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Legends of Myriad: Arc One - Chapter 25: The Determined Soldier

For a night that had been marked by the fiercest glass storm Eternity had had in some years, the morning came on nimble feet, white sun smothering the city and insects chirruping in the flower boxes. Patches of puddles and damp dust were the only remnants left as the warmth slowly erased any evidence of the elemental chaos.

“Bet the cleanup crews will have a mighty job on their hands,” Cas commented, sipping the last of her tea and rinsing the mug in the sink. “Don’t think there’s been a storm that powerful in a fair while.”

“Must’ve missed it,” Rhena shrugged. She shovelled another spoonful of cereal into her mouth and blinked at Cas’s lifted eyebrow. “What?”

“How you didn’t hear two hundred tons of glass smashing down on the barrier in the space of a few hours and a thunderstorm to boot, I will never know.”

“Slept through worse.”

At the faint pad of bare feet joining them, Cas retrieved a set of cutlery from the drawer. “Good morning, Alek. Did you sleep well?”

“Once the storm died down,” he responded. “Are they usually like that?”

“We haven’t had one that bad in years and hopefully won’t again for some time,” Cas said. “Oh, here.” She handed him an empty bowl and encouraged him to take a seat at the table, trays arranged neatly in the centre and overflowing with pastries and bread rolls of varying varieties. “Grab whatever you want.”

“Your phone thing rung a few times,” Rhena told him, motioning to the countertop where Alek’s tablet lay beside the chopping boards. As though it heard her, it vibrated and trilled against the scratched worktop. “And there it goes again.”

“Sorry,” Alek said as he scooped it up off the side. “I’ll take this in the other room.”

Juggling a bowl of seeded slices and pastry rolls in one hand and his tablet in the other, he hurried into the sitting room, nudging the door closed with his hip and answering the call with a jabbed swipe.

“Where have you been?” Professor Spark demanded. The signal peaked and dropped and his usually level voice crackled within the struggling transmission until it established a clear connection.

“Sleeping,” the student replied, sinking into the heap of cushions on the armchair. “Not all of us have the luxury of a three hundred year nap.”

“This is not time for jokes. There has been a breakthrough with our research which may bring us closer to waking The Core.”

Alek carefully balanced the tablet on his legs and savoured the aroma of the buttery pastry as he tugged at the gooey, cheese-covered morsel and popped it into his mouth. An assortment of garlic and spices accompanied the bite, mingling on his tastebuds in a delectable waltz.

“Alek?”

“I’m still here.” He set the distracting bowl aside and wiped his fingers clean of the flaky specks. “What do you need me to do, professor?”

“I require a vial of untainted temporal essence from metal bugs known as laycrawlers. They sleep beneath the sands of Eternity, but I can provide you the locations of a few hives close by.”

“Is it easy to get, or does it need something specific?”

“Use a tearing spell to extract the essence, but please be precise. A complex enchantment holds those frightful creatures in a deep slumber. If they wake, the stars above only know what havoc they could unleash.”

“Frightful creatures?” Alek blurted. “I thought you said they were bugs.”

“Oh, they are, but they… well, let us just say they more than make up for their size.”

A restless prickle crept up Alek’s spine and his tongue went dry. Flickers of his ordeal with the last cave creature flashed within his vision, but he blinked it away. The professor wouldn’t assign him the task unless it was crucial to the preservation of Myriad.

“As long as you withdraw the temporal essence slowly, you should be perfectly fine,” Bartholomew promised. “Watch for any spikes in the resting spell and take your time. No other critters dwell near laycrawler hives, so you should not be disturbed.”

Alek cleared the sticky knot from his throat. “Slow and steady,” he said, more to himself than anyone else.

“Precisely. Contact me as soon as you have it.”

“Received and understood.” After reaffirming the dangers of the plan and exchanging a brief farewell, Alek snatched the tablet and his breakfast and traipsed back to the kitchen. Two sets of eyes found him, silent questions weighing on his shoulders.

“Is everything all right?” Cas asked, soap suds covering her hands as she scoured at a piled array of oily pots.

“Professor Spark needs me to find something for him in the caves below Eternity,” Alek said. “It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

With the slightest whiff of an intrepid adventure teasing her nostrils, Rhena’s focus grew sharper, homing in on the charming scent. She spun in her seat and rubbed her greasy fingers on her torn jeans. “I can help. Whatever it is, it’ll be quicker in the car.”

“You have done more than enough,” Alek assured her.

“I wouldn’t keep her away,” Cas chuckled, removing some of the bare bowls from the table and submerging them in the soapy dishwater. “She’ll only follow you out there.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t love my plucky spirit,” Rhena said.

Cas pretended to ruminate, exaggerating her expressions with a curled lip and a scrunched brow until a bright grin pushed at her cheeks. “Just promise to be careful. Both of you. Last thing we need is you both getting hurt.”

* * *

A citrus scented tendril escaped from the simmering tea pot on the stovetop. Cas ran a cloth over the smudges where the steam had painted the windowpanes white and patted on the glass. From the flower boxes outside, a cluster of feathered scavengers scattered into the sky with a flutter and a screech.

“The florist on the corner said that soil should stop the birds from stealing the seeds,” Cas huffed, “but they’re still trying to get at them.” She wandered back over to the table as Rhena finished laying out the map of Azuris and the surrounding lands, pen poised to plan their route.

“Professor Spark advised I head for Ridgebolt Hollow,” Alek said, re-reading the list of instructions.

“That would be here,” the racer murmured as she circled the cavern. “There’s a blister lake right by it, so we won’t be able to take the car too close, but there are some spots where it should be safe.” Muttering to herself, she meticulously charted looping tracks and noted risky zones. The outline of roads became a chaotic canvas of symbols and scrawled warnings, forming a trail that extended all the way to the capital.

Cas scratched at a patch of dry skin on her arm and cradled her elbow. “Would it not make more sense to go around that pass?” she suggested, nail tapping the canyon in question. “Azuris authorities have reported multiple bandit strikes hijacking vehicles and taking hostages.”

“Ah. That’s true.” A series of contemplative hums warbled behind Rhena’s pursed lips and she scribbled out a length of road. “We also have scorch spots near there, so we may have to bypass that completely and head to the steeper dunes. It’ll take longer to reach the hollow, but we should still get there and back before nightfall.”

“I’d avoid the north-east trail too. They’re swarming with Sand Tails this time of year.”

With a thoughtful mutter, Rhena marked off the right sector of the map and tapped the capped end of the pen to her chin. The perils that lingered beyond the city barrier eliminated multiple convenient options, narrowing them down until only one route out of the capital remained. “Okay, we’ll head out the western gate and take the road down here…” She traced a fluid line along curved courses, and wound it slowly towards Ridgebolt. “If we get into any trouble at the pass, we can travel north for a bit, so we have a backup track for this stretch. That should lead us straight to the caves in the east. There is every possibility we could encounter a few bumps during the dune tract, but if we’re quick, we should avoid the worst of it.”

“That will also save you some time if you have to go round the valley,” Cas pointed out.

They discussed other potential routes and Alek understood only odd pieces of the conversation, but he opted to hold his curiosity and let them plan without interruption. His hosts would safeguard him from the most treacherous parts of Eternity; that much he was certain of.

“I’ll make a list of supplies,” Cas said, tearing a loose piece of paper from her notepad and selecting a pen from the pile.

“I have my magic too,” Alek offered. “It should provide some form of defence.”

“Even against dust worms?” Rhena asked.

“What’s a dust worm?”

Rhena’s eyes transformed into a foreboding storm, and every shred of cheerfulness in her disappeared. “Dust worms are terrifying beasts that linger beneath the sand. Monstrous creatures, bigger than cities, spines down their backs that spit out toxins and so many layers of teeth you can’t see them all unless you’re inside its mouth. They’re so quick that by the time you’ve thought to run, it’s already got you.” Just as the horrifying image began to unfold, a prod to her arm cut it short, and she rubbed at the poked spot with a grumble.

“Quit scaring him,” Cas reprimanded. “He has had enough frights.”

“The worms don’t actually exist,” Rhena assured Alek, the mischievous glint returning. “They’re only tales to stop folk from venturing out without proper knowledge of how to cross the terrain.”

“A cautionary tale some of us take far too much pleasure in telling,” Cas remarked, her glance at her partner laced with a subtle scolding.

“Can you imagine if they were real, though? Admit it, a beast of the scale would be pretty cool.”

“Yeah, in the seconds before it started destroying cities and killing people.” Cas snatched her jacket from the hook and her keys from the bowl. “If you’ve finished terrifying the poor lad, I’ll get the supplies. Shouldn’t be too long. Don’t you go telling him more horror stories.”

“I won’t,” Rhena promised, holding her hands up in an apologetic surrender.

Cas directed a pleading look at her before she departed, and as the side door closed with a soft click, the whirring hum of the ventilation filled the otherwise quiet kitchen.

“Since the gateways opened, she has refused to talk about stuff like that,” Rhena explained. Alek’s eyes bore into her, full of concern, but she ignored the restrained questions and busied herself with clearing away the map. “People began talking about creatures coming through and terrifying things, and I’ve tried telling her it’s not going to happen again but… this is how it all started last time.”

“Last time?” Alek asked.

“Azuris came under attack from a creature out in the sands about eight years back. Not a dust worm, but it was big enough to break our shields. We managed to subdue it and get it far from the city, but our former leader was so shaken he introduced laws that allowed the guards to bring down anything that moved in the dunes. Only he made a mistake. He ended up killing a family who were travelling home, ordering his soldiers to shoot into the dust cloud, thinking it was another monster. None of them survived.”

Alek’s breath escaped his lips in a solemn exhale. He stood frozen, captivated and waiting for Rhena to proceed with her unfortunate recollection.

“Their loved ones were devastated, speaking out about how they’d called in their position and confirmed their licence to the gate towers, so there was no reason to fire at them,” she continued. “It was a horrid mess, nobody got any straightforward answers, and our leader coldly declared that some will die for a greater cause. Later on, we found out that he had been illegally hunting and killed the first creature’s entire clutch. It followed him back here and attacked. He tried to cover it up by claiming all sorts of superstitious nonsense was involved. For some, it was enough of an explanation and they believed him, taking matters to rather nasty extremes.”

“Was that what caused the rebellion?”

Halting in clearing up the table, Rhena pressed her palms into the scraped wood and nodded, jaw tensing and throat bobbing with a hard swallow. “Those that rejected his lies got angry, and that anger spread, didn’t contain itself to Azuris. By the end, it generated such chaos. Eternity has always prided itself on its hospitality and its kindness, and all it took to break that was a single person.”

Alek slumped against the countertop, the heaviness of her story weighing down on his soul. That hopelessness was a familiar friend, and he knew the consequences of a corrupt authority better than most his age. One word, a tiny thought, and…

He coughed and straightened up, uncrossing his arms. That time was over, for both Solgarde and Eternity, and hope would prosper anew. “When dark clouds descend, breathe in your strength to blow them away,” Alek said, repeating the words of a Sunbreak captain he had once had the privilege to meet during class. “When darkness falls, we must be a beacon. The sun will always rise again.”

He turned his gaze towards his host, his youthful eyes brimming with faith.

Rhena sensed the warmth of hope radiating from him, as if he carried an unshakable belief that dark times do not remain forever. That good would undoubtedly prevail. “The sun will always rise,” she affirmed, with a smile that mirrored his own calming optimism. “I’m sorry if I scared you with the dust worm stuff.”

“It’s all right,” Alek assured her. “You were only teasing.”

“Could your magic take down a monster?” she asked.

“Depends on the monster. Not all of them are massive, snarling beasts. Some look like you and me.”

“From what you’ve told me, we both know enough about those kinds of monsters,” Rhena sighed, returning the cap to the pen and planting it on top of the compact map. She headed for the door and motioned for him to join her outside on the sheltered driveway. “Didn’t think you were in for a comfy afternoon, did you? Get moving. You can help me with the car.”

* * *

With each passing hour, a delicate crispness permeated the city with the promise of a cool evening and a temperate night. Having endured multiple nights of unbearable heat, Alek eagerly awaited a more comfortable and refreshing sleep. Just one slumber without being jarred awake by the stifling hot weather or the haunting images of the cave creature that hounded his dreams.

As he walked, the paper bag in his arms rustled and bumped. With a steady grip, the contents settled. He and Rhena had almost completed the car repairs before they had encountered a fault, and unable to locate the missing item in the storeroom, they ventured into town to pick it up. Not that he minded. His keen host entertained him with a plethora of amusing fables and responded to all his budding questions while they wandered.

“There used to be a guy who ran that bakery,” she told him with a whimsical grin as they passed the storefront in question. “My mum took me in there every weekend, and he always gave me an extra cookie and a pork roll for my dad. Fed a lot of us during weather spikes too when power went out and people lost all the food in their refrigeration units.”

“I don’t think I’ve been there yet,” Alek said, gazing up at the sapphire and gold logo on the flag.

“Then once this business of yours is done, I’ll take you there. You have got to try the rolled peach pastries. Oh, and the cones. They’re delicious. It’s like wafer with pieces in it, coated in melted chocolate.”

The sugary treats sounded so tempting he was, for a brief second, willing to abandon their task just to glimpse the baked goods. While Solgarde’s feasts and banquets were renowned for their culinary accomplishments, the sweet delicacies of Eternity surpassed anything he had ever tasted. He wanted to absorb everything and bring back a treasure trove of delectable delights to his friends as they exchanged tales of their daring exploits.

The thought of Esther and Oscar spiked in his chest. Although he found much to enjoy in the home of glass, his own home sung to him across the miles, waiting for him to return. One day soon, he told the lamenting melody. I promise.

They navigated the sharp corners and long, dusty stretches of road, and made it to the outskirts. Exiting the last shop on their list, Alek stared at the wreckage of the vector arena on the other side of the street. Some of the shops had suffered minor damage, but remained in good enough condition to continue serving their customers.

“Rhena,” he said, motioning with his elbow to the tumbled stadium as the racer stuffed a tightly wound coil into the paper bag under her arm, “do you mind if I look inside? I’ll only be a few minutes.”

“Sure. I’ll join you.”

Alek hesitated, not wanting to make her uneasy or provoke any painful memories given her previous experience. But she smiled as though the question didn’t need to be asked, assuring him with a sunshine glow that she was okay.

The entrance was littered with debris, but the tunnel stood firm, supporting the archway above. Wilting flowers sunk into the chalky passage and created a decaying path into the arena. More browning petals and snapped stems accompanied the burned out candles and stone offerings. Police tape fluttered, severed and useless against the flood of worshippers who had since abandoned the site, their prayers unanswered and their patience spent.

Tablet in hand, Alek glided it along the pulsating column of light that cut through the centre of the track. The fluctuations had decreased, and the charts displayed a consistent trajectory. Although the readings forecast no more gateway-induced quakes for Eternity, The Core remained dormant, and without a guardian, catastrophe still loomed.

“Everything looking good?” Rhena asked, craning to get a peek at his tablet.

“Seems to be,” Alek answered. He collated the data and sent it to the lab, anxiously hoping that Bartholomew would be able to confirm the status of the gateway soon.

Startled by his guide’s unexpected closeness, he registered her sincere smile and the flicker of doubt in her eyes. “We can leave now. I understand being here is uncomfortable for you.”

“It’s not that,” she said, bristled hints of concern crawling up her throat. “Whenever I’m close to that light, I can hear… something. Sometimes it sounds like words, and other times it’s different.”

“I can’t hear anything,” Alek replied. He strained his ears, hoping to catch whatever Rhena was listening to, but all he discovered was a mechanical churn and an intermittent magic-infused hiss. “Might be the mechanisms or the wind. It is fairly breezy round here.”

Rhena knew he was only trying to calm her mind, to find a logical explanation, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of someone else’s presence, whispering to her through the gateway. Muttering, like a distant conversation in which she could pick up voices but nothing discernible.

“Come on,” Alek said kindly, hoisting the paper bags once more. “Let’s get these parts back. The car won’t fix itself.”

“Too right,” Rhena chuckled. She allowed him to lead her out, but not before she stole a brief look at the pervading ray of light on the odd chance she would detect what it was so eager to tell her.

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arbitrarycategories · 1 year

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Arbi, before I went vegetarian (don’t worry this isn’t one of those posts ok i’m not here to shove my ideology down your throat ok i swear im just a regular dude who fucks with leaves a lil more than regular and damn lets be real ok cheese is fucking phenomenal, but Arbi listen to my point and stop gettin me on tangents here i swear the fucking nerve on some of you people god damn.) before I went vegetarian I loved arbys i fucking loved having a big ol wavy beef and cheddar with the onion bun and just absolutely smothering that bad boy in a gallon of arbys sauce and I know what you’re thinking youre thinking, dude, shoefuck, not original ok ive heard it its really not funny and I agree Arbi i do i really do I assure you i have not arrived upon the threshold to your life for the soul purpose of bringing you misery through poorly conceived attempts at humor. No, instead the reason I find myself before you today is a multi threaded tale of ups and downs the complexity of which rivals the nature of the universe itself. My primary goal was to simply let you know that you have reminded me of a happy time in my life, a time when things were different, not better, simply different, as both of us know change can be at times both things at once or even neither should it so choose. Secondarily, despite the cosmic circumstances of our fateful encounter, I do have a single, and most virtuous request, a request the likes of which has the potential to absolutely rip and tear the fuck out of the validity of capitalism as we know it.

listen Arbi. I need your help. Together were going to dismantle the illusion of an iron grip that the elites have held over our very own people for far too long. They have lied and stole with impunity for their last time on this planet, we will delegitimize their rule, destabilize their support systems and most importantly make a mockery of the ground they stand on and the air they continue to cycle through their leeching lungs. This one has been in the works for ages now Arbi. It may seem like a small initial first step, but so too is the first domino in a game of yahtzee. Arbi I’m sorry, but i need you to say bazinga. Its the only way. Ive connected all the red strings and it all ties back to a singular source Arbi. By simply harvesting bazingas and infusing them with unbridled absurdity we can create a social wave off the back of the big bang theory, which will send out of touch media execs into a scramble as they try to figure out what they did, when the answer is nothing, bug bang did nothing Arbi, it was us. It was the people. And together, in a moment of grand glory we will all realize the power that we hold together. But i cant do it alone arbi. None of us can do it alone. Its up to us. Each and everyone of us arbi. Do it for doki doki literature club. Do it for ecco the dolphin. Perhaps most importantly: do it for knuckles the echnida.

I don’t know anything about those last three things BUT I recognize you from fighting with my friend Yellow, so, just for having the balls to pick a fight with them, here you go:

Bazinga

#this is… amazingly long #how long did this take to type #????#thank you shoefuck #arbitrary answers

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ao3feed-crimeboys · 8 months

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Tommyinnit and A World Of Tragedy!

by TipsyLIVE

"Listen here, you little fuckin' prick," The man seethed through his teeth, leaning in close as his hideous beard hairs brushed along Tommy's face, the poor boys expression contorting in panic and fear as he realized that street bums don't wash their beards as he noticed crumbs tangled in the sorry excuse for facial hair.

"That's just fuckin' gross, dude. Get the fuck offa me, you're getting your beard crumbs all over my sweater."

It was more likely a mutation of hair caused by a radioactive lab explosion that was smothered with grime and cheddar cheese popcorn crisps, but Tommy was too busy dying and giggling at his own witty and hilarious comebacks to think more deeply into that.

Or,

Crack with a plot cuz except I’m super lazy and probably won’t portray this fic how I want to exactly. Basically a Vigilante Tommy +benchtrio AU, classic.

Words: 2769, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Phil Watson | Philza, Technoblade - Character, Wilbur Soot, Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Jshlatt, Jack Manifold, Clay | Dream, GeorgeNotFound, Sapnap (Video Blogging RPF)

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade & Phil Watson | Philza, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Technoblade & Wilbur Soot, Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Ranboo & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF)

Additional Tags: Angst💙, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, crack without a plot kinda, TommyInnit-centric (Video Blogging RPF), Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Sleepy Bois Inc as Found Family, Sleepy Bois Inc Family Fluff, benchtrio fluff, Some angst, TommyInnit Angst (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot and Technoblade are Siblings, Wilbur Soot Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, Protective Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Overprotective Wilbur Soot, Piglin Hybrid Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza Acting as TommyInnit's Parental Figure, Enderman Hybrid Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Protective Toby Smith | Tubbo, Vigilante TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Vigilante Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Vigilante Toby Smith | Tubbo, Hero Phil Watson | Philza, Hero Wilbur Soot, Hero Technoblade, Captain Puffy is a badass police officer, Clay | Dream is So Whipped (Video Blogging RPF), I have no idea what previous tag means but it’s funny so I put it, EVERYONE IS WHIPPED, please don’t be a bad word in AO3 speak💔, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Author Projecting onto TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), The Author Regrets Everything, Author is severely autistic and hyperfixating, Sleepy Boys, funny little superhero fic, enjoy

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wroteclassicaly · 9 months

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Oh my darling! I’m so sorry you’re feeling rubbish right now, the blurb your friend wrote for you about Eddie and Steve is 💯 and exactly what you should have right now. Just cosiness and love and softness and joy. And whatever snacks you’d like too - that’s my next Fairy Godmother training task I think, making the perfect snacks happen for people. Like a cookie that reminds them of the best day they ever had at the beach, or a grilled cheese that makes them feel like they did when they had their first kiss.

Sending you a million hugs, covered in fairy dust.

With love,

From Your Fairy Godmother 💖

You’re literally one of my favorite human beings ever, and I wish I knew you off anon, so I could smother you in love!

But yes, I love the blurb too! Dana is amazing and absolutely wonderful! And omg you’re descriptions, I’m just — you’re making me mushy and melting

And I’m sending some right back! Loads and heaps and beyond!

🥹❤️

#asks #fairy godmother anon 🧚‍♀️🪄

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xkilljxy · 2 years

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@bewixched

Hey Leo my darling!

I know that school and life has been stressful, so for secret Santa this year, I’ve made you this playlist, full of a bunch of really nice chill songs that have always helped to brighten my mood when I’ve felt down, I hope they help you in the same way, and I hope this next year brings you all of your dreams and the magic you bring to everyone else! ❤️❤️❤️ Merry Holiday and enjoy whatever you happen to celebrate!

Way to go, Rockstar!

#secret Santa 2k21 #is this cheese #this is definitely cheese #I’m sorry for smothering you in cheese

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bunny-xoxo · 3 years

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Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

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nagipops · 3 years

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Denji and his s/o babysitting <3

BABY GIRL

FEATURING: denji!

SUMMARY: in which you and your baby-hating boyfriend embark on a secret mission too retrieve a pink plastic spoon.

WARNINGS: profanity, mentions of food

A/N: this is pure crack and chaos and i love it.

The image that came to mind for a “top secret mission” was definitely not the slobbering, babbling lump of a premature human wiggling around in front of you.

“I was expecting something a little more… menacing?”

“Hmph. Who does Aki think he is, assigning us to take care of this buggy caterpillar?”

You clapped a hand onto your boyfriend’s bony shoulder. “Well! Looks like it’s couple bonding day for us!”

“Ow, that hurt!” He swatted your hand away with a sweaty palm before he bashfully averted his gaze. “I… I hate babies. They scare me.”

“Hah! My brave, bold boyfriend… the almighty Chainsaw Man is afraid of mini adults?” You softly grasped his chin with your forefinger and thumb, fixing your eyes into a knowing gaze. “Good to know.”

You heard a grumble from behind you as you knelt down to meet the cooing baby at eye level. “Hello, Aiko, my boyfriend here is a big baby himself, so let’s all get along, alright?”

“Yaya!” The tiny girl waved her chubby arms in a gesture that looked suspiciously like she was pointing at the pouting boy behind you. “Ba-by!”

You flashed Denji a cheeky grin over your shoulder which was met with a dark scowl. “Yes, baby.” Snickering, you scooped the younger, smaller, diapered baby into your arms, lifting her up so she was face to face with the older, larger, hopefully-not-diapered baby. “This is Denji. Can you say Denji?”

“Benchee!” Aiko pressed her chubby little fingers onto your boyfriend’s face, smushing his eyes and nose under her tiny palm.

“Hey! I can’t— Bleh!” He struggled desperately as the baby giggled, mercilessly smacking his face. “Babe, help me out here?”

Chuckling, you pulled her into your chest once again. “Okay, Aiko, why don’t you go to papa’s arms for a little?”

“Papa— hey, if this is gonna be a new thing between us—” He stared in horror at the baby who was suddenly placed in his arms as his shoulders began to tremble. “Uhhhhhhhh…”

“Denji, hold still! Look up!” You centered his stunned face in the middle of your phone screen, snapping a barrage of photos of your bewildered boyfriend with a babbling baby in his arms. “Oh my god, this is adorable.”

“Stop taking— stop taking pictures and help me!” Aiko had begun to attack Denji’s face once again, yet this time, she was wailing like a siren with tears streaming down her chubby baby cheeks. His eyes widened with panic and fear as he frantically searched for something to distract her with. “She’s— shh, shh… don’t cry… (Y/N), she hates me!”

Grabbing what you hoped was her pacifier off of the coffee table in front of you, you tossed it to Denji who fumbled with it in one hand before plugging up the crying baby’s mouth with a pop.

Everyone in the room seemed to deflate at once, including Aiko.

“Ooookay, well, I think it’s time for a snack, because I’m hungry! You’re hungry too, right Denji?”

“No, actually before we came here I ate a slice of toast with—”

“I said, you’re hungry too, right Denji?”

He took one look into your pointed gaze and immediately caught on, bouncing the little girl in his arms. “Oh! Right, we are hungry, so let’s eat!”

Even Aiko seemed to perk up at that.

Denji stood with his hands on his hips, staring at the stocked refrigerator in front of him that was bursting at the seams.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

“Denji!” You clapped a hand over his mouth, casting a cautious glance at the baby over your shoulder. Sighing in relief to see her excitedly fiddling with a pink plastic spoon, you hissed into his ear, “Don’t swear!”

“Okay, okay! Sorry. But look at this, it’s heaven!” You could practically hear his voice melt as he slinked towards the refrigerator in a trance.

Dragging your boyfriend backwards by the back of his t-shirt, you slammed the fridge door shut. “Cut it out! She can’t even eat any of that stuff.” Grabbing his shoulders, you veered him to the marble countertops where an assortment of soft baby foods lay spread out.

His tongue immediately shot out of his mouth im disgust as he scanned the labels of the various jars. “Blech, spinach and pear? Cheese and carrot? Who’s designing this stuff?!” Seeming to search for the least grotesque flavor, his eyes lit up at a familiar label. “Ah, applesauce!”

“Sweet, let’s give that to her!” As Denji tossed the tiny cup into your hands, you ripped the lid off of the container and set it in front of Aiko, who was still fiddling with the plastic spoon in her hands. “Okay, time for yum-yums!” You attempted to reach for the pink utensil in her fubsy hands, but she immediately jerked it away from you. You tried to wrangle the spoon from her stubby little fingers once again, to no avail as she continued to wave it this way and that, just out of your reach.

Panting from the effort to steal this tiny plastic stick from a literal baby, you threw a helpless look over your shoulder at Denji, who was leaning against the fridge and observing the fiasco with a snickering grin. “Grab some popcorn, why don’t you. Help me!”

As if he was snapped back to reality as he realized who was barking commands to him, he immediately straightened his posture and performed a dedicated salute. “Yes, boss!”

Denji marched on over to the other side of Aiko’s high chair, so the two of you were surrounding her. “Nowhere to run,” he drawled in a low voice.

“We aren’t in a wild west movie, Denj.”

“Well, we should be!”

“Fine.” You cleared your throat, smothering your vocal cords with your best southern accent. “Quick draw, winner takes all.”

“You forgot to say, like, pardner or something.”

“If we were partners we wouldn’t be fighting in a quick draw!”

“Oh. Then, uh… cue tumbleweed, cue acoustic guitar music, cue countdown… On the count of three, three, two, one!”

“Three! Wait, wha—”

Denji lunged for the pink stick in Aiko’s grasp, but not before she could quickly jerk her arm away from him, giggling all the while. You took advantage of its positioning closer to your side and reached for the spoon, just as Aiko swung her arm to the other side, smacking Denji right in the center of his face with a thwack.

“Ow! Jeez, baby, why are you so strong?”

Aiko only chortled in response, clearly enjoying watching you two struggle to pry her weapon from her grasp.

“Damnit! Why is this stupid high chair— so— high?!” You waited for the rambunctious baby to rear the spoon back for another hit as Denji scrambled to regain his composure. “I got it!” you hollered as the spoon came just inches away from your face, reaching out to grab it, when—

“AHHHHHH!!!”

A spartan cry roared out as something barreled towards you at the speed of light, knocking you to the floor in a split second with a thunderous crack.

The wind kicked out of your lungs and pain seared throughout your entire body from the nape of your neck down to the tip of your tailbone. As you regained consciousness…

“What the— DENJI!” The bewildered face hovering over you was panting heavily as he braced himself with his arms planted on either side of your head. “What did you— oh my god, is the baby okay?!”

His astonished gaze shifted to his right hand, which he lifted to find a pink plastic prize inside. “I… I did it…” he breathed. His eyes widened as he remembered why the two of you were here in the first place. He rolled off of your body and onto his back, fixing his gaze on the high chair that was still upright.

A tiny giggle. “Hee hee! Benchee!”

The two of you lying on the kitchen floor sagged in relief at the confirmation that the baby in your temporary custody was, in fact, still alive.

“Denji… did you just tackle the love of your life to the ground, nearly giving them a concussion, just to retrieve a single plastic baby spoon?”

“Fuck yeah I did. I mean! Hell yeah I did! No, shit! Damnit! I uhhhh…”

“Yes, you did.” You patted Denji’s hand as the two of you lay side by side on the tiled kitchen floor, gazing up at the ceiling. “Yes, you did.”

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banzaitaka · 3 years

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Hello there! May I request a scenario where Venti spends some quality time with his bf finds out his bf is easily flustered? Bf denies it and Venti keeps teasing him. I'm sorry if that wasn't specific ahsbdbsjs and I know you said you're bad with writing teasing, I'm sorry, you can skip this request if you want

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Hello darkness, my old friend

Just because I'm terrible at writing teasing, doesn't mean Imma just ignore this

You know what you wished for, so you know this'll be terrible

Genshin Impact Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading!

Venti x male reader!

Enjoyable Discovery

Venti and (Y/N) had been a couple for quite some time, though there were still some things for each other to discover about the other. Let's take Venti's habit of messing around with his boyfriend's stuff when he's not around as an example. (Y/N) surely didn't know about that yet.

Or better yet as example, how easily (Y/N) gets flustered. It's really adorable how quick his cheeks turn red by the most simplest things, is what the anemo archon will soon find out.

Walking side by side, the two males bathed in the calming feeling of the sun on their skin and breezes through their hair and clothes, as they walked up Starsnatch Cliff. It was rather crowdy on the streets of Monstadt that day, so the couple decided to go to a more secluded area to enjoy some time together.

"What a beautiful day to enjoy some alone time with the most beautiful man alive.", Venti exclaimed in a somewhat dreamy voice, letting his bright eyes travel from the sky to his partner. "You're so cheesy.", the (Y/HC)-haired replied, shaking his head slightly. Venti could actually already see a faint redness on (Y/N)'s cheek, but the male played it off so good, Venti just ignored it.

Venti let out a laugh, "Awe, come on, (Y/NN)! Don't be like that. You know you love me with an extra load of cheese."

(Y/N) scoffed, but smiled nonetheless, "If you say so."

They continued to walk until they reached the very top of the cliff, sitting down and letting their legs dangle over the edge with an exhausted sigh, "Phew...That was kinda tiring, but definitely worth the view.", (Y/N) said as he placed his hands slightly behind him to support himself while he leaned back a bit. He let his (Y/EC) eyes take in the view infront of them, it really was beautiful.

"Indeed.", The other replied, not taking his eyes off his boyfriend as he admired the glow of the evening sun on his form.

Venti was feeling a little cheesy the whole day, wanting nothing more, but to smother (Y/N) in compliments and love, but he didn't get the chance to yet.

So now was his chance.

After a swift glance to his lover, (Y/N) let out a sigh, "You're supposed to look infront of you...", he muttered, turning his face away from Venti as subtle as possible so he wouldn't see the blush he felt like was slowly appearing on his cheeks.

The anemo archon scooted a little closer with a smile on his face, placing his hand over (Y/N)'s, "Why would I when you're so much more beautiful?"

(Y/N) clicked his tongue, not taking away his hand from Venti's, but turning his face even further away.

"Hm?", Venti was quick to realize what was going on, letting his smile grow into a more evil one.

"What's wrong, darling? Did I make you flustered?", teasing was clear in his voice, making (Y/N) pout, but blush even more, "N-no? Why would you think that?", he tried to deny.

Venti giggled, squeezing his boyfriend's hand a bit as he spoke, "Why else would you turn away from me, love? When it's not to hide your cute little blush?"

"I just- I saw something out of the corner of my eyes- nothing interesting.-"

"Oh?", Venti leaned closer, just beside (Y/N)'s ear, "You know, your blush already reached your ears. You can't deny it.~", he whispered, sending shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"Venti!", the (Y/HC)-haired yelled as he shoved the other away from him.

"Haha! I'm sorry!", Venti apologized, "I didn't know you're that easy to fluster, love."

(Y/N) crossed his arms over his chest, embarrassed of how fast his heart was beating, "Just- Shut it-"

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bubblyhoney · 3 years

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my darling gogy

warnings: LaNgUaGe bc i’m a 17 year old writing for a 24 year old i’m bound to curse, gogy sass

tags: georgenotfound x gn!reader

words: i’m not counting words on a headcanon bc i’m writing this on mobile lolz

A/N: i love writing mc bf headcanons... it's gogy's time to shine. also i made him actually leave his house. sue me for wanting him to see the sunlight every once and a while

it’s time we talk about goereg

first of all, i don’t think he’s a huge fan of PDA

makes him feel like he’s bragging somehow

and generally isn’t a very physically smothering person

however,,

he is a huge “let’s sit together and do nothing” fan

whenever he has non-collaborative work to do he’ll scoot an extra chair over and plop your legs into his lap and just sit with you

if you have a hobby (something like doodling or painting or crocheting or anything tactile) he needs to see every inch of progress you make

he’s sincerely attentive when it comes to you talking about your hobby

“it’s actually necessary that you tell me. i require this knowledge. lay it on me.”

what he dubs “frozen fridays” are a tradition

you two will go out to the closest ice cream shop, buy two huge waffle cones, and sit on the curb and people-watch for at least 45 minutes. the ice cream is melted by then but hey, worth it

remember how he’s not super clingy?

not when it comes to sleeping

any and all of his limbs are wrapped around yours

“you’re suffocating me.” “sorry that i love you i guess”

you tease and tease but it’s actually really nice to be held

bit sweaty in the summer, sure, but they make modern air conditioning for a reason

another thing:

he keeps his house abnormally cold

like all the time

“it’s optimum hoodie atmosphere Y/N!” “my toes are going to fall off you prick”

thank god for the borderline disturbing amount of blankets he’s got or else your teeth would be chattering constantly

one thing he definitely is adamant about is going on walks

england is a bit rainy and cloudy a lot of the year but during late spring and summer it’s extremely nice outside in the afternoons

you two take trips down to the beach and see who can skip rocks the furthest

he’s an expert, of course, but he’ll let you win every once and a while

he’s good about that

one of his favorite looks on your face is your expression when he’s coming out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower

you wiggle your eyebrows and stare him down, saying “hubba hubba” until he throws something at you

not your fault messy hair looks good on him! not your fault shaggy and wet hair is pretty!

something else he enjoys on the off-days are baking competitions with you

you both will find a recipe on pinterest with less than 1,000 hits and try to make it

your favorite part is going to the shops to buy ingredients, while his (secret) favorite part is cleaning up. hey, it’s therapeutic to want to do it instead of having to do it

brownies with a salted caramel layer and cream cheese filling were a fail bc making caramel is too hard

peanut butter cookie cups a la Chef Georgie were fantastic though

almost as sweet as him ;)

A/N: ask or send me some stuff!! requests, rants, anything. :D let me know what you think in the comments!

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athina-blaine · 3 years

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50 Types of Kissing Writing Prompts: #36 - Starting with bunny kisses before moving on to soft kisses.

This got away from me.

“Ask me again.”

“Jon, you’ve practised these questions about 20 times just on the way over. I don’t think-”

“Just ask me again.” A beat. “Please.”

Martin let out a lengthy sigh, the kind that came from deep in his belly. It echoed down the corridors of the school hall alongside their heels clicking on the vinyl floor. “Right. Okay, so, how would you describe your teaching philosophy?”

Jon took a deep breath, chest puffing up. “My teaching philosophy is that all children are unique and deserve to have a stimulating educational atmosphere. I want to provide a safe environment where students are encouraged to share their thoughts and take risks.”

Martin smiled, trying not to giggle, but Jon’s voice inflected the exact same way every time he’d say “risks”- a sort of huffy pitch. It was hard not to be amused. “Very good.”

“Ask me the question about resolving conflicts in the classroom.”

“How do you intend to resolve conflicts in the classroom?”

“I would isolate the nature of the conflict in question and strategise accordingly. Compromise is the ideal resolution but in the event one cannot be reached, I will contact a higher authority than myself to mediate and help find a solution.”

“Perfect.”

“You don’t think it makes me look weak-willed?” Jon asked, brows furrowed with distress. “The part about contacting another authority figure? What if they want me to be able to handle the problem by myself?”

“I think it’s fine. You’re new. Shows you won’t let your ego get in the way when you need help.”

Jon let out a low breath, nodding slowly. His chest collapsed until he was nearly hunched over, and he tugged frantically at the strap of his briefcase. Martin had lent him that briefcase since it matched his nice navy blue jacket- he also figured it would help Jon feel more professional.

Martin wanted to say as much, lavish Jon in compliments on how scholarly and refined he looked, but every step they took closer to the school’s administrative office seemed to wound him up tighter and tighter until that briefcase strap threatened to fall apart. If Martin said Jon looked good now, Jon would just argue with him, citing the scuff in his shoes he hadn’t managed to buff out, or quadruple-guess the way he’d tied up his hair or something. The last thing Martin wanted to do was make Jon self-conscious; he’d just have to save all his gushing and lavishing for after the interview.

Martin’s restraint didn’t seem to matter, though, as, without warning, Jon stopped dead in the middle of the hall, digging into the recesses of his case. “I-I should practice the lesson plan one more time, the entire lecture phase is-”

“Jon.” Martin clasped his hands on Jon’s shoulders and turned him around. Jon stared up at him, eyes owlish and glossy with muted panic. “Please. Relax. It’s a part-time home economics class, not tenure for university English lit. You’re funny and charismatic and intelligent. They’re going to be begging you to take the job. The nice lady on the phone said as much.”

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t make promises you have no possible way of keeping,” Jon said, a sliver of ice snaking through his words. Martin lifted a pointed brow, and a dark stain flushed Jon’s face. He looked away. “No, I … Sorry. I don’t mean to snap.”

“It’s okay to be nervous.”

“It’s not that, it’s …” Jon sighed, shoulders sagging. “I just want this to work. I … need this to work.”

Martin tilted his head. This wasn’t the same frantic energy Jon had been carrying with him since he’d gotten off the phone with Principal Williams last week. This was something heavier. More sombre.

“Can you tell me why?”

“It’s silly.”

“Maybe.” Martin shrugged. “Most things are.”

Jon still wouldn’t meet his eyes, staring down at their warped reflections in the floor. Martin waited, rubbing his thumbs over the jut of Jon’s shoulders.

“I just …” Jon started, then paused to breathe. “I don’t know whether or not I can still … function out here. Outside of the Institute. It’s been so long and … what if I just … can’t?” His voice lowered to a dull murmur. “What if I can’t make the adjustment?”

Humming, Martin stroked his hands up and down the length of Jon’s arms. He pressed a kiss to Jon’s forehead. “I don’t think that’s silly.”

Jon sighed through his nose, tickling Martin’s collarbone. Slowly, Martin pulled away.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, so. Let’s pretend you don’t get the job. Which won’t happen,” he said quickly when Jon’s head snapped up. “You are absolutely getting this job. But let’s just pretend you don’t. What do you think will happen after that?”

Jon’s brow furrowed with quiet confusion. His mouth flapped for a long while before, softly, “I … don’t understand?”

“Here’s what I think will happen,” Martin said, cupping Jon’s face between his hands. “We’ll go home. We’ll order a pizza, half cheese half-Mediterranean. We’ll flip on the TV and finish that nature documentary series. We can polish off that bottle of wine and I’ll rub your feet.” Martin leaned in close enough to press his lips to the bridge of Jon’s nose. “And then we’ll try something else. I actually think that animal hospital nearby is hiring.” Martin smoothed a thumb over his cheekbone. “You’d make a really cute vet tech.”

Jon’s lips twitched, eyes brimming with some complicated emotion. Martin smiled, holding his gaze until Jon turned away, face warming again.

“It’d suck if you didn’t get this job,” Martin said. “You’d be fantastic at it and they’d be stupid to turn you away. But, whatever happens, you’ll be fine. We will be fine.”

Silent, Jon stared somewhere between Martin’s chest and his neck. Then, he swayed forward, leaning into Martin’s sturdy weight, and Martin wrapped his arms around him, pressing his face into prim, professionally styled hair. They stood like that for a long while, breathing each other in. Good thing Jon had them show up about a half-hour early for the interview, just in case.

When they parted, Jon opened his eyes again, calm and bright.

“We could also get killed by a rogue satellite,” he murmured. Martin’s eyes widened. “Just, you know, as a worst possible thing that could happen. Rogue satellite. Right on our heads.”

Martin snorted. “I don’t think I phrased it quite like that, but, yes, I suppose we should consider that a possibility.”

Jon took a deep breath, held it, and let it out slowly, just as Martin taught him. He rolled out his neck, cleared his throat, and tilted his head up. “Alright. Kiss me.”

Martin blinked. “Um. What?”

“Kiss me.” A beat. “For luck. Obviously.”

“Oh. Obviously.” Martin tried to smother his twitching smile. “I didn't realise we'd started doing that."

“Yes.” His eyes became pleading. “Please?”

Martin rolled his eyes, but kissed him, a chaste pressing of their lips. Jon’s eyes had slid shut and he took another deep breath.

“One more?”

Martin obliged. Jon’s eyes remained closed, his chin still tilted up. Martin provided another one without prompting, and then one more, for good measure, soft and indulgent. They were rubbing away at Jon's lip balm, but Martin's lips had been feeling a little dry anyway. The tension bled from Jon’s shoulders, and Martin parted with a breathy sigh.

“That’s all your lucky kisses for the year,” Martin said, earning himself a chuckle. “Spend it wisely.”

A cough drew their attention. An older woman stood idle by one of the classrooms. Through both of their embarrassed spluttering, Martin managed to note her and Jon had tied their hair in similar fashions.

Oh yeah. Jon was going to fit right in.

The woman stepped forward. “Mr. Sims, I presume?”

“I- uh, y-yes, ma’am.” Jon’s face was burning but the woman smiled.

“Glad you could make it. Mrs. Williams seemed really impressed with you after your phone call. Shall I walk you to her office?”

Jon nodded, squeezing Martin’s hand hard enough to break it off and take it with him. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Oh, none of this ma’am stuff. We’re going to be coworkers, yeah?" She held out her hand. "You can call me Janice. I teach maths.”

“Yes, m- Yes, Janice. It’s a pleasure to meet you." Jon accepted her hand. "Um, you can call me Jon.”

After their quick handshake, she indicated towards the hallway. Jon nodded and looked over to Martin. “I, uh … guess I’ll meet you by the car?”

“Meet you there.” Martin gave his hand one more squeeze. “Good luck.”

Jon smiled, a delicate, fluttering thing, before he slid his hand out of Martin’s and allowed Janice to lead them down the hallway.

“So, you’re from London, yeah?” she asked. “Grow up there?”

“No, I’m from Bournemouth. I moved to London after I graduated uni.”

“Oh, really? I think I’ve got a cousin who lives by that area. Always wish I’d have lived somewhere more coastal.” She turned to him, her teeth pearly white. “I have to say, we’re all a little curious about you. Don’t have many city-people here. We’re really excited to have you onboard.”

“Oh.” Even from this distance, Martin could see the way Jon’s face flushed. “I … I see.”

“I’m sure the others will want to ask you all sorts of questions, but don’t let that put you off, the staff here is as sweet as can be. They’ll get used to you soon enough.”

Jon glanced over his shoulder back at Martin, looking fit to burst. Martin waved, sure that his own expression was as sappy and affectionate as could be.

Yeah.

They’re going to be just fine.

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cabin fever

Hi! This might be my last fic of the year- I’ll try and get another out for New Years since I’ve had one in my WIP for a few months now but I’m not sure if I can get it done since I’m having surgery later this month. With that being said, I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: Y/N and Harry are having a really good honeymoon (4.7k)

Warnings: lots of fluff and smut. The reader is kinda a horse girl :/

“Harry!” a whisper left your lips as your lips tightened into a wide smile- Harry easily concluded that you were happy.

“Yeah?” he let out a short chuckle, “What’s got you so excited?” his hand met your chin, tilting it upwards to meet his face. His eyes studied yours for a moment as they glimmered with pure joy.

You tilted your mouth to meet his palm, leaving a kiss on the soft skin, “Look!” your head whipped towards the dirt pathway, “There are horses,” you whisper again.

Harry hums in realization, “There are horses baby,” he responds with an amused tone.

Your head slowly turns back in his direction, “Be quiet! You’ll scare them,” you scold him softly, “And don’t make fun of me,” your bottom lip puffs out into a pout.

“Sorry love,” he lets out yet another laugh, trying his best to be quiet for you, “Just excited for you,” his hand met yours tightly, wrapping it around his.

Your eyes narrow into a glare- a look you feel absolutely cruel giving, but Harry thinks you look adorable- you just knew Harry was lying now. “Alright,” you dismiss him with a mocking smile.

Harry smiles wider than before: he was really fucking in love with you. He bumped his hip with yours as you watched the horses in pure awe. One of the horses turned its head towards you, prompting you to squeeze Harry’s hand in excitement. You were still worried you would scare them away so you acted with caution- inaudible reactions and hushed tones would make due.

“Are you excited?” Harry asks you, watching the horses intently, anxious about your ultimate reaction to what he has planned.

You looked at him in pure disbelief, “Of course I’m excited.”

He hummed in response, his eyes never faltering from the view of the horses that were hardly a yard away at this point, “They're coming this way,” he told you.

Your eyes snapped back instantly. The horses were within reach and if you could just get close enough maybe you could brush through one of their manes. Excited was an easy word to describe how you felt at that moment.

“Harry,” you whispered again, “Do you think I can pet one?”

“Yeah, let's do it,” he assured. Your face was starting to hurt from how much you were smiling.

You let out a giggle, pulling his hand softly as the wind blew against your body, “Do you know how you’re supposed to pet them?”

“Yeah,” he replied gently. As you approached the horse, he could feel you tense up in anticipation. The white horse before you seemed to be standing still, awaiting your arrival. You shoot Harry a nervous smile and slowly step close enough to touch- Harry close behind you.

“You don’t wanna do it for too long. Don’t think horses are big cuddlers like you, angel,” Harry prefaced. He watched as you nodded in concentration, “Alright, I’ll show you, hm?”

His hand held yours softly, guiding it to the horse’s shoulder. Your hand shook slightly in his and Harry doesn’t know how much longer he can take your cute nervous habits. He stroked your palm against it’s shoulder three times in an expert rhythm before the horse's head turned towards yours and you let out a soft yelp, retracting your hand.

“He’s not scared, just trying to see who you are,” Harry laughs at your shock, “He looks quite happy, no?”

You gulp harshly- for some reason you were scared. “I guess,” you reluctantly agree with your now husband.

“Okay ready for my surprise?” he asks you after a moment of silence, you still working up the courage to pet the horse.

“What surprise,” you turn to him, eyes wide. You were really fucking excited and Harry was really fucking nervous.

“I- uh,” he pauses, his finger brushing his nose in thought, “I brought someone here,” he says.

You squint your eyes at him, “Are you pregnant,” you harmlessly joke. “No, wait!” you let out an exasperated gasp, “Am I pregnant?” your hand meets his chest in an instant, “How did you find out? I didn’t even know I was pregnant. Did I miss my period? Babe where’s my phone I need to check my tracker-”

Harry cut you off with a hearty laugh, oh how he loved you more and more each day. “No, you’re not pregnant, love,” he breathed out, his tension evaporating almost instantly.

“Then who did you bring?” you asked, eyebrows furrowed, “On our honeymoon?”

“Okay, I didn’t exactly bring someone. I hired someone,” he states simply, knowing you would get worked up at his sub-par answers.

“God, Harry you couldn’t get more vague if you tried.”

Harry hummed in agreement, “Well that’s all I have to say. I hired someone.”

“Did you hire a male stripper because I feel like that would be a better use of my time tonight,” you joke, slightly annoyed with him.

Harry’s laugh (which you defined to be more of a scream), echoed across the empty field, “I hired someone to help us go horseback riding, you twat!”

Your face turns upward instantly, a smile adorning your lips and a gasp falling out of them softly, “I’m going to ignore that word you called me because we’re going fucking horseback riding!”

It was later that night when Harry felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. He had watched carefully as you nibbled on the last of your dinner, your eyes focused on the newspaper you had found lying inside a drawer of the rental house- you were doing the crossword.

You just looked so cozy. Sitting at the dining table under low light, your tea long forgotten in front of you, and the pajamas you wore made you look so comfortable. And Harry loved that you were comfortable around him.

Actually, he loved a lot of things about you. Being comfortable was just one of them. But, the thing he loved most was that he made you smile. Day after day he tried his hardest amongst the long hours he worked to come home and make you smile- to make your day better- because you were an instant (and permanent) solution to all his worries.

He stood from the couch steadily, his mind focused on nothing but coaxing you into cuddles by the fireplace, “You doing alright over here?” he asks, his hand landing on your shoulder gently.

You hum in confusion, a sign that you were lost in thought. Harry let out a chuckle before sitting down next to you, “Think this one is dream girl,” his finger lands on 42 across: ‘Lover’ being the clue that had you stumped.

You nod slowly along, mentally inserting each letter into each box, humming in agreement when it fits perfectly, “You’re clever,” you tell him, wrapping your arm around his waist, pulling him into a short hug.

“You got about 100 words in without me, love,” he chuckles.

“I guess we’re both clever,” you look up at him, puckering your lips asking for a kiss. Harry happily obliges, “Alright,” you sigh as you stand up, “Whatcha want?” you ask with a sweet smile.

“I got everything I need in here,” Harry cheeses a grin at you.

“God I hate you,” you roll your eyes, making your way to the sink to wash your dishes, “You just ruined this whole thing!”

“No I didn’t. And you love how cheesy I am,” he sticks his tongue out like your six year old nephew always does.

You bellow out a laugh, “You make me feel so young yet so old.”

“What does that say about me?”

“Means you’re crazy,” you dry your hands off before giving him a proper hug. Your hands make their way under his sweatshirt, Harry fighting to urge to jump at the icy feeling of your fingertips. He shakes his head at you in disbelief before wrapping his arms around you too.

“Alright, well the crazy old man wants to watch a film,” Harry tells you, feathering a few kisses at your hairline, making you burrow your head into his chest to hide your warm cheeks.

It takes a moment to recover from his constant affection, “Alright, but I’m choosing because I refuse to cry over The Notebook again. Not today, Harry. You and your crazy habits are being put to bed today.”

You can feel his chest rumble with laughter, “Okay,” he pauses, “Then what’s your suggestion?”

“We will be watching,” you pause in thought.

“No, don’t say it,” Harry begins, “Not again, you say we watch The Notebook a lot but here you are starting Ferris Bueller's Day Off for the hundredth time-”

You cut Harry off in full offense, “It’s a good movie! And we have not seen it a hundred times,” you mumble.

Harry laughs, “No sorry ninety nine times.”

“Alright well no movie for us- want to watch a show?” you brush off.

Harry hums in thought, “Sure, let’s watch Game of Thrones,” he says.

You nod your head slightly in approval, “But we watched that a while ago,” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Yes but that was a different era, baby. You’re my wifey now, not my girlfriend,” he says, smothering your temple with a long line of kisses.

Your nose scrunches up in disgust, “Don’t call me your wifey.”

“But you are, no?”

“But it makes me cringe, no?” you counter.

Harry smiles, giving you an extra squeeze (making you gasp and feign suffocation) before letting go and guiding you to the couch. He took an extra moment to turn the fireplace on and bring a few throw blankets to the warm couch before turning the tv on, “Okay round two with my wifey,” he speaks to himself, making you roll your eyes.

“You’re so annoying,” you huff out before snuggling into his side, you leg over his lap and your arms around his body.

Harry smiled softly at the sight of you. He can’t stop thinking about how happy he is. And how lucky he is. And blessed. You were his number one blessing and he couldn’t be more thankful for you.

But, despite how grateful he was, he couldn’t be more frustrated with you. Maybe it was the way you kept inching yourself closer. Or the way your arms started to droop and your hand was lingering all too close to the apex of his heart.

Usually, it would be an endearing motion. But Harry knew you had ulterior motives. He sat in thought, that’s where she pushes me to lay on the bed. And he really wanted her to push him onto the couch.

It was hardly a moment before the feeling became overwhelming. He sat in a deafening silence, tuning out Daenerys’ cries for help as his mind became consumed with lust- he wanted you. And he was impatient.

You grimace at the tv, slowly retreating into Harry’s hold, and that’s when you feel it. Or rather you both feel it. His stiffened cock slowly pushing on your lower back as you try your hardest to ignore the pit forming at the bottom of your stomach.

The feeling was almost repulsive- you’d been to all too many parties with the same outcome. People having an inability to control themselves and pushing it onto you. But this was vastly different because this was Harry, your Harry, and you welcomed the feeling of desire that is forced upon your body.

First it was your head that turned slightly. You locked eyes and smiled at your new husband- his breath slightly fanning on your face as his eyes begged for you to feel the same way. Then, it was your body slowly turning to face him entirely- the show long forgotten. His arms wrapped around you silently as you leaned onto one leg to hoist the other around his lap.

You sat straddling him with a small smirk playing on your lips, “Couldn’t help it, huh?”

Harry groaned in response, “Was I just supposed to let it go unnoticed?”

Your teeth found your bottom lip and pressed into it seductively while Harry began to lose all control, “I don’t know,” you shrug, definitely unsure of the conversation he was trying to hold. You were tuned into him, your body slowly beginning to circle around his cock, grinding slowly and almost noticeably.

But Harry certainly noticed.

He let out an elongated groan as the pressure between the two of you increased and his head fell onto your shoulder. He could almost feel how your panties continued to accumulate your arousal. Seeping through the thin material and onto the sweatpants you wore, your entire body was soon to be glazed over with a thin layer of sweat and his would follow shortly after just by the look of you.

“C’mon,” he urged you to stand, “Let’s get to the bedroom.”

You let out a disgruntled whine, “Love me out here,” you tell him with a small pout. Your lips pursed together as you pleaded.

Harry’s breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you- so innocent and ready to ruin, “You want me to fuck you by the fireplace?” he asked with an amused chuckle.

“Would you?” you ask, with a grin creeping up on your lips as he watched you shift excitedly on his lap- or rather his cock.

He sends you a charming smile before his hands tug up on the hem of your (or rather his) shirt. Carefully flinging it aside, he traced his hands around the soft swells of your breasts as you released a longing sigh of pleasure.

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders as you sat up straighter in his lap. His hands met your collarbone before he leaned his face into your chest, his mouth immediately attaching itself to your hardened nipple. His tongue worked quickly to outline your nipple and suck on it harshly. Teeth gently coming together to bite and smacking sounds could be heard as he leaves open mouthed kisses around the mound.

His eyes watched you the whole time- your hands knotting into his hair as your head is thrown back in absolute pleasure. Your mouth parted open angelically urged him to go faster and longer- to suck a bit harsher and bite a bit deeper. The purple bruise left on your breast made him smile widely before he replaced his mouth with his hand and started on your other breast.

He continued to massage your nipple with his tongue and your breast in full with his hand. You were going absolutely insane as he worked on your body- your breaths getting shallower and more frequent as you panted for him to continue.

When he finished his assault on both nipples, he was sure he had lost a few chunks of hair but it was worth it.

His mouth worked back again, a chaste kiss left on your lips before spongey kisses were left along your jaw and neck. Your hands shoved his head closer to your body, if possible, and you sat in pure ecstasy as he worked his way down your décolletage and onto your stomach.

Your hips bucked upwards as Harry laid you down on the couch, his forearm making a home on your hip bones to hold you down as he kissed lower and lower on your body. It felt like pure torture as you let out a defeated moan, his lips getting exceptionally close to the top of your sweatpants but avoiding them perfectly.

“Please,” you whine out, nudging up with your foot.

Harry hummed in response, “Get up, babe,” you tell him as you groan in pleasure. Harry obliges, his body lifted from yours as you immediately kick off the rest of the clothes you wore, “Okay,” you mumble as you pull his arm back to its place by your head. Harry smiles at you sweetly, giving you a long kiss before making his way back down to your glistening cunt.

He gave you one last look before making a long, broad lick across the expanse of your vagina- his tongue immediately enrapturing in your taste that he gathered on his tongue. He smacked his lips together playfully and moans in approval at the sweet taste before bringing his head back to your cunt.

He leaves a harsh kiss at the center of her opening, his tongue sneaking in for a short moment before he backs away. Moving up slightly, he makes contact with your swelling clit. It was puffier than usual- the grinding doing a lot for sheer horniness you were unable to get away from.

He teasingly bites it with a hardly noticeable pressure before his lips wrap around it, sucking harshly as if he was milking it of everything you had to offer. It hardly took him two seconds to elicit a scream in pleasure from you, your hips moving up rapidly to get more friction. He was doing everything for you.

“What,” he mumbled out as he continued to suck.

“God, Harry, you’re not funny.” you insult him as he continues his assault on your wet clit.

You begin to grind your hips against his face. You want more. And Harry knows that but he is no gentleman.

He begins kissing along the folds of your skin, teasing you by slowly moving from the outside in. His eyes followed yours as they skewed shut and you tried your best to calm your body down, which seemed impossible at the moment. He gets so close to where you want him but he’s teasing. He stops right before he gets to the center making you whine in disapproval.

He lets out a hearty chuckle before laying his tongue down flat at the base of your entrance. He licks fully up your cunt before returning to the base. He follows into a short pattern- he begins going halfway up, fully up, and laps up and down three times before he repeats. And this has you going absolutely crazy.

You let out a series of moans and a string of curses before calling out his name, your voice laced with sultry, “Harry please,” you moan out, your voice a bit raspier than usual. He hums in approval against your cunt, making you let out another moan at the feeling.

Then, he finally finds your clit again, this time his fingers deep inside you to aid. He bites softly, the pressure feeling euphoric through your body, before you find yourself letting go onto his fingers.

He sits up, you following shortly after and leaning back onto your elbows. You were out of breath but too lost in lust to care.

Harry licks his fingers clean, dipping them back in to tease you a bit. You move your body sharply at the contact, feeling so overstimulated in that moment. Harry sent you a smile before bringing his fingers to your lips.

Your lips wrapped around his fingers easily making him groan. You sucked every last drop off, leaving some on your tongue to tease him before swallowing it all and kissing him after. This time, it was your turn to make him feel good.

You begrudgingly sat up, your body still in dire need of rest from the orgasm you just had, and allowed Harry to lie down, putting a pillow behind his head for support. Your hand found the drawstring of his sweats and quickly worked the knot loose before sliding them off his legs along with his boxers. While you worked on his pants, Harry haphazardly tossed his shirt behind him, hyper aware of the fireplace that was blazing next to them.

You moved between his legs and gingerly wrapped your fingers around his cock. Feeling it stiffen (what seemed like to its last degree) made you smirk before running your thumb over the tip.

Harry exhaled out a sharp breath at the contact and rolled his head back onto the pillow, his hand making a makeshift ponytail for your head as you started moving your hand up and down around the base of his cock and lowered your head to be eye level with his swollen tip, “God, Y/N. Takin’ too long, love,” he moaned out as you slowly inched your mouth closer and closer.

Jokingly, you stuck your tongue out slightly, giving his shaft a small kitten lick, before fully retracting and leaving him with just your hand.

He let go of your hair in defeat and ran a hand over his face, “And you say I’m not funny?” he asks.

You chuckle at his annoyance before moving your head fully down to his cock just as he wished from you. You left a series of kisses along the length of his shaft before you wrapped your lips around it, barely taking in the tip and your tongue greedily swirling around it with no hesitation.

Harry can feel everything perfectly- you’re teasing him so well. He can feel the way you breath out from your nose and he can feel your hand creeping up his thigh and getting all too close to his balls.

“Y/N,” he moaned out in ecstasy, “Please,” he begged you softly as his words strung together, similar to when he was drunk.

Your hooded eyes look at him as your hand reaches where he wanted. You fondled his balls with your left hand as you continued to stroke him slowly and teasingly with your right. You allow him to gather your hair once more before sinking his cock deeper into your mouth.

Harry groaned at the sight of his cock poking your cheek- perhaps it was the sight of him being inside you in a way he could see that was so pleasurable to witness. You hummed around his shaft, making him moan out a “fuck” before you removed your right hand and swallowed his entire cock.

Harry was absolutely lost on how he was supposed to survive at this point. He was so sure you were going to kill him with pleasure in that exact moment as you began to bob your head up and down along his cock and as your hands played with his balls- worshiping him fully.

He bucked his hips up against your mouth, signaling he wanted to fuck your face, but you weren’t going to allow that to happen. He could take control in a bit.

You let your mouth off his cock fully, a string of your spit connecting your lips and his cock. He groaned at how hot he thought you looked- your lips absolutely swollen and the way you swallowed all the precum before sticking your tongue out at him. It almost felt childish to him- how excited he was to kiss you- but it was real.

You leaned into him slowly, hardly touching your lips together before you went back down to his wet cock.

You spit onto his hardened shaft before moving your hand along it quickly. Your thumb ran over the tip of his cock before sliding back to the base, bringing the drop of precum with it.

Though Harry had the feeling for a while, he had begun to get a fiery pit at the bottom of his stomach. It was much quicker than he anticipated but he was never able to fully hold back with you.

His hand tapped your shoulder to notify you he was about to come- he knew you didn’t like to swallow. You glanced at him in acknowledgement before you finished getting him off.

He let out a few whines before an elongated moan left his lips. It was deep toned and louder than usual and it made you feel everything in that moment. His eyes shut harshly as you made the last movement before ribbons of his cum flew out of his cock and onto your chest. You sent him a smile as he breathed heavily, “Every time I think I can go longer but you just have to make me come, huh?” he groans out.

You let out a laugh, “I can say the same.”

Harry smiles before grabbing your arms and turning you around in an instant, “We can try again,” he tells you.

You nearly moan at the thought of him finally being inside you as he works quickly to lay you on your stomach, his hand reaching towards his cock and stroking it gently as you get comfortable, a pillow pulled under your stomach so he could access your body easier.

“Please, H,” you moan out as you feel him shuffle to get above you, “God hurry up, you’re literally just standing there,” you complain.

“Oh what? Is this over now because I wasn’t fast enough?” he asks, a smirk hinting at his lips.

“Shut the fuck up,” you groan, “You’re so annoying just put your dick in me.”

Harry laughs, you’re all too impatient these days. He situates himself above you and angles his stiff penis at your entrance, his cock glistening from your saliva and your cut still wet from before. He pushed in fully, a groan leaving both of you simultaneously as he began to slowly tease you, his cock making incredibly short strokes in and out of you.

You were beginning to have enough of his teasing, though the position was deemed your favorite- he just felt so much bigger- it was beginning to lose its appeal. It was hard for you to take control when you couldn’t even see him.

Sitting up slightly on your knees, you pushed your ass back onto him, making him thrust fully into you in a quick instant, “Doesn’t that feel so much better?” you pant.

Harry groaned a bit, “Yeah but it won’t be as satisfying-” he tries to explain.

“Just fuck me, we can talk about satisfying later,” you tell him with a snappy tone, your head craning awkwardly so you can send him a calculated glare.

Harry rolled his eyes in defeat, leaned forward and gave you a quick kiss and an apologetic smile before immediately thrusting in with as much power as he could muster up.

The sound of skin on skin and your combined moans filled the room and fueled the fire between you two. The room was much warmer now, filled entirely with your sweaty bodies and the now sweaty furniture, but neither of you paid enough mind to care how uncomfortable you felt from being so sticky. It was trivial, really.

His cock hit you just right over and over again, your body falling numb to anything but the feeling of him on you. Your throat began to hurt from the screams you were letting out and Harry’s knees were beginning to give out at how good he felt in that moment.

You clenched around his cock, milking it for everything it had to offer, making Harry groan, his arms falling down beside you so he could stay upright.

As his thrusts slowed down, you could feel how exhausted but happy Harry was. It had been a long day and a wonderful night that he could feel nothing but pleasure throughout.

Your moans kept him going as he continued to thrust into you, hitting your g-spot perfectly, the position making it feel more than satisfactory. He was coming down from a high and feeling everything between the two of you became a new drug for him. He was addicted and couldn’t seem to get enough.

His hand found your clit as he regained his energy and began rubbing furiously, his thrusts slowing down slightly but never fully stopping. As usual he was on a mission to make you feel good. You knew he was waiting for you to come before he had the pleasure himself.

You were close though, there was close to nothing for him to worry about in that department. With your lips falling open and disgruntled moans leaving them softly, Harry was about ready to explode.

“Oh my god, Harry,” you moan, your eyes shutting tightly as your body shook with pleasure. You reached your climax and Harry found himself giving you a few more thrusts before following himself.

He was severely out of breath and you were at a loss for words as Harry laid down next to you, his head turned and your eyes caught light together. The fire was slowly dying down as the sound of the Game of Thrones intro made itself noticeable again.

A soft smile was sent between you two, “Let's stay here until we have cabin fever.”

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