felix: If cats knew what sin was they still wouldn't care

MC: I don't care either fuck trigonometry

MC: sitting on and touching warm rocks…….… now that is the good stuff………….

Saaros: Are you a lizard?

Sage: What are you, a cop? Leave them alone and mind your own damn business

Sage: (petting MC) Please cure my depression

MC: (on their back, nuzzling him) Prrbhbphr! •w•

Sage: thanks

#last legacy #fictif last legacy #sage lesath #fictif sage #last legacy sage #sage Lesath x reader #anon asks #ozzy answers #ozzy daydreams

[garbinge]

When Summer Ends (2/?)

Topper Thornton x Maybank!Sister OC Nicky Maybank

Summary: Nicky Maybank, JJ’s older sister, just graduated.  Her summer break was supposed to be normal. Work, party, chill. But then she somehow Topper came into the mix. Fun little summer romance fic with the twist of a pogue navigating a relationship with a kook.  

A/N: Your honor. I love them. That is all. 

TW: All my fics are 18+. Cursing. 

Chapter Index

Word Count: 3.7k

Taglist: @drabbles-mc​ (Let me know if you’d like to be added to the taglist!)

Despite being up late at the Chateau with JJ and the crew, Nicky found herself up early this morning. She had showered, straightened up, and now was enjoying a cup of coffee and the peace and quiet. JJ was either gone or asleep in his room, and Nicky wasn’t going to risk creaking his bedroom door to check. 

There was a sort of peace in the Maybank household in the early AM, the sun shining through the windows, the birds chirping, the sounds of the bay, there was a certain tranquility to it all. That’s why Nicky was sitting with the kitchen window open, on the counter, with her cup of coffee, her knees folded up towards her chest soaking in the calmness. It was short lived when she heard the crunching of gravel. Her eyes shot to the window, assuming their father had come home after being on whatever bender he was on. Her heart froze when she saw the black jeep. There was no way that was her father, and if it was he had stolen a car and she wanted absolutely no parts in that. But then the door opened and she saw the frosted tips of none other than Topper Thornton. Her eyes frowned and she dropped the coffee mug into the sink and ran outside. 

Nicky was sure to make her exit out of the house as silent as possible, in case JJ was home. As she made her way down the stairs, Topper started to speak up. 

“You didn’t give me a place or time, so I figured I’d just show up! I broug–” 

A hand wrapped around his mouth as his body slammed against the doors of his jeep. His hands went up in a display to show he wasn’t being hostile, if anything he was surrendering, but his face was confused.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Nicky’s hand was still pressed against Topper’s mouth but her gaze was towards her house waiting for her brother to make his way out to check out the commotion and then she’d have to explain why the fuck a kook, and not just any kook, but Topper Thornton was here at 7:30 in the morning. 

Luckily, there was nothing. Nicky released Topper from her grip but not before realizing their bodies were extremely close, and the muffled breath from his mouth was tickling her hand. 

“You’re insane,” she said as she quickly backed off him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She questioned still in shock. 

Topper was also in shock, he took a minute to gather his thoughts, a little hurt she might not have remembered their plans. 

“Um, last night, you said we’d go crabbing today, but we didn’t really discuss details so I thought if I came by,” he paused and pointed towards his jeep, “with breakfast, bait, cages, and bungees we could head out early, they say the best time to catch anything is the morning before the water heats up, but I didn’t want to come too early,” Topper was now rambling. 

“You legitimately want to go crabbing with me?” Nicky asked confused. While she was the one who made the plans for today, there was a big part of her that assumed Topper wouldn’t actually follow through. 

“I mean, yeah?” Topper said shrugging. 

For the first time Nicky looked at the boy, he was wearing a t-shirt that was snug against his body, allowing the muscles he had to lightly show through the shirt. His arms were covered by a zip up hoodie and he had on swim trunks with a pair of bright white sneakers. Nicky smirked. 

“You’re gonna wear those to go crabbing?” Her finger pointed towards his shoes. 

Topper looked down, “I brought flip flops, and boots.” His hand pointing to the car again. 

“What I would do to just see what your shoe collection looks like,” Nicky was laughing now. 

Topper blushed, which didn’t go unnoticed by the girl. “Give me 10 minutes. Let me pack up some stuff, as quietly as you can, go park up the street, I’ll come meet you.” 

Topper nodded and did as the girl said, not letting another peep out.

Nicky made her way back into the house, swiftly entering into her room and throwing things into her backpack and then wrestling on her hoodie. As she packed some snacks, she heard someone behind her. 

“Who were you talking to?” JJ’s voice jump scared her. 

She turned in a panic and clutched her chest. “Jesus, JJ. Warn someone before sneaking up on them.” Her eyes looked the boy over, he was still half asleep, which meant he probably didn’t see anything.

“I was on the phone, someone from the Wreck called to ask me to cover for them but I was already scheduled for the shift.” She lied on the spot, a talent all the Maybanks had, it was just that they usually could call each other out for it. But in this case, JJ was still half asleep so he just nodded as his body leaned against the door frame. “Where are you going?” He asked now eyes fully closed. 

“Surfing. Want to hit the waves early before the tide gets too crazy.” Another lie. 

“Cool, you want company?” He was starting to wake up. 

“No.” Nicky answered too quickly, and now that JJ was coming to it, he frowned at her hastiness. 

“Sorry. No, I just, kind of want some alone time you know. Think about life. Meditate. You know.” 

Awful. What the fuck was that, Nicky. You couldn't have thought of anything better? Why were you even lying? She thought to herself. 

She was the older sibling, she could do whatever she wanted, and if today she wanted to go crabbing with Topper Thornton, she would. What the fuck. What was life. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She had just graduated high school, and now she was lying to JJ and going crabbing with probably the person he hated most on the island. 

“You good, yo?” JJ asked frowning and snapping the girl out of her thoughts. 

“Yea, just feeling like I want some me time after working all day yesterday.” Better. 

“Word. I feel you,” JJ nodded, “Can you leave the truck, though? Was gonna go down to Figure Eight and pick up some yard work.” 

A sigh of relief came from Nicky, “yea, of course.” She tossed him the keys and began to walk past him, “I’ll catch you later.” 

JJ tossed up the peace sign as he dived onto the couch to fall back asleep. 

Nicky was forced to grab her surfboard, if JJ had seen her board still there, it would raise red flags, and even though he wasn’t that observant, she wasn’t going to take the chance.

She scurried off to the road, board in hand. Topper fulfilled his promise, he was parked a good amount away from the house, he stepped out when he saw the girl and threw his hands up, confused as to why she had the board. 

“I told JJ I was surfing, I couldn’t just leave it.” She said opening the back window to his jeep like it was hers and shoving the board inside. 

“Alright, alright, take it easy, take a breath, I got it.” Topper stepped in front of her to adjust the board. 

Nicky nodded and made her way to the passenger side of his jeep. Topper Thornton’s jeep. She took that in for a minute. It was clean. Very clean. It smelled like the beach, though, mixed with the scent of his cologne which she let soak in. It was nice. It was woody with a tinge of linen, which honestly could’ve even been his detergent. Suddenly she felt extremely out of place, she had showered this morning but in the Maybank house, it wasn’t exactly the four seasons.

“You good?” Topper asked now next to her, she hadn’t even realized he made his way back. 

“Why are you doing this? Is it a joke? Did Rafe put you up to it?” Nicky asked. 

“You asked me?” Topper said back a little humor in voice.

“Yea but you must’ve let them know, right. And now it’s like a bet you have going.” Nicky had her guard up. 

“You didn’t tell JJ.” Topper leaned back in his seat, a bit more relaxed. 

“Because JJ would have come outside and rocked you in the face. And I wasn’t in the mood to clean up blood.” Nicky tried to match his relaxed sense. 

“I didn’t tell Rafe or Kelce.” Topper answered ignoring her comment. 

“Second secret we’re keeping for each other, Thornton. Pretty soon it’s going to cost you.” Nicky smiled feeling better that this was all intentional. 

Topper laughed, “You gonna tell me where to go or are we just gonna sit on the road?” 

Nicky smiled and nodded her head to tell him to start the car and with that the two of them were off. 

________

“This is beautiful.” Topper said as they were sitting on the edge of the abandoned dock. The sun had risen quite a bit at this point, but it was still projecting a nice sunrise. They had casted their cages and were now just soaking in the sight. 

“Place has been abandoned for years, the wildlife has found a way to take over, which makes it the best place to fish or crab.” She shrugged. 

“I’m sure JJ scares everything away,” Topper laughed. 

Nicky looked over at him. “I–he’s never been here. You’re actually the first and only person I’ve brought here.” Her gaze went to her feet a little embarrassed. 

“Secret number 3.” Topper smiled. 

“For someone I know nothing about, you sure know a lot of my secrets.” She turned to him. 

“Okay, 3 questions, go.” Topper turned to her on the dock. 

They were now facing each other, still about 5 feet apart. Nicky’s face contorted into a strange smile. 

“What?” She asked confused, “like truth or dare?” Her head shook. 

“Minus the dare. Ask me anything you want, that way you know who's keeping your secrets.” 

She stared at him, the first 30 seconds was for sure wondering what the actual fuck was happening but the next were more about figuring out what she truly wanted to know about him. 

“Favorite color.” She spit out quickly despite her hard thinking. 

“Favorite color? That’s what you want to know.” He laughed. 

“Okay no, but it’s weird to ask you something personal.” She laughed back but then got hit with a good question and asked it immediately. 

“Oh! Here’s one, you go back in time, you can change one thing, what is it?” she asked, perplexed not knowing how she’d even answer this.

Topper looked out to the bay in deep thought, “I don’t know if I’d change anything.” Topper nodded after a long amount of deliberation. 

“Nothing? Not one thing?” Nicky was shocked. 

Topper shook his head with a frown. “What, not a good answer?”

“Oh no, just, it says a lot about you.” She jokingly judged him. 

Topper laughed, “I guess I’m sorry my answer didn’t meet your criteria.” 

“I get 2 more, right? Maybe you’ll make up for it, or dig yourself deeper.” Nicky passed him a bag of chips from her bag and grabbed one for herself. 

“Use them wisely.” Topper leaned over and grabbed the bag from Nicky. 

“Your favorite family tradition.” A chip crunched as Nicky spoke. 

“Not a question.” Topper pointed to her and raised his eyebrows. 

“Okay, Mr. Technical, what’s your favorite family tradition?” She mocked him. 

“Honestly,” Topper paused, “we don’t really have many, we’re not big on that.” 

Nicky nodded. “Yea I get that, I mean we don’t have like a Maybank family tradition, but JJ started this thing, on our birthdays, we call it party plate,” she laughed at the name, “it’s an entire plate full with all of your favorite foods, like a little bit of everything, you know?” her smile was huge. “He did it one year when he forgot my birthday and so he came home from the Kildare Buffet with a plate full of mac n cheese, cheesecake, jello, french fries, shrimp and prawns,” she started naming her favorites. “And ever since then, we both just do it for our birthdays as a gift to the other.” She shrugged.

“You eat shrimp and prawns from the Kildare Buffet?” Topper’s eyebrows raised with a smile. 

“Hey, we live on the coast, even the mediocre seafood is good.” Nicky threw a chip at him. 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he laughed, “I guess now that you mention it, seafood night is my favorite Thornton tradition.” he said. 

“Ahhh, yes infamous seafood night, do tell.” she waved her hand. 

“My sister loves crab, like anything and everything crab, so in the beginning and end of the summer I do a seafood night with her. Last year we did like a sushi thing and then soup, this year we just did a crab boil and I’ll have to think of something for the end of the summer.” 

“So then it’s not seafood night, it’s crab night.” Nicky smiled. “I love that our traditions revolve around food, it’s very telling.” She looked away for a minute, which meant she missed the smile on Topper’s face. 

“They’re both sibling related, too.” Topper added on. 

“Again, telling.” Nicky said.

“In what way?” He asked her. 

“Am I asking the questions here or are you, Mr. Thornton?” Nicky stood up and started to lift the crab cages out of the water. 

“I’ll hold any of my questions for later, I guess.” He lifted his hands innocently before pushing himself up off the dock to help her. 

The two of them halted the cages up and let the water pour out of the cages before placing them on the dock, they were filled to the top with crabs. Both of them had to be quick to grab the cooler and throw them in, but there were so many of them that a few escaped easily. 

“Holy shit, this is insane.” Topper said as they lifted their last cage up. 

“I told you, it’s an insane spot. I tried to tell Heyward about it but people don’t want to listen.” She shrugged. 

“Nah you gotta keep this our secret.” Topper started to lift the top of the cage to pour the crabs in but the use of our caught Nicky off guard. 

“Our?” she said mumbled. Her attention was on Topper and not the cage, so as it opened and the crabs poured to the cooler, one snuck off and snagged onto her hand. 

“FUCK!” she yelled out and dropped the cage back into the water and flung her hand to throw the crab off. It flung through the air and landed a good 20 feet away into the water. Nicky was now walking up and down the dock with her one hand holding her other to put pressure on the pain. 

Topper ran over to her, “relax, relax, let me see it.” His voice was on edge but still more level than hers. 

She held her hand out to him, Topper grabbed it, and for a moment Nicky forgot that she was even in pain, all she felt was his hand wrapped around hers. He brought it towards his chest, likely to get a closer look but all Nicky could focus on was that her hand was inches away from his muscled body. What the fuck. She thought quickly and snapped her head out of it and looked at the wound Topper was focused on. He was moving her palm around now to see every angle of it. It was red, there was already a bit of bruising, and a small cut in the middle of all of it but nothing horrible. 

“It’s not that bad, just hurt since it was a big crab, I have alcohol in my bag, we can clean it and throw a bandaid on it.” He said turning to grab what Nicky would soon realize was a first aid kit. 

He kept a first aid kit on him. Very kook of him. But also she wasn’t in a position to judge, it was lucky for her that he had it. Before she knew it, he was back in front of her, holding her again. Without warning, he poured the alcohol on her and she flinched, instinctively pulling her hand away. Topper shushed her, and brought her hand back towards him and placed a small piece of gauze over the cut, patting it dry. Nicky’s heart raced, she wasn’t sure if it was from the shock of the sting or if it was because Topper Thornton was holding her and treating a cut she got from crabbing. With Topper Thornton. What the fuck was happening. 

“It’s okay,” he whispered. The heat of his breath hit her face as he looked up to check on her. 

She nodded wordlessly, not sure what to say, but even if she did, the words were knocked out of her. Her eyes were lost in his, the minute they made eye contact. If you told her just two days ago that she was going to be left breathless from Topper she would have laughed in your face. Probably flipped you off, too. But there was something happening, and for a short moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world, and in a way they were. At the abandoned dock, it was just them. No labels. No judgment. No kooks. No pogues. Just Nicky. And Topper. Topper Thornton. Did she mention it was Topper fucking Thornton? 

She suddenly noticed how tall he was in comparison to her. With her gaze staring up at him, taking in their height difference, she let out a breath that she didn’t even notice she was holding in. Maybe it was the sign Topper needed, or maybe it was what Nicky needed to unfreeze but the two of them slowly moved closer to each other, their faces now inches apart. Their breath was already clashing together even though their lips were just far apart to leave everything up in the air. There was still a few moments for either of them to pull away, to get their heads straight, but neither of them did. Topper still had her hand in his as their faces were now only an inch apart. With their hearts beating fast, they closed their eyes, both at the same time. 

Then, the cooler knocked over. 

The noise jumped them apart from each other, hearts still beating fast, but now because the dock was covered with crabs. Nicky screamed as she grabbed Topper’s hand again instinctually to pull him towards her so they both could escape the mess. Topper laughed and followed the girl, quickly grabbing his backpack and the girl’s in his escape. 

They left their cages, their bungees, their bait, and just ran down the dock. Hand in hand now. They managed to get to the start of the dock and let go of each other to catch their breath. Nicky had her hands resting on her knees while Topper was running his hand through his frosted tips. 

“Holy shit,” Topper said in between gasps. “These crabs are rabid creatures.” 

Nicky laughed, “I told you, the wildlife took over here, give it 10 minutes, they’ll have all fallen off the dock and we can grab the cages.” 

Topper nodded and just began to belly laugh as he thought about it all and Nicky joined him as they waited the clawed creatures out. 

_________

The ride back was silent, but it wasn’t awkward, surprisingly. In some weird way, it felt like the two had known each other for years, and while technically they did, in the 9 years she’d known him, she’d learned more about him today than she did some of her own friends. And that’s when she remembered she had one more question left. 

He pulled up to the part of the road where he had parked earlier in the day to wait for her, just up the street from her house. 

“I still have one more question.” Nicky said turning to him. 

“Ask away.” Topper threw the car in park. 

“Why did you really come today?” Her tone was bold but held no emotion in it. She stared at him, thinking maybe she could read his expression, read his body language, something that would give her a logical explanation for what the fuck was happening. 

“I just thought it’d be a good time.” He said with a serious face, looking directly at her. 

Nicky nodded slowly, she..believed him?

“Was it?” The two words escaped from her mouth quickly.

“That’s your fourth question, Nicky Maybank. I believe I told you that you only get three.” He smiled. 

She raised her hands in defeat, a smirk filling her face now at his cleverness. With that, she gathered her things and moved to grab her board from the back of his car. No other words exchanged between them in that time. She moved towards the driver side of the car and just offered up a wave before turning to walk on the grass towards her house. 

“It was the best day of summer yet!” Topper yelled out before she got too far ahead. 

Nicky stopped walking, letting a chuckle escape from her mouth before she turned around to face him, board still in hand. 

“It’s only the second day of summer, Top!” She used his nickname as she called out to him. 

Topper felt goosebumps when she yelled out his nickname and he looked down to avoid making eye contact for a minute, a little embarrassed but grateful the girl was a couple dozen feet away and couldn’t see him blushing.

He lifted his head and looked at her, she was grinning from ear to ear and that’s when he knew he wanted to see her smile like that whenever he could get the chance. 

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to hang out again so we can top it.” 

“I guess so.” The grin never left Nicky’s face. And as crazy as it sounded leaving her mouth, she agreed with him, and was looking forward to the next time she’d see him.

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[finelinevogue]

for tour content, maybe you could do an imagine that’s like a series of small moments like little interactions on stage or picking tour outfits or nights in the tour bus/airplane ! just little domestic things <3

i’m going to do this because i have so many weird ideas and just no way of putting them all together ! ;

Grilled Cheese Conversations

The tour bus smelt like it was on fire.

You had been sitting in the living room with Harry for a couple of hours, both of you just skimming through photos from the Met Gala together - judging obviously, before Harry announced he wanted to make himself some food and so left for the kitchen.

He’d been in there for 45 minutes now and the smells that were diffusing from their smelt bloody awful. Harry could cook really extravagant foods, like caviar and lobster, but when it came to something as simple as making a sandwich he was absolutely terrible for some reason. The point was proven when he walked back into the room with a burnt coal looking sandwich.

“What, is that?” You laughed, still sitting with your phone in your hand and waiting for him to come back so you could continue judging these Met outfits together.

“It’s a grilled cheese sandwich?” He spoke as if you were dumb and you should have known that instantly. He walked over to you, sitting down next to you and resting the plate on the table in front of him.

“No, that’s a piece of char.” You raised your eyebrows disapprovingly and watched as he scowled at you for being mean to his culinary skills.

“Well i’m sure it’ll taste great.” He looked smug, up until he took a bite from the cheesy melted - burnt - bread. As soon as the food touched his tongue he was quick to spit it back out again, you groaning in disgust. He pushed the plate away and looked at it in anger. “45 bloody minutes and it tastes of burnt wood.”

“I’m not even going to ask why you know that.” You raised your hands and laughed, watching as he turned to scowl at you again. He had quite the angry face when he wanted to. “Sorry, alright! Do you want me to go make you one?” You asked, sitting up to go and make him one if he wanted.

Harry pulled you into his lap so you were sat with your back to his front, his arms looping around your waist tightly to keep you with him. His chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your cheek because he could. “No. Stay w’me.” He got all cuddly and soft and you loved it when Harry was like this. He was like a life-size version of your stuffed teddy bear you used to sleep with at night - all cute and cuddly.

“Okay, okay.” You calmed him when he thought you were just going to get up and go. “Let’s judge some people again.” You pulled out your phone and opened it to a twitter account which had posted all of them.

“Where did we get up to?” Harry asked, fiddling with the skin on your stomach as his hands snaked beneath your hoodie.

“Um, Kim K.” You clicked on the image of her and tried to hold back the laugh. It was a dreadful outfit and highly meme worthy, so you’ve heard.

“Well…” Harry sighed, reaching his own hand to swipe seeing as he didn’t have anything more to say on this particular one.

“Billie looked beautiful.” You smiled as Billie’s huge dress came on display, looking a fluffy pink marshmallow dream. She looked very Monroe with her makeup and you were always so shocked when people told you her age, because she looked so mature.

“She must’ve taken inspiration from Marilyn Monroe.” Harry added, nodding in approval of Billie’s outfit.

“More so than bloody Addison Rae.” You laughed, thinking about how far that had been from the truth.

“Addison who?” Harry asked and it made you smile and turn your head around to look at him. He looked down at you, noticing the cheeky glint in your eyes and couldn’t help but steal a glance at your beautiful lips.

“This is why I love you.” You sighed happily and gave him a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheek to direct him better. You were only going for a peck, but Harry made it that you got the full taste of him and kissed you for a minute longer. He felt perfect against you and you really did just simply love him.

“Yeah,” Harry broke from the kiss for a brief moment to tell you something important, “and I love you.”

••••

All Things Sparkles

It was an hour before the Dallas show and Harry was getting ready for another big show.

Dallas were known for being crazy and you were so excited for the energy they’d bring for Harry tonight. Harry always enjoyed the shows more when the crowd was actually ecstatic to be there and he knew Dallas wouldn’t let him down.

He was putting on his silk trousers, Lambert just to the side as he was ironing the shirt to get rid of all its crinkles. Your Harry currently looked so funny in his Gucci silk trousers, his bright yellow socks with bananas all over them, his suspenders hanging down by his sides and no shirt on as of yet. It was the socks that really pieced everything together. He had just had his hair and makeup done, just needing to get dressed before he was completely ready.

He was really glowing tonight. It made you happy to see him like this.

You were watching him through the vanity mirror as you touched up your own makeup, adding highlighter to the areas you wanted to shine a little brighter. You also started adding some gems around your eyes, wanting to be a bit different tonight along with your glittery eye shadow that you didn’t normally do. You were glueing your gems when you felt your boyfriends presence behind you, the heat of his bare chest radiating against the skin of your back.

“You look stunning, m’love.” You looked up through the vanity to catch his gaze, he smiled and you smiled back.

“Thank you. Not too bad looking y’self.” You cheekily replied, motioning towards his bare chest. “Are y’going to be keeping that out all night?” You asked, being hopeful that he would, because fuck it was hot, but also wouldn’t, because you wanted this part of him all to yourself.

“You’d like that wouldn’t y’yeah.” He squinted his eyes at you and nodded, a clear sign that no his tits were not going to be out for Dallas. “Up.” He spoke, lifting you up from under your armpits and walking around the chair so that he could sit down himself. He plonked you right back on top of his lap and watched as you leant forwards to add another gem to the corner of your eye.

“Y’putting me off.” You whined, your ass leaning right back onto the hard of his cock. He couldn’t keep soft around you, that was his kryptonite.

“Oh i’m sorry. It’s not like m’girlfriend is just sitting there looking ridiculously beautiful and yet so innocent.” He leaned forwards to whisper the rest of his words, because they were only for you. “Just look so fuckable right now.”

You had to bite your tongue from turning around and shoving it down his throat, because god did his words make you want to jump his bones. “Shut up, before y’get us both in trouble.” You wiggled your ass back over his cock as you sat back to admire the work of the gems brightening up around your eyes.

“Then stop being a fuckin’ tease.” He grabbed your hips and stopped your from moving anymore. You just smiled and put the lid back on the glue before it went everywhere, especially over Harry’s expensive clothing - even the banana socks were £17.

You looked at him through the mirror to find him already looking at you. You blushed quietly as you watched him take in your beauty. It was quite hard to get over just how ethereal he looked tonight and it made you so feral knowing he was all yours and only yours. Looking down at the gems you got an idea.

“Do y’want me to put some gems on y’too?” You asked, pointing to the ones around your eyes and thinking that he’d looked even prettier with some around his.

“Only if i’m matching w’you yeah.” Harry nodded excitedly. You got up from the chair and swizzled yourself around until you were sat back on his lap, only this time straddling him. You were so close to him now that it was getting ridiculously harder to stop yourself from taking him here and now. You leant down, instead, and gave him a lasting kiss on the skin covering his heart. Your lips lingered there for a moment, before you moved back up to see him already staring down. He smiled when he saw the stain of your lipstick printed over where his heart beat. “I proper love you, Y/N.” He smiled and cupped your chin in his fingers to bring your lips to him.

“No!” Lambert shouted, making you two pause. “You two’ll never stop if you start, so don’t start until after the bloody show.” He rolled his eyes and continued with his ironing, making you and Harry chuckle feeling like high-school kids.

“Okay, now stay still.” You spoke as you glued the first gem and held it steady against the corner of his eye. He wanted to keep his eyes open to keep looking at you, because that’s all he ever wanted to do, but you instructed him to close them just to be on the safer side. It went on easy, sticking to the outer corner of his eye, in a soft white colour that matched his trousers. Yours were the same creamy white colour to match the colour of your dress.

“Do I look pretty yet?” Harry asked rhetorically, but you replied anyways.

“Y’look pretty always.” You kissed the top of his nose whilst you glued the other gem. He closed his eyes as you told him to, but he still smiled at your words. You concentrated as you stuck the gem to the corner of the other eye and sat back to make sure they were even. Harry opened his eyes to see you making sure they looked good. “S’perfect.”

“Like you then.” He hummed in appreciation of you.

“Let’s see then.” Lambert asked, making you both turn in the chair to face him and you readjusting yourself so you were sat back against his chest. “Oh yes! Okay this is photo worthy.” Lambert took out his phone and held it up to face you both, making sure you could see the gems.

“I don’t even have a shirt on!” Harry exclaimed, but held you close anyways as you smiled for the photos and his words making you belly laugh. You posed more seriously for a few and then took a few silly ones to. Your favourite one, though, was one where you were laughing so happily and Harry was looking at you and smiling in awe over you.

He set it as his lock screen. You set it as yours. It would stay that way until your new favourite photos became your wedding day photos.

••••

Sign Of The Times

Tonight was the first Love on Tour show you were attending, only having missed opening night in Las Vegas.

Harry knew that you were coming, but you’d told him to source you out within the crowds because you wanted a full fan experience. You’d gotten the all-clear from Harry’s security, allowing your from backstage and straight through into the cherry pit. You had your lanyard and your sign ready, as fans started to pile in. You were originally going to go straight to the barricade, but you thought the fans deserved that more than you so you hung back and stayed the ends of the crowds.

A few fans spotted you and came up to asking for photos, so you did. Posing with your mask on was weird because you still smiled underneath the mask even though it wouldn’t be seen in the photo. Some fans asked whether they could stay and dance with you ask night to which you were so happy for, because dancing alone would’ve been embarrassing even for you.

The intro for golden started and the crowds were deafening, but all you could think about was your boyfriend and his challenge to spot you within the crowds. Golden and Carolina came and went, you dancing like a crazed fan along with all your new friends. Everyone was so happy and some were even crying tears of joy.

There was just love, love, love, everywhere.

Harry came to his first pause and took a quick drink since he was already quite hot and the altitude in Denver was crazy.

“Good evening Denver!” He shouted into the mic, waiting for the screams of his fans to uproar and then settle before speaking on, “The altitude is crazy here. I’ve barely done anything and I can’t breathe!” He spoke, making you slightly anxious for him but you knew he would be okay because he had an oxygen tank on stage. “Now, m’girlfriend is somewhere here tonight and i’ve gotta find Y/N before I lose the challenge.”

The fans around you started screaming that you were here and the message kept on getting passed down the crowds until they reached the front. Harry was walking around your side of the stage until he met the fans at the front saying that you were behind them. Harry held his hand over his eyes to help him find you better and you held up your sign to help him. Your sign had taken you all of 5 minutes to doodle, but the message was clear;

“I want a kiss from the one in suspenders.”

“There y’are.” He laughed when he saw your sign, dropping his mic and leaning over himself to catch his breathe from the belly laugh that he just let out. You smiled when you saw him laugh, the fans around you screaming and thanking you for making him be this way. Harry stood up and looked at you, messing with his earpiece so he could hear the arena better.

“Kiss me!” You shouted and the people around you were also shouting for him to kiss you. Even with masks on Harry could clearly understand the message.

“I wanna kiss you but I can’t!” He spoke through his mic and his voice echoed throughout the arena, making everyone scream and you simply blush. You knew he couldn’t come and just give you a kiss, it would be too dangerous, but he sent you loads of blown kisses instead and you kept them all. You sent your own back and he stuffed them all in his back pocket, before moving on to his next song before he got told off.

“Damn, he really loved you.” One of your new fans friends says next to you and all you could think was; yeah, yeah he does.

••••

My Only Angel*

For four hours he had been gone.

Four hours since he was in this hotel room with you. Four hours since you had first started acting like a brat. Four hours since he’d gotten fed up of our attitude and tied you up and left a vibrator pulsing against your clit. Four hours since your first orgasm, four minutes since your last.

The whole time Harry had been on stage, all he could think about was you being bound tight in his hotel room and dripping wet from the number of orgasms you would’ve had. He knew you’d never be able to hold yourself for four hours, so he didn’t say you couldn’t cum only he forgot to mention that the number of times that you did cum would be the number of times he denied you later on in the evening. Harry had gotten especially hard performing Only Angel, because that was your song that he’d written for you and then fucked you countless times to. Fans noticed, but put it down to the adrenaline of being onstage rather than the thought of his girlfriend being tied up and overstimulated back in his hotel room.

You just came down from the high of another orgasm when Harry walked through the door. You sighed when you saw him, thinking this would finally be it and he’d let you go free now you’ve suffered your punishment. That was wishful thinking, however.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” Harry pretended, wanting to tease you as much as possible, as he walked past you and hung his jacket on the back of a chair.

“H-harry.” You sighed, squeezing your eyes when you moved and felt the vibrator hit and new and exciting angle. You moaned quietly and had to suppress the embarrassing cries you wanted to let out.

“Yes?” Harry moved so he was standing at the edge of the bed, undoing the buttons on his shirt one-by-one. He looked so hot with his sleeves rolled and the suspenders already dropped down to his sides.

“I-I please s-st- enough.” You whimpered, pulling on the restraints to try and stop it yourself but you’d already tried that one too many times and nothing has come of it.

Your wrists were slightly red and bruised from all the tugging you’d been doing and Harry noticed that as he peeled away his shirt from his body. He threw the silk shirt somewhere else in the room and walked over to the right side of the bed, sitting down to get a closer look at your wrists. He leant down to give it a gentle rub and a kiss. You sighed in delight at the feeling of his cool lips burn against your flaming skin. Harry sat up and tilted your face to the side so you could face him, slight tears in your eyes. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in the shear beauty of you and your glorious body, before making sure you were alright.

“What’s your colour, baby?” He asked you gently, stroking your cheek and then running his thumb along your bottom lip with a soft pull.

“G-green.” You nodded and he smiled, leaning in to kiss you on your desperate lips. You basked in the taste of him, closing your eyes like you needed to save this moment to memory forever. You loved him like this, when he was dominant with you. He let you be submissive like you wanted to be.

“That’s my good girl.” He leaned back from you and moved onto the bed more, straddling your bare body. The silk of his pants felt erotic against your hot skin and you moaned at the dreamy sensation. He ran his large, ringed, hands up and down your body, feeling every curve and crevice. He massaged your boobs lightly in his hands, up and down your stomach and to your inner thighs behind him. You hummed at the feeling, gasping when Harry finally turned off the vibrator and moved it away from you. You felt lighter from freedom all of a sudden.

“T-hank you.” You breathed out, opening your eyes to meet his electric green ones. Wow, he looked beautiful - still slightly sweaty and hot from his concert.

“Don’t thank me yet, angel.” He grinned as he took down his trousers and pants, pushing them to the floor with his foot.

He didn’t even wait for you to register what was going on before he slipped himself inside of you. You loved the feeling so greatly, but your clit was still so sensitive. You shuddered as he picked up his pace and thrusted into you harder and harder, faster and faster. The sound of his skin slapping against yours, made you arch your back and your toes curl and then feeling if him so deep inside of you was enough to make you cum already, again.

“Feel s-so good.” You looked at him and saw the desire within his eyes. He was so full of lust right now, because the sight of you tied up with him pounding into you is better than simply imagining it. Nothing could feel more euphoric than this, both of you were sure of that.

“Yeah? Feel me all around you? So perfect f’me. M’beautiful angel.” Harry moaned out, cupping one of his hands around your throat and pushing you deeper into the mattress, whilst his other hand went to cup your breasts and give them the devotion they deserved.

Everything felt everywhere.

His rocks became sloppier as he reached his high, yours approaching much sooner than you thought it would. You were surprised you actually had anything left in you. His cock hit a spot inside of you that made you scream out and he felt you collapse around him all at once, causing his own release to quickly follow. He continued to fuck you through your release and bent himself over to press his lips to yours. He felt and tasted amazing, you couldn’t get enough. It would never be enough.

“Love you so much.” You spoke the best you could and Harry released his hand from your throat, leaning down to kiss it softly. He reached over to your hands to untie them afterwards, giving them both a few kisses over your wrists when he saw the harsh marks. Your arms were so tired that they just fell to your sides, but Harry kept on touching you softly; stroking your messy hair away from your face and caressing your cheek softly as if he hadn’t just fucked you raw. He kept his face close to you as he whispered the words that would stay imprinted on your heart forever.

“I love you, Y/N.”

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[gucciwins]

Leather and Lace

The one where Harry goes to the Grammy's and Y/N is his date

Word count: 4,960

A/N: Hello beautiful friends! Harry at the Grammy's just blew me away, the leather look is all I want to talk about for the rest of my life.

I was feeling inspired and decided it was only fitting to continue Adore You. Part two is Three Time following nominations. So this is part three. Yes, I have a soft spot for Harry and Atticus. Will always write for them if the inspiration strikes.

warnings: smut (female pleasure), pandemic

There's been one thought running through Y/N's head for most of the day, and Harry can tell because it's nearing five pm and she has not started on dinner. Instead, she's sitting on the backyard steps that give her the beautiful view of the pacific ocean, an empty glass of wine in hand.

Harry doesn't say anything, just sits next to her, knowing she will speak when she's ready, but he also knows she enjoys the quiet moments with him.

Y/N leans her head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath before settling down the wine glass to wrap her arms around his bicep.

"You asked me an important question."

"Wasn't that important." He shrugs.

"Harry," No nickname making sure he knows she's serious. "It is important. You asked me to be your date to the Grammys where you're opening the show and are a three-time nominee during a pandemic."

"Well, when you put it like that." He teases.

Y/N and Harry made two years of dating on February 16. To celebrate, they had dinner from their favorite Italian food place with chocolate strawberries for dessert that Atticus made for them with the help of Mitch and Sarah, who were more than pleased to take him for the night. It was a beautiful day primarily spent in bed talking and enjoying each other, reminding each other how much they were loved and would continue to be as years went on.

Two years and their relationship has been well hidden. Honestly, Jeff has been impressed at how not one word has gotten out. This may be due to only close friends and family knowing about the relationship. Also that they spent almost one entire year inside due to this ongoing pandemic.

She's not worried about others finding out about her relationship with Harry; that isn't her big concern; it is what they will say about her and Atticus. Harry is a single dad to the world, and Atticus is his first priority, and everyone knows that; she does not want to be the reason they write about how Harry is a neglecting father for dating someone so openly. She fears the backlash and how it can affect how Harry sees her.

Reasonably, Y/N knows that won't happen and that Harry sees her as his life partner as he's told her on multiple occasions. Also, the assurance that Atticus gives to her by calling her Mum more openly around their family. The constant I love you's get her through it.

"I understand if you aren't ready, love."

"Don't think I'll ever be ready, but there are lots of times where I just find myself wanting to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you." Harry smiles, knowing he's felt the exact same way.

"Yes, I'll be your date to the Grammys." She breathes out after a moment of silence.

Harry sits up straight, shifting to make her look him in the eyes. "Yeah, you will?"

"I'd be honored."

Harry's smile is breathtaking, and the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers. It's passionate and full of thank you's because she knows how much this means to him.

He pulls back but not before pecking her lips twice.

"I'm going to call Jeff." Harry rushes inside, leaving her alone once more, but a sincere smile is left on her face.

Y/N said yes because even though a part of her wanted to say no, the urge to say yes won because to be there by his side holding his hand no matter the results win her over.

She says yes because as much as she may have wanted to say no, the urge to say yes and be there by his side, holding his hand no matter the results, wins her over.

Harry comes back ten minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand, with his eyes shining bright as if he had already won the award. "Jeff said it's all set. He's going to be our third wheel for the night."

She laughs, knowing very well he loves when Jeff has to be around them without his wife now. Always teasing him, but also very happy for him.

"Pop that open then! Let us celebrate." They walk back into the house, getting glasses, when they hear small steps approaching them.

Atticus is thrilled at hearing the news about Harry performing at the Grammys. He got even more excited when he found out Harry was taking Y/N as his date. Told them that she would be the prettiest on the carpet, Harry had pouted, asking what about him. Only to agree when Atticus said no one's beauty compares to his Mum's.

Harry had asked Glenne to watch over Atticus, and she eagerly accepted. They let Atticus know, and he was over the moon excited. Atticus knew his Auntie Glenne had a hard time saying no to him.

In a different time, if there was no pandemic, Harry knows Atticus and Y/N would have been the perfect dates for what is supposed to be a joyous night.

Grammy day arrived, and Harry walked the red carpet alone.

It's something all three agreed on, not at all wanting to steal any attention when it was such a big debut for Harry. As much as Harry wanted photos with her, he knew this was the way to go; she would be sitting next to him for the rest of the night, which he was thankful for.

Harry felt comfortable and happy in his red carpet look. He was wearing a green and yellow check tweed jacket and a tartan sweater combo worn, flared trousers, and lavender boa. It was a bit different but entirely himself, and that's all he wanted.

As soon as he's done posing for photos, he has his mask back on and is ushered into his changing room to change for his performance happening very soon.

Y/N is waiting in there chatting with Sarah, and when Harry opens the door, he's taken back by her beauty. Yes, he saw her dressed at home, but she seems like a dream here in this new light. Y/N is wearing a lilac satin backless dress, a long slit going up her left leg. She's wearing gold heels that their wonderful friend Harry Lambert acquired for her. The gold primrose signet ring adorned her right-hand ring finger. A few more that she has gifts from her mother and others she bought for herself, but his attention is on the one he gives her because even as she is in a conversation with someone she's fidgeting with, she has the feel of it under her fingers.

"Clear the room, friends," Jeff announces. "Styles here has to get ready. We can start heading to the stage."

Everyone is up and out in a matter of seconds, Jeff shutting the door behind him, telling him he only has fifteen minutes.

More than enough.

"Are you going to help me or just sit there ogling me?"

She smirks. "If I help, there's no saying you'll get clothes on in time."

Harry feels a twitch in his trousers and knows she's right. He huffs, not bothering to argue, just throwing his lavender boa in her direction.

"I'll always accept a striptease."

"I should have had Jeff kick you out as well," Harry says, not meaning a single word.

Y/N pouts. "Not nice, H."

"Baby, please. No more teasing, not really a fan of going on television with a boner, especially in leather." Harry stops her before she can continue on.

"Alright, I'll behave."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief because he's always so close to caving in. She has that effect on him.

Y/N sits there, turned on by Harry changing his outfit. What she wishes she was home instead because watching and not being able to touch is absolute torture.

Harry shimmy himself into the leather pants wanting to get Y/N to laugh, and it works like he knew it would.

"Got a nice ass, Styles. Might have to take it for a ride."

Harry mutters a fuck, and she's giggling. "It's like you hate me."

"On the contrary, I adore you."

"Yeah, well, hand me the jacket, please."

Y/N gets up, the black leather cropped jacket in hand; she stands behind him, guiding him to slip in his left arm, followed by his right. It rests perfectly on his shoulders; she let her hands slide down his arms before turning him around and getting a good look at the completed fit.

She takes a step back as Harry reaches for the mint feathered boa slipping it over his shoulders before dramatically swinging it over his left shoulder. He poses a hand on his hip.

"What's the verdict?" He's biting back a laugh.

"I'm in love. You should ask for my help in designing a look more often." Y/N's gaze has not left his exposed torso. The butterfly fly tattoo starting back at her, Harry's a bit leaner, but he's never looked, fitter. Definitely, feel lucky she can run her fingers over his abs as soon as they get home.

"You recommended no shirt."

"And look how right I was. Your fans are going to go crazy."

"There's only one person I care about going crazy." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her neck before trailing up to her lips. Leaving soft kisses, not giving her more, and she needs it. She needs him to push her up against a wall and just take her.

"Trust me, baby. I'm showing so must restraint right now. Fuck, you need to walk out now before you're late."

Harry smirks; he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's the reason he's wearing leather, having confessed thinking he'd look really good. And right she was. "Need a good luck kiss."

Y/N nods, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, the heels adding a few extra inches making her aligned perfectly with his plump pink lips. She's gentle as she connects their lips; he wraps a hand around her waist before taking control of the kiss, slipping his tongue inside; she lets out a soft moan as he kisses her with all he has. Harry pulls away, a dimpled grin on his face. "Lots of luck in that kiss." a

She nods, still in a daze. "I'll be watching, baby."

Harry and Y/N walk out hand in hand, masks on as they find Jeff, who directs him to the stage entrance, a whispered I love you and a final kiss. He's walking towards the stage, greeting each of his band members lingering a second longer with Sarah.

Y/N was grateful she was allowed to watch the performance from a hidden side stage with Jeff by her side. Those three minutes of Harry singing, she was left in awe as she always is; he's got a way of capturing your full attention. She let out a gasp when Harry threw the boa and turned to have exposed his chest, a broad smile on her face. Jeff was trying to stifle a laugh next to her, and she knew he would be passing this information along.

She felt lucky to be loved by Harry.

As soon as Harry finished performing, Jeff ushered her to his changing room where she could watch the other performances as they waited for Harry to join them once more before going to sit at the socially distanced tables.

Harry came back, a deep smirk on his face, his mint boa now resting on Mitch's neck. "What you think, love?"

"You were wonderful; you and the band just killed it. I felt like it was my first time listening to it. Those note changes were beautiful." She hugs him, happy to have him in her arms again. "Get changed, not much time."

Harry nods, going to the clothes rack but comes back to give Y/N a kiss. She feels herself melt into his touch. She pulls away and sees his green eyes glistening. "Thank you for being here." Before she can respond, he's walked away and changing into his previous outfit.

Harry is dressed, and Jeff ushers them out. Harry leads, greeting people as they walk by, occasionally stopping for someone. Y/N falls behind, smiling at everyone from behind a mask, she laughs, remembering others can't see it, but hopefully, they feel it. She spots a women's restroom and grabs Jeff's arm to get him to stop. He turns concerned. She leans in close, letting him know she's heading to the restroom and will catch up soon.

Y/N is walking out of the restroom heading down the hall when she stops hearing her name called. She turns and finds it's her good friend Julia Michaels.

"Hi darling," Y/N greets a large smile hiding behind her mask. "You look brilliant." Julia was dressed in a black gown adorned with white patterns resembling seashells and her tattoos on full display. Y/N was in awe.

"Thank you! As do you." She says, pulling her in a hug. "Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

Y/N laughs. "Don't know about that; I've been living in London for years now. Might be that I've been around my British friends constantly."

"That or-"

Julia is interrupted by a man calling her name. Y/N sees it's her boyfriend, JP Saxe.

"Ah, the beau is calling for you, it seems." Y/N teases.

"Oh bummer, I love chatting with you. I would tell you all about him, but I'd expect the same."

"What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, but Julia sees past her.

"Well, who's your date?"

She can feel her face warm, knowing exactly who she's referring to.

"I came with my boyfriend," Y/N answers proudly.

Before Julia can respond, Y/N feels a hand on her back and turns to find Harry behind her. "Calling for us to head to our seats, nominations up next."

"Okay, H." She smiles, knowing there was a look of concern for her hiding behind the mask.

Harry seems to remember she was speaking with someone.

"Hello, Julia, lovely music. This one always plays it around the house." Harry knocks his hip with Y/N's. "Especially this new song that's nominated, she always had it playing. Soon my son was singing it as well. It meant I had to join in. I don't like being the odd one out."

"Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you could all enjoy my music. We've been doing the same. Fine Line is a gorgeous album. Best of luck tonight." Julia tells him sincerely.

"You as well."

"One last thing between us."

"Of course," he nods.

"She's a special one; take real good care of her." Y/N has never been more thankful for a mask because it hides her face that she is slowly starting to heat up.

"I like to think I've been doing a good job, or she wouldn't have stuck around for two years so far."

Julia doesn't hide her shock, her eyes go wide, and Harry just smirks.

Y/N laughs. "We have been good at laying low. Except for this one, he likes to always be doing something new."

"What can I say? I like to keep busy." Harry shrugs, knowing everyone knows about his next film in London.

"Now we definitely have to grab dinner soon or a zoom date, I don't know. I want to hear all about it." Y/N can tell Julia is curious but overall happy for her.

With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Harry escorts her to their seats.

"Someone is very open," Y/N tells him, adjusting her dress as she sits down.

"She's a good friend of yours but also Niall's. I know we can trust her." Harry tells her honestly.

"I see. We'll see how interviews go soon." Y/N knows Jeff had told them he had to do at least one interview if he didn't win, and if he did, it would just be him addressing the virtual press room.

Harry is sitting in the middle, Jeff to his left andY/N to his right. He's never felt as safe when they name the nominees for the category.

Y/N feels the tight grip Harry has on her thigh, and his left hand is rubbing up and down his pants to dry the sweat she can only imagine is building up. She looks up at his face, but he's calm, but she knows him; there's a storm of thoughts running through his head. Y/N knows there isn't much to help ease, but she can remind him she's there for him. She lifts his hand that was resting on her thigh to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss through her mask, yes he can't feel it, but the sentiment is there. She sets his hand back, fingers now intertwined with hers. Y/N knows he's looking at her and meets his gaze reassuring him with his eyes she loves him.

Rachelle Erratchu is opening the envelope, and in the next few seconds, she will announce the winner for the best pop solo performance.

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

Harry sits there shocked, his shoulders dropped, eyes wide, not at all able to hide the shock. He just heard his name called; he just won a Grammy.

In the next second, he's standing up, removing his mask, his nervous smile now able to be seen by the camera. Jeff is quick to pull him in a tight hug. Y/N stands feeling the happiness travel through her entire body.

Harry won.

A mask is no longer hiding his smile, and she knows if she removed her, she'd have a matching smile. Harry hugs her tight, her arms going around his waist; she can feel how fast his heart is beating. Harry is not at all ready to let her go but knows he has an acceptance speech to give.

"You did it, H," she whispers, ushering him to head up the stage.

Harry gets up, letting out a deep breath as he hears the applause continue. He picks up the Grammy for a second before setting it back down. He looks out at the audience, and he's just astounded that he's won.

"Wow, um..." Harry takes a deep breath before starting. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my album came out, during a day off in Nashville. I just wanna say thanks to Tom, Tyler, and Mitch, and everyone, Rob Stringer, everyone at Columbia, my manager Jeffrey who always nudged me to be better and never pushed me and thank you so much, and I feel very grateful to be here." He smiles at Y/N. "Thank you to my son, who has been the light in my life and my biggest fan. Everything I do is for him, and I hope I continue to make him proud. I love you, darling boy." Harry knows he's got only so much time left, but there is one last person to thank. He doesn't address her by name, but everyone in that room knows what he says next is for Y/N as he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Thank you for believing in me. I was not the easiest to deal with when we first met, but you're here and have been every step of the way. Thank you for helping me become a better man each day. I adore you." He chuckles, continuing on, "All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much; I feel very honoured to be among you, so thank you so much."

Harry walks off stage, leaving the grammy he had just won behind, eager to have Y/N back in his arms. His eyes are set on her; she's standing arms open, ready for him. He melts into her touch, hiding his head in her neck placing a gentle kiss on her exposed neck. "I love you," he whispers.

Y/N softly cradles his cheek as he leans into her touch, her eyes filling with tears of joy. "I love you, H."

Harry pulls away, letting her take a step back as Jeff hugs him tighter than before. He's so happy he places an affectionate kiss on Jeff's masked cheek.

Harry's happy; he knows he didn't need an award to let him know how talented he was, but it was an honor to have his support team by his side as he did receive the award.

Harry had taken Y/N with him to help change, claiming he needed help. Jeff knew better but let them be.

As soon as Harry ushered them into the changing room, he pushed her up against the locked door, ripped his mask off, shoving it in his pocket, kissing down her neck.

Y/n reaches a shaky hand up to remove her mask, letting it fall in Harry's waiting hand to place next to him.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

Harry, never one to deny her, brings his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as he claimed control over her mouth, hungry and intense as if she'd disappear if he would slow down.

Y/N laughs as her hands rest on his shoulder, letting him kiss all the skin she has exposed.

"Baby, you're a Grammy winner." A hand now in his hair as she feels his lips right above the curve of her breasts.

"Just like you."

"Atticus must be so proud," Y/N says, now lost in thought.

Harry pulls back, "As much as I love our baby, please don't mention him as I'm trying to shag you in my dressing room."

Y/N grins nodding, she pushes the plaid jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. "Sorry, did you say shag? Is that Grammy fame getting to your head?" She teases

"The only place my head is going is between your thighs." His voice rough, no longer teasing. She can see the lust building in his emerald eyes.

"Guess I'm the real winner," Y/N tells him, pushing up her dress to reveal her black lace panties, Harry's favorites.

"Fuck." Harry trails his hands down her thighs as he sinks to his knees.

Y/N holds her dress up as Harry begins to pull down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. "Those are too hot to be hidden, baby. Fuck, knowing you had those on the whole time for me has me so hard." He unbuttons his trousers giving himself breathing space.

"Please, baby," Y/N begs, wanting him to give her some kind of release.

"Alright, darling, since we don't have much time."

Y/N has her legs spread open for Harry; her face was flushed, knowing the pleasure Harry would soon bring her. She was wet; she had been since she saw Harry perform in his whole leather outfit; she swears this look will enter her dreams when he's away.

"Love, you're so wet." He smirks, knowing this was for him, but a bit of confirmation never hurt anyone. "All-cause of me?"

"Yes, always wet for you." She breathes out, looking down at him.

Harry leans in, pressing soft kisses on her thigh, getting her to relax, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he's going to. He loves how soft her skin is; he litters kisses as he watches her, still feeling how close he is to where they both want him to be.

Y/N feels like she can't breathe; Harry's teasing always so good but not now. Not when she wants him inside her, but she settles for him eating her out. He's proven more than a dozen times how good he is with his tongue.

"I'm ready, darling. I'm ready to taste you, fuck, you smell amazing, but oh, there's something special about how you taste. Will you let me?" Harry asks, always asking for her consent, never wanting her to feel pressured.

"Yes, please." Harry always knows what she needs; she's happy to relinquish all control to him.

Harry tightened his grips on her thighs, scooting closer. He smiles at how glistening her pussy looks for him. How wet he's made her. He didn't have time for foreplay as much as he wanted to tease her have her withering under his touch. He drove right in, his tongue in between her lips, tasting her sweet juices. It was good, sweet, and just for him.

Y/N let out a moan; Harry wanted more from her; he wanted her a moaning mess. Y/n felt his tongue against her most sensitive spot and felt her knees go weak, fuck; he knew exactly how to bring her the pleasure she seeks.

Harry's eyes were closed, focusing on the noises Y/N was making and savoring the taste.

Y/N has a hand in his hair, her right hand holding up her bunched-up dress. "My winner," she moans out.

"You're always a winner. Fuck, so good." She pants.

"You are….baby" Nothing's making sense. She's lost in her pleasure. Harry was focusing on her clit; he licked at the small peek, knowing she was close.

She pulls harder on his hair, he lets out a moan against her pussy, and it brings her twice the pleasure. "Make me cum, baby." She whines, "Show me exactly why a song about oral sex deserved to win."

Harry, edged on by her words, begins to suck on her clit, letting her feel the ecstasy it brings her. Y/N lost in her pleasure, misses Harry's cursing against her.

"Harry, I'm close." She whimpers out.

"Cum for me, darling." He doesn't slow down, lapping against her pussy, taking everything she gives him. He sucks on her clit, swirling his tongue around as he brings a finger to her hole, gently pushing in, knowing it will drive her over the edge.

"Fuck, you're always a winner. This mouth is always a winner."

Y/N whines out his name, pulling him closer as he licks up all she offered him, letting her ride out her orgasm enjoying every moment. Harry pulls his hand away, setting it on her exposed thigh, drawing small comforting circles, until he's sure she's ridden it through.

She lets out a long sigh as she slides down the door, no longer able to stay standing. Harry grins, guiding her down gently as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I return the favor?" She blinks at him, lust still swimming in her eyes.

Harry blushes but not at all embarrassed. "Watching you cum for me did the job, baby."

She pouts her lips.

"Can treat me to a good time later," he promises; she eagerly nods, already knowing how she'd make him go crazy at him. The taste of him on her tongue later, something to look forward to.

"Think this was the reason you had a third outfit picked." She jokes,

Harry laughs, "Definitely."

Y/N and Harry sit there staring at each other, blissed out in pleasure, taking in the other's smile when a loud knock on the door startles them reminding them where they are.

"When you walk out of here, there better not be a single trace to what you did in there," Jeff tells them.

Harry smirks, "oh Jeffery, who does he take us for?"

Y/N is helped to her feet by Harry, who slips her panties back up her thighs. Y/N walks to the restroom to fix herself while Harry washes his face at the sink provided. Harry is quick to get out of his clothes and into the final outfit of the night. An orange blazer with a white low-cut shirt and plaid pants.

He's ready to step back out and mingle, showing off his girlfriend to everyone who approaches them. Harry stands in front of the mirror looking at the deep red mark on his neck where she left a love bite; he doesn't even remember her giving it to him.

She smirks, seeing him trace his finger over it. Y/N walks up to him, placing the black-feathered boa over his shoulders.

"I could get behind the feathered boas if it means I can leave more kisses like that behind," Y/N tells him as he swings it over his shoulder, adjusting it to hide the mark that would bruise over the next few hours.

"We'll see, love."

Y/N stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She smooths her hands over her dress, happy with how she looks. Not at all like she was just given the orgasm of her life. Harry smiles, grateful she was here with him on an important day. He loves her, and he knows she loves him.

"Ready, love?" He stands being her, hand on her waist

She turns her head up to look at him, puckering her lips, waiting for a kiss that Harry happily gives her. "Now, I'm ready."

Y/N and Harry walk hand in hand, masks on.

Harry may not have won any more awards, but he truly felt like he had won it all way before ever hearing his name being called. With a woman like Y/N on his side who was intelligent, beautiful, and independent, constantly pushing him to be a better person every day, there was no way he would ever know what it would be like to lose.

Thank you so much for reading! I adore you. Hopefully, the future allows me to write for Harry, Atticus, and Y/N some more but for now I hope you enjoyed this continued story. <333

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[divinerulerluvr]

Smells Like Teen Spirit

Summary - As you panic about being closer and closer to adult life, you figure you should do something spontaneous.

Pre-death Tate Langdon x fem!reader

Warnings - smut, language, drugs (cocaine), alcohol, no condom sex.

Words - 1.4k

A/N - Let's ignore the logistics of pool sex for a minute here because i think it's hot and its fictional so ignore chlorine or, ya know, science and enjoy it, you horny bastard. Also, coke causes aggression so dont say this is ooc.

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Sitting in my backyard, the only light source was the lights from the fancy pool my parents had installed earlier this summer. Beside me on the other lounge chair is Tate.

It’s late at night and my parents had gone off for a business trip. They’re both lawyers and they often leave me alone here. And since I’m an only child, I spend most of my time alone or with Tate.

I chug back the rest of my beer, this one being the fourth of the night. Tate’s favorite album of all time, Nevermind by Nirvana, plays softly. Today was my seventeenth birthday and I had been having panic attacks all day about how dreadfully close I am to being a legal adult.

“I never do anything fun. I’ve basically wasted my prime teenage years,” I vent to Tate, leaning over the small patio table and snorting a line of the cocaine I had chopped up. I let out a heavy exhale, rubbing my nose.

“You still have a full year, though,” Tate replies, taking the credit card from me and crushing up his own pill to snort. He leans over the table, doing what I had previously done. He leans back, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

“Yeah. Three hundred sixty-five days left of my supposed “best years” left,” I chuckle dryly, looking out at the illuminated pool. “You do a lot of fun shit,” Tate replies, his blonde hair covering his eyes just slightly.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“You drink, you do drugs, you party--”

“One party. One party and I hated it,” I interrupt. A smile spreads on Tate’s lips. “You’ve been to a party,” he corrects himself. “I mean, are you even a virgin?”

“No,” I reply almost hesitantly as I grab my fifth beer and start drinking it. “See? Your life isn’t boring. You just think it is because it isn’t like the movies,” Tate says, grabbing what I believe to be his fourth beer.

“I know,” I say with a sigh, my head falling back onto the seat I lay on. “It’s just that I feel so… unfulfilled. Like I need to do something dangerous or spontaneous,”

“Then do something spontaneous,” Tate shrugs, his jawline sharpening as he chugs his beer. He pulls the bottle from his lips, panting from how long he was chugging the drink. “This tastes like shit,” he comments under his breath.

I bite my lower lip, reflecting on what Tate said. Something spontaneous…

Standing from the lounge chair, I look down at Tate who looks up at me. “What’re you doing?” he asks me. A smile spreads on my lips as I shrug. “Something spontaneous,”

My hands go to the hem of my shirt and I pull it off, revealing the fact that I didn’t wear a bra. Tate’s eyes widen, clearly never having seen boobs outside of a porno magazine. He watches with intense attention as I pull off my pajama shorts and underwear.

His eyes rake my naked body, making me scoff softly. “Come on, you pervert. Let’s do something spontaneous,” I say, turning around and walking down the warm cement and walk into the pool. By the time I’m in the pool, Tate had already stripped and gotten in behind me.

Tate studies me for a moment, his dark eyes scanning my eyes and briefly my naked body under the water. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” I say, a grin on my lips. He shyly nods, a light red covering his cheeks. I wade through the water to get closer to him, closing our distance. “I lied. I am a virgin,” I confess.

He smiles, his hands running down my back under the cool temperature water. He grabs a handful of my ass, causing me to inhale sharply. We keep eye contact, the tension building higher than ever.

“Tate,” I say in a whisper, our bodies slowly getting closer and closer until our chests are touching. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, his hands pulling me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist.

Our noses graze and he keeps this tension-filled eye contact with me. He was teasing and I knew it. I run my one hand down his chest, feeling his gently toned muscles. The intro to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” plays and I know how Tate gets when this song plays.

Without hesitation, he pulls me into a deep kiss.

His lips were warm and tasted of beer and nicotine. His hands stay hooked under my ass, his nails scratching my skin ever so slightly. I press my body tight against his, my arousal growing like crazy.

We pull apart, panting heavily as we look into each other’s eyes. “Fuck me, Tate,” I pant. He smiles, licking his lips. Our lips meet again, pure lust and ravenous passion filling the kiss. My nails drag down his back as I feel his hand slowly migrate to between my thighs.

My gasp was muffled by his lips on mine as his thumb grazed over my clit. I buck my hips into his hand, my chest heaving. He moves us over to the edge of the pool, pushing me against the paved wall of the pool.

He uses the hand between my legs to guide himself into me, his dick pushing roughly into me under the water. A weak moan leaves my lips, his hand running up my chest and to the curve of my neck where his hand spans over my jaw.

He breaks the kiss, his eyes meeting mine as he pulls his hips back and thrusts into me. My mouth falls open in a soft moan, my eyebrows furrowed as my walls clench around his dick. My hands grab onto his shoulders, my fingers digging into his pale skin.

My legs stay wrapped around his waist, keeping him as close to me as possible. His eyes study my face, his own lips parted as he pants softly. The water ripples around us, the lights in the pool casting a beautiful glow on his face.

“Tate...” I moan, my eyes falling shut as my head falls back. He picks up the pace of his thrusts, causing my eyes to snap open. The stars shine bright in the sky, adding something to the boring, black night sky.

His hand runs up my neck, his middle and ring finger sliding into my mouth through my parted lips. I suck on his fingers, my eyes meeting his lust-filled ones. The loud guitar and drums of the song plays, the more amped the song gets, the more libido Tate gets.

Clearly enjoying the way I suck on his fingers, Tate fucks me harder than I ever thought he could. He was really bringing his best game. My fingers entangle in Tate’s messy hair, tugging at it softly.

He groans, his head falling back slightly. His fingers pull from my mouth, his hand moving under the water and rubbing my clit. I bury my head in the crook of his shoulder, the fresh smell of his skin filling my senses.

His hips continue snapping ruthlessly in and out of me, his pace picking up the closer we both got to finishing. Tate’s lips find my shoulder, peppering soft kisses on my skin before biting and sucking at it to create hickeys.

My arms wrap around his back, holding him close to me as my legs quiver under the water that only reaches our chests. I knew I was close when the world began to spin. If this is what sex always felt like, I understand why people always do it.

It doesn’t take much longer for me to orgasm, either.

With a weak moan, I get sent into orgasmic overdrive. Shivers run through my body as my nerves catch on fire from the feeling of it. I bite onto the soft skin of Tate’s neck, feeling him cum inside of me.

He fucks me through my orgasm, overstimulating me as I finally fall down from the high. Both panting, I pull my head from his neck and look into his eyes. He smiles softly, his cheeks red from his orgasm.

Tate keeps his hold on me, still inside of me as we calm down from the sex. The song crescendos out and the next song begins. “I love it when you’re spontaneous,” he comments, making me laugh softly.

“Yeah. It’s not too bad,”

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[tetralea]

Ski date

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Word Count: 6.2 K+

Warning: idiots in love, awkward flirting, kissing, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female recieveing), 

Summary: Tom invites you to join him and Harry skiing, and you say yes. Not so secretly hoping one of you finally makes a move and ends the months long mutual pinning finally. 

It’s very fluffy on main, with some good amount of smut. There is an entire scene of smut I didn’t include, it’s very long already, so if you are interested let me know and I might write it. 

A/N: I love skiing, you might be able to tell it after reading this. The reader is skiing, because I do, so that’s that. Thank you for everyone who encouraged me on writing this. I hope you’ll like it. 

It’s been fairly long since you got to go skiing, so when Tom asked if you wanted to join him and Harry, you said yes, way too fast. 

So here you were, feeling at the top of the world as the Sun was shining, on the beautiful snowy mountain tops all over the horizon. It was the definition of freedom. The mountains, the snow, you skis and speeding down on the slopes until your thighs were burning. 

And now, a pair of deep brown eyes, which you caught staring at you from time to time, only added to the thrills. 

Your close friendship with Tom slowly grew to an endless mutual pining, slowly driving everyone around you crazy, but the both of you played safe, not daring to make a move until you worked together, but up in the mountains everything felt so different. 

His eyes were shining just a bit more bright, his smile seemed just a bit more wide and carefree and the wind carried his clear, happy laughter a tiny bit further. 

‘How about a hot chocolate there?’ You heard Tom’s voice behind you as he walked next to you easily in his boots. His gloved hand was pointing to a small, bright coloured place at the still sunny part, halfway down to the valley. 

‘Sounds good to me.’ You nodded, turning to Harry and seeing his unruly curls moving around on his forehead as they peaked out of his helmet. 

‘Sure, you guys are so lazy tho, we just had lunch.’ He complained before dropping his board on the snow. After a few seconds of shuffling around all three of you were ready to race downhill enjoying the more than beautiful spring weather and the almost empty slopes. 

‘Can you please bring me one?’ You asked Tom, while getting rid of your coat and helmet and settling into the comfy sun chairs. 

‘What do I get if I bring you one?’ He asked with a playful, almost flirty tone. 

Maybe it was the place, or maybe it was the way he got rid of his helmet running his fingers through his messy brown curls, giving you a challenging smile, you felt brave. ‘What do you want?’ 

He leant down, to get his wallet out of his backpack, and to get closer to you, the tension between the two of you almost visible as he looked at you, biting his lips slightly. ‘Just a small kiss, darling.’ His voice was low, a lot more quiet as he tilted his head a little when his long finger touched his skin to show you the exact spot on his cheek he had in mind. Tom’s eyebrows were high as he was waiting for your answer. 

‘Alright, love,’ you emphasised the pet name for him, ‘with whipped cream, without a straw.’ His eyes were locked to yours until he straightened himself and looked at Harry, who was trying to pretend that he found something very interesting on his phone, and not paying attention to your shameless flirting. 

It was hard to tell how much time passed when suddenly the Sun was gone and you opened your eyes to see what happened, not remembering any clouds from earlier. 

Surely it wasn’t a cloud, but Tom was standing in front of you with a satisfied grin and two mugs of hot chocolate. 

You reached out to get yours but he just shook his head with a small laugh, making Harry roll his eyes. Tom leant down and placed the mugs on the small table next to you to free his hands and to get to the same level with you. You tried to blame the non-existent wind for the slight blush on his cheeks, and you told yourself you only imagined the anticipation in his eyes as he looked at you. 

Nonetheless you sat up straight as he was kneeling on the wooden floor, both of your hands sliding onto his cheek to hold his head steady as you pressed a small, but firm kiss to his skin. It was only a brief moment, but you felt your heart racing against your ribs and your breath shaking a bit as you let him go, his cheeks now definitely red and blushing. 

‘Thanks.’ Your voice was merely a whisper as you gave him a soft smile before turning to your drink. 

Harry was already battling with the whipped cream on the top of his drink, trying his best not to let it drip onto his fingers. Now seeing that you and Tom wore done with flirting again, he started a story. 

Long minutes gone by as the three of you just enjoyed the sunshine and the sweet beverage, you tried your best not to burn your tongue, which Tom did of course with the first sip immediately.

Focusing on the people sliding next to the small terrace and just marvelling at the giants of the nature surrounding you almost made you unaware of the pretty brown eyes lingering on your face, drkingin in every smile, every small sigh, every movement you made. 

But you turned as he started to talk, catching him looking at you again. 

‘Um… your face.’ Tom started unsure of how to explain himself, making Harry lean forward seeing what was happening to your face for himself. Now they were both grinning ear to ear, motioning around their own mouths trying to explain to you exactly where the chocolate strained your skin. ‘Wait.’ Tom chuckled a bit reaching forward with a small piece of napkin and he steadied your head with one hand at the back of your neck, while the other started to rub at the strain. You giggled at his not too gentle movements, before his pretty face lit up as he checked and noticed that he successfully removed the chocolate. ‘Now, it’s looking good.’ He said proudly leaning back to let Harry check as well. 

‘Yepp, all gone.’ He gave you a thumbs up and a smile. 

Tom let go of you and you started to get ready for the last few hours of skiing before the slopes closed. 

The three of you always took turns whenever you got to a two seat chair lift, it was always someone else alone. Now you rode it with Tom for the third time in a row, Harry always being there first and leaving the two of you alone or searching for something in his bag telling you to go together. It was more than suspicious, why would anyone search for anything in their bags before the lift ride. He just tried to give you, any of you, that final push to make a move finally. A huge grin spread on your lips to the thought. 

On the other hand you felt Tom sitting just a bit closer to you every time, blaming it on his snowboard that his knees were pushed to yours, during the whole ride. Whenever you crossed the valley and it got a bit more windy he encouraged you to scoot closer to him, leaning to his shoulder, finding shelter against the sharp wind. Not like it helped much, but you wouldn’t have admitted it for your life. 

You enjoyed this closeness just as much, the small flirting, the small beaming looks and every time he was caught, he didn’t look away immediately, he held your gaze for a second, before smiling a bit and closing his eyes giggling. It felt like being a teen all over again. 

It was nice, almost innocent. 

You tried your best around Harry, not to bother or annoy him too much, but after the fifth ride together you didn’t need an excuse to press your thighs to his or lean to his shoulder, like it was all natural. Just chatting and telling stories, planning your next slide or arguing if snowboarding or skiing was better. 

‘Look, look at him!’ You spoke fast in the friendly but heated argument as you pointed to a guy completely ruining the snow as he was just standing on his snowboard, sliding down in a way he pushed the snow from the surface completely. 

‘Okay, sure, but people who can snowboard are not that bad.’ Tom threw his hands in the air defending himself. ‘We don’t do that much damage, like some who can’t ski and just push the snow with every turn.’ 

‘Oh, so you can snowboard well?’ You asked with a playful smile turning your head back from the slopes to face him. 

‘I do.’ He answered confidently and licked his lips when he looked at you, suddenly hyper aware of how close the two of you sat, how close your face was and that your eyes shamelessly followed the movement of his tongue. His breathing hitched, eyes involuntarily drawn to look at your lips, red from the cold wind. 

He wanted to kiss you. He wanted to kiss you so badly at that moment, but you were out in the open, God knows how high, and he doubted anyone knew it was him in that gear, he didn’t dare to risk it. Fuck this. 

His hand moved a little finding yours, holding it reassuringly through the thick material, while he still couldn’t look away from you. 

‘I-, I think you are really pretty.’ He whispered, voice raspy and barely audible. It was a nice save, you chuckled closing your eyes, because you couldn’t hold it against his intense gaze anymore, there were too many things in there, neither of you could act on it at that moment.

‘Thank you.’ The corners of your mouth turned up and your lips were pulling so wide it almost hurt. You felt your cheeks heating up, his grip around your fingers just growing a bit stronger, holding on until you had to lift the bar to exit the lift. 

Soon you were heading home, all three of you starving. 

The next day you started early, still a bit sleepy, your muscles a bit sore from the previous day’s skiing but you didn’t mind. 

It was the third day and you managed to go without falling, but it didn’t last much longer. You arrived at a rather steep part, and yet you weren’t exactly a beginner when your skis slipped on the ice hidden in the shadowy slope you lost your balance and the last thing you heard was Tom yelling your name, then it was a lot of snow in your face. You felt yourself sliding down, the pist being way too steep to just stop, your skis were long gone, and even tho you tried your best to get a grip on the snowy icy surface, it didn’t help. You were sliding down like a ragdoll, looking up, seeing Harry and Tom collecting your skis carefully following you until the slope wasn’t steep enough and you finally stopped. 

They stopped on your boths sides with a sharp sound before sitting in the snow next to you. 

‘You ok?’ Tom asked, just to be sure. Your fall was more comical than dramatic. 

‘Yeah, yeah.’ You laughed, letting your body relax a little against the hard surface. ‘I think I just took the lazy route.’ You were joking, almost drinking the air as you tried to calm down your laughter. ‘However my everything is full of snow.’ You whined a little, unzipping your coat trying to get rid of it the best you could. The guys helped to swipe it off on your back and you were ready to start over.

‘Maybe you should change into something dry.’ Tom said with a bit of a hesitation, unsure of all the crazy ideas in his head. ‘We still have a few days here, it wouldn be a shame if you caught a cold.’ He tried to get his own back. All of you knew that this happens and your clothes weren’t even wet, but he had that same look on his face as last time. That anticipation. 

You agreed and a few minutes later Harry stayed on the terrace of the hotel until the two of you went up to get you changed. The reason why Tom went was also unknown, but no one questioned it. 

You quickly got rid of the coat and the pulover you were wearing, leaving you in your technical pants and secondskin on the top. 

Tom on the other hand seemed to be frozen on the spot, his plan seemed to end there, having the two of you only in somewhere private. 

‘Umm, can you please see if it’s wet on my back?’ It was all just playing along, everything on you were so dry, but you weren’t stupid. 

‘Yeah, sure.’ Tom’s steps were quick as he walked to you. He reached out only using the back of his hand to see if the material was wet, he dabbed the top of your back a few times before his other hand was moving hesitantly to your hip and his other palm now slid across your back, until the top of your technical gear. ‘This looks good.’ He said slowly with voice low, both of his hands resting on your hips, holding you gently. You didn’t move, just whispered a small thank you, before you felt him slowly turning you around. 

Your breathing hitched as you looked at him, your hands immediately finding support on his forearms. His fingers were drawing pretty circles on your second skin as they moved up to your waist, he stepped a little closer, his eyes never leaving you, he licked his lips again and he saw you letting out a small sigh. 

‘Yesterday on the lift, there was something I wanted to do.’ You were clinging to his words, your breathing becoming even more laboured, suddenly all the skiing clothes becoming way too hot for this, but you couldn’t care. ‘I still want to.’ His voice was a bit shaking, only a bit louder than a whisper. 

‘Yeah?’ You moved closer pressing your chest to his, your hands traveling up to his shoulders. ‘I think I know what you are talking about.’ It was difficult to look at him as you tilted your head, merely an inch away from his lips. 

‘Good.’ Tom breathed the small word onto your lips as he pressed his lips to yours. He was gentle, slow, not wanting to rush for a second, just enjoying the feeling of your lips against his own, and the small sigh you let out as his hands moved up, holding you securely in his arms. It seemed to break his patience as he pressed you to his body, his hands moving back to your hips and up to the back of your neck, he opened his mouth cueing you to do the same as he deepened the kiss. It made you shiver as he bit your bottom lip and his tongue finally found yours. Now it was his turn to shigh into the kiss as your fingers ran through his hair pulling on the soft, slightly damp curls a bit. 

It seemed like neither of you wanted to let go, whenever the kiss slowed down, changing back to small kisses and pecks one of you started it all over again. He already pulled the secondskin out of your pants, his hands finding the smooth, warm skin underneath, and he wanted more, so much more. Maybe it was too big of a step right after the first kiss, maybe, but he wanted you, naked, running his hands freely on your skin, feeling every inch of you close to him. It was his low growl and the way he firmly pushed you to the nearest wall, which brought back the both of you. 

‘Harry is waiting for us.’ You tired to reason, but your raspy voice and swollen lips weren’t too convincing. 

‘I know. I know.’ Tom stepped back, separating your bodies from each other. ‘Just don’t put back the same pulover. That would be suspicious.’ He bit his lips with a proud smile. 

‘I think he knows what’s going on.’ You laughed as you finished dressing. ‘No one ever changes their clothes in April after falling.’ You squinted at him, stepping way too close. 

‘Was that so obvious?’ He asked, being fake surprised, chasing after you in the room. 

‘Yeah, we are kind of obvious for a few months now.’ Leaning to the wall was an open invitation and Tom took it gladly. 

‘Good, because this was the last time I encouraged you to put more clothes on.’ His excited voice was mixing with a devilish smile and he gave you no time to respond. He caged your body and kissed you feverishly.

‘So bad?’ You asked with your eyebrows high, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him back to kiss you more. Feeling his body pressed tightly to yours, your fingers dragging across his back, trying to feel him more, whimpering in disappointment when you felt how good those baggy pants were hiding his hard on but it only encouraged him further.

‘Even worse.’ He knew even if he tried he couldn’t make you feel how bad the situation was through those pants, on the other hand he could walk out that door, no one noticing the massive hard on he had. 

‘You know-,’ you started staring up into those lust blown brown eyes, ‘when we come up all of my clothes were dry, but now-’ you never finished and seeing him staring at you wide eyed for a moment before slipping out under his arm, your hand on the door handle, forcing him to behave, just made your panties even more damp. 

Harry being the angel you never thought he would be, never brought up why the hell it took you fifteen minutes to change a pullover, instead he just asked if you were ready and walked out of the building. 

You saw the looks Tom was shooting towards you, changing between adoration and lust, and you saw the way he wanted to show off to you on the slopes, it was adorable and nerve wracking at the same time. 

Whenever he got you alone in the chair lift, Harry not being so charitable as he was last time, he held your hand through the gloves, or found excuses why he needed to take it off and swipe a non-existent stray of hair out of your face, or clean an also non-existent spot above your lips with his thumb. It felt cute and romantic. Other times he also held your hand, but a bit more firmly, massaging it impatiently, his eyes were dark, passion and want was mixing in them. These times he never said a thing, but you claimed to find a spot above his lips, pressing your thumb to his mouth in the process. He opened his mouth, showing you his teeth before biting on your finger a little and sucking it into his mouth briefly. 

It was hard not to find another excuse to pull him up in the room and turn all the tension and longing of these last months into reality. 

You still enjoyed skiing and the view and all that, but now he could steal your focus even easier, and you felt your heart stop for a second when you saw him fall. You helped him up from the ground wanting to pull him in a hug and kiss him but it was just out of the question.

By the end of the day you were going crazy in wanting to kiss him again. His pretty face being all rosy from the wind, his brown eyes lighting up every time your eyes met, and his messy curls made him ridiculously lovely and hot at the same time. 

You offered the chance to Harry to go and have a shower first, maybe a bit more impatiently as you wanted. 

‘Sure, thanks. I’ll knock before coming back to the room, just in case.’ He snorted before closing the door behind him. 

‘Well, at least we don’t need to pretend anymore.’ You shrugged, but Tom was already gone in his head. He crawled in your bed, both of his hands on your cold cheeks, kissing you urgently. He was kneeling almost above you, so it only felt natural to lay down on the mattress to make it more comfortable to even out your momentarily height difference. Both of you were impatient. His hands were roaming under your secondskin in no time as his tongue was dancing with yours. He was laying next to you and a bit on your chest, his big warm hands setting your skin on fire, while he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making out with you like you were teenagers, fooling around, not really knowing what’s going on just enjoying the sensations. It made your head spin, and your skin tingling, never wanting to let him go. 

Except that you weren’t teens anymore, you were exactly knowing what was going on and what’s next. Your hands found the hem of Tom’s top and started to push the tight material up on his toned body. He sat up and got rid of it, dropping it on the ground. Not wasting any time pulling the one you wore over your head as well. It left you only in your sports bra in front of him. 

‘I wanted to do this for so long, darling.’ He mumbled as he laid back, now between your legs, his hard on very prominent and pressing to your core through the thin material of the pants you were still wearing.

‘Much better.’ You breathed and started to kiss down on his neck, your hands freely roaming on his wide back as you rolled your hips to feel him even more. 

Tom moaned into the kiss, returning the favour. It felt mind blowing feeling his weight on top of you, the warmth radiating from his body, his bare skin touching every yours and the outline of his cock pressed to your core. He returned to kiss your lips for a second before trailing down, his hot mouth and tongue leaving wet, red spots across your neck and collarbone. 

‘I need you, Tom.’ As your body was heaving under his, rocking to compliment his movements, to make you feel more, your mouth pressed to his round shoulder, sucking and kissing, tasting his skin over and over. ‘Do you think it would be very obvious if we had a shower together?’ You asked in your final desperation. You were barely wearing any clothes, yet it was still too much to feel him in the way you longed for. 

‘Yes.’ He moaned into your neck as your hands slid down onto his round ass cheeks and grabbed them. ‘But at this moment the only thing I care about is to be inside of you.’ He moved back up to your mouth until his hand pushed under your sports bra to cup your breast. Just as he was about to roll your nipple, you heard Harry knock and even through the haze of your passion that small voice found its way, screaming at you, to stop and respect his only request. You pushed Tom away gently, your eyes pleading to him to behave.

‘Thanks.’ Harry nodded, as his eyes took the state the two of you were in, and spearing yourself from any further embarrassment, you rushed into the steamy bathroom, closing the lock, just to be sure Tom didn’t follow. ‘So, you and her, finally?’ He asked cautiously. 

‘Yes!’ Tom’s victorious grin spread across his whole face making Harry let out a small ‘wohoo’.

‘But you are sleeping in separate beds, because I am not waking up in the middle of the night for the two of you going at it.’ He raised his fingers, warning his older brother. 

‘You sound like a mom, like it would stop anything, man.’ Tom grimaced and tried to doge the pillow Harry was throwing at him with a disgusted face. 

‘Seriously, I can go to the sauna and the pool if you ask me to, I just don’t want to see or hear anything.’ He made a gagging face and flopped onto the bed starting to check the pictures he took during the day. 

The two of you tried your best to behave, but now that touching each other and kissing weren’t completely off limits you got carried away sometimes. But the feeling of Tom’s hand on your thigh or around your waist as you were playing some games warmed your heart, that ‘finally’ feeling slowly settling in your chest. His kisses were playful, loving, unable to get enough of you, he stood behind you, holding your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder as you fed him the first bite of peanut butter jelly sandwich you quickly made. Harry just turned his camera on silent mode, so he never bothered your sweet moments like this, genuinely being happy for the both of you. 

It wasn’t difficult to fall into small acts like this, mostly in this environment. It was calmness itself. The mountains always amazed you and Tom just loved watching you as you marvelled at them, he loved your enthusiasm about everything and he mostly loved the way he made you all shy and biting your lips whenever he didn’t look away, and just kept admiring you. 

The hot and heavy passion of that day shifted to something soft and loving, testing the waters, Harry occasionally faking an asthma attack to bring the two of you back to reality. The next day came fast, way too fast as you fell asleep in Tom’s arms, him sneaking into your bed, the small space forcing the two of you to stay close to each other, not that you mind it. 

He woke you up with small kisses, giggling and smiling as you tried to fight him, to get a few more minutes of sleep. ‘Come on, love, the weather is beautiful and the slopes are calling us.’ He tried with his usual energetic voice, which was still a bit raspy from sleep, but he didn’t care. 

‘The bed is also calling.’ You mumbled turning a little so you were on your back looking up on his pretty face. You let out a small puff of air as you took him in fully. His sleepy little face, his messy, morning hair, that sweet look in his eyes which now felt like it was only reserved for you. 

‘But I’m hungry.’ Tom pouted, his puppy dog eyes begging for… food? You weren’t sure, but you gave in. 

‘Alright, lovie, let’s get some food.’ 

Maybe it was just the morning haze, or the fact that he didn’t need to pretend at least in front of Harry anymore, he seemed to calm down since yesterday. Even when he got you alone while Harry was having his morning shower, he was holding you, laying in bed almost fully prepared to go, he was cuddling you, lazily making out with you, his hands caressing your cheeks and side. 

On the slopes you had to play pretend again, but that day everything seemed to be perfect, even like that. Watching him slide so easily on the snow flashing you a smile from time to time, took your breath away for a second, and you found yourself slipping and falling a bit more than usual. You saw him snowboarding before and never once found it ridiculously sexy, but now? Oh, boy. You did, and loved every second of it whether you watched him from the end of the slope or above, it just set a slowly burning fire in your stomach. 

Soon you were pretty preoccupied by his closeness again, his lips looking to be more and more inviting with every lift ride, you started to miss his hands on you and the softness of his hair between your fingers. With your mind not being focused on skiing on main anymore, you found yourself in the snow again and again. You never had it bad, you just mostly looked silly but the more you fell and had to get up the more tired you got and it was an infinite circle. 

‘How about calling it a day early today?’ Harry offered as the three of you occupied one of the cabins on the lift. ‘I mean I could go till five, but maybe some rest would do good to you and I wanted to take some pictures in the village anyway.’ He offered. 

‘Yeah, that might be good. My butt and arms hurt from falling so much.’ You agreed, not daring to look at Tom or asking him if he were to join you or Harry. The answer was obvious and you didn’t need to make it so clear in front of his brother. 

You slid down one last time together before taking your gear back to the hotel, Harry changing back to some more comfortable shoes, while Tom and you headed back to the room. 

You felt that tension only while the two of you were waiting for the elevator. As soon as you stepped in and the doors were closed you were on Tom and he did nothing to resist. 

‘Would you mind if I wouldn’t let you rest right away?’ He asked between the heated kisses. 

‘Just be mindful of my bruised parts.’ You grinned before kissing him again, not stopping until you felt the elevator stop. 

The walk to your room was a bit faster than usual, Tom opened the door in record time and when it closed your back was pressed against it, those delicious lips on yours, helping each other to undress, the heavy coats and pants lading on the floor until you were only in your second skin pants and sports bra again. His large hands were roaming on your body, feeling every part of you, basking in feeling you just as he wanted again. Tom took one of your thighs lifting them up until his hips, so he could step even closer, basically pinning you to the door with his own body. It felt like time has stopped as your palms and fingers mapped out every muscle on his body, as you pulled on his curls and he moaned into your mouth shamelessly, as your fingers found his perfect butt again and dug your nails into it, pulling him even closer, however your didn’t think that was possible. His erection pressing to your thigh again, letting you know how ready he was for you. 

His skilled lips and tongue left a wet trail of kisses on your neck, sucking and biting on your skin gently, being careful with not leaving any marks. He pushed up your sports bra and you helped him to get rid of it. It wasn’t even a second until he stopped to take you in before his hands started to fondle your breasts, his fingers finally pinching and you rolling your nipples, coaxing the sweetest whimpers out of you. His mouth returned to yours to a sloppy kiss, your teeth and tongue meeting as you couldn’t contain your noises anymore. 

Those pants and panties started to feel like hell, clinging tightly to your body, and you needed him to do something about it. 

To cue him, you took one of his hands and guided it until you hooked his finger into your remaining clothes, pressing it down a little. 

‘Let’s get to the bed, lovie.’ Tom breathed onto your lips, grabbing your hips and hands and crossing the room in no time. When he stopped and crawled on your smaller bed, he got rid of every clothing on himself and helped you out of every single piece of clothing you had, leaving you completely naked for him. He took you in wordlessly, only his eyes letting you know how much he loved seeing you like this. He was also a sight, he was more than beautiful naked, his body perfect for you, his cock rock hard and way more thick than you imagined it. When you lifted your arms reaching out for him, he complied instantly laying down, his hips forcing your thighs open of him. 

You kissed him slowly, just enjoying the moment, indulging in the feeling of his weight on you, of his skin on yours, his scent filling your senses, just this moment feeling completely surrounded by Tom. It didn’t take very long until it became heated as your bodies were rocking against each other, his cock head nudging your entrance, sometimes pressing against your clit. 

‘You are so wet, darling.’ He groaned into the kiss. ‘Can I?’ He asked and waited the split second before you could whimper ‘yes’ before he gave in to the sweet invitation of your body and let his cock head slide into you. He broke the kiss, and tried to tilt his head to see your face better. Your eyes were closed and your brows knitted together as he was burying himself into you, and your sweet lips just turned into an ‘o’ when he finally bottomed out. 

‘Sorry, I really wanted to wait with this and give you something more, but you felt too fucking good.’ He groaned and started to roll his hips into you. Soon your couldn’t hold back your moans, he pushed himself up to his palms to have more space as he was fucking into you. He opened his legs wider just to force yours open up even more for him. He speeded up, making your back arch from the bed, your nails digging into his butt once again. Hearing him lose it a bit more every time you did this, made your body tingle and his moans sent shivers down on your spine. 

With a shudder he slowed down gradually, his thrust becoming deep and shallow, trying to buy himself some time. He grabbed your hand which was now holding onto the sheets desperately, and sucked it into his mouth, wetting it as much as he could. His eyes were locked on yours and you would have lied if you said it wasn’t something absolutely obscene, which made you clench around him, Tom shamelessly moaning around your fingers. When he was done, he guided that hand between your bodies, a surprised whimper falling from your lips as your own fingers touched your neglected clit. They were warm and wet from Tom’s saliva and you didn’t need any further comment on what he wanted you to do. He started to move again, his peace becoming frantic in a second, matching the way you rubbed your clit, getting closer and closer to your orgasm. 

You opened your eyes for a second, looking up at him, his cheeks now positively red and flushed, his eyes closed, pleasure written all over his features and his pretty lips opening to a moan was all you needed. You fall over the edge, your body seizing up and your orgasm washing over you, making you tremble and whimper and only beg for more. Tom let go at the moment he felt you squeezing him tight and pulsing around him, milking every drop of his cum, his cock twitching inside of you until he was completely empty. 

He tried not to collapse onto you, to keep himself up on his elbows and forearms while the both of you were panting and trying to come down from your highs. 

He pressed a butterfly kiss to your neck making you shudder, then a lazy, satisfied kiss to your lips, feeling your arms around his neck and shoulders. 

‘That was amazing.’ You sighed and shuddered again as he kissed your neck again.

‘Yeah, pretty amazing.’ Tom smiled, noticing how absolutely sensitive you become. 

You were just laying there caged between the soft mattress and his firm body, enjoying his closeness, the way his slowly softening cock filled you up still, your body and mind feeling utterly at peace. 

Before you could have fallen asleep he helped you out of the bed and into the shower, holding you steadily and gently washing the mess away from his body. He couldn’t help as his hands wondered, sliding between your folds to wash away his own cum, sliding them into you, feeling you sigh again as you were leaning to his torso. He was fingering you gently, having your mind filled with lust again. ‘I really wanna taste you, darling.’ He said and the next thing you knew you were nodding and he was on his knees one of your thighs across his shoulder as he was lapping and sucking on your fucked out pussy, quickly bringing you to another orgasm. When you weren’t trembling anymore and his name wasn’t the only mantra you had anymore he let go of you, finishing what he started, enjoying your nimble fingers on himself as you did your best to return the gentle favour of cleaning you up. You headed out until he did his best to dry his curls which were dripping on the floor, only for him to find you fast asleep in your bed. 

He pulled the blanket over you, making sure that it covered you everywhere before settling in his own bed to start reading his next script, occasionally being interrupted by marvelling on your peaceful, sleeping form. 

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A Failed Betrothal (Part 3)

There were a lack of stuff to read so I posted this instead.

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PART 3

The next day was weird to say the least for everyone but for Marinette, it was another can of worms that she wished she didn’t open. For one thing, Chat Noir’s feelings obsession for Ladybug switched from one black-haired girl to another which unfortunately was Ladybug’s civilian form. Which meant Marinette had to deal with Adrien’s Chat-Noir-level flirting and bad pick-up lines.

Perfect, just perfect.

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Everyone thought that a declaration speech of ‘being soulmates and the only one for him’ in front of the whole class from the ‘love of your life’ would warrant a ‘blushing to death and stammering’ or ‘outright fainting’. Not a facepalm, a groan, “Why me?” and a “I am sorry but NO. I don’t feel the same way about you”. Marinette vaguely wondered if there was some kind of rule for interesting events and confrontations to happen during lunch break while the class waits for Mme Bustier to start the lessons.

Marinette went to sit in her seat next to Chloe in the back row where she and her friends had been exiled to. The class was in stunned silence and questioning about whether or not they had fallen into an alternate universe or dreaming. Nathaniel and Alix tried to hide their snickers. Chloe just started outright laughing, turning very red in the face.

Marinette felt a nudge from Plagg in her bag. Looking down, she saw them holding up her phone to show Lila’s gaping face of horror with a wicked smug grin on their face. She looked through the photos to see everyone’s faces of confusion and shock at her rejection. Eyes wide and jaws dropped on the ground. Different shots of her classmates in the same state. She smirked and showed them to Chloe who calmed down enough, letting out the occasional giggles and took the phone with glee.

“Thank you, Plagg. Here you go.” she whispered, giving them a camembert macaron.(Tom had started experimenting with camembert in his recipes. Plagg is his first taste tester for all of them, making Tom one of Plagg’s favourite people.)

Adrien didn’t take the rejection very well.

“But we are meant to be. You are a designer and I am a model. Our partnership is the one to be envied by many for the ages.”

“And by that logic,” The designer turned to her main model for her MDC website, “Chloe, my love, will you be my one and only? For our love shines so bright ,paralleled only by a thousand suns.” Using the same voice Plagg does when they go on one of their love odes about camembert before losing her straight face and giggling.(Plagg doesn’t know whether to be offended or amused.)

Setting Chloe’s laughter off again. “Mariiiii,...stop….I can’t..*gasps*....I can’t…”

Nathaniel and Alix, finally lost control and joined Chloe in death by laughter. Adrien was flustered, turning red in the face either from anger, embarrassment or both.

“But Chloe isn’t a model.”

Marinette decided to put a stop to this, just on the off chance that Gabriel finally decides to akumatized his own son. She recomposed herself.

“She is the main model for my website and we have a partnership. You, however, work for your father. So does Miss Rossi. Does that sound like the partnership to be envied by many for the ages? Hmmm, Agreste? Anyways, like I said before, I have no interest in dating you.”

“Why not? We are friends and sometimes, friends like each other enough to date each other.” Adrien angrily asked.

“Because-”

“Because, Adrikins,” Chloe cuts in, “friends having to date because one of them is interested in something more makes no sense and is fucked-up. Marinette doesn’t owe you anything. Besides, she already has a long distance boyfriend who lives in America.”

“WHAT!?” Adrien shouted.

“What?!” The class had snapped out of their stupor. Since when had Marinette gotten over Adrien and had a boyfriend?

“What?” Marinette looked at Chloe with wide-eyes. Last she checked she was still single so what the hell was Chloe playing at. For Kwami’s sake, she hadn’t been on a date since the one with Luka which went awkwardly before they agreed that they think of each other as siblings and it will be best to stay that way.

Chloe gave her a look that said ‘I will explain later.’

“Oh yes, they met online a few months ago and now they are all lovey-dovey together. It’s just so ridiculous, so utterly ridiculous how disgustingly in love they are. They have video call dates at least once a week and somehow make it work despite the time differences. He once came all the way to Paris just to see her. He brought her some special flowers that apparently meant-”

Marinette slapped her hand over Chloe’s mouth. “Well, Chloe, Queenie, as much as I love you as my friend, you can stop gushing about my love life now. Because class is about to start.”

She said through gritted teeth as Mme Bustier finished taking her sweet time and walked in. Sadly, Alya wasn’t done with the conversation ,“Wait a minute, since when did Chloe and you become close enough that she is modeling for you? And a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me, Girl? I thought we were friends. What about Adrien, he just confessed to you and you had been crushing on him for so long” Many girls gasped, angry that Alya broke the unspoken girl code.

“You have a crush on me?” Adrien looked hopeful. Like a lost kitten that had been stuck in the rain, was let into someone’s home.

“I had a crush on you,” Marinette corrected him, emphasising on the past tense, “and Alya had no business of sharing that information to the entire world despite us not being friends anymore.” She glared at the journalist who at least looked ashamed.

“You wanted to date Kagami so I moved on.”

One of the reasons anyway. I found out that you were my partner who had no concept of boundaries. You are a coward who only wants to maintain the class peace at the price of my mental health, she thought.

“Instead of continuing to pursue you.” She hoped the ever dense and oblivious model would get the hint she gave him. Tikki ,just this once, Grant me that ladybug luck.

“And Mme Bustier, it is time to start the lessons, don’t you think? Instead of focusing on the class drama to gossip about later on.” Marinette glared at the teacher, reminding her to do her job.

“Oh. Right.” Mme Bustier tried to regain her ‘perfect teacher’ image after getting embarrassed at being caught, “Right. Class, turn to page-”

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As soon as the bell rang for the end of school, Marinette dragged Chloe all the way to her room. Alix and Nathaniel followed them because as far as they know, Marinette had no boyfriends and they were as curious to find out what scheme Chloe had cooked up this time. They were as complicated and crazy as Ladybug’s. No offense, Marinette.

“Okay, Queenie, you have to explain why I now have a devoted American boyfriend who I am so in love with.” Marinette crossed her arms with a frown aimed at Chloe. The kwamis got out of their respective hiding places and went to the tray of food set out for them.

The trapdoor to her room opened, revealing the rest of their friend group before Chloe said anything.

“Did we miss anything?” Kagami asked as Longg and Sass joined the other kwamis.

“Juleka said something about an American boyfriend and how he sounds so romantic. Does that have to do anything with the text Alix sent us to come here?” Luka added.

“To recap, Adrien made a love confession to Marinette,” Alix started, biting into some of the delicious pastries the Dupain-Chengs gave them, ”in front of the entire class after an entire day of flirting and bad pick-up lines.”

“Wow, even after having his memories erased of being Chat Noir, he is still after Ladybug.” Luka chuckled, with the others joining in.

Marinette whined, “It was easier when he was Chat Noir. But now as Adrien Agreste, teen heartthrob, it is going to be much more difficult to get into his thick head that I don’t see him that way and it is going to get harder, now that Alya outed my old crush to him.”

“Oof. Sucks to be you.”

“So, our Mari-bug rejected him. He threw a tantrum and sulked, so like Chat Noir, how did we not notice?,” Alix continued, “After demanding reasons why they can’t date, Chloe gave Marinette an American boyfriend who she was in a long-distance relationship with. Speaking of, why did you do that?”

“I have known Adrik- Adrien since we were in diapers and I know how that mangy cat works. He grew up on Disney and had all those fairytales stuffed into his head. If you had told him that you were just not interested in dating at the moment, it won’t work because he will try his hardest to ‘woo’ you, because he still has a chance. He won’t push his luck as much if you were off the market.” Chloe explained.

“I am sure that, judging by the fact that Chat Noir still tries to date Ladybug despite her saying she is in love with someone, Adrien might try to get more proof of this boyfriend to make sure Marinette is just not pretending to have one.” Kagami pointed out.

“Ahh, but luckily I have a back-up plan. I have a friend, Tim Drake. We met at a few galas when we were younger and kept in touch. He also owes me a favor.”

“I hope this Tim Drake is cute.”

“He is and he’s older than you by two years and,” Chloe typed something on her phone, “A fellow caffeine addict so you can bond over that. Here’s a picture of him and his brother.”

On her phone were two extremely attractive and fit young men dressed in expensive suits at what looked like a gala, the older one had a charming polite smile with bright blue eyes, looking somewhat interested at what someone off-screen was saying despite looking like he will fall over any moment. His brother, however, looked like he would rather be anywhere but where he was. He was tanned and had green eyes that promised murder for daring to even breathe in his direction. Marinette noticed that he looked a little familiar but she can’t place why.

“Tim is the one that looks like he hasn’t slept in days and that’s his brother Damian next to him.”

“Wait a minute. That’s Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. The sons of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire co-CEO of Wayne Industries, which Tim Drake is also co-CEO of.” Nathaniel said with wide eyes and looked at Chloe, “You are using your favor to give our Mari here a fake boyfriend.”

“Of course, only the best for our Mari-bug.”

“Chloe, no, he is probably busy as he is with running the company. No need to get him involved in petty teenage drama.” No matter how much she doesn’t want to date Adrien, bothering a busy guy to be her fake boyfriend is not worth it in Marinette’s opinion. Which, of course, gets overruled by the overprotectiveness of her friends.

“I, for one, think this is one of Chloe’s better plans.” Kagami commented, the others agreeing with her. Traitors.

“Hey!” Chloe exclaimed, an offended look on her face, “Anyways, I will call him later.”

“Children, you better go home now before your parents worry.” Sabine’s voice came from below, “Remember we are also going through some drills tonight so try not to be late.” Having a former assassin for a mother is handy when you want to train a team of teenage superheroes.

“Bye, guys. See you later.”

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“Just because you have been trained since birth does not excuse you from the drills. You also need to get used to the black cat.” Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ reprimanded her with her arms crossed. When Ladybug started her new team, she was the first permanent member but as the team got bigger, she stepped back to be back-up and mentor for the team.

“Yes, Maman, I know but I am nearly finished with this commission. I will catch up with you later. Promise.” Marinette stretched, looking up from her latest project. Plagg was napping in the little basket she had made for all the kwamis to sleep in which fit all of them and had some extra space for Nooroo and Dusuu after they had been retrieved.

The reason she had Plagg instead of Tikki who was with Alix was because of the new tactic the Miraculous Team came up with. To keep the balance the Ladybug and Black Cat must be active at the same time but with Adrien gone, someone must wield the ring until a new permanent holder is found and it was not a good idea for both of them to be on the same person at the same time. The team decided to rotate using the earrings and ring between them with Marinette using other miraculouses when the others have them. It also had the added bonus of making it harder for Hawkmoth to find out who has them at any given time.

“See you later, 灵儿 (líng er, means intelligence). I will give you 15 minutes but that’s it. Don’t be late.” Sabine sighed and got out the skylight and went towards the safehouse where the Miraculous team met to get training. (It is one of Sabine’s emergency safehouse to use in times of emergency and it had the required space to train 6 teenagers. Chat Noir never came to training, lazy cat.)

Marinette never made it to the warehouse.

Because a few minutes after her mother left, the skylight opened to let in five figures dressed in dark colours to easily blend into the shadows like they were trained to be. Too bad they weren’t as quiet. Marinette immediately summoned a bo-staff to defend herself.

One of them lunged at her and she retaliated by hitting the end of her staff to their middle, coupled with a couple more blows and landed one that knocked them out. The others threw throwing stars which she dodged by jumping back. Which landed her to be trapped by the two assassins, whom she didn’t notice, had moved. She cursed in every language she knew as she struggled against them. It led to no avail as she was badly out-numbered. There was a prick on her head and her world went black.

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Plagg awoke to a loud commotion. Irritated, they poked their head out to see their new temporary kit knocked out, tied up and hauled away. Recognizing the kidnappers as assassins of the League of Shadows, they scowled. Ra’s Al Ghul was going to pay.

Plagg may not act like it much but the black kwami was patient and smart. Smart enough to leave a note with an explanation somewhere visible with the messy aftermath of a fight before trailing the assassins. Oh, Roarr’s tiger was going to be pissed once she found out what happened. Wherever they were taking Marinette, it would be best to have a kwami of destruction to help her escape. The night made Plagg almost invisible and allowed to move unseen. They caught up easily and hid in their holder’s midnight hair. Now, their patience came into play. It was a matter of waiting for the right moment to pounce.

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(Part 4)

#damian x marinette #ml x dc #maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #betrothal au: take 2 #A failed betrothal #Adrien salt #some Alya salt #yes. i put fake dating in betrothal au #plagg is protective of his kittens #kidnapping

[mochegato]

Heroic Deeds

Thanks to @boldlyanxious and @ive-fallen-down-the-rabbithole for the idea

 Marinette was going to kill her roommate.  Because that’s why she was in this situation in the first place, her roommate was too busy to pick up his own damn paperwork.  And she was just too “nice” to say no.  And puppy dog eyes should be illegal.  In fact, that was the next house rule.  No puppy dog eyes.  She has never in her life been able to say no to puppy dog eyes and mean it.  Manon, Etta, Ella, Adrien… no more!  Hence forth they were banned.  It was already a rule with the kwami.  It would just have to be instituted as a rule with humans as well.

But until then, she had to deal with this ridiculousness.  This thief that sounded like he was bored out of his mind, like she was inconveniencing him by being held hostage.  Is it too much to ask for him to be more invested in this than she is?  I mean, she may be the one with the gun pointed at her, but he’s the one that’s pointing it and he’s the one that broke into the office to steal whatever documents he was halfheartedly looking for during the day instead of at night when NOBODY WOULD BE THERE.  

But noooo, this jackass had to do it during the day and at the exact moment when she would be there. Really, what was her luck?  Was this punishment for not wearing Tikki constantly anymore?  She was only supposed to be in this office for a total of a whole ninety seconds. Walk in, grab the documents that were supposed to be ready and waiting for her, and walk out.  But instead she was stuck here critiquing this idiot’s ransacking skills, because that ninety seconds is exactly when this blasé thief decided to strike.  

At least Kate was safe, she huffed to herself.  Kate had been lucky enough to have gone to the backroom for the documents just a few seconds before Idiot Man came in.  Hopefully, she had escaped through the backdoor and had contacted the police already.  Because apparently Kate hadn’t pissed off the kwami of luck like Marinette somehow had.  She and Tikki were going to have a very long, very hissy discussion when she got back home.

And this guy wasn’t. Even.  Paying.  Attention. To.  Her.  The gun was pointed in her general direction, but it was like she was the furthest thing from his mind, like she held the same threat level as a kitten.  But that was his mistake, underestimating her, because this kitten had claws.  God, she’s been hanging out with Adrien too much.  She’s beginning to think like him.  She let out a breath and banged her head against the back of the chair she was sitting in out of frustration and disappointment in herself.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he was ignoring her to focus on his search, but he wasn’t really paying attention to that either.  She would think he was high on something if there were any other signs of it.  No, this just was just bored, like he was wasting time, waiting for the police to show up.  Maybe it’s the ski mask he was wearing that was annoying him.  Who wears a ski mask in the summer?  And… did he just check his phone!  Oh, Hell no!  That was the final straw.

She moved before she could overthink it, sliding over the desk she had moved behind when he came in. She plowed into his chest with both feet, catching him completely off guard and knocking him back into the filing cabinet.  

“Hey, get off me!” he yelled, sounding more affronted than worried.  

She twisted around and kicked the gun out of his hand with one leg, following it up with a punch that would have broken his nose if he hadn’t blocked it with his forearm, redirecting her hit.  She stopped her momentum before breaking her hand on the filing cabinet.  She pulled her arm back instead striking her elbow directly into his cheek.

“What the fuck!” he yelled, holding his cheek and looking up at her like she was crazy.

He reached for his gun, but she kicked his arm and raced for it herself, kicking it under a nearby cabinet. “That was my gun!” he gritted out, rounding on her.  At least he finally looked invested in this.

“I noticed,” she smirked at him, delivering a roundhouse kick to the face.  He dodged at the last second and shoved her leg, changing her momentum and sending her flying toward the edge of the table.  She squeezed her eyes shut as she braced herself for the impact. If she timed this right, she could use the table as a springboard to go back at him.  The table was solidly built from thick, heavy wood and metal.  It had to weigh several hundred pounds.  It would be able to take her weight without moving even a centimeter.  She took a breath to prepare, but the impact was significantly softer than she had anticipated and didn’t give her the bounce back she expected, causing her to end up sprawled on the floor instead of springing back at the thief.  

Before she had even registered what happened, she heard a grunt in front of her and the sound of the table scraping against the floor as it moved.  She looked up to a red helmet looking back at her.  Her eyes flicked down quickly to his chest as if she needed the confirmation the bright red bat there gave her.  He stood up quickly, rubbing his shoulder as he approached her. He knelt down in front of her. “You okay?”  His voice was considerably softer than she would have anticipated from the vigilante considered to be the most dangerous of the bats.

She stared at him for a few seconds, shocked by the tone and to see him there in the first place.  She had been expecting the police not a bat. It was daytime, everyone knew they didn’t come out during the day.  The bat signal didn’t work during the day.  “Miss,” he tried again, his voice taking on a concerned edge.

“Oh!  Yes.  Yeah. I’m fine.”  She nodded rapidly and reached down to rub her leg where the thief had pushed her, more to relieve anxiety than because it actually hurt.  

“You’re hurt.”  It was a comment, not a question.

“It’s okay, really,” she tried to assure him, but he was already up and stalking toward the thief who had started edging toward the door.  Marinette mentally scoffed at his stupidity.  She understood underestimating her, she was an unknown and looked tiny.  But Red Hood was a known entity.  His threat level was well established.  Why on Earth wouldn’t the thief have run as soon as he appeared?

“Hood…” he started nervously, holding up his hands as though trying to placate him.

Whatever other argument he was going to try to make died on his lips as Hood picked him up and threw him through the large, plate glass, front window.  He stood at the window for a few seconds, watching the thief run away. Satisfied with what he saw, he turned back to her.  “How badly are you hurt?”  He approached her slowly.  He rolled his shoulder a few times, almost imperceptibly.  If she hadn’t been familiar with trying to hide an injury, she might have missed it.

Marinette smiled at him.  “I’m not. Are you?  Did I hurt your shoulder when I slammed into you?”

“Are you sure?”  He stopped a respectable distance from her.  He seemed to eye her leg suspiciously, but backed off questioning it. “I mean emotionally too.  An incident like that can be stressful for some people.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Please, that wasn’t stressful.  That was annoying.  And you didn’t answer my question.  How is your shoulder?”

Red Hood paused for a few seconds watching her.  “It’s fine.  You weren’t afraid?”

Marinette scoffed.  “No. The most stressful part of this is I’m supposed to be picking up some important documents for my roommate and I don’t know if I’m going to be able to get them now.”

“If you didn’t feel afraid of what he would do, why did you attack him?  You could have provoked him into doing something he wasn’t going to do before,” he gently chided her.

Marinette let out an annoyed sigh.  “You sound like my roommate.”

“Sounds like a wise man. Why didn't you listen?” He cocked his head to the side.

She mumbled something into her feet, not making eye contact with him.

He arched his head closer to her.  “What was that?”  She mumbled something again, slightly louder this time, but still not loud enough for him to understand what she said.  “What?”

“Because he pissed me off.  Okay?” she finally yelled in exasperation.

“What did he do to piss you off?” he asked carefully, because if the guy did anything to hurt her, he was going to hunt the asshole down and kill him.

“He was bored,” she growled.  “He was holding me at gunpoint and acting like I was the one that forced him into the situation and it pissed me off, okay.  I mean the audacity!” Red Hood fought laughing at the adorable scrunched up face she made as she talked.  She waved her arms around agitatedly as she spoke.  “You don't want to be here?  Newsflash, asshole!  Neither do I! I mean, if you’re going to threaten me, put some effort into it, you know?  Am I not worth the effort?”

“You are.” Red Hood answered instantly.  “I mean, you seem like you are… from what I can tell.”

“It’s just disrespectful,” she groused, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting as she leaned against the table.

“Extremely,” he agreed absently, staring at her pouting lips.  “Lucky for you though.  Seems like he underestimated you.  I don’t even think you needed this knight in shining leather to rescue you.”

She huffed out a laugh.  “I already have a knight in shining leather.  Two, actually, if you count my roommate, which I do.  I don’t really need another.”

He motioned like he wanted to take his helmet off but stopped himself.  He positioned his arm on the table she was leaning on, supporting his weight as he leaned closer to her.  “But are they heroes?”  

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.  “I mean… to me,” she added quickly.  She didn’t need anyone making any kind of a connection between her and Chat.

He seemed to contemplate her for a moment before responding.  “You must be quite something to have so many knights willing to fight for you.  But, maybe you can use another, after all they’re not here right now and I am.  I can be your knight in shining Kevlar instead.”

She chuckled, looking down shyly.  When she looked back up, it was through her eyelashes.  “Yes, you are here and during the day too,” she smirked at him.  “I didn’t think you guys could come out during the day.  I thought sun repelled you.”

“You’re thinking of vampires.”

She pretended to study him carefully.  “So you’re stating for the official record that you are not, in fact, vampires then?  Just regular bats.  Interesting.” She looked away nodding as if in thought.  “I’ll have to let my friend know you’re refuting that theory.  She runs a superhero blog.  The vampire Bats theory is one of the more popular posts.”

He chuckled and she could hear the smile through his words. “We aren’t.  Well, I’m not.  Can’t vouch for Robin though.  He’s definitely some kind of cryptid.”

Her face was starting to hurt from trying to contain her smile. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him.  “Although… you could be lying.  After all, you are entirely covered right now… in the middle of the day… in the summer. That’s a lot of leather for a hot day. It kind of looks like you’re hiding from the sun.”  She shrugged her shoulders innocently.

Red Hood stared at her a few more seconds and she was cursing the helmet for an entirely different reason than she usually did.  Right now she was dying to know what kind of face he was making.  Was he smirking?  Was he frowning?  Was he blushing?  Did she make Red Hood blush!  Was he enjoying the interaction or was she annoying him?  He moved over to the window he had thrown the thief through earlier and stopped a few feet from it.  He pulled up his sleeve to reveal his forearm and exposed it to the sun.  “Happy?”

Marinette looked at his forearm for a few seconds, struck by the muscles that were so defined even in his forearms.  The things that man could probably do with his hands… She walked closer and started to reach out to touch his forearm only to snap her hand back at the last second.  Her cheeks blazed brightly.  She cleared her throat lightly.  “For now,” she nodded as casually as she could manage, looking everywhere but his eyes.

“Don’t feel shy, P… rincess,” he smirked at her. “Feel free to feel freely.”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest, as much to stop herself from reaching out to touch him as embarrassment. “Probably not a good idea to go around groping people you don’t know so….”

“So,” he started quietly, moving closer to her, “you’re saying you want to get to know me better and then you’ll grope me.” He quirked his head to the side as he took another step closer.  “How well do we have to know each other for that?  ‘Cuz, I’d let you do it now, so it’s all up to you.”

Marinette’s cheeks blazed a deep red.  She looked away to collect herself.  While this was fun and Red Hood’s body should be as illegal as his actions, she wasn’t looking to be another notch for him and considering the speed he was moving with someone he just met a few seconds ago, that’s all she would be.  She took a breath and looked back up at him.  “I’m saying… I should find the papers I was sent here for and get them back to my roommate.”

“Let me walk you home.  Make sure the guy doesn’t come back.  I can check the security of your place too to make sure you’re safe,” he offered in a tone that sounded sincere.

“Okay,” she nodded.

“Okay?”  He sounded surprised at her answer.  Most women must not say yes to him, which frankly she had a really hard time believing.

“To the walk, not the apartment check,” she corrected him firmly.  “My apartment is safe.”

“Are you sure?  I can…”

“My roommate made sure it’s safe and I trust my roommate more than I trust you,” she cut him off.  “No offense.”

Red Hood was silent for a few seconds before nodding.  “Okay.”

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Marinette laid down on the couch for a while after getting home replaying the events in her head. No matter how many times she ran through them, they still didn’t make any sense.  The thief didn’t make sense.  Red Hood being there during the day didn’t make sense.  And Red Hood hitting on her… didn’t not make sense, but it definitely dampened the crush she had on him.  

After a little while, her stomach reminded her she had planned to pick up something to eat after picking up the paperwork, which means she hadn’t eaten since the croissant she had at breakfast and it was now dinnertime.  She let out a groan and forced herself up off the couch.  Maybe chopping some vegetables would make her feel better anyway.

She had already started sautéing the onions when the puppy dog eyed man himself finally made it home.  “That smells great, Mari.  Were you able to get the paperwork?”

Marinette blinked at him a few times before narrowing her eyes and pointing the knife she was holding at him.  “You’re not allowed to do puppy dog eyes anymore!”

“What?  Why?  I mean… I don’t… do that,” he trailed off quietly at the glare she was sending him.

“Yes, you do,” she glowered and went back to cutting vegetables for dinner a little more forcefully than she had originally.

“So what happened that was so bad?” he asked carefully.  He moved to sit on the counter, but made sure to keep a fair distance between him and Marinette, or more specifically, her knife.

“The office got robbed!” she exclaimed loudly, waving the knife wildly.  “While I was in it!”

He jumped down off the counter and ran to her.  He grabbed her shoulders and looked her over carefully for any signs of injury.  “Mari!  Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Marinette scoffed.  “No.  I just started trying to take him down when Red Hood interrupted.”

“Red Hood, huh?”  He waggled his eyebrows at her.

“Yes, Red Hood,” she rolled her eyes.  “Shut up.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly and took the knife from her hand first.  Once he was fairly safe from getting stabbed, accidentally or on purpose, he continued.  “Did you flirt with him?”

“What?” Her cheeks flared brightly.  What the hell!  Why was he asking her that?  That was not a conversation she wanted to have.  It was hard enough to have normal conversations with him and his tight shirts and charming smile and piercing eyes, but him encouraging her to flirt with other people was really not a conversation she wanted to have.

“Well you… you like him, right?  You said he was your favorite and he was a dilf, even though I’m pretty sure he doesn’t have any kids,” he said nonchalantly as he swirled the onions in the pan.

“Yeah, because he could be my daddy,” Marinette muttered to herself, but apparently not as quietly as she thought she did, judging by the choking sounds next to her.

“What!”

“What?”  The smug smirk making its way across his face told her that her denial didn’t come across as innocently as she had hoped.  “Shut up, Jason.”

“So he made a good impression then?” He asked somewhat awkwardly, which was bizarre for him. “You might even want to see him again?”

She smacked him in the shoulder pausing when he flinched heavily.  She stared at him, studying him closely.  That was where Red Hood had been nursing earlier.  Red Hood, who has the same dimensions as Jason.  Red Hood, who had a still healing cut on his forearm in the exact same spot as the one Jason mysteriously showed up with a few days ago.  Red Hood, who knew her roommate was a he.  Red Hood, who reminded her so much of Jason, which is why she liked him so much in the first place.  Red Hood, who was definitely flirting with her as he rescued her while she was the only one… in Jason’s aunt’s office… after saving her from someone who, thinking back, had the same dimensions and eye color as Roy…

“Oh he made an impression,” she said absentmindedly, still staring at his shoulder.

“A… um, a good one?  He did save you, right?  Heroic deeds and all?  Women love a hero,” Jason added casually.

Marinette stared at him for a few seconds, letting the pieces settle into place.  Finally, her eyes widened in realization.  “You set it up…”

Jason’s face went blank. “I… What?”

“You set it up,” Marinette repeated with more confidence.  “You… Why?”

“What are you talking about?” Jason tried desperately.

She punched him hard in the shoulder.  “Jesus! Fuck, Pixie.  That hurt.” Jason cried out as he rubbed his aching shoulder.

“Good!  What the fuck?  Why would you do that?  Were you trying to scare me?”

“No!  I was… Because… because you liked Red Hood.  I wanted you to meet him,” he said defensively.  He looked away and took a breath.  When he looked back, his voice was quieter, shakier. “You wanted Red Hood and… and I wanted you so…”

“You know, you could have just, I don’t know, popped up on the roof when I was there or showed up when I was walking home.  You didn’t have to stage a robbery!  Think about all that damage Kate has to deal with now!”

“She was remodeling anyway. She needed to demo the entire office so… two birds, you know?”  He shrugged a little too casually to be casual and flipped the onions again.

“And one bat.” He rolled his eyes at her.  “Or you could have just… said something”

“You weren’t interested in me.  You were interested in Red Hood.”

Marinette let out a long sigh.  “I was interested in Red Hood because he reminded me of you.”

His eyes widened in realization.  “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.  And liking him seemed less emotionally damaging than destroying my relationship with you by flirting.”

“You thought I wasn’t interested?”  He looked at her incredulously.  She looked down at her feet, shuffling them awkwardly, refusing to make eye contact, almost like she was afraid of what he was going to say.  He couldn’t allow that to continue.  He turned off the stove and walked up to her slowly, careful not to scare her, just like Red Hood had earlier that day.  He gently cupped her face, softly enough that she could pull away if she wanted to.  He stroked her cheeks tenderly.  

When he finally spoke up again, his voice was loving and reverent.  “Pix, I’m head over heels.  I don’t think you even… no, I know you don’t know how much or you wouldn’t question why I tried talking to you as Red Hood instead.  I love you, Pix.  I love your heart and your humor and your sass and your passion… and your face.  I love that too.  

“And God, your smiles. I love your smile when you’re happy, which is different than your smile when you beat me at UMS, which is different than your smile when you see a little kitten, which is different than your smile when you’re thinking about home, which is different than your smile after you’ve completed a commission, which is different than your smile when I make an amazing joke that you hate.  I love them all and I just want to see any of them, all of them, every day.”

He didn’t realize how close he had gotten to Marinette’s face until he realized the gasp she let out sounded like it was right next to him.  She laid her hands over his wrists.  “Jason…”

“And I really hope I didn’t…”

“Jason!” she interrupted. He looked at her wide eyed.  She smiled reassuringly at him.  “Can I kiss you?”

“Oh God, Pixie, you can’t imagine how happy that would make me,” he smiled down at her, lowering himself so his lips were close enough for her to reach.

She grinned back up at him as she pushed herself up, her lips a few millimeters from his.  “Oh, I think I have an idea,” she whispered before closing the distance.

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