#Cat Peeing Counter

[radmista]

Maybe don't let your animal that steps in it's own feces dirt on the same table that you're preparing food?

[13curses]

𐔌 cockwarming toji after a horror movie scares you ! mdni

𝔀arning. fem!reader, age gap, comfort n sillies except for p in v <3 wc. 1,625 ⟢

you promised your new boyfriend toji you'd be just fine if you guys were to watch a horror movie. a borderline dumb, pig's blood type of slasher would've been just fine, except a psychological found footage horror has piqued your interest. toji claims if you were a cat, curiousity would kill you.

and it does bite you in the ass at three o’clock when you find yourself shifting, having to pee enough for it to wake you up. except . . your silly mind decides to flash images from the movie, hell, your dazed state convinces you that if you're to grab your phone and unlock it, your lockscreen will be from the movie.

your heart quickly begins to palpate and you dare not open your eyes, instead you curl up like the aforementioned kitten toji compared you to. speaking of toji, you've stopped cuddling a couple of hours ago, and as far as you know from the pitch black scenario, you're facing away from one another.

it's fine, it's cool, it's a hot night in the midst of spring and sometimes not glueing to each other is for the best when it comes to comfort. not this time, though.

“toji..?” you mumble.

no response. deep slumber. you hear his soft snorts, you even get petrified when they're delayed after one another.

“toji..” you call out again, voice in a higher pitch, more desperate. you turn to face his back—eyes still shut—and reach out to tap at his chiseled, uncovered back.

you whimper, and like a sleeper agent, toji grunts himself awake, head turning left-n-right, confused.

“mmwhat? what?” he grumbles, chest roaring as he shifts to face you.

he reaches out, and you’re glad he takes the initiative to move closer ‘cause you hold onto his arm for dear life, bringing it to your neck like a scarf. his biceps are adamantine even when he’s not flexing them. his calloused hand, immediately cupping your head, is kind.

“bad dream?” he asks in a suspicious tone with a bit of a told ya so meaning. you hook your hands over his muscles, humming.

“not exactly.” you huff shakily. “i have to pee . .”

toji gnaws at his own saliva, voice hoarse from awakening at dawn. “you panicked ‘cause ya have to pee?”

“no, stupid!” you exclaim, a cartoony wobble in your defensive voice. “i can’t go alone . .”

toji scoffs through his nose, hot breath fanning your face. he attempts taking his arm from you to sit up, but the inevitable force of you not letting go causes him to readjust his movement: he wraps both arms around you, unfolding your curled up state, and easily brings you upwards.

“let’s get you potty-trained, then.”

“you’re horrible.” you mumble, yet as soon as you’re scooped from the messy sheets, you vine your limbs around your boyfriend and bore your nose into his shoulder.

“sure . . shit, your heart’s ‘boutta pop out, sweet thing.”

throughout your trip to the bathroom, toji tells you he wasn’t affected by the horrors at all; he kept in mind that it was all acted out, scripted fiction. in fact, there were probably many bloopers and costume-design mishaps when it came to the part that frightened you the most.

waiting for you to finish, he leans against the counter, scratching his ribs, licking the scar across his lips. you apologise for lying about being fine with the genre and he says he doubts it counts as a lie as he pats your head, placing a lazy kiss in your hair.

when you’re carried back to bed, you intertwine to cuddle.

“you gonna be fine, doll?”

“yeah. you’re . . okay with snuggling, right? i know it’s a bit hot for it.”

“heh. you were not this concerned about clinging ‘ta me when we were just fooling around.”

you sigh, defeated, ear pressed against toji’s chest, listening to his much calmer pulse—trying to synchronise your own heartbeat with it.

“hey, now. you’re scared. i get it. if anyone or anything did come out of the screen to haunt you-”

you nestle impossibly closer at just the idea of that.

“. . which is not happening.” he articulates distinctly. “regardless, i would beat the fuck out of them, even in my sleep.”

you hum in understanding, feeling much more content with his raspy voice talking you out of it. “please stay close all night.”

toji nuzzles your side, trimmed nails soothing your skin. it’s silent for a second.

“wanna make sure i do?”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering in question.

“how? do we wear handcuffs, or?”

toji snorts, humoured, and you smile at the reaction you gain. “no. you’d rip me off the bed with the way you can toss around, sweets. i’m thinkin’ about being inside you.”

oh.

“you mean cockwarming?”

“if it needs a name, sure.”

you give it some thought, seconds pass by, and soon toji’s limbs feel heavier around you, meaning he will fall asleep in a blink if you don’t respond now.

“yes. okay.”

“attagirl.”

the sound of sheets ruffling fills the room as toji leisurely gets rid of his sweatpants and you roll down your panties. “lemme prep you, okay?”

you nod definitively—his massive hands meet your thighs that fit his grip like perfect handles. you hook a leg over his waist so he has more access. he continues palming one thigh of yours, other hand hovering over your chest to meet your nipple under his your tee.

you wince at his touch, buckling your crotch onto his abs. a kiss is placed on your forehead, then between your brows, nose, and you lift your chin when you comprehend that he wants to make out. tasting one another’s sugary lips softly, you claw at his chest dully, heaving delicately.

“can i help you, too?”

toji bites your plush lip slowly before answering, “your reactions are enough to get me going, baby. but if you wanna touch, ‘m all yours, yeah?”

“yeah.” you agree instantly. he finds your eagerness adorable.

as you wander down his torso, fingertips appreciating the way he’s carved, his touch between your lega travels to your core, too. he’s truthful—your little whines and so were enough to get him semi-hard. his large cock curves into your small hold impressively. it makes your breath hitch.

“it doesn’t bite.” he teases.

“it can be mean, though.”

true, his stupidly colossal dick has proved itself to be a menace to your cervix a number of times, but right now, its intentions are not entirely carnal. your comfort device will be oh-so-filling and lovely.

you form a fist around his girth. he lets go of your thigh and brings his index fingers to your mouth, “lick them for me.”

you oblige, pink tongue glossing his digits, even attaching your lips onto them. your teeth graze him as he removes his fingers, you’d keep on sucking if you didn’t know the purpose of getting them wet.

toji brings his hand down to seperate your semi-slick folds, tips lightly pressing against your pearly nub, welcoming it in a circular motion. you pant out in pleasure, fist tightening around his cock as you stimulate him so you have him inside you as soon as possible.

his thumb is pushed against your crotch as he cups your cunt, murmuring in satisfaction at your warmth. “you feel relaxed, little one?”

“yes.”

he moans harshly at the way your thumb crease brushes his mushroom tip. you grind onto him again, and shortly after, your flowing arousal makes a squelching noise below toji’s rubs. it’s all so sensual, you almost wish you didn’t have to end the foreplay.

however, when toji reaches down to take his cock from your clutch, positioning himself between your shorter self, the mere surface of his crown lets you know just how good, how fulfilled you’re about to be.

once in position, he grabs your hips—both of your eyes fixated on the contact happening—to help himself sink, sink, sink into your irreplaceable, gooey hole. he grits his teeth behind ajar lips, and as collected as he is, you’re not with your perfect little 0 shaped mouth.

“biiig stretch, fuck-that’s it.”

(you can tell he’s having a hard time refraining from thrusting into you beyond that.)

“oh…” you exhale, feeling compensated. there’s an itch that penetration scratches, especially when it comes to your boyfriend and his glove-fitting size. not having him move or explore your sweet spot is a bit weird for now, though, and your petal-like walls promptly clamp down on him, your body adjusting to the state of being still.

he hisses, “don’t jinx it.”

your eyes open wide and you beg his pardon, “jinx it?! i can’t loosen it. how about you go more limp?”

he looks you dead in the eye, trying hard to keep focused. he looks so serious to the naked eye, it makes you want to laugh, but that would have you squeezing him tighter, so you bring your hand to your mouth to bite your knuckles, pausing your breath.

toji rolls on his back, flipping you onto his chest as you remain smiling. your pooling wetness guarantees him a ludicrous feeling of warmth, and in return, his rock hardness fills you up deliciously.

you lay your head sideways on his chest, fingers sweetly scraping his side as you’re getting used to the sensation.

“you’re so fuckin’ cute.”

you scoff, relaxing as he gifts you by running his fingers through your hair, caressing your scalp. “you’re so handsome, toji.”

he leans down to kiss you, once long, then just a peck for a good night’s sake.

“good night, pretty baby.”

“good night, toji.”

. . .

“shit. we didn’t check under the bed for monsters.” he taunts.

you squeeze.

[betweensnoopy]

roommate!hamzah

summary: hamzah is the worst roommate ever!

warnings: nsfw! hamzah being a munch frl

roommate!hamzah is such an asshole now that you’ve been living with him for the past six months—the first two months were so great. before this whole thing, hamzah was contributing to cleaning the house, changing the cats litter, even brining you food. now all he does is record videos, eat, play games, and invite girls over just to ghost them a week later.

last week the sink was filled with dishes. cups, plates, bowls, mugs—you name it. and the best part is… they’re barely yours! you’ve been at work and taking double shifts for the extra money while hamzah stayed at home with the cats and doing whatever.

you unlocked the front door to your shared home with your annoying roommate already hearing his loud video game playing in the living room. setting your purse and keys down—you notice the pile of dishes in the sink, once again (mind you, you washed the dishes this morning). ‘oh my fucki- hamzah!’ you groan and roll your eyes. the man groans, already annoyed at you, and walks into the kitchen.

messy curls, has on the same shirt from yesterday, and those black glasses that always makes him look attractive no matter what he looks like.

your eyes look at the dishes, then at hamzah, back at the dishes and then back at hamzah. ‘how did all these dishes get in sink when i washed the dishes literally this morning?’ you smack your lips and walk pass hamzah, slightly bumping his shoulder.

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, leaning on the kitchen counter—hamzah shrugs his shoulders. ‘i don’t know. all i did was make breakfast this morning.’ he yawns. breakfast? so he’s telling you that making breakfast requires a fucking lemon squeezer? oh my gosh what are you gonna do with him?

you stare at hamzah, trying not to cuss a grown man out for acting like a damn 10 year old. ‘can you just clean it please? i told you i have a special friend coming over and i would appreciate it if you cleaned up after yourself.’ you plead, hoping for once—hamzah would do the dishes. hamzah scoffs and walks back over to the couch and plopped his ass right on it and picked up his controller.

‘no. if it’s so important to you and bothering you.. you clean it, y/n.’

it took you everything in your power not to throw your purse at him and strangle him with the strap. you groan and storm to your room ‘your such a fucking asshole!’ you yelled and slam your door. let’s just say that special friend didn’t come over that night..

hamzah grinned to himself as he watched you run your mouth and slam your door, successfully getting on your nerves. that was his goal, it turned him on. you getting mad at him and cussing him out made his cock twitch in his sweatpants. sometimes you things like this happen, he sneaks to his room and quietly (not really) stroke his cock, even pulling up a picture from your instagram—making him cum all over his phone, such a fucking pervert.

-

recently, you’ve been talking to this guy who works with you and he has all the things you look for in a guy. sweet personality, caring, intelligent, and.. cleans after himself! and a few days ago he asked you on a date that today.

you finish the last curl in your hair and set the curling iron off. you reapply some more lip gloss and check yourself out in the mirror. it’s been a while since you’ve been on a date so you picked a dress that hugged your curves in all the right places.

bang! bang! bang!

‘y/n! hurry up, i need to pee!’ hamzah yells outside the bathroom door.

you roll your eyes and finish checking yourself out before opening the door, being face to face with hamzah. his whole demeanor changed, going from annoyed and pissed off to caught off guard.

hamzah has never seen you this dressed up before—i mean he’s seen you in a dress before but not one that makes his dick twitch..

‘whoa, where we going..?’ the man looks at you up and down and watch you as you leave the bathroom, following you to your room—his eyes never leaving your figure. you pick up your shoes and favorite purse before answering his question.

you chuckle ‘we aren’t going anywhere, not that it’s any of your business but im going on a date tonight.’ you smile and turn the lights out before leaving your room. date? who would be brave enough to ask you on a date? hamzah scoffs and fold his arms across his chest.

‘oh really? and who is this guy?’ hamzah mumbles, a hint of jealousy in his tone. you smile at hamzah and ignore his question, sliding on some slippers and grabbing your car keys. ‘are you not gonna answer my question?’ hamzah asks, eyes locked on your ass.

‘make sure you replace the cat litter, I don’t need our house smelling like cat shit.’ you say as your walking out the door. hamzah sigh and rubs eyes, not even wanting to look down, knowing there’s a raging hard on looking right at him back.

-

you return home with a disappointed face, heels are off, hair is in a claw clip, and the cat litter is STILL not replaced. you walk in the living room and see hamzah, just sitting in the couch—literally doing nothing. he looks up at you ‘hey, uh.. how’d your date go?’ he asks softly,

you sigh and sit beside him, leaving very little room. ‘it fucking sucked.’

oh.. that wasn’t the answer he was thinking of

hamzah looks at you, at your lips then your face. god damn.. he never realized how pretty you are. ‘the guy was so fucking disrespectful and definitely doesn’t know how to talk to a girl, and the best thing is.. he left me! he ditched me, saying he was going to bathroom… yeah right.’ you ramble, not even noticing you haven’t given hamzah a chance to talk.

he was speechless, how does a guy ditch a girl like you? mind you this man is still going crazy on how he can hate you one day and want to fuck you the next day.

you sigh and look down, fidget with your nails. ‘how come a guy never wants to be with me? i try to be perfect for someone and then they turn around and treat me like shit.’ you sadly mumble. hamzah stared at you while you be in your sad mood.

‘how about i make your night better..?’ hamzah says out of nowhere. you give hamzah a confused look and lightly scoff ‘and how will you do that? finally clean the house?’ you roll eyes. hamzah never did anything to make you happy, it felt like he was literally there just to make your life more miserable.

‘no, i wanna eat your pussy...’

excuse me? your head quickly turn towards hamzah, your eyes wide—surprised by the words that just came out his mouth. hamzah looks at you with a straight face, serious about his request.

you exhale and clear your throat, you don’t know what to say. let’s look at it this way, your messy but very attractive roommate just asked to eat you out, you haven’t sex or anything in months. you were desperate, what else would you do?

‘it’s fine if you say n-’ ‘no no no, you.. you can do it.. just fuck.. don’t tell anyone this happened’ you sighed

hamzah smirks and pulls you closer to him, like you weren’t close to him already. he grabs your hips and sits you on his lap, yours legs on each side of him. he leans in to kiss your neck, your breath hitching each lick, kiss, and nibble hamzah does on your neck. hamzah slowly lays you down on the couch, mouth staying on your neck, creating a dark hickey, marking you for everyone to see.

hamzah moves down to your thighs, pushing your dress up for full access. he planted kisses up and down both of your thighs, teasing you, what an asshole. growing impatient, you slightly groan ‘hamzah, get to it already..’ you say breathlessly. hamzah moves from your neck, a shitty grin on his face. ‘i wanted to take it slow.. but if you insist.’ hamzah removes your wet panties off of you and throws them carelessly to the side.

‘damn, you’re this wet just by me kissing you?’ he teases you. you look down at him with pleading eyes, a small moan coming out of your mouth. you and hamzah maintain eye contact as he gathers the wetness between your legs, sucking them off with a smile. hamzahs head lowers between your legs, your cunt is aching at this point. you feel his warm tongue, gasping at the contact, you mouth makes an ‘o’ shape as hamzah puts his tongue to work.

hamzah’s mouth sucked at your clit, earning a soft squeal out of your mouth. your hand moves to hamzah’s head—fingers softly gripping you blonde tips. wet, loud, and moans fill the living room, fuck, you hope blue and red aren’t in here.

without even noticing, you grind your hips against hamzah’s mouth, trying to get more but hamzah instantly shuts it down. he takes his mouth off of you and looks up at you. ‘stay still or i’m stopping.’ he snarls.

you let out a soft whimper as a response. hamzah goes down again.

you grab the closet pillow next to you and let out a muffled moan. god damn, when did this man learn how to eat pussy this good? hamzah never seemed like the type to actually give a girl pleasure, it felt like he was one of those guys who only cared about themselves cumming. you wrap your legs around hamzah’s neck and you feel his hands rub up and down your sides, you can hear his muffled moans and groans, sending vibrations through out your body.

His tongues goes deeper inside you, basically tongue-fucking you, making you see stars. swirling his tongue around and licking ways you didn’t even know was possible.

‘hamzah.. fuck..’ you moan, removing the pillow so he could hear your moans, and he did. his cock got harder the moment he heard you moan his name. you grip his blonde curls as you feel a knot in your stomach. ‘hamzah, baby.. im gonna cum..’

the knot in your abdomen tightens and your eyes close as hamzah fucks you with his tongue, going in and out. not even 2 minutes later, you explode, feeling your orgasm wash over you, cumming with a loud cry. hamzah doesn’t get off just yet, he’s making sure he gets very single drop, he’s been dreaming of his moment and now that he’s got it, he’s making sure he gets everything.

the man rises up with a smirk on his face, mouth glistening with your cum and some spit. he uses the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. your eyes flutter open to see him. hair is messy, eyes are low, and he’s rock hard..

you look down at the bulge in his pants and then into his eyes. ‘you want me to help you with that?’ you say, voice slight hoarse from all the loud moaning you just did. hamzah rises an eyebrow and looks down.

‘don’t worry about me. tonight was all about you.’ he grinned.

sigh.. you really hope he doesn’t tell anyone about this..

hi guys! so.. this is my first time EVER writing smut, um I hope I did okay because omg lmao. you hope you guys liked this, it’s pretty long but oh well. and also thank you for 200 likes on my last post!!! that means sooo much to me! love you guys, bye!

-reneé

[harrywavycurly]

Worth The Fight: Welcome Home

Masterlist: Here

CW: Pregnancy stuff, hospital visit (labor and delivery unit to be specific), moments of anxiety, minor language

A/N: This one was fun and a little sad to write because these two have come so far🥹 but I hope you enjoy and the next chapter is the last one and it’s a tiny time jump, thank you for all the love on this series it’s been a wild ride!💖

Word Count: 4.5K

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Summary: Paris once again isn’t sure about Harry when you two bring home the twins✨

Harry feels extremely out of his element as he stares at the empty duffle bag on the bed, he’s packed for trips before and he’s even packed for a few world tours but something about packing a bag to take to the hospital to welcome the twins into the world just seems too overwhelming leaving him unable to figure out where to even begin. He runs a hand over his face and lets out a sigh as his eyes glance over to your side of the bed, his brows furrow when he notices it’s empty. The only evidence you were even there at one point in time being your water bottle on the nightstand and a half eaten rice cake on a napkin.

Now he may not be the most observant person on the planet all the time but Harry is sure he would’ve noticed you, his extremely pregnant girlfriend, waddle out of the room after rolling yourself off the bed, where you were just at reading your newest library book. This one being about some cowboy doing everything under the sun but actual cowboying, too busy being enthralled with the new ranch owner’s wife a book Harry found quite scandalous when you read him the synopsis the other day. So the quickening of his pulse is justified when he looks behind him and notices the bathroom is also empty, he is out of the bedroom and rushing down the hall with the fact that your apartment is only so big being the only thing keeping his anxiety under control.

“Paris I think he’s hiding things from me.” Harry’s ears perk up at the sound of your voice coming from the kitchen.

“Oh thank god.” He says with a sigh as he walks into the kitchen making you let out a squeal and place your hand over your heart while Paris quickly jumps from the counter down to the floor and stands in front of your feet.

“Harry what the hell?” You snap at him as you try to get your breathing under control, he watches you make a pouting face as your hands move to the side of your extremely large bump. “God you almost made me pee my pants you jerk.” You mumble as Harry walks over but is stopped when Paris sits down right in front of you blocking him from getting as close to you as he wants.

“I’m sorry love I just didn’t know where you were and got worried.” He informs you making you roll your eyes as you rub your tummy over your t shirt. “I see he’s back to standing guard?” Harry asks as he looks down at your orange cat who is already looking up at him with what Harry swears is a glare.

“I don’t know? Is he? I can’t see my feet.” You say with a huff making Harry let out a chuckle as he reaches his hands out and places them on your belly.

“He looks like he wants to chew my ankle off.”

“That’s because he knows I’m mad at you.”

“Mad at me?” Harry raises a brow as he continues to rub your belly. “Why are you mad at me now love?” He asks with a small smirk because lately you’ve been upset with him over very minor things such as making you drink so much water you have to use the bathroom every ten minutes or not letting you walk down to the lobby to check the mailbox saying it’s too far to go alone.

“You’re hiding snacks from me.” You say with a pout making Harry have to concentrate on not laughing at how cute you look when you’re in one of your moods. “I want my veggie sticks and I can’t find them.”

“The ranch flavored ones?” You nod your head and Harry lets out a sigh as he takes your hands and gives them a squeeze, you look at him a little oddly because it’s like he’s bracing you for horrible news but then he says it, the one thing that actually makes you feel like you’re going to cry. “You finished them yesterday during your Golden Girls marathon.”

“Oh.” Harry feels like he’s a professional at avoiding your breakdowns at this point in your pregnancy so without missing a beat he is cupping the sides of your face and running his thumbs over your cheeks.

“But I can have some delivered.” He watches your whole face light up as his words his your ears, he gives you a smile as he leans over Paris at your feet and your belly so he can place a little peck to your lips. “Come lay down for a bit while I get it sorted yeah?” You just nod and let harry guide you back to the bedroom.

“What the hell is that?” Harry rubs at the back of his neck as you get comfortable in bed, Paris curled up at your side while you stare at the empty duffle bag on Harry’s side of the bed.

“Uh it’s my hospital bag I just need to add a few things to it.”

“A few things? Harry it’s empty.”

“I know.”

“We leave for the hospital in two days.”

“I know.”

“And…it’s empty.”

“Well yes but that’s because I just uh haven’t-”

“You don’t know what to pack do you?” You ask in an unusually sweet tone making Harry look at you with a raised brow, only a little skeptical at your sudden mood change. “I’ll help you.” You tell him as you hold your hand out and wiggle your fingers. “Gimme the list of weird shit you think you need and I’ll tell you what to actually pack.” You let out a giggle at the way Harry lets out a sigh of defeat as he reaches for the notepad on his nightstand that indeed has a list of all the things he thinks he needs to shove into his hospital bag.

“You’re only doing this because I’m ordering you snacks.” He huffs as he hands you the list making you smile as you look it over.

“No I’m doing this because I love you.” Harry stares at you as your eyes scan his embarrassingly long list. “But also yes because you’re ordering me snacks.”

“I love you too.” You look over at him just in time to watch the smile grow on his face as his eyes travel down to your belly. “Now tell me what I need so this duffle bag is no longer a source of anxiety.”

“You have your jewelry box on here? Why would you need your jewelry in the hospital?”

“I-don’t know? Clearly I was just putting things down that I normally travel with.”

“Let’s start with some comfortable clothes-oh don’t forget your daddy sweatshirt.”

“Are you bringing your mommy one?”

“Duh.” You don’t even look up as you answer, your eyes still scanning the ridiculous list making Harry chuckle as he turns and walks into the closet to grab a few t shirts and his new favorite sweatshirt.

“What else?” He asks as he tosses the shirts into the bag and places his hands on his hips. “What should I wear to bring you all home in? Do I need to wear something special or just keep it casual?”

“I mean you can’t look a mess taking us home we can’t have you embarrassing us.” He knows you’re teasing him but he doesn’t care, he just stands and waits for you to give him a real answer because he knows you’re aware of how his mind works and how this may seem silly to other people but to him it’s something he really is worried about. So after taking a moment to think it over he watches you purse your lips and then rub them together before turning to look at him. “Maybe some jeans and your sweatshirt? Or is that too casual for you?” He takes a beat to think about your suggestion, looking at his duffle bag that already has a pair jeans in it.

“Yeah that would be good and you could wear your mommy one and we will all match? Or is that too lame?”

“Lame? Nothing the Styles family does will ever be lame.” Harry grins as you say the word family so casually, something he’s been referring to the four or five of you, if he includes Paris, as for the last few months.

“I’m sure they’ll think we are plenty lame when they’re teenagers.”

“We? You mean they’ll think you’re lame. I’m their mother they will always think I’m cool.”

“Oh and they wont think I’m cool? Baby I’m literally famous and-”

“Popular?” You have a playful smirk on your face that makes Harry roll his eyes but the smile doesn’t leave his face.

“Exactly.”

You wiggle back onto the bed, getting as comfortable as you can while hooked up to an I.V and a heart monitor as Harry chews on his bottom lip from his chair directly next to the bed. You can feel his nerves radiating off of him as he places his hands on his knees that are bouncing up and down causing a slight jingle noise from his shoelaces hitting the top of his shoes with each bounce of his foot. When you lay your head back on the pillow you let out a small, faint groan that has Harry’s eyes snapping to you as he rises out of his seat so he can place his hands on the top of your thigh, softly gripping it over the blanket that a nurse tossed over them before she left to get Dr. Andrews.

“What’s wrong? Are you in pain? I can call-”

“I’m fine.” You reassure him with a smile but Harry isn’t buying it.

“You’re not fine you’re about to deliver not one but two babies in the next few hours and you groaned-and it wasn’t a groan of pleasure it was one of pain.” You roll your eyes as he reaches behind your head and fluffs your pillow and then adjust your blanket so it’s over your belly. “This blanket isn’t soft enough we should’ve-”

“Harry.” Your voice softy cuts him off as your hands land on top of his that are resting on your belly. “Everything is going to be okay and I really am fine I’ve been in some sort of pain this whole pregnancy so I think I can handle a few more hours of being uncomfortable.” You give his hands a loving pat that has him letting out a deep breath. “You look annoyingly good for being such a nervous wreck.” Harry looks down at his jeans and short sleeved rainbow stripped shirt and then back up to you with a smile.

“I almost wore those shorts you love so much but decided against it because it’s always a bit chilly in hospitals.” You send him a glare as he leans over and presses his lips to the side of your head.

“You wouldn’t dare wear your tiny little shorts in a hospital you could potentially give someone a heart attack in those things.”

“We are in the labor and delivery unit I don’t think anyone would have a heart attack over a bit of skin showing.”

“A bit of skin? Harry all three of your legs are pretty much on full display in those shorts and you-”

“Three legs? I-I am so flattered you think I’m that big.”

“Those are in the house or running errand shorts only so please tell me they aren’t in your bag.” Harry lets out a chuckle as he shakes his head and you smile because for as brief of a moment it is, he’s not panicking.

“They aren’t in the bag.” He informs you before he places a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning!” You and Harry look at the door of your delivery suite as Dr. Andrews walks in with a big grin on his face and a clipboard in his hands. “How we feelin? Nervous? Excited? Little bit of everything all rolled into one?”

“I’m ready to meet them.” You answer as Harry looks down at you with a smile while you watch Dr. Andrews jot some things down on his clipboard.

“Okay well I think I might be able to make that happen for you here in the new few minutes.” He says with a smile and Harry feels a lump begin to form in his throat as he looks down at your belly. “Sound good? You okay Harry? You’re lookin a little pale.”

“Oh yeah yeah I’m fine-just ready to meet them as well.” You look up at Harry and then back at Dr. Andrews who just give him a knowing look and a nod before tucking the clipboard under his arm.

“I’ll be back in a few and we will roll you to the delivery room and it’ll go just like we discussed okay? You won’t feel a thing and it shouldn’t take more than forty five minutes and you’ll be back in here recovering but with two additional roommates.”

“Okay thank you Dr. Andrews.” He gives you a smile and gives Harry a small nod before turning and leaving the room.

“Holy shit.” Harry mumbles as the door clicks closed, you let out a long sigh and look up at Harry who is all wide eyed and flushed cheeks.

“We’re gonna be okay right?” You ask in a low shaky voice that seems to snap Harry out of whatever trance like state he was just in. He leans down and cups your face in his hands, running his thumbs under your eyes that let only a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“Everything is going to be fine.” His eyes stare into yours as your hands come up and wrap around his wrists. “I’m going to be with you the whole time okay? I’m not going anywhere. Ever.” He leans in and places a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too Harry.” You tell him with a smile, you close your eyes as he rests his forehead against yours and the two of you take in the final moments of it really being just the two of you before your whole world changes and there’s two new members of the Styles family.

Harry is gripping the handles of the stroller so tightly his knuckles are white as he stands behind where you’re parked in your wheelchair, waiting for you to finish saying goodbye to all the lovely nurses who looked after you and the twins during your short three night stay at the hospital. He just wants to get home, get you settled and maybe if he’s lucky he’ll even convince you to take a nap while he watches the twins for a bit but giving how he couldn’t even feed one of them without you hovering over his shoulder he doesn’t think that’s going to happen. It’s not that he blames you because he hasn’t wanted to spend a moment away from them either since they were born especially with something as silly as sleeping, he knows that’s just his “new dad high” and he will eventually crash but until then he wants to enjoy it.

He loosens his grip just a bit as he watches you smile as a nurse named Tracy gives you a hug after you hand her a list of book recommendations, something you can’t help yourself with doing and it makes Harry smile when he hears you mention the library you work at causing memories of him showing up at your desk unannounced countless times and when he had to come save you from a swarm of fans to replay in his mind.

“And she calls me popular.” He mumbles as he looks down and sees Edward fast asleep, he swears the smile hasn’t left his face since he was first handed his only slightly fussy son and then two minutes later handed his very vocal little girl who immediately calmed down the moment she heard his voice.

“Are you already talking about me behind my back to your mini me? That’s rude.” Your voice is nothing more than a gentle tease as you turn to look over your shoulder, Harry lets out a laugh as he tears his eyes away from Edward and over to you.

“Oh like you weren’t telling your actual twin all about how mean I was because I didn’t let you have hot Cheetos in the hospital bed last night?” You roll your eyes and look down at the stroller with a smile on your face and in this moment Harry isn’t sure how you do it, how you somehow manage to take his breath away even when you’re sitting in a wheelchair with your sweatshirt that says “mommy” and a pair of loose fitting sweat shorts with your hair in a messy bun and a diaper bag in your lap. He thinks it might have something to do with the smile on your face as you look at the stroller that’s holding the two perfect little humans the two of you managed to create, but it could also just be the fact he’s in love with you and hasn’t felt this happy in a long time.

“I can’t believe we get to actually take them home with us.” You say in awe as Harry moves so he’s now standing beside you while the two of you wait for your car to be brought up to the front.

“I know like they trust us to actually be parents? That’s crazy.” He jokes as you reach over and take a little peek at Nora who is also fast asleep having just gotten fed ten minutes ago.

“At least they’ll have good taste in books and a decent taste in music.” Harry nods as he leans over and places a kiss to the top of your head.

“And those are both things they’ll get from their mom right? I’m just here to supply the curly hair and dimples?”

“And the eyes.” You tell him with a playful smile as you tilt your head so you can look up at him. “Can’t forget the eyes.”

“My big dumb green ones?” He asks with a smile as he leans down and bumps the tip of his nose into yours. “I love you-thank you for giving me the two cutest babies in the whole world.” He whispers before he places his lips on yours for a sweet kiss.

“No problem it was the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” You say with a playful smile that has Harry bitting back a chuckle as he pulls away.

“I mean you made it look so easy you didn’t complain once and I swear I don’t even think I ever saw you have a breakdown or anything.”

“I know.” You say with a sigh as you look over just as the car pulls up. “I’m amazing.”

“Won’t argue you with about that. You are pretty fucking amazing.” You shoot him a look as the man gets out of the car to bring Harry the keys.

“You shouldn’t use such language in front of the children?” You tease making Harry roll his eyes as he takes the keys from the nice man. “Now come on Mr. Popular it’s time for you to take us home.” Harry feels his nerves rise as a nurse takes your duffle bag from off your lap so you can get up from your wheelchair.

“This is going to be the most stressful drive of my life.” He mumbles to himself as he looks down at Edward and begins to unclamp his infant carrier from the stroller so he can secure it in the base that’s in backseat of the SUV.

With the help of Harry’s free hand that’s not gripping the handle of Edward’s carrier you climb into the backseat of the SUV and get comfortable in the middle seat between where the twins carriers will go. Once you’re situated Harry carefully places Edward’s carrier into its base he turns to grab Nora who has a few nurses gushing over her and it has Harry smiling because she does look quite angelic when she’s asleep, no doubt a trait she got from her mother.

“I’d say good luck but you two don’t need it. You’ve got this.” Tracy says with a warm smile as Harry grabs Nora’s carrier.

“Thank you. For everything.” Tracy just brushes him off with a wave of her hand but then wraps her arms around him in a quick hug he can only halfway return, wiping at her eyes when she pulls away.

“Now go on and get them home safe okay? Call the number on the card if you need anything.”

“Will do.” Harry answers with a nod before walking towards the car to put Nora’s carrier into her base on the opposite side of you.

“Everyone good? Ready to go?” He asks as he gets into the driver’s seat, looking at you through the rearview mirror. You look over at Nora and then at Edward and give him a nod and a smile.

“Nora said she’s a bit worried about meeting her big brother but I told her not to fret he only really dislikes her daddy.” Harry sends you a glare making you giggle as he puts the car into drive and slowly rolls out of the driveway of the hospital.

“Excuse me? Paris loves me.” He hears you let out a small laugh. “Sometimes.” He adds with a sigh. “Now no more talking to me while I drive I don’t need any distractions.”

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t start.” He warns as he puts his blinker on and pulls out onto the street, you just rub your lips together to hold off your giggle as you prepare yourself for a slightly longer than normal trip home because you know Harry was a nervous wreck driving you to the hospital and that was just three days ago while the twins were still in the safety of your tummy. Now he is hyper aware of how many people are in the car with him, how many little noises he can hear coming from his sleeping babies in the backseat so if he has to take the longer way that has less traffic and avoids the highway then so be it, it’ll be worth his sanity once he pulls onto the parking lot of your apartment complex.

Harry let’s out a sigh as he places a hand on his hip, his eyes never leaving the bright green ones of your first “born” son who is sitting in the middle of your bed between where Edward and Nora are swaddled and laying on their embroidered blankets his mother got made for them. Paris watches Harry as he moves to Nora’s side and when he reaches over to pick her up he is quick to place himself between Harry’s hand’s and the baby. You watch from your side of the bed, tucked under the blanket with Edward laying right next to you, not wanting to step in unless absolutely necessary because you know how protective Paris was of you during your pregnancy so it’s not surprise that suddenly he’s feeling protective of the tiny humans that smell an awful lot like you, and he’s always had a small issue with Harry having bit his ankle the first time he ever stepped foot inside the apartment all those months ago.

“Paris you’ve got to let me pick her up.” Harry demands as he looks at the orange cat with a hard glare, Paris just places his paw on top of Harry’s hand and pushes it down when he attempts to reach for the baby again. “Baby get your son please he’s not being polite.”

“Paris honey,” you click your tongue making the cat turn to look at you. “Come here my love come cuddle with me and your brother.” You give the green eyed cat a smile and for a moment you watch him contemplate it, but then he goes back to looking at Harry deciding that protecting his baby sister is more important. “I tried.” Harry just sends you a look as you reach over and gently pick up Edward and cuddle him to your chest.

“Listen mate.” Harry kneels down so he’s eye level with the cat who tilts his head as he looks back at him. “That’s my little girl okay? I know you want to protect her but I’m her daddy so-you gotta give me some space.” Paris leans his head closer to Harry’s face and takes a few sniffs making him freeze, only partially in fear he’s going to bite his face with the same intensity he bites his ankles with. But then Harry watches as the orange cat turns and walks over to Nora and gives her a few sniffs and it’s as if it’s all clicking for him as he lets out a soft meow and walks across the bed to stand at your side, you lower Edward down a bit allowing Paris to get a few sniff and then he rubs his head on your arm and begins to purr as if he finally understands that these two tiny humans belong to the two of you.

“Come here honey.” You coo and make room at your feet for him and Harry watches as he carefully picks up Nora and cradles her to his chest. “You’re such a good boy Paris mommy and daddy love you so much.” Harry sends you a look when you mention daddy and you raise a brow at him but he just smiles and walks over to his side of the bed and gets comfortable with a sleeping Nora on his chest.

“Yes Paris we love you very much.” You smile and reach a hand out that Harry instantly grabs and interlocks his fingers with. “Best big brother ever.” He adds as he brings your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles.

“Oh my god.” Your voice is low and emotional as you look over at Harry who only looks slightly panicked as he looks over at you. “It’s our first night together as a family.” You say trying to keep your emotions in check as you look down at Paris who is lying at your feet with his head resting against your knee.

“Don’t start with the crying sweetheart or I’ll cry and then they’ll cry and Paris will bite my ankles and elbows.”

“I can’t help it I’m just-just happy.”

“Yeah?” You look over at him and nod as a few tears slip down your cheeks, he gives your hand a squeeze as he leans over and kisses your forehead. “I’ve never been happier than I am right now and that’s saying a lot because I’ve won Grammys.”

“I don’t have any Grammys but I’ve written a fifty two page paper with no typos so I’m sure it’s a similar feeling.”

“Fifty two-no-no typos? That so impressive.”

“I know that turns you on but I’m sorry I’m off the market for a few weeks.” Harry snorts out a laugh making you laugh as he kisses the side of your head. “I love you.” You say with a smile as you look down at the sleeping baby in his arms.

“I love you too cranky.”

[lay-z]

tw: self-shipping; emotional boner; premature ejaculation, mild degradation

Johnny gets hard when I listen to him.

As in, paying attention. Listening to his stories, his ramblings, his opinions, his problems. I never once tell him to shut up, he simply notices himself when he's been talking non-stop for more than an hour. I sigh, my eyes start drifting around the room. I'm like a dog making whale eyes and yawning, a cat flicking her tail, flattening her ears.

And then he gives me space until I invite him to continue; asking a question, for a followup, and he obliges happily.

We're just friends at this point, but he stopped having meaningless hookups a while ago. He won't admit it, but he couldn't get hard for the woman the last time he tried having meaningless sex. It shook him to his very core.

He even went to the dick doctor on base, but his dick is fine, which makes it even worse.

And then, one evening, as I'm cooking dinner for us, because he invited himself over again, his chatty voice fizzles out after talking non-stop, no period nor comma, and I glance over my shoulder, making eye contact with him, show him that I'm still listening with a social cue.

But Johnny sits at the kitchen table, tattooed forearms resting on the top, spine rigid, breathing shallowly. He's staring at the wall as if seeing a ghost.

"You okay?" I ask, lowering the temperature on the stove to let the pasta sauce cook slowly.

"Mhm, 'course," he answers curtly, and he squirms on the chair, wood creaking under his weight.

I glance down, following the movement of his thick thighs in his jeans as he squeezes them together. My eyebrows draw together, crease now between them, an invisible question mark appearing above my head.

"The hell are you doing? Go pee if you have to. Dinner's not ready yet, anyway." I let out a laugh, because it sounds so stupid. He's a grown ass man. A spec ops soldier.

He lets out a half-snort/half-scoff at that.

"Dinnae 'ave ta take a piss," he retorts, all little too snappishly for my liking, and I almost feel like starting an argument just for shits and giggles.

"Then why did you stop talking? That's a fucking first." I taunt, dropping the wooden spoon on the counter before walking over to him, pushing at his shoulder with my fingertips.

He hisses and grits his teeth, looking like he's in pain. My attitude drops, and my expression softens. Perhaps he's having some sort of silent panic attack?

"Hey "

As I rest my palm on his back, rubbing the taut muscle mass in wide, soothing circles, he shudders and lets out a choked moan. A sound that has my whole being freeze, my hand stilling on his back.

"Keep going, keep going, keep go "

His head tips back, lips parted with a soft groan, and our eyes meet over his shoulder. His bright blue, unnecessarily pretty eyes look hazy, his pupils blown. As I peer down at his crotch, I notice the outline of his cock straining against his jeans. I always had a hunch that he's big.

No man, this cocky and capable, has a small dick.

"Are you a little excited there, Johnny?" I coo at him, palm rubbing over his back again as I lift my other hand to rest on his left shoulder, massaging lightly.

He has the audacity to nod and let out another throaty groan before swallowing audibly.

"Can you come without touching your cock?"

He nods again, his eyelids flutter, and cheeks begin to blush furiously. I've never seen that look on him before, but I enjoy it tremendously.

"Of course, you can, you fucking pervert."

Johnny huffs in what sounds like agitation, but his blush only deepens in colour and I can practically watch his cock twitch and drool in his pants.

I reach up to tug on his short Mohawk, enough to pull his head back further, and he lets out a high-pitched groan before squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment.

"Pretend ye didnae hear tha' ah," he pleads, hands balling into fists on the tabletop as I give his short hair another firm tug.

"Aw, I think I won't," I reply, leaning forward to murmur against his temple, lips pressing against his burning skin, "Actually, I think... I'll make sure that sound you made is burned into my brain, so I can use it for later, Johnny. For when I'm playing with my pretty wet pussy all by myself."

"Oh, fuck !" His thighs jerk, knees bumping and rattling the table as he lifts his hips, humping the air with a pathetic cry of pleasure.

I watch the dark stain on his blue jeans become bigger while slumps down in the chair, and I keep rubbing his shoulders while he catches his ragged breath.

Muzzled at last.

I give his back a few gentle pats, pretending I'm fine, even though my heart is racing and my mind along with it. I just made him cum in his pants. Hands-free.

"Wanna talk about it, champ?" I croon, glancing at him over my shoulder as I walk back over to the stove, tending to dinner.

He lifts his hand to flip me off.

[blackknight-kai]

Wukong and Cat

I just think it would be funny to see Wukong dealing with a house pet. Specially a cat. (Maybe a dog but that’s not the point today) - In this Wukong can travel to the modern day to stay with you (before you fully commit to staying in the past with him Edit: yes taking the cat with you).

See, cats are…cats. Yes they can be skittish or friendly, mean or weird as hell. They come in all shapes and sizes both in body and personality. They consistently push boundaries - keeping them off counters am I right? And sometimes as the slightest change they do awful shit to tell you it displeased them - pissing outside the litter box because you moved it a few feet from where it normally is or got rid of their favorite chair.

Cats are entitled and they run the house. You ever been hounded by a cat that woke up from its nap and thinks it’s dinner time but they don’t eat for another 3 hours? Yeah it’s annoying. (We love them)

They are our mini gods basically.

Wukong would NOT do well with one at first.

It doesn’t listen to him, it gives him dirty looks 24/7, he doesn’t know what the hell it’s up to or thinking but he knows it’s plotting harm to him, he knows it’s mocking him as it watches him form its perch across the room. The damn thing even had you on a feeding schedule!!! It OWNS you!

But it will not own him. No. He is a free monkey. A KING! The Great Sage Equal to Heaven and Earth! No house pet will have dominion over him.

You even buy it toys it seems to play with 1 time before and never again. You spoil the ungrateful shit. It also sleeps with you, but not since he came along much to his pleasure. Yes furry asshole, that’s HIS spot now.

He finds it ridiculous that you even scoop up its fucking shit that it leaves for you. At the very least it covers it up but why are you its designated poop scraper? He doesn’t understand why it doesn’t shit and piss outside like every other animal. He may be a king but he’s never had anyone shovel his shit!

So when you ask him to help with the house chores one day, specifically handling the litter box and trash, he is taken aback. Him? Use the tiny shovel to scrape out its excrement? Oh absolute not. Hell no. Not on your life.

He is a KING. He does NOT shovel SHIT. No. He doesn’t budge until you glare at him. He can tell you’re getting annoyed and he doesn’t like it when you’re mad at him.

Wukong, thinking he’s being a genius summons a clone and decides the clone can handle the shitty sand. But then the clone also refuses. Starts arguing with him! The audacity! This goes on for several minutes, neither clone or original giving in until you come into the room having heard the heated conversation.

You tell him with a tone of finality to stop being a monkey cub and grow up, that if he doesn’t sift the litter by the time you come back he’s sleeping on the couch - one night for every turd and pee clump you find in that box. You stomp off to finish the laundry and Wukong & Clone look at the doorway with slight surprise. Clone snickers and gives Wukong a smirk, saying “Looks like our Queen has spoken, the King is on turd duty.” Before offing himself and disappearing with a cackle as Wukong curses his own cheekiness.

After several minutes of staring at the box with disgust he hears you walking through the house and his heart races. Quickly he grabs the weird little shovel and starts sifting, as you step into the room he smiles at you as if to say “See I’m a good boy” and you give him a look before going back to your own chores.

Wukong doesn’t DARE push you enough to ruin his nightly cuddles with you. No. Nothing is worth losing that. So he scoops the damn cats box and as he does so he hears tiny footsteps. Looking over he sees your cat watching him, as though supervising him. It pisses him off to no end that the house pet is looking at him so smugly. “Who’s the king now.”

Grumbling under his breath Wukong finishes his task and finally stands up straight. As he does so he looks at the furry animal. “Is it clean enough your highness?” He asks sarcastically but then his eyes widen as the cat steps towards the box.

To his utter annoyance and anger it takes a shit! RIGHT AFTER HED JUST CLEANED IT OUT? HOW DARE!!!!

He throws a tantrum he will deny to this day about it to you and you laugh saying that yeah, that happens almost every time. It infuriates him to no end. But he loves you and you love the cat. So he can’t do anything that would bring the little asshole harm or he’d risk losing you which is NOT an option.

He hates the damn thing so much.

But one day, while he’s napping on your couch, he wakes to a weird rumbling on his chest. Groggily he opens his eyes and lifts his head a little and is met with the sight of your cat curled up on his chest, eyes half lidded and watching him, its purring. He lays his head back down and tries to be annoyed by it. But the damn purr is soothing….it’s genuinely kinda nice. And his chest is warm. If he ends up stroking your cats fur making it purr louder until the two of them fall back asleep? That’s between him and cat.

[bitingdrivers]

part two of Max with kitty ears - maxiel, 980 words

Daniel stirs awake with Max still soundly asleep on top of him. He carefully fishes his phone out of his shorts and checks the time – they've been asleep for no more than a couple of hours. 

Slowly he extracts his other hand out of Max’s shorts, hoping it won't wake him. Max stirs and tightens his arms around Daniel's torso but doesn't wake up. 

Daniel waits a few seconds then unlocks the camera app and takes about a dozen of pictures and videos of them together: of Max, cuddled to his chest, of Daniel's hand in his hair, petting the ears.

He saves all of them to his blackmail folder, along with pictures of Max making breakfast in their kitchen, wearing only Daniel's bright pink socks; Max, wine drunk, passed out in their bed, hugging one of his trophies; a selfie of them, Daniel smiling at the camera, covered in lipstick kisses, Max, hiding his blush being his hands in the background; a few nudes from their message thread. 

Then he cards his hand through Max’s hair, scratching behind one of the ears – it seems to finally wake him up. Max grumbles and cuddles to Daniel harder, squeezing his ribs.

“Morning, sunshine,” Daniel murmurs, smiling gently. 

Max yawns and his ears flatten back to his head. “It's 4 p.m.,” he groggily points out and lifts himself from Daniel's chest. 

“It's morning somewhere,” Daniel shrugs and sits up too, rubbing his neck, it doesn't always agree with Daniel's love for napping on the couch. 

“I'm hungry,” Max says, standing up from the couch and stretching, arms behind his head. 

Ooh big stretch, Daniel thinks, but doesn't say, because he, not for the first time, gets distracted by Max’s stomach peeking from under his t-shirt.

Daniel follows him to the kitchen. “Alright, what do you want? Milk? Fish?” he pauses, “A mouse?” 

Max looks at him, ears flat, annoyed expression on his face like Daniel is one of those journalists with stupid questions. 

“Stop being silly or I will ask Jimmy and Sassy to pee in all of your shoes,” he threatens. 

“You can speak cat?” Daniel gasps. 

He always wanted to know what the two demons think when they sit and stare at a random corner. Or maybe they can finally ask the cats if they do actually feel sad when the bedroom door is closed, as Max always claims. 

“No, but they will understand me anyway,” Max replies and hoists himself on the kitchen counter. 

“Fair,” Daniel concedes and opens the fridge. Max’s ear flicks at the sound. 

“How does it feel, by the way?” Daniel asks, taking out a can of Redbull and handing it to Max. “Having the ears?”

Max cracks open the can and takes a sip. Daniel decides to make sandwiches.

“Weird,” Max says, playing with the tab. “I know they are of course because of the curse, but sometimes I forget. It’s like I always had them,” he muses, rubbing one of the ears. 

Daniel hums, moving around Max to take out the ingredients, a cutting board and a knife. 

“Sounds are louder, that's the only difference I think,” Max says, stealing a piece of ham from the cutting board.

“You never told how they cursed you,” Daniel prompts, slicing the cheese. He cuts an extra slice for Max to steal again. 

Max plops the cheese into his mouth, chews. “Because it's not very interesting. This girl sprinkled a powder on my head,” he explains before taking a sip of his Redbull. 

Daniel doesn't know a lot about curses, but that sounds about right. Probably the reason it won't work for long. They are lucky that it was a fangirl essentially pulling a prank on Max, and not someone who actually wanted to harm him. 

“Why cat ears anyway?” Daniel asks once the sandwiches are finished, and both of them are sitting at the dining table. 

“The doctor said it's probably random,” Max shrugs and takes a bite. He chews a little and hums, pleased. 

Daniel feels pride blooming in his chest. He's not the best at cooking, but the meals he does know how to make are good, or better than good, according to Max. 

“What animal would I be?” Daniel asks after taking a bite too. “If I got cursed?” 

“Hm,” Max hums, squinting at Daniel. He turns his head a little while thinking. Cute. 

“I think a poodle, maybe?” he suggests with a smirk. 

Daniel lets out an undignified sound. “A poodle?!” he splutters. “They don't even have ears!”

Max looks like he's about to explode. “Daniel, what? All dogs have ears,” he giggles. 

All dogs have ears, but poodles have the most ugly ones, Daniel thinks – or imagines. He doesn’t remember the last time he saw one, or if he ever saw one. Regardless, that’s not the point.

“That's very insensitive, you know,” he huffs while Max laughs. “I thought you would say a honey badger. That's literally my brand,” he grumbles, defensive. 

“Do honey badgers even have ears?” Max asks, cackling. 

“Do they- Of course they have ears, Max!” Daniel says, exasperated. “Small cute ones, on their head,” Daniel explains, lifting his hands to his hair. 

“Awww,” Max coos, the bastard. This is Daniel's brand they're talking about. If Max asked what ears he would get, Daniel would've said lion’s, a hundred percent. It's not like the answer would be wrong – a lion is just a big cat. 

“Eat your sandwich,” he huffs, nodding at Max's plate. Daniel needs to come up with a revenge for this. Maybe it's time to use the blackmail folder. 

“I love you anyway, Daniel,” Max smiles, settling. “No matter what ears you have.”

Daniel rolls his eyes. Fine, revenge can wait.

“I love you too,” he says begrudgingly. “Even after your cat ears are gone,” he smirks. 

Max kicks him under the table and takes a bite of his sandwich.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

To Those Who Wait 5

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as non/dubcon, virginity loss, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You are tired of being the safe one so you decide to pay for some excitement.

Characters: escort!Ransom Drysdale, Curtis Everett

Note: this is almost 5k and took me a long while. Enjoy.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.<3

Love you all like Tony loves himself. Take care. 💖

You awake with a start. You lurch but can't pull away from the warmth around you. You blink and gurgle through the dregs of drowsiness. Curtis clings to you as his breathing rises and falls slowly. You touch his chest and try again. 

He groans and tightens his hold on you. You're stuck between him and the back of the couch. You drag your hand up and tickle his neck. 

"Hey, I gotta get up," you say. 

"Why?" He gristles without opening his eyes. 

"I gotta... gotta pee," you say shyly. 

"Mmph, hold it," he grumbles. 

You tut, "or maybe I can stain this nice cozy couch." 

"Don't be dramatic," he squeezes you and puts you on top of him. "You wanna get wet," his lashes flick open, "I can help with that." 

"Curt," you narrow your eyes. "I'm not making excuses-- Argh, oh god, yup," you wince, "I'm definitely thirty." 

He chuckles and runs his hand down your side, "hips? Back?" He slips his hand around your ass, "something else getting stiff?" 

"I didn't take you for a morning person," you tease. 

"I'm not, but I'll let you wake me up," he eyes you hungrily. 

"Please," you push on his chest and he lets you lift yourself, only to catch your thighs as you straddle him. 

"Mm, I like this," he purrs as he trails up to your hips. You squeak as your bladder pulses. 

"I'm not kidding," you grab his large hands. 

"Ugh, fine, you're lucky you're cute," he lets you go and stretches his arms above him. His chest strains the tee shirt across it as he does. 

You get off and quickly spin, scurrying away to the bathroom as the urgency tingles across your pelvis. You close yourself in the bathroom and take your time, pushing past the tight resistance of holding it too long. The night before hazes through your mind.  

Pizza, movies, and snuggling. You're getting used to that last part. You don't even remember falling asleep. Usually you lay awake for hours before you manage to doze off. 

You rinse your face before you come out. You smell coffee. You hear him moving around in the kitchen. Instinctively, you check to see where your phone is. Right there on the end table where you left it. 

You go into the kitchen as he yawns and rubs his eyes. You stand in the doorway, leaning on the frame as he rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. He turns and puts his hand on the counter. 

"Well, you don't work Saturdays do you?" He asks. 

You shake your head, "not anymore." 

"So that means you're free?" 

His smirk makes you smile. You shrug. 

"Well, I have lots to catch up on. Laundry, groceries... sleeping. Late night." 

"Not late enough," he winks. 

You look away. You would love to have tried but you're still a bit unsettled by Hugh. And ashamed. You're just not ready for that. 

"So no hatchet-throwing?" He quickly redirects.  

"Hmm, I'm tempted," you say. 

He's quiet as he turns to open the cupboard. He takes out a plain black mug, then another, a similar shade but the handle is a tail; like a cat. 

"Reminded me of you," he says. 

Your cheeks tinge, "oh, dark things make you think of me?" 

He scoffs, "cute things." 

You cross your arms and look at the floor. 

"Curtis, thanks uh--" 

"I really don't think you should go back. Today." He says bluntly. "It's not even been twenty-four hours since the creep showed up. At your work," he looks at you with a dire tweak in his brow. "As your boyfriend, I can't let you." 

You reach to scratch your nose, "sure, uh, that's... nice of you to worry--" 

"You got his vibe, didn't you? Something wrong with him. From what you've told me, he showed you as much--" 

You put your hands to your neck and blow out, "I don't want to think about that." 

"Trust me, I don't either," he turns to grab the carafe from the coffee machine. "So why don't we go out? Make a day of it." He pours the coffee and peeks over at you. "I missed you." 

Your chest throbs. Yeah. You did ditch him out of nowhere. It's not like you don't feel the same, 

"Me too." 

His cheek dimples. 

"Alright then. All you gotta do is let me treat my girl right," he offers you a cup. 

"Sure, not trying is exactly what I'm good at," you kid. 

He squints and you give a sheepish look. 

"Try being nice to yourself at least," he steps closer and kisses your forehead, "you know I don't like that." 

"I'm joking--" 

"Not very funny though," he says. He steps back and slurps down the coffee. "Ugh, let me just wake up a bit here."  

"Yeah, think I need to," you inhale the aroma. It soothes your achy head. 

You shuffle out of the kitchen and wander over to your phone. It's a compulsion at this point. You taste the coffee and hum as you hit the side button on your phone. 

"Mm, what kinda coffee is this? It's really..." your voice drifts off.  

There's a message. You tap it with your thumb. It's not WhatsApp this time. You've never got a DM on Insta. You only signed up for some raffle thing. It's fifteen seconds. Fifteen seconds of your regret sent from a shell account. Below, it read; 'think your boss would be impressed?' 

The little checkmark turns colourful as you stare at the image. Shoot. He knows you've seen. 

"It's really what?" Curtis asks as he strides in from the kitchen. 

"Huh?" You blink and look up at him. 

"Doesn't that thing make your eyes hurt so early?" He chides. 

"Um..." you hit the side button to hide the screen. He knows as much as needs to, and he's done more than he should. "Habit. Vivica always dogpiles me with memes." 

"Hm, well, wanna make a deal?" He drawls. 

You look at him, tweaked by the timbre in his voice. There's irritation just beneath the surface. 

"I'm gonna take you out today and we're gonna leave our phones at home." 

You guiltily set the cell back on the table, "sure. That's a good idea." 

You bring your hand back up to cradle the mug and sip. 

"Cool," he says. "Figure, we can focus on catching up." 

"Right," you agree. Is he expecting a different response? 

"Great," he inhales and hovers his cup in front of his lips. "What were you saying about the coffee?" 

"Oh, it's really good." 

"I have a trick," he grins. "Stick around long enough and I'll show you." 

You smile and look down. "Awesome." 

☕

You make a brief pit stop at your apartment to grab some clothes. Curtis waits outside as the rumble of his motorcycle echoes his patience. You change into fresh clothes and grab a spare set and few necessities before you go. Not more than can fit in his saddle bags. 

Back on the road, you cling to him. The smell of leather melds with his sweat and whatever fragrance he wears. Oaky. 

You lean into him as he revs up and speeds along the country roads and backways. You recognize the twisted elm tree in the middle of a field and the rickety fence with fading white paint and splintering posts. He rolls in towards the same farmhouse and antiquated barn. He drops his feet onto the ground as he comes to a stop. The roaring engine quiets and your ears ring. 

You get off first and undo the strap of the helmet. Your legs still thrum from the rumble of the engine. He kicks down the stand and climbs off. 

"Whose place is this?" You ask. 

He shrugs, "a buddy." 

"Sure is a nice buddy, letting you take over." 

"He's busy a lot." 

"Not working on his farm?" You wonder. 

"Waiting for the reaping," he takes your helmet and hangs both on the handlebars. "None of your friends have a super cool farm?" 

"Nah, Vivica is a city girl and the rest are... well." 

He snorts, "how the heck did you end up with them?" 

"I ask myself the same thing. More so, how they ended up with me." 

He tuts as his cheek ticks. The humour drains slowly from his features. He waves you down the same path as last time. 

"Come on, let's try to have a good day. The sun's out here trying," he girds. 

You walk ahead of him. You stare at the ground. You don't mean to be a downer. Self-deprecation has always been a shield. It's better to say the obvious first before someone else points it out. 

He clears his throat as you clear the house. You lift your head and stop short. He collides with your back, his hands settling on your hips. 

The picnic table is draped in a white tablecloth, a bouquet is arranged perfectly in a basket, the handle wrapped in ribbon, and a picnic basket sits next to it. You put your hands on Curtis', shocked at the display. He squeezes and urges you forward. 

"So what do you think? You hungry?" He asks. "Can't have you throwing axes on an empty stomach. Otherwise, I might get cut." 

"You... How did you?" You utter. 

"My buddy helped. Obviously," he walks you to the table. "I'm calling in all my favours." 

"It's really..." you step away from his grasp. "Sweet." 

"Huh, you don't sound that impressed," he says as he goes to the end of the table and grabs the lighter off the top. He takes one of the candles in a jar and lights it. 

"I am... no one..." you sit on the bench as you nearly deflate. You're flattered and happy and everything but it also feels so bittersweet. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before." 

"Well," he puts down the second candle and sets the lighter beside it. He steps up to lower himself onto the bench beside you. "I'm not no one," he touches your back and you smile. Your chest is all tight. 

"Curt," you tilt your chin down then look at him, flicking your lashes over your burning eyes. "You're..." Too good for me. Too sweet. Too everything.  

You don't say any of it. You just pull him close and kiss him. You smother his lips with yours as he purrs. His hand crawls up your back and he locks you in his embrace. You never want to let him go. 

🪓

Curtis nuzzles along your jaw and nips at your skin. You shiver and curl your fingers along his shoulder blade. Your breath clouds around you hotly, sweat beading over your hairline and nape. Your eyes flick open and fixate on the wall. 

He growls as he cradles your head and nudges your chin up, kissing along your throat as you quiver. Your heart flips and your stomach turns. It’s all so nice. Too nice. Too much! 

You push on his side and whine his name, “Curtis, Curtis. Please, stop. Stop, stop.” 

He exhales and lifts himself to look down at you. His brows stitch in concern. You look away from him in guilt. What’s wrong with you? 

“I can’t-- I--” you sputter. “You don’t want me. You can’t. How could you?” 

He leans in and drags his nose along your cheek. “Of course I want you, babe. How could I not, hmm?” He kisses your cheek and makes a trail down to your mouth. His lips brush yours and he hums again, “won’t you let me show you how much I want you?” He nibbles your lower lip and tugs on it softly. He lets it go and rocks against you. “Can’t you feel how much I need you?” 

You can, even as he still wears the black jeans he took you out in, your own still taut across your hips. The scent of pollen and sweat cling to both of you. The day hazes behind you, the late afternoon dimming between the grey curtains. 

You rub his chest, “I...” your eyes rove around the room. The poster of a classic Boris Karloff horror, another of a 90s cult classic. You don’t think another man will ever be so perfect. That they’ll ever be interested in you. Not like Curtis. “I want you too.” 

“Baby,” he grinds his pelvis into yours. 

You squirm and slip your hand up to your shoulder, dodging another kiss. 

“I want... to...” you say, curling your fingers. “But, er...” your cheeks set alight as your eyes dart back and forth. You swallow tightly. “Do you... have protection?” 

He chuckles, a rocky crackle in his throat. He presses his lips to your forehead and pushes off you. The bed bounces with his movement. You watch him as he goes to the tall black dress. He broad shoulders stretch out his black tee. 

“Course,” he says. “I’ve been ready for you, baby.” 

He comes back to you and places the small gold and black square on the night stand. He stands at the side of the bed rolls up his tee shirt. He strips it off and reveals his hair-trimmed torso. He keeps his head tidy and short but the rest of him is untamed. The dark fur laces over deeply etched muscle. 

You push yourself up reach behind your neck. He drops his tee and moves to stop you. He clucks. 

“Ah, I’m in no rush,” he pulls your arm down. “I wanna enjoy this. I want you to.” He sits on the edge of the bed. “You let me do everything.” 

He slips his hand up behind your head and draws you into another kiss. Gentle at first, growing hungrier as his tongue invades and his fingers bend against your skull. He inhales you, almost rocking you as he drinks you in. You hook your arm around his neck and he pushes you onto your back. 

He grabs your other hand, twining his fingers with yours, and holds it above the pillow as he devours you. His growls flood your throat and his heat swathes around you. His fingertips caress your scalp and he parts with a sigh. 

He sits up and looks you up and down. He drags his hand away from your hair and strokes your cheek and chin. You glance away shyly. He frames your jaw and turns your head straight, his thumb toying with your lower lip. 

“You are gorgeous, you know that?” He purrs. 

You can’t speak. Your chest is racked, as if there are chains wrapped around your ribs. You smile, cheeks flushing, body surging with fire. 

He traces down your neck, his roughened touch raising bumps on your skin. He lingers on the vee of your tee shirt, his eyes following the path of his hand. He glosses over the cotton down to the hem. Your muscles tense as he tickles along your lower stomach. 

He hooks his thumb under the fabric and tugs it up slowly. You curl up and lift your arms as he peels off the shirt. You lay back, shallow breaths swelling in your chest as your chest bulges in your plain bra. You peek down. 

“Sorry, I didn’t have anything... prettier.” 

“Perfect,” he rasps and bends to kiss along the top of your chest, just beneath your collar bone. His nose drags with his lips and leaves a trail down to cleavage. He shifts and brings his hand to cup one tit as he burrows his face between them. 

You gasp and brush the back of his head with your palm. His breath sends tendrils of ice through you. The new sensations are scary but you don’t want him to stop. This is the right way. This is how you should have done it... 

He follows the edge of your bra to the strap and slips it down your shoulder. He does the same with the other and slides his hands beneath you. You arch your back as he unhooks your bra. You shiver and your hand falls to his firm shoulder. You squeeze the muscle, hypnotised by his Adonis form. 

“Wow,” you eke out. 

He raises himself, just a bit, and drags away your bra. You squeak and cover yourself instinctively as your tits fall free. You giggle as he looks down at you. His grey-blue eyes are darker, hotter. 

“Wow?” He echoes coyly. 

“You... um... sorry, I just...” 

“Wow, you,” he growls. 

He pulls your wrists apart and frees your chest. He pins your hands to the bed and bends over you again. His strength is overwhelming but alluring. You don’t want to escape him. He bows and nibbles at the soft flesh, teasing with his teeth and tongue, taking your nipple between his lips with a hum. 

His timbre flows through you and you whine again. Your spine curves and your toes curl. His tongue flicks around the hard pebble and pressure builds as he sucks. You writhe and moan. 

He takes his time tending to you, moving across your chest with a smear of saliva. Snarling as he tastes you, toys with you, tantalizes you. He pinches just enough for you to squeal and he snickers in delight. You squirm as your walls clench. 

“Curt,” you murmur. 

“Patience, baby, I got it,” he lets go of your wrists and turns to kiss down your stomach. You twitch and try to cover it. He pushes your hand away. “Mmm.” He bites into you, “why you hiding?” 

“I’m not... I just--” 

He spreads his large hand across your stomach and squeezes. He delights in the pillow of your middle, doting on it as he inches closer and closer to the top of your jeans. He trails his hand over the acid wash and down your thigh. 

His nose grazes over your waistline and he bites down on the denim. He tugs with his teeth until the button pops open. You gasp again. You’re not nervous like you were before. Not afraid. You just want to stop thinking about that. 

He flutters up to the top of your jeans and slips his fingers beneath. He pulls them down, little by little, easing you out of them, following the line of your legs. He untangles them from your ankles and hurls them carelessly away from the bed. 

He gets to his knees and pushes yours apart. Your stomach flips. You look down at your panties and cover your chest again. He’s fixated on them as well. 

He lowers himself to his stomach and nuzzles the cotton. You wince and he looks up at you. His brows arch as he inhales your, nestling into you as he pushes his nose against your cunt. Your thighs twitch.  

He pushes his arms wide under your legs and bends to graze along the bottom of your ass. He guides your thighs over his shoulders and tilts his head down. His long lashes flick and he rolls his head as he burrows into you. 

He growls and kneads your thighs, pushing them against his head. He teases you, his tongue wetting the fabric as he plays with you through them. You slap your hands against the bed and clasp onto the dark coverlet. Your feet arch and your calves strain. 

His hand crawls away from thigh and dips beneath you. He tugs aside your panties and flicks his tongue lightly over your folds. You moan and lift your hip. He keeps his fingers hooked around the cotton and plunges his cool tongue into your heat. You whine at the swirling sensation that unfurls through you. 

He spreads his tongue wide and drags it up. He hums and slides back down. He drinks you in, pressing his nose into you, smearing your slickness over his face. He snarls and circles your clit cloyingly. You shiver and squeak, reaching for the back of his head. 

You push him down. He doesn’t resist. He seals his lips around your clit and you whimper. He sucks and flicks his tongue; swirling, up and down, side to side, pinpointing ever nerve to your core. 

You heave and bring your other hand down to grip his head, your hips bucking as your stomach ties in knots and your spine goes rigid. You hiss through your teeth, eyes rolling back, legs bending, feet pushing into the mattress. You lift your pelvis as you urge him, writhing in time with him. 

You squeal as the sudden release has your muscles tingle and spasming. You fall back and shake as you cum. He laps it up, growling and groaning as he drinks you in. He doesn’t stop until your breathlessly babbling. 

He lifts his head and smacks his lips. He sits up as your legs splay limply around him. He sits on his knees and grips your panties. He snaps them at the seam and pushes the elastic up your stomach. You gasp and look down at the ruin. 

He delves between your lips with his fingers. He rubs you with two, down to your entrance and back again. He repeats the motion as you groan and gasp. He teases you, pausing to roll around your clit, then slipping back to your entrance. 

He turns his hand and pushes against you. His eyes meet yours as he dips a finger into you. You squeak as he glides in to his knuckle. He drags his finger out slowly and adds a second, once more diving in deep. He presses the heel of his hand to your clit. 

He keeps his hand between your legs and moves to bend over you, keeping himself up on his elbow. He kisses you as he rocks his hand. You groan into his mouth, the sweet flavour on his tongue staining your own. Is that what you taste like? 

He keeps his hand tilting and your thighs clench around it. You latch onto his wrist, moving your hips as you feel the same swell building within. You turn your head and choke on a whimper. You cum again, you insides twitching and clinging to him. 

“That good?” He grits in your ear. You hum and nod. 

“Curtis...” 

He slips his hand free and drags his wet fingers up your body. He brings them to your chin and forces your head straight. He rests his forehead on yours. 

“Baby?” 

“I... please...” 

“You sure?” He asks. 

“I’m sure.” You wisp. 

He inhales and kisses you. He parts and gets up, jostling you and the bed. He stands by the side of the bed. His stomach tenses as he undoes his fly. You can see him in his jeans, ready to burst. You push your thighs together. You did that? 

He pushes his jeans down and groans at the friction of denim and cotton. He steps out of them and pulls the elastic of his boxers out, guiding them down his thighs as his dick bobs before him. You blink and stare at him. He’s big; thick. His veins bulge under his skin and his tip weeps with glistening anticipation. 

He takes the condom and tears open the package. He grunts as he puts the rubber against his tip. His hips recoil and he grips the base of his dick as he rolls the condom on. He hisses as he does. 

“You alright?” You ask. 

“Yeah, baby, just... been waiting,” he says. 

He lowers himself onto the bed, laying on his side. You don’t know what to do. You expected him to get between your legs, to have you on your back like Hugh did. Maybe even face down. 

He caresses you from neck to pelvis and up again. You watch his hand as you tremble. You touch his fingers then follow the length of his arm. You turn onto your side to face him. 

You pet the hair along his chest and spread your fingers to feel his muscle. You bite your lip. You watch his muscles contract as you stroke his stomach. You brush again his tip and he twitches. 

You gently wrap your fingers around him. He groans. You pump him slowly. He curls his fingers into your side. He kisses your hairline. You grip him tighter and do it again. 

“Can’t...” he growls into your hair. 

He slides his hand past your ass to your thigh. He guides your leg over his hip and shifts closer. He bends his leg under your to hold it up and reaches behind you. He uses his fingers to guide his tip to your entrance. He pauses as you look up at him. 

He adjusts his shoulders and slides an arm beneath you. He draws you even closer. He touches your nose with his then presses another kiss to your lips. He snarls as he stretches you around his tip. 

You curl an arm around him, hooking your leg around his, and welcome him in. He shakes as he rocks carefully, easing in and out with each inch. You whine and pull away from his lips, tilting your head back. Your voice unravels as he gets deeper and deeper. 

He plunges in as deep as he can and pulls out slowly. You quiver and squeeze him tight. You look him in the eye and sigh. 

“Curtis,” you say. “I need you to fuck me.” 

He growls and his pupils grow. He pushes you onto your back, bringing himself over you. You keep your leg hook over him. He dips in again, holding himself at his limit, even deeper than before. You squirm and latch onto his bicep, squeezing the thick muscle as he bends it beneath your head. 

“This what you want?” He gives a long torturous thrust. “Like this?” 

“More.” You gasp. 

“More?” He snaps his hips but pulls out slow again. 

“Faster,” you demand. 

“Mmm,” he hums, “baby, I told you, I wanna enjoy you.” 

“Harder,” you bring your other hand to his neck, curling it behind. “Please, just fuck me.” 

“Faster?” He speeds up just a little. “Harder?” He ruts so you sink into the mattress just a little. 

“Mhmm,” you moan. 

“Okay,” his rhythm stays as it is. 

“More!” Your nails dig into his bicep. 

“You got all of me baby,” his hips rock steady. 

“No, more,” you beg. 

“More?” He look down between your bodies. You follow his gaze, just a glimpse of him and you. 

“Fuck me!” You yelp. “Please.” 

“I’m fucking you, baby,” he smirks and bows to kiss your throat. 

“Curt--” You squeak as he jolts you but doesn’t speed up. 

“Mm, I just... I want you around me forever,” he growls into your neck. 

“Please--” 

He growls as he keeps his tempo. You writhe desperately. Pleading as he keeps nipping and pecking over your neck and shoulders. In, out, in out. Just enough to bring you to the edge but not over. 

He hooks his other arm beneath you and all once, lifts himself up. He sits on his heels as he put you in his lap. He fills you up as you catch yourself against his chest. He smothers your mouth with his. 

He rolls his hips. You twitch and whine. He does it again. Again. Again. You feel him speeding up. You cling to him, tongues wrestling, breath mingling, bodies intertwined. You move in tandem with him, working towards that thrum pulsing inside of you. 

You pull your lips from his and lean your head on his, moaning in his ear. 

“Oh, Curt, I’m-- I’m--” 

You orgasm and squeal, clawing at his back as you do. He snickers as he keeps on. You twitch and tremble as your clit burns against his pelvis. 

He reaches to untangle your arms from around his neck. He eases you back so you hang off him. He moves your hips with one hand, the other on your shoulder as he watches himself fuck you from below. Your head lolls back as you clasp onto his shoulders to keep from falling off. 

“Fuck, baby, fuck--” He rasps as his pace turns frantic. He pounds against you, flesh clapping, breath chugging, fingers dipping into your flesh. “Ah-ah-ah.” 

He rams up into you, several times before quaking and slowing, whining as he cums. He shudders and stills you, letting you down onto your back. You huff in unison, staring at each other as the afterglow blooms around you. His shoulders drop as you lay limp on the mattress, him still inside. 

He looks down and pets your thighs. You spasm and catch his hands. 

“You got me,” he says as he meets your eye again. “Baby, I’m yours.” 

Your lashes flutter. You don’t know what to say. 

“Baby?” 

You look at him. What? 

“You’re mine, aren’t ya?” 

You flinch then nod. His eyes narrow. 

“Say it.” 

You hesitate and swallow. 

“Curt--” 

He snaps his hips and you squeal. 

“I--” you croak. “I’m yours.” 

He grins and snickers as he falls forward, pinning you beneath him. He thrusts lazily as you squirm. “Damn right.” 

[iamyourdailydoseofbi]

I WAS GONE FOR FIVE FUCKIN' MINUTES. ( HOTD x READER )

AUTHOR NOTE! This is short little drabble / thing cause I have the time during my finals. Thanks for all the love. <3 pairing: Aemond Targaryen x GF! Reader prompt : A couple bonding moment ends with burnt cookies. word count: 500+ words

It was Helaena who had suggested bonding time. You and Aemond were a little distant. Not that it was a bad thing. You had your college classes and he was attempting to break into his family's company, attempting to make a name for himself. It was natural and to be expected. You would still see each other and interact, just not have too much 'couple time'.

So, with both of your weekend's cleared. Baking was going to be the way to 'bond'. It would be like the cute little scene from those romance movies. You'd smear frosting onto each other and kiss. It would cute, in theory. Of course, it was never going to be like that. He was a Targaryen. They did not do 'easy' or 'drama free'.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You left him unattended for five minutes. You left him unattended for five fucking minutes. Five minutes. In the course of five minutes Aemond had managed to ruin the cookies you were baking. You did not know what he did or touched, but they were now as black as coal and on fire. Pressing down on the handle of the fire extinguisher, you narrow your eyes hard, the kitchen filling with smoke as the fire gets put out. 

Coughing softly at the stench of smoke in the air, you put the empty fire extinguisher onto the countertop, opening the window up for fresh air. Placing your hands on your hips, you slowly turn around to look at him, lips curled into a displeased line. There was an obvious guilty expression on his face, looking like a puppy who had just been caught chewing on a piece of furniture. A part of you wanted to scold him. Yet another part of you was worried about how damaged the oven was from whatever he had done.

“I go pee for five minutes.” You start, tapping your foot on the floor. 

“To be fair, I didn’t technically touch the oven⎯”

“No, no, no, nope,” You shake your head, “Nope, we are not doing that. No excuses.” 

“I love you.” He weakly smiles, attempting to smooth things over. 

Running your fingers through your messy hair, you shake your head in disapproval, the charred remains of the cookies sputtering out in its last attempt of life. Snatching the fire extinguisher off the counter in the blink of an eye, you press the fire extinguisher handle one last time, the burnt cookies sizzling out. A soft scowl tugging at your lips. This was not the ‘cute couple bonding’ moment you had envisioned. You were supposed to smear frosting on each other’s cheeks and laugh, not murder the remains of cookies with a fire extinguisher. 

“You messed with the oven.” You mutter, it comes out more as a statement than a question. 

“I thought I pressed the little light button, I didn’t know that it would turn up the heat.” He weakly rubs the back of his neck, “The little symbols are hard to see from a distance.” 

“Mm-hm, wonderful.” 

“Don’t be mad.” He pleas, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

“I am not mad, just disappointed that this is what our night has come to.” You sigh, putting the fire extinguisher down. 

Staring at the charred crime scene sprawled out on the oven and countertop, you shake your head in pure disappointment, a soft pout on your lips. It was supposed to be cute. Not like this. Crossing your arms over your chest, you let out a pouty sigh, wanting to pout and sulk a little longer. Feeling him press gentle kisses on your neck and forehead, he softly sways you in place, like you're a grumpy cat. 

“Come on, let’s go order some take out. We’ll do those weird face masks that you have. Yeah?”

“Yeah..” You sigh, letting him drag you away from the kitchen.

---

[crashing-a-jeep]

When I was 16 I volunteered at a cat shelter. There had been a fire nearby and so we got an influx of cats which made the job a bit more difficult for a while. I had to clean about twenty litter boxes, feed copious amounts of cats, and wipe down pee surfaces, the whole bit. And I did it for about 5 years. With this influx of cats came the cutest fluffiest little guy who the shelter called Bruce. He was a black on is face and back and tail, but his chin, chest, and feet were all white. When I came in to clean his little kennel he meowed and rubbed on my legs so I sat down and he jumped on my lap and I decided I needed this cat.

The only obstacle was my dad. We already had two dogs and two cats. So I spent weeks and weeks convincing him that I deserved this cat and that I would take care of him. My dad continued to say no over and over and over. I ended up leaving notes every day with his favorite candy, Peanut M&M's on top of them, in places he'd frequent in the house. His desk, the bathroom counter, the dining room table, on top of the TV stand, etc. After about a month, he gave in. I could have the cat.

I signed the adoption papers and caught the cat in the shelter and took him home. He was in my room only for a while to adjust him to the other cats. He slept with me and ate in my room. He even used the litter box in my room. I named him George, after George Harrison and I fucking loved this cat!

Eventually I had to let him roam the house and so I let him out and he began to get along with the other cats. Then, slowly, he didn't come in my room anymore. He didn't sit on my lap anymore. He didn't meow at me or even acknowledge my presence George the cat wanted nothing to do with me. And I had done so much for him!

But there was one person he loved in the house, and it was my dad. The only person in the house who didn't want him. This fucking cat I named after my favorite Beatle and worked so hard to convince my dad to adopt chose my DAD over ME. To this day.

I moved out and took my other childhood cat with me. George stayed behind and he sits on my dad's lap and he chills with my dad in his office and he does a bunch of shit with my dad. Every time I see this cat I'm just like 'Hey George, remember who got you here, you little fucker' and I pick him up and hold him like a baby just to spite him(he hates it) and then put him down so he can go live his royally good life as MY DAD'S CAT. And though he is named after George Harrison, everyone in my family calls him 'King George'. His namesake isn't even his namesake anymore.

I can't with this fucking cat. And I love him. But like helllooooo can't a girl name an animal after her favorite Beatle and have it become her best friend? Apparently NOT. Anyway hope you enjoyed my random story.

My dad's cat George is pictured below:

[lowpawly]

when I still lived with her my mom had a plastic bucket that she would use to soak dishes in, and when she would leave it out on the counter the cats would get up there and pee in it. this did not bother her as she would just wash it out and continue to use it for our dishes. me telling her that plastic is porous did not stop her. that is but a glimpse of the life I lived

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Heaven is not fit to house a love (like you and I) | Part 2

Word Count: 4.8k

Genre: smut, angst

Summary: When you first met your boyfriend, it was love at first sight. No, more than that. It was love before you even met. It felt like you had known each other in another life and were meant to find each other again. 

But that's not actually true, is it? You and Beomgyu don't actually know each other from another life, and the dreams you've been having aren't memories of your past life either. That's ridiculous. 

But then why does Beomgyu get so defensive about them? And why does each dream feel more real than the one before? 

A/N: this is the sequel to my series YAMQN but I'm trying to write it in a way that it would be comprehensible to people who have never read YAMQN. The parts in italic are the dreams. 

Warnings: unhealthy relationships, jealousy, dom!reader, sub!beomgyu, riding, toys, orgasm denial.

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Now that Taehyun is working with you, Beomgyu is not content to just drive you to work as he always does. No, now he has to walk you inside, arm wrapped tightly around you to make sure everyone, especially Taehyun, knows you’re claimed.

“Oh, hey.” Taehyun greets when he sees you. “You look beautiful today.” 

You don’t get the chance to properly glare at him for purposefully annoying your boyfriend before Beomgyu twists you around and smashes your lips together, pulling you into a kiss that is far too indecent for public.  

Yet another co-worker snorts. "We get it dude. She's yours. Are you gonna pee on her to claim your territory too?"

Your cheeks flame up and you shove Beomgyu away, absolutely mortified by the spectacle he has made of you. “Beomgyu!”

“What? Don’t want him to see who you belong to?” He asks, daring to sound upset at you.  

“Everyone knows we’re dating. Get your head out of your ass.” You smack his hands completely off you, livid at his underhanded accusation. 

“Wouldn’t hurt to remind him.” He mutters, and you roll your eyes, ushering him out of the cafe before you get fired for an indecent act in the workplace. “Leave. You’ve done enough.” 

You don’t give him the chance to respond before you step back into the restaurant and slam the door in his face, trying your best to avoid everyone’s gaze. You quickly get dressed then step behind the counter, getting the orders ready for the customers streaming in, trying to shake off the strong sense of deja-vu you felt at the way Beomgyu behaved. Those dream are really messing you up. 

“Your boyfriend really doesn’t like me, huh?” Taehyun comments, working alongside you. 

“Don’t take it personally. He gets jealous easily.” You sigh, brushing it off. 

“It sure feels personal though. It’s like I killed his cat in the past or something.” 

“Funny you should say that.” You snort, but don’t elaborate, not wanting to deal with another guy ridiculing you for your dreams.

But Taehyun is intrigued, and he doesn’t drop it. “What do you mean?”

“Forget about it.” You brush him off, handing a customer their drink with a forced smile, but that makes him even more curious. As you go to make another drink, he takes the coffee pot from your hand, forcing you to look at him. “No, tell me.”

“Taehyun, there are customers waiting.” You snap but he just shrugs. “So? They can survive five minutes without their morning lattes.” 

You give him a pointed look. “Yeah? Have you met our clientele? They’re mean when they’re low on caffeine.” 

“I can handle it. Just tell me.” He reassures you, but conspicuously starts making a new drink. 

“Okay fine, but don’t laugh. You asked for it.” He nods, waiting patiently for you to explain. “So I keep having these dreams about me and Beomgyu in another life, a past life. He’s a prince and I’m a lady of the court and we want to be together but we can’t because he’s betrothed to someone else and so everything is all fucked up but we love each other so much and want to be with each other anyway. It’s all very fanciful and silly but then again the dreams are so vivid, it’s like I’m really there. It feels more real than my actual memories, you know?”

He nods, a small smirk on his face that tells you that he doesn’t really buy what you’re saying–you don’t really buy what you’re saying either–but he’s kind enough to hold his tongue and not make fun of you like Beomgyu does.

“Anyway, you’ve been appearing in the dreams lately too.” That catches his interest, and he listens even more intently. “You’re this powerful lord from another city and we start getting close which dream Beomgyu really hates. He tries so hard to keep us apart that he even ends up locking me in my room so I wouldn’t see you but you sneak in to see me anyway, and then… Well, I don’t know what. That’s all I know so far. He basically wants to kill you because you won’t stay away from me. Dream him, I mean… though, I’m not too sure real Beomgyu doesn’t want to kill you too.”

“Oh, please, I can take him.” He says confidently and you look him over. Sure, he looks like he’d be able to take Beomgyu. Physically he appears stronger than your boyfriend, but there is just something about Beomgyu you don’t like to think about that causes the hairs at the back of your neck to stand up.  

“Anyway, that is all very intense.” He finally says, “You have quite the imagination.” 

“I knew it. You think it’s stupid.” You flush, embarrassed that you revealed all of this to him. 

“No, no. It’s not stupid. It’s not real, but it’s not stupid.” He reassures you, or at least he tries to. “Maybe these dreams are your brain’s way of working through issues you’re having with your boyfriend? I mean, I didn’t show up in your dreams before you saw me, right? And it was only after seeing how Beomgyu got so aggressive with me that you had the dreams about him trying to keep us away from each other, right?”

“I guess…” What he’s saying makes sense. Maybe it’s just your brain trying to make sense of the whirlwind that is your romantic life with Beomgyu. 

“Well, there you go.” He proclaims, “Maybe the way to stop these dreams is to work out the issues you’re having with Beomgyu.” 

“Easier said than done.” You snort, and once again Taehyun is not letting your little passive-aggressive comments pass by. “What do you mean?”

You sigh. “He’s impossible to talk to about these things. He either gets so defensive you can never fault him for his behavior or he freaks out about us breaking up that I end up needing to comfort him for his own bad behavior.” 

Taehyun wears a frown on his face. “That doesn’t sound too healthy. If you can’t even talk things through then how can you expect your relationship to survive?” 

“Don’t say that. Beomgyu is a wonderful guy and a loving boyfriend. He just gets insecure and needs reassurance. It’s because his ex fucked him up or something.” You mutter the last part bitterly. If she hadn’t messed him up so much, Beomgyu would have literally been the perfect boyfriend. 

“But that’s not your fault. What she did to him has nothing to do with you. If he can’t separate the two then he doesn’t deserve to be with you.” 

You shake your head. “You’re being too harsh on him.” Yes, Beomgyu is acting like an ass right now but that doesn’t take away from all the wonderful things he is. 

“Am I? If you let this go then he’ll only get worse.” 

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you should stand up more to Beomgyu. Things can get really bad when he gets into his head, but when he’s good, he’s really good and that always brings you right back into his arms. 

________________

As if he could read your thoughts, Beomgyu takes you out on a much needed date at the local arcade, seemingly aiming to make you forget about the erratic way he has been acting lately. 

You’re both video game fans, especially those old games you used to play growing up, and so this is like Disneyland for you. You have so much fun recalling all the good times you had playing these classic games, only you get to enjoy them with the person you love this time around, and damn does it feel ten times more fun with Beomgyu. 

“Oh my god, oh my god!” Beomgyu screams, trying to keep up with you but failing miserably, messing up his steps on the dance dance revolution game, and allowing you to take the lead. “No, this is too fast–ahhhh!”

You laugh at his exclamations, messing up a few steps of your own as you sneak glances at him, enjoying the way he makes such a show of it, always aiming to entertain and get a laugh out of you and everyone else. You know he doesn’t actually care about losing. He just wants to make it fun for you. 

The machine makes a noise that indicates the game is over and that you’ve won, and the small crowd that has gathered to watch you because of your boyfriend's antics cheers for you. 

“Thank you, thank you.” You give a gracious bow, before pulling your stupid boyfriend into a kiss that receives a couple of woohoos. 

“I know. I know. I can’t believe she’s dating me too.” He says and you smack his shoulder shyly. “Shut up. You’re such a simp.” 

 “No, I’m not. I’m just appreciating my beautiful, wonderful girlfriend who–”

“Get a room! Some of us actually want to play.” A teen shouts out at you, and his friends jeer in agreement, forcing you off the game with embarrassed giggles. 

“Wow, kids are mean.” Beomgyu exclaims and you laugh. “Kids? We’re barely a couple of years older than them.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Beomgyu comments, not seeming to share your laughter. 

“Hey, are you okay? They were jerks but they’re just teens, you know?” You try to comfort him. You know how mean teens can be, but Beomgyu just shakes his head and gives you a big smile. “Oh no, I’m not thinking about that at all. I just remembered something… doesn’t matter. Let’s go play another game.” 

“Okay…” You trail off uncertainly, unsure if he’s really okay. But then you spot something that takes your attention away. “Oh, let’s go play that shooter game! There is a toy there that I really want!” 

You step towards it, but as soon as you do, you’re being pulled back by your boyfriend. “I don’t really like shooter games. Too violent, you know?”

“It’s an air gun.” You explain slowly as if he doesn’t grasp the concept, and he shrugs.  “Well, it still teaches violence to kids. Today an air gun, tomorrow a school shooting.” 

You roll your eyes at his silly dramatics. “Too bad we aren’t kids then. We’re a whole couple of years older than kids. Now come on.” You drag him behind you, sights already set on a teddy bear that reminds you of Beomgyu. 

“I wanna win that one! Add it to my beargyu collection at home.” You clap excitedly, and the man at the stand hands you a gun to use.

“She’s got a good eye. She picked the best prize.” The man tells Beomgyu then turns back to you. “You have to shoot all the cans down to be able to win that one.”

“Yeah. She has expensive taste, that one.” Beomgyu comments and you pout, playfully shoving him. “Gyu!” 

“Is it not true?” He cocks an eyebrow at you and you push your head up defiantly. “I just have high standards, that’s all.” 

“I know, baby. And you deserve the best.” He says, grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it, making you blush. 

“Are you going to shoot?” The man asks impatiently, bored with you and Beomgyu’s public displays of affection. You don’t care though, sending Beomgyu a kiss and a wink.. 

Still, it’s gonna be challenging winning that bear, and you have to concentrate. 

“Okay…” You take a deep breath and get into position, turning towards again Beomgyu and squeaking a quick ‘pray for me’ before you look back and start shooting. 

And damn, you’re a lousy shot. 

At the start, the cans are all lined up next to each other so you manage to fell a lot of them just by generally shooting in their direction, but as their numbers dwindle, you start completely missing them. 

“Baby, you’re trying to shoot the cans, not the other patrons.” Beomgyu quips and you glare at him, almost shooting him too, and he raises his hands in surrender. “Just saying.” 

“Well, don’t say.” You grit, missing even more shots. 

“Damn it!” You exclaim in frustration, seeing your chances go down with each missed shot, and eventually running out of ammo. “Ughhhhh.” 

“Cheer up, baby. You tried your best.” Beomgyu tries to comfort you, “You just–”

“I wanna try again.” You proclaim, smacking more tickets down on the counter and gesturing for the worker to reload your gun before trying again. 

And again. And again. And again. Each time failing more miserably than the last, the frustration getting to you. 

“Baby, we’re running out of money here. Soon, I’m gonna have to sell my kidney to give you arcade money.” Beomgyu appeals to you once more, urging you to give up.

“Fine!” You give a huge sigh, finally handing over the gun sadly. “I just really wanted it.” 

“Why? We have a million teddy bears at home.” 

“I know but I wanted that one.” You pout, moving a finger across his chest coyly. “Can you try to win it for me?”

“Babe–”

“Pretty, please.” You turn on the puppy-dog eyes that you know have been very effective on him in the past.

He sighs, looking defeated. “You know I would do anything for you.” 

“Yes! Works every time.” You congratulate yourself, preparing to watch your pacifist boyfriend flounder just like you did, but planning to enjoy anyway. 

Except he doesn’t. To your absolute shock, Beomgyu clears the game on the first try. 

“Wow, you’re really good at this.” You clap, amazed, and give him a big hug. “When did you learn this?”

“Oh. I used to play this game a lot as a kid.” Funnily enough, you feel like you’ve watched him do this before. Maybe it was in one of your prince dreams…

“See? And you didn’t become a violent psychopath. You were worrying for nothing.” You tease him, holding your hard-earned teddy bear up and giddily spinning around with it. 

“Excuse me.” A small voice calls out, halting your merriment and you look down to see the most adorable child tugging at your skirt. Well, you see a blurry, double vision of an adorable child as your poor brain tries to recover from the celebratory spinning. 

“Oh, hello. Aren’t you just the cutest thing?” You gush. “What’s your name?” 

“Ben.” He says, and Beomgyu gasps, equally as dramatic as you. “Well, that is just the cutest name ever.” 

“Thank you.” Ben plays with his fingers and swings shyly from one foot to the other. 

“Are you lost, Ben?” Beomgyu asks, getting down to his knees in front of the child. “Where is your mommy?” 

The child points off somewhere.

“Do you want us to take you to her?” You ask, but he shakes his head. “No. I just wanted to say that… that I like your bear and and–can we trade? You can have my toy instead!” He presents you with a small bright orange and yellow toy truck.  

“Aw, you cheeky little thing.” Beomgyu tuts, “That is very generous, but I just won this for the pretty lady and I think she wants to keep itt.” 

You do. You really want to keep it. But Ben looks so disappointed at hearing that, that you don’t have the heart to refuse him for long. 

“That’s okay, Gyu. He can have it.” You intervene, and Beomgyu raises an eyebrow at you skeptically. “Are you sure? You made such a fuss about it.” 

You shoot him a glare. “I know but he’s a kid and he wants it.” 

“The way you were acting earlier, one could’ve easily mistaken you for a kid too.” He mumbles and you smack the back of his head in indignation. “Hey!” 

The sound of Ben’s purely ecstatic laughter at what you did grabs both your attention and prevents you from further squabbling. 

“You like seeing me smack the stupid man?” You raise your hand towards Beomgyu threateningly and he cowers dramatically. “I stand corrected. I shouldn’t have been worrying about kids learning violence from games when they can just learn it from people like you.” 

“Aw, you wound me, baby.” You let your hand down to smooth down his hair affectionately. “This is just a tried and true discipline technique. I’ll show you more when we get home.” You give him a wink and he blushes. 

“Alright, let’s take you to your mum.” You announce to the kid, handing him the toy bear and giggling at the way he struggles to walk while holding the giant thing. 

When you’re within sight of his mother, she calls out, relieved. “Ben! There you are!” She runs to hug him. Or tries to hug him but she can’t really with the stuffed animal in the way. “Where did you get that teddy bear from?”

“We gave it to him.” You explained happily and she gasps, turning to scold him. “Did you ask them to give it to you? You know I told you you to stop doing that. It’s not polite—He’s always asking strangers for things, pretending to be all cute and innocent to swindle people out of their belongings. It’s really not nice… or safe!” She explains to you, before turning back to her son. “Now give the bear back to the nice couple.” 

“But I don’t wanna!” He throws a tantrum, and you and Beomgyu exchange an amused look. 

So the little rascal was playing you. Well done. 

“That’s fine. He can keep it.” You tell his mum, but she won’t hear it. “Not, it’s not. You don’t have to–”

“We want to.” You reassure her, and Ben looks at his mother expectantly, his little face praying that she’d allow him to keep the bear and she sighs. “Fine. Though you’re only enforcing bad habits.” She gives you both a stern look and Beomgyu gives a small apologetic bow. “We’re sorry, ma’am.” 

You fight to contain your giggles as she turns to her son. “What do we say, Ben?”

“Thank you!” He chirps happily. 

“You’re welcome.” You both laugh. “Enjoy it.”

“I will!”  

“See you, Ben.” Beomgyu crouches down to say goodbye to him, raising his hand up so Ben can give him a high five, which he does enthusiastically.  

“Bye.” You wave goodbye to Ben and his mum, walking away with Beomgyu. 

Seeing how sweet Beomgyu was with Ben… how naturally he acted and how at ease the kid was with him… it made you yearn for things you can’t have. It made you want to have that–to have a child that is yours and Beomgyu’s. But you can’t ask him that of him, not after what he told you, not for a while, at least. 

Too preoccupied with the thoughts, you don’t think to hide them from Beomgyu, and he quickly notices the shift in your mood. 

“What?” Beomgyy asks, and you look at him in confusion, so he explains, “You’ve been quiet for a while.”

“Oh.” You blink away the tears from your eyes, not even having realized they had gathered there, silently fighting against the weird emptiness that seeing him interacting with the child has opened up in you. “Nothing. I'm just suddenly really tired. Let's go home."

You can tell he doesn’t buy your excuse. “Did you want the bear? You know you could’ve said–”

“No. No. It’s not that, really. I just…” You trail off and a look of realization comes over his face. You quickly add on, “Beomgyu, it’s really nothing. Let’s just go home, okay?” 

Still, he doesn’t believe it. But he gathers you in his arms anyway and gives you a sweet peck on the lips. “Okay.”

He’ll always give you what you want. 

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“You can be so good to me. Why do you have to be such an ass sometimes?” You murmur against his lips.

“I just can’t afford to lose you–ah–” He trails off in a moan as you continue to ride him. 

"You really will do anything to keep me, huh?" You clench around him, making him automatically buck under you. “Ah-ah-ah, I said no moving, baby.” 

"Yes, darling.” His hands fist at the sheets in an effort to keep his body from reacting to the way you’re fucking him so tortuously. 

“Call me princess. I liked it when you did that.” 

“Baby…” He protests, and you move your hands up his torso to brush your thumbs across his nipples before you bend down and lick one. “Come on, my prince, you said you’ll do anything for me.” 

“Yes, princess.” You could practically feel his cock twitching inside you as you let go of his nipple with a pop to sit back and properly ride him, really quickening your pace to reward him for his compliance. 

It’s so easy to get Beomgyu to do what you want. He’ll bend over backwards to keep you happy. He just gets too in his head sometimes and starts getting paranoid so you need to shut his brain down. 

And shut down it is, right now. He’s entirely under your mercy, laying down for you to ravage him and loving every second of it. “Oh god. Close, princess. So close.” 

“Don’t cum yet.” 

“Please, I can’t.” He croaks. Oh, how you love to see him struggle. It’s like a drug to you, seeing how much he needs you. 

“Hold it.” You pant, bouncing on top of him, intent to push him right to the edge, and when you feel like he’s about to fall over it, you quickly get off him, his red cock smacking against his tummy, dribbling precum as it twitches from the denial. 

“Fuck… fuck…” Beomgyu curses, his body entirely wound up from the pent up frustration and lust. 

"Shhh." You hush him with a kiss that he hungrily reciprocates, the wet sounds of lips and tongues meeting echoing around the room. When you pull back his lips are shiny with spit and his eyes are drowning with need. But he never reaches out for you, never tries to take what he wants. Your pretty prince. 

You lean forward to open up the bedside table, taking out your vibrator. Beomgyu stares, wide-eyed, as you grab his cock and sink down on it once again. But this time instead of riding him, you swivel your hips around and turn on the vibrator, pressing it to your clit.

“Oh, you’re going to kill me.” He groans, squirming under you as the vibrations and the way your cunt is clenching around him build his high up once again..

"No cumming until I do." You order, and he’s unable to keep his hands to himself anymore, choosing instead to grab at your thighs, his body needing to latch onto yours–just holding onto you to keep him tethered, never forcing you to give him more no matter how much he wants it. 

"I don’t know if I can hold it.” 

"You will. Or do you need me to put a cock ring on you?" You threaten, but the small involuntary thrust of his hips surprise you. “Oh, you would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I like anything you do to me.” He confesses, making your skin tingle. 

You grind on him faster, moving the vibrator up and down your slit, feeling your release looming near. 

“Oh my fucking god, princess, please.” 

"What is it, baby?” You gasp, thighs starting to spasm from the impending orgasm. “You wanna cum?"

"Uh-huh." He whimpers pitifully like a dog begging for his master to reward him. “You know, I do.” 

Of course, you do. It’s so obvious, he’s practically on the verge of crying, but it’s always so fun to tease him about it. 

"But I thought you said you'd let me do whatever I wanted to you, and I like keeping you on the edge. Love seeing you go all dumb for my pussy." You pout, acting like you’re upset and he eats it all up. 

"I’m sorry… I just need it." He cries, head thrown back and his nails digging into your skin. "Close–so close–please–oh god, please—"

“Cum for me, gyu. Fill me up.” You finally have mercy on him, taking the vibrator away as your pussy clenches around him, milking him of his seed as you hurl over the edge. 

“Yes—oh, princess–ahhh–” He holds your hips and ruts up into you, releasing his cum inside you and filling you up just like you wanted. 

It takes you both a while to come down from your orgasms, the delayed gratification bringing out a very intense high. But when you do, he pulls you down to him, wrapping you safely in his arms. 

“I’m sorry for being so crazy lately. I just love you so much.” He presses a kiss against your damp forehead. 

“I know, baby. I love you too.” You reciprocate fully, but as the high wears off, doubt starts to set back in. “But you can’t keep acting that way. I am not going to cheat on you with Taehyun and it hurts me that you would even doubt that.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just… my ex. She–”

“Let me guess, cheated on you.” You roll your eyes, not meaning to diminish his pain but you just hate his ex so much. “But baby, I’m not her. I love you. Only you.” 

“I know, but… it would just make me feel better if you didn’t talk to him.” 

“He’s my co-worker, I have to talk to him.” 

“Plenty of people don’t talk to their co-workers. In fact plenty of people maintain a very healthy mutual animosity with their coworkers. I think you should try that.” 

“Beomgyu.” You deadpan, exasperation clear in your tone. 

“Fine. I’ll try to tone it down.” 

“Thank you. I really don’t want to… lose you.” 

He frowns, pushing you back so he can fully see your face. “You won’t. You will never lose me.” He says it with absolute certainty, and maybe his promise was meant to sound reassuring, but something about the way he said it makes you shiver. 

“Are you cold, baby?” He asks, concerned. 

“I… I guess.” 

“Come here.” He pulls you down into his arms, wrapping you up in that warm embrace that seems to always make you forget about all the wrong he’s done. When you’re in his arms, it’s like the world slips away and it’s just you and him and the love you have for each other. None of those troubling thoughts can reach you here, none of the doubts. 

Just you and him. Forever. 

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“Don’t talk to her that way.” Beomgyu snarls at Taehyun, looking like he is going to spring forward and attack him but you hold onto him tightly.  

“Beomgyu, stay. Let me talk to him alone.” You whisper to him but he shakes his head. “No.” 

You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. “Come on, Beomgyu, we had a deal. Anything you want after, just let me talk to him.” 

He throws a hateful look towards Taehyun, obviously not happy with what’s happening, before he looks back at you and pulls you into a sudden kiss. Your hands shoot up to his chest, trying to push him away but his own hands hold onto you, one grabbing the back of your head and the other squeezing your ass. 

“My lord, this is not proper.” You hear someone reprimand, making you flush with humiliation and reminding you that you have more than one witness to Beomgyu’s mortifying display of ownership over you. 

“I can still taste my cock on your tongue, princess.” Beomgyu says loudly enough for Taehyun to hear before finally letting you pull away, ignoring your incensed look in favor of smirking at Taehyun. You follow his gaze to find that Taehyun looks to be seconds away from exploding. 

“Fucking stay here.” You grit out at Beomgyu, your outrage giving you the strength you need to make your way towards Taehyun without trembling anymore. 

“Is this what you left me for? Just to go back to being treated like a piece of meat?” Taehyun denounces in disgust once you’re standing in front of him. 

Left him for? What?

It is at that moment that you wake up from your dream, filled with feelings of shame, disgust and guilt. 

Now what could this mean? If Taehyun is right and your dreams are meant to express your discomfort with the way Beomgyu is treating you, then why are you dreaming that you and Taehyun were together? Are you completely overthinking this? Is it just weird dream happenstance? 

You mean, it did mirror what happened earlier with Beomgyu kissing you in front of everyone so maybe that’s what your mind was going for and it just started acting wonky the way brains on dreams do. 

But why, as always, does it feel so devastatingly real? Why do you still feel like you’ve betrayed Taehyun somehow? 

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A/N: our dear old crazy possessive beomgyu ❤️😂

[the-stage-manager]

5 Headcanons of Astarion's Most Gremlin Behaviors

1. When he wants physical affection, instead of asking for it, he "hints" at it: Dramatic sighing that gets louder the more you ignore it; Tossing and turning in bed claiming he "can't get comfortable" until you finally give in and physically restrain hold him; sometimes he will simply sit in your lap, usually at the most inconvenient times, blocking whatever it is that you are doing until he receives the desired amount of affection. And he wants a lot of affection. Or rather, he wants body heat. Which you have and he does not. He's a leech. A cold, cold leech.

2. Your belongings are conveniently also his belongings: He will steal your clothes, and your makeup, and your jewelry and wear them himself. If there's an outfit that he's particularly fond of, he will abscond with it, and stick it in his closet. It's his now, unfortunately.

3. Astarion is going to get blood on everything you own. For fucks sake, who lets food dribble out of their mouth and get all over their hands like that? Astarion's a messy eater—he probably wears the blood all over his face like a badge of honor. He's going to drip blood all over the floor, and leave bloody handprints all over the counter, the table, and anything else he touches.

4. Watching you sleep/waking you up in the middle of the day when he's bored. He only needs to trance for four hours minimum. What is he supposed to do with himself for those other four hours while he waits for you to wake up? Do something productive? Unlikely. God help you if you wake up in the middle of the night to pee: "Thank the gods, you're finally awake! I was just thinking..." Good luck trying to get back to sleep while he talks your ear off. If he gets really bored, he'll wake you up, either intentionally or because he's getting into something he shouldn't. This is cat behavior, right here.

5. Astarion is messy. Have you seen his tent? He doesn't put things back where they belong—he doesn't put books back on bookshelves or dishes in the sink. He leaves his dirty socks everywhere. He's also a bit of a hoarder, collecting (stealing) anything that catches his eye and stashing it away in your home the way a squirrel stashes nuts. He's not used to being allowed to have things, so he often hides his trinkets away in places he thinks no one will look—you find rings in your shoes and necklaces in your coat pockets and gold coins tucked away in the cereal box.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - ninety-one | it was the locking of the jail cell for me

You wondered why your chest seemed so heavy and opened your eyes. The blurriness of sleep cleared after blinking a few times, and you accidentally looked into the sun as it came through the window.

“Fuck…” you whispered.

You tried to roll over to escape it and found yourself immobilized by five kilos* of cat, all of which were staring right into your eyes.

“Good morning, Byeol.”

She slow-blinked and purred like an engine, making you chuckle. 

Well, now you couldn't get up. You were a cat bed and that was your lot in life until you died. If only all humanity could be as blessed as you were. Fortunately you didn’t have to pee, so you could comfortably be a bed for a while. You looked up at the ceiling as you petted Byeol, thinking about what happened the day before.

You just… could not believe that any of what you did actually worked. You were equal parts in awe of your own genius and fucking surprised that you had managed to get the confession. You wondered, in what measure, you should praise your intelligence vs. Byungchul’s stupidity. You supposed that criminals of his ilk had to be at least a little stupid, otherwise they wouldn’t commit the crimes they did.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw your phone light up with a message.

You closed your phone and went back to your thoughts. 

Aside from being proud and surprised, you were also, if you could stand to admit in the privacy of your own mind - which you absolutely could - dazzled by San’s heroic leap to your rescue. Sure, you were a strong, independent streamer who doesn’t need no man…

But you couldn’t deny that watching your cute friend run over to fight a bad guy for you kind of made you want a man. 

One man.

A particular man.

That man.

Him. You wanted him in particular.

Maybe you were so used to having to fight for Yeosang for so many years, but you suddenly understood the whole appeal of someone gallantly whooshing in and fighting in your stead. 

Like Tuxedo Mask, but actually effective.

…It was really hot.

You looked down at Byeol and pet her face as you whispered, “Your papa’s pretty cool, huh? Why didn’t you tell me about how cool he was?”

“Who’s cool?”

You froze for a second and looked over to where the voice had come from. 

A sleepy Yunho stood in the doorway of his room and rubbed his hand over his face.

“Uh, you and Woo were cool.” Byeol jumped away in anticipation of food and you were finally able to sit up. “Very good wingmen. I think you both have a future in spy work.”

He smiled and walked over to the coffee maker. “Maybe I’ll play one in a drama next. That was probably good experience for it.”

You chuckled. “Probably.”

“Hey,” San said as he exited his room. “How’d you sleep?”

“Pretty good, actually. Seeing one’s stalker walked over to a jail cell and locked inside for the night really does something for one’s stress levels.”

He smiled. “Do you want breakfast?”

“You can cook?”

“Hey--”

You held up your hands in surrender and laughed. “Every time I come over we order takeaway.”

Yunho filled a mug with coffee and turned around. “I can make pancakes.”

You smiled. “Oh, that’s--”

“He can make slightly cooked batter. Don’t let him fool you.” San said as he opened the fridge to look for ingredients.

“Hey! I’ve improved since then.”

San stood up straight. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He narrowed his eyes and grilled Yunho for a moment.

“Okay, I haven’t made pancakes since then. But if I did, they’d come out better this time.”

San laughed as he pulled the carton of eggs out of the fridge and put it on the counter along with the milk. “Do you know where we keep the flour?”

Yunho took this as a challenge: did he know where they kept something he never used? He put his coffee mug down and turned towards the counter, surveying it.

San looked at you for a second and you raised your eyebrows at him, he smiled and turned back to Yunho, arms folded over his chest. Yunho continued to look at the counter and cabinets, seemingly thinking about what was inside each one, or perhaps, trying to remember what was in each one. He pointed at each cabinet door as he went through the possible items in his head. Finally, after a few minutes, he tapped one of the doors. 

“It’s in this one.”

San nodded. 

“I’m right?”

“Go ahead and open it.”

Yunho smiled and opened it, finding various bags of snacks instead.

You and San both tried to suppress your laughter.

“This is your snack cabinet, why would I know what’s in it?”

“Didn’t you know it was my snack cabinet though?” San asked with a laugh. 

“I forgot which one it was.” As if to add insult, a bag of popcorn fell out of the cabinet and hit him in the cheek before it fell onto the counter.

San walked to the counter and opened a cabinet door two doors over from the one Yunho had opened and took the flour out.

“I’ll teach you how to make pancakes, big guy.”

Yunho frowned. 

“Put my popcorn back.”

He did as he was told and waited while San pulled up a recipe on his phone.

You saw your phone light up; it had better not be Yeosang again.

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[lefaystrent]

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides

Summary: Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

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Patton can't quite figure out how he ended up here.

Well, he knows he's in his apartment. He had saved up for months just to afford the deposit. And the landlord had been so sweet to take a chance on him with his credit, or lack thereof. Now he has a space of his own, a one bedroom with hardwood floors he can slip and slide on socked feet. He can go to the fridge when he wants and not be yelled at for eating the food or drinking the water.

And sometimes! Sometimes a black and white kitty cat roams the front steps. Patton's fairly certain it belongs to one of the neighbors, and she wears a collar. He's not supposed to pet cats because of his allergies, but he likes to let her rub her sides against his pants leg while he talks to her. It's nice because she doesn't tell him to shut up or tell him he's stupid or call him ungrateful.

This apartment is his new chance at life. A slice of freedom. And he's proud of it.

But then one night, three men break into his apartment. They probably think he isn't there because there is no vehicle parked in his one assigned spot. Owning a car seems light-years away in terms of money. It's not like he really needs one either! He has a bus pass and two legs to walk on!

Regardless, the three men break into his apartment, picking the locked front door, and they come in uninvited to see his apartment that he is very proud of.

His apartment that has no furniture.

"What the fuck?" Patton hears one of them say. As soon as he heard them picking the lock, he panicked and cowered behind the bedroom door. He huddles now on the other side, peeking out the crack and scared that closing it will make too much noise.

"Is this one empty?" another asks. They walk into the center of the small living area. It's an open space that melds into the kitchen, separated only by a short island counter.

"No, I've seen a guy coming in and out. Someone's been living here."

"Maybe they just moved out?"

"No, I just saw him earlier today. There haven't been any moving vans."

"Uh, bedroom then?"

"Oh God," Patton shudders in fright. He knows he's not supposed to think the worst in people, but these guys came in without permission with clearly bad intentions. What if they are looking for him? What if they want to hurt him? Or kidnap him? They had obviously been watching him for some time.

"Maybe. Let's check it out."

Terror slams into him. He throws himself away from the door and spins in the middle of the bedroom, searching for any place to hide. But there isn't one. There are no curtains, no bed to crawl under. There is a blanket on the floor with a pillow. He's been saving up for an air mattress as his next goal. He's been looking forward to sleeping on something somewhat soft.

The tiny closet has no room to hold him, and the window jams up nine times out of ten. They'll hear him if he attempts pushing the pane up and–

The door creaks as it sways open. Three men stare at a scattered-brain mess.

"Oh shit, he's here!"

"I thought you said he left!"

"I thought he did!"

Patton can't take it anymore. He throws up his hands and screams, "Please don't kill me! I can give you my wallet. There's not much in there, I'm sorry. Just please don't kill me!"

"Dude, is that where you sleep?" one of them gestures to the blanket pile on the floor.

Sniffling back tears, Patton responds, "Do you want my blankets? You can have them."

"Do you seriously live here, or are you squatting?" another says. He's wearing a hat. It's a very nice hat and Patton would tell him so if he wasn't about to pee his pants.

"I live here....it's my apartment."

"There's no shame if you're squatting. We won't tell anyone. Do what you gotta do."

A hysterical giggle tumbles out his lips. Patton shakes his head hard enough to give himself whiplash. "No, it's my place, I pay for it, I swear."

"You mean you live like this?" This one wears a dark hooded jacket, hood up.

"Y-yeah?" Patton stammers. He can't understand why they're so hung up on where he lives.

"This is..." the third one strokes his mustache, "Yeah, I can't even make fun of this. This is just sad."

"Do you have food in your fridge?" the hat guy demands. "Please tell me you at least have food in your fridge."

"Uh....uh... yes? Are you hungry?"

In answer, the hat guy strides with angry purpose into the kitchen. Patton can't see him from this angle anymore, but he hears the fridge open.

"There's literally only spaghetti in here!"

"It's...it's cheap to make." Patton doesn't know why he's explaining himself. Had he known that three men were going to break into his apartment, should he have prepared better meals for them?

"Can I have some?" the guy with the mustache asks, only to be cuffed by the hoodie guy.

"Dude, not the issue here."

"Why is there only pasta?!! Why don't you have any tables or TVs or a fucking bed?!!!"

The hat guy had gone past the boiling point. He hollers and slams cabinet doors like no tomorrow. Patton flinches and remembers too vividly of the atmosphere before the apartment. Before he was safe.

"I'm sorry," Patton defaults to how he's supposed to respond. He has been bad and he has to make amends. The tears overflow now and he can't get his shaking hands to wipe the wet streaks away. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh shit, he's breaking. Virge, do something?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do?! I am not mentally equipped for this!"

"Janny!!"

The hat guy comes whirling back with all the fury of a storm. His shoulders heave. A gloved finger points straight at Patton.

"You!" he roars. Well, it's more like a hiss, but it sounds like a roar to Patton's sensitive ears.

"I'm sorry!"

"You have nothing to apologize for! Obviously, society has let you down. This is unforgivable. Deplorable! You deserve better than this."

"I do?" Patton questions, glasses askew and eyes wide.

"Yes. Come boys, we're leaving."

"Wait, why? Where?" Virge exclaims, waving his hands back and forth at everything and nothing at all. "What are we doing? This isn't the plan."

"New plan! Operation Do-It-Ourselves commences now."

And that is how Patton finds himself standing outside his apartment the next morning watching the three theives from last night moving furniture into his apartment.

He doesn't question if the furniture is stolen. He doesn't ask why they're going through so much trouble. He doesn't ever call the police.

He watches them bicker as they wedge a sofa through the door. He mumbles an answer when they politely ask him which wall he wants it pushed against. He eats the breakfast sandwiches that they brought him, and he feels like he's having an out of body experience.

Janus, the hat guy, directs the other two with confident authority. Virgil, the hoodie-clad one, fills up the fridge with groceries. Remus, the man with the mustache, shoves a mattress into the bedroom.

"What's happening?" Patton mutters to himself later. He thinks he's being quiet enough, but Remus hears him and throws an arm over his shoulder.

"Janus has adopted you. This is how it starts. It's best to just go with it."

Sweet, adorable, mild-tempered Patton who's just beginning to come out of his shell and learn that the world maybe does not in fact hate him for being born... has now been taken under the wings of some well-meaning criminals.

[myloveforhergoeson]

minnesota

a non-exhaustive list (trust me i have way more) of hcs about the btrtv boys' lives pre-canon as inspired by @partiallypearl 's post here. mostly a mix of things i think fit them, wrote about in my fic, or are briefly touched upon in the show's true canon and never expanded on :)

carlos is super into animals; has a feeder outside his window so he can watch all the different birds from the forest each morning before he goes to school! his family has a large, playful dalmatian puppy named missy he walks in the mornings at the local park

james and carlos were the only two to participate in a sport other than hockey during the summer time - the two of them played flag football in the park ^

the boys all met at a pee wee hockey meet when they were four and they were placed by chance on the same team; they've played every position + have settled into their roles by the time they make the varsity team in high school

kendall is the youngest varsity hockey captain their school has ever had

on top of hockey, logan is in nearly every club imaginable to make sure his med school applications look good - he's running from AV club to chess club to the future doctors of america club to dnd club . his afterschool days are fully booked up, making it hard to spend time with his friends outside of hockey

james participates in local + high school theater as a way to curb his wannabe ways and not annoy his friends about it too much. started with strictly wanting to be an actor until his voice dropped + he realized he could sing in his last year of middle school

^ carlos, kendall, and logan helped him break into the musical world by joining freshman choir. everyone but james hated it.

^^ the choir and drama clubs teamed up that year and all four of them had to be in a production of grease :)

if he's not at hockey, kendall can usually be found either at work or watching his little sister <3

the knight's house is the unofficial official hang out spot for all of the guys. it's littered with remanence of all four boys from logan's med school fliers on the counter, james' beauty products in the guest bathroom, kendall's family photos from his best games + katie's big achievements, and carlos' sports equipment hung up by the backdoor

one of the other guys on the hockey team teaches james how to drive but his mother won't let him take the test to get his license

logan's moms don't call him hortense. they also call him logan.

the mitchell family has a cat named hippocrates <3

carlos + logan would always hunt for crawdads in the local rivers during the summer; carlos thought they were cool and logan wanted to study them

despite being only children, logan and james never actually felt that they were

carlos has three older sisters!!!!!!

of the four, carlos is the oldest, than james, then kendall, with logan being the "baby"

winning hockey games is usually celebrated by the team at a local pizza place, but the boys go out of their way to go there if another one of them succeeds in an area outside of sports to celebrate, like scoring well on a super hard test or getting a major role in a theater production!

that's all for now, but if you liked these, this is a not so cheeky spon for my fic that's all the wrote... if you don't want to read the whole thing, chapter 28 takes place in Minnesota + can be read as a one shot with sections special for each of the guys <3 lmk what you think if you read <3