#Sorry … i uh….. got off topic (gulps)

[critterishere]

Both of my friends have been matching with that wretched drawing I created. It’s been like this for the entire day. I’m only alive to suffer. /silly

Do you know how absolutely terrifying it is to see that p1 dude is in call with you?🥹 He’s not staring directly at me, but I can feel my soul churning when I look at him... He knows I’m not seeing them pearly gates!!!😭😭😭

[slxtarchive]

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 … you’ve never been eaten out and matt’s never tried…so firsts all around

ᥫ᭡ … you and matt had been hanging out in your room for the past hour. you had just gotten home and he decided to stay over for a bit.

you were watching a show that had a tiny sex scene in it.

“it cannot be that good.” your jaw was dropped as the actress was screaming.

matt laughed at your comment. “that guys ego is definitely high if he’s getting a reaction like that.

“yeah, like she’s practically screaming and shouting. although, who am i to judge. i wouldn’t know.” you shrugged. “but i mean if she’s screaming that loud at being eaten out, imagine how good the sex is.”

unfortunately that comment you made had matt fantasizing about how it would be to eat a girl out and it was odd because he saw you as the girl.

he was fidgeting with his shorts as he felt himself harden at his thoughts. he decided to try to ignore it until you asked him an interesting question.

“had a girl ever screamed like that when you had given her head? i’m curious.” you popped a popcorn in your mouth.

he hesitated. “u-uhh, i’ve never really…” he didn’t finish his sentence. you gulped.

“really?” you asked in shock. “sorry, i just…i’d just thought that you have.”

“no..have you ever..you know..” he didn’t want to say anything else.

“ever…” you were waiting for him to ask.

“been eaten out.” he blurted. his boner making things worse.

“oh! um no i haven’t. i’ve like imagined it but nope, never happened to me.” the movie was the least of both of your worries now that you were both thinking of the same topic.

matt couldn’t help but imagine how you’d be in that situation. someone’s head in between your thighs — preferably his head.

“all quiet now.. have i made things awkward.” you pretended to wince.

“oh, no sorry i was just thinking… i kinda wanna know how to. like how to eat a girl out, it’d be good to have some experience i guess.” he confessed.

“uh huh…” you nodded slowly. “maybe…you can practice? on me.”

his eyes widened at your proposal. “you don’t think it would be a little weird?”

“no, im just gonna tell you what feels good and then we’ll both get what we want! given you make me cum, duh.” you laughed.

keep it cool. you thought.

“are you sure?” matt asked again, not wanting for this to be something you’d regret in the near future.

you nodded and that’s how you got to the position in which you were leaned against the headboard waiting for matt to take your underwear off.

“go ahead.” you reassured him as he toyed with your waistband.

“okay.” he whispered pulling your panties down slowly.

the suspense of the situation had you aroused. you were excited but at the same time nervous. you kept telling yourself, he’s your best friend, it’s okay. he won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

your pussy and matt were face to face. he gulped a little intimated because he wanted to be good at it.

“sooo i just, go right in?” he asked pursing his lips.

“i guess so… maybe idk, foreplay? or wait is this considered foreplay?” you asked confused.

“i don’t- im not sure.” he said, unable to tear his eyes away from your center.

“okay, so maybe like use your fingers first?” you knew it was seconds away from being awkward.

as you were about to just say forget it you felt matt’s finger ghost over your leaky hole. he gathered some of your arousal and lathered it over your clit. he then continued to stimulate your clit. your legs bucked up at the sensation.

“am i doing okay?” he whispered, the only thing illuminating his face was the sunset lamp in the corner of your room.

“y-yeah.” you moaned slightly, as he continued to stimulate you. you looked down at him, his fluffy hair and his beautiful eyes. the sight alone had you wanting to just-

your thoughts couldn’t even complete because you felt matt’s hot tongue on you. you let out a deep breath as you leaned back and closed your eyes at the pleasure.

his tongue flicked over your clit as he looked up at you for reassurance that he was making you feel good. while matt was taking his time, his thoughts were elsewhere enjoying the way you tasted. in seconds he was devouring you, addicted to the way you tasted.

he licked a long stripe over your center pulling your thighs toward him. he sucked on your puffy clit. “r-right there. fuck—” your eyes tightly shut.

“you taste so fucking good…” matt muttered against you. he was consuming you. it was as if he lost all control in himself. he couldn’t get enough. “tell me how good i’m doing.”

you nodded quickly. “you’re doing s-so good.” you threaded your hands through his brunette hair. yes you had fantasized about this situation — not with matt specifically but this situation for sure.

matt’s ego boosted as a spurt of whimpers escaped you as he entered his middle finger in you. he pumped it in and out whilst continuing his previous work on your clit. he had been doing so good, you were on the verge of cumming.

matt could tell too — by the way your thighs were starting to close around his head and shake. he didn’t know how he had lived without the taste of you on his tongue. he didn’t ever want to stop. he wanted to do this everyday of his life.

you tried to blurt out the words but you struggled; sensitive to how fast he was flicking your clit. he looked up to see your struggle and grinned against you.

“go on, cum on my tongue. i wanna taste it.” he begged. matt needed to taste you. he enjoyed seeing you writhing underneath him. the way you were struggling to grapple onto reality.

you nodded finally feeling your body seize up as your orgasm washed over you like a big wave. you were tugging on matt’s hair trying to get him away from your sensitive pussy but your orgasm made him want to push you further.

you had begun to feel so sensitive you tried to push his head away as much as you could while whining. “f-fuck — sensitive matt.” you begged and he finally pulled away.

your chest was heaving up and down. you had started to slow your breathing and opened your eyes. matt with your shiny substance drooled and covering his mouth and chin. he had a smug grin on his face symbolizing he was definitely pleased with himself.

“please tell me you’ll let me do that again.” he licked his lips.

you took another deep breath and combed through his hair with your hand. “how could i not?”

© slxtarchive

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I've Got You Under My Skin 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You mix the batter with the wooden spoon. Your feet are cold on the tile as you stand with your thighs apart. They're tender and each time they touch, you tremble.

Last night was tense. You didn't get much sleep, even after Steve was done. That's not how you pictured his first night back. You never imagined him like that.

You plug in the waffle maker and wait for it to heat. As it does, you slice up strawberries and rinse the blueberries. Steve yawns, frightening you as he marches into the kitchen.

"Mmm, late night," he says and sways your ass. He pauses and pinches the fabric of your sweat pants. "Hmm. You look cozy."

"Didn't want to get messy in good clothes," you explain.

"Uh huh," he turns and leans on the counter. He crosses his arms as he looks down on you. "Waffles? You didn't get enough sugar last night?"

"I'm using the protein mix. I thought that was good?"

He hums again, "the fruit."

"Natural sugars, right?"

He clucks and pushes off the counter. "Sweetie, did you watch those videos I sent you?"

"Yes, of course," you recall the homesteading videos with the immaculate kitchen and the even more immaculate woman in her perfect apron and coif. "I... I'm trying."

"I know. I'm not saying you aren't but... last night. You didn't tell me the girls were coming, then you openly defied me in front of them," he accuses.

"I didn't-- I told you I forgot and Nat just put the candy in your mouth--"

"I don't know," he shows his palms. You shift and hiss as your thighs meet. "If... last night takes, I'm not sure you're ready to be the mother of my children."

Your eyes round. "Mother? Steve, well, I thought we were waiting a bit."

"Are we?" His brows arch. "I thought you got off the pill."

You roll your tongue around guiltily and look at the floor. You said you'd talk to your doctor next year. Or maybe you misunderstood. Again.

"I thought... I was going to--"

He closes his eyes and presses his fingers against his nose. He sighs.

"You don't listen," he snarls. "How much clearer can I be with you?"

"I'm sorry, Steve. I...I didnt. I guess... I'm nervous. A lot is going on. I dropped out for the wedding and then we got the house and I spent all that time decorating--"

"Sounds so hard," he sneers. You wince as if he hit you.

He asked you to quit school. He said it would be better for both of you. He said he wanted to take care of you. Sometimes he just makes you feel like a burden.

"I'll talk to the doctor--"

"No, you're going to call the pharmacy and cancel the prescription. Then you're going to dump what you have in the toilet," he commands. "And we're going to try at this. You're going to try." He points at you harshly. You gulp.

"Yes, Captain," you shrink into yourself. "I'm sorry."

You bat your lashes and dab away the speckling of tears.

"And you're not having waffles for breakfast. Cook them and bring them to the neighbours. The kids will like them." He puts his hands on his hips.

"Yes, sir."

You turn and hide the trickle on your cheek. He sighs again. "And stop crying. You're just making me hard."

💍

You do everything Steve asked. Olivia next door is happy for the free meal and tells you to say hello to your husband for her. You keep your smile on until you get back.

Steve waits in silence at the table. After tossing all your birth control, you start on breakfast. Egg whites, spinach, and feta. With rye toast. You serve him bacon but have cottage cheese for yourself.

You eat nervously as he watches you. The bad days come but they go just as quickly. Everyone said the first year is hard.

"You want to have my children, don't you?" He asks.

You blink, "yes, Steve. Of course."

"Because if you're not up to this, we can talk to a lawyer."

You flinch, "Steve, don't say that."

"We had a deal."

"I didn't--"

"No, no, because I wouldn't have fucked you if I knew you were lying to me. My own wife."

You frown, "I didn't lie--"

"We got a month at least until we can try now." He growls. "Stupid me. I was away all that time hoping you'd have a surprise for me too."

"Stevie," you whimper.

"If you want to touch me, you can use your mouth until you're ready," he gets up, his plate empty. "It's a waste in that cunt."

You press yourself to the chair, shocked by his language. Your lip quivers and you snivel.

He stops at the door and looks at you. Your tears roll out again. You made a mistake. He thinks you did it to him. 

"I would never lie--"

"If you're going to cry like a baby," he stomps towards you, "I'll give you a good reason for it."

He grabs the chair and turns it.

You whine as he steps in front of you. He pulls himself above his pants, stroking his already hard dick. He grabs the back of your head.

Your closed lips meet his tip and you unclench your jaw. You let him in. You'll let him do anything. You just want him to forgive you.

He rams down to your throat, "doesn't feel good to lie, does it?"

You gurgle and try to shake your head. You cling to the front of his shirt. He thrusts and you kick your feet. 

"Only sluts are on pills. Did I marry a slut?" He slams as deep as he can.

You snivel and tug on his shirt. He continues to batter your throat. Your tears soak your cheeks and mingle with the saliva dripping from your mouth. 

"The Captain doesn't fuck sluts," he growls and grunts as the wet noises of his intrusion fill your skull. "The Captain's going to fuck a baby into you and you're going to thank him. And then he's going to do it again and again."

[hotnbloodied]

Hi there could I request a yandere rich boy x gn reader can it also be a smut if you are comfortable.

Fun fact, this will be the first time I've written smut for this blog. I'm not too skilled at it I'll admit so I hope that what I wrote will be good enough for you my dear~

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Yan!Rich Boy X Reader (!!SMUT!!)

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

CW: not proof read, yous/yours used, gn reader, there is SEX, sloppy lewd writing, alcohol, drunk sex, yandere is pretty tame since there is smut. (LMK if I'm missing anything.)

!!READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION!! MINORS DNI!!

You were a business major at a prestigious college, you worked your butt off trying to get as many grants as possible. Even then, you still needed to seek out loans to help you in your class payments. Luckily you knew that if you wanted to take this path you needed to sacrifice a lot to the grind. A loud laughter broke you out of your thoughts, who the fuck is making so much noise in the library? You look over and see him, the ringleader surrounded by all his goonies, making you grimace. Derek, one of the top nepo babies at the college; his parents being owners of big trading companies. Rumors say that last week he couldn’t decide on either to get a Ferrari or a Lamborghini so he got both.

Laughter rang through the library again, why were they doing this here? There are literal private rooms they could rent if they really wanted a hang out place. Since you were a commuting student you didn’t have a place like a dorm to study in between classes that’s why you had to use the library. You couldn’t sit back and not say anything anymore so you walked up to the small group. “Hey, I’m sorry to be asking this,” why should you be the one that’s sorry you thought, but whatever, “I’m just trying to study and you guys are being just a little loud.” You look at each of their faces finally landing on Derek last looking at him in the eyes. His eyes widen and a cheeky smile spreads on his features again, “sure, if I can have your number.” You laugh slightly because you thought he was joking but he doesn’t laugh along with you so you gulp and take out your phone. After the exchange he leads his friends out of the library with him.

The next day after your classes you were in the library studying again. You noticed that someone sat down beside you and came face to face with Derek. “Hi,” he says with a smirk, “what are you doing?” You looked at him, confused, “I’m studying.” “Is it fun?” You scoff, “no, I wouldn’t say it’s much fun. But I can’t let my GPA drop so I gotta do it.” Your stomach growls, loud enough to be heard making you blush. Derek laughs at you, “come on, a bookworm still needs to eat right?” You were confused but packed up your things and followed him out to the parking lot where he pressed his keys and the lights to a Bentley lit up. What about the Ferrari or Lamborghini you heard about? Like reading your mind he said, “I like Bentley for everyday use.” He opened the passenger door for you as you sheepishly went in. The drive was surprisingly pleasant, the weather was cool and he had the windows down with the radio playing the popular songs, singing along to them making you laugh and sing along too. Your anxiety was raised again when you two arrived at what seems to be a restaurant with valet parking.

“Why are we here?” You ask while nipping at your fingers. He looked at you confused, “for dinner of course.” “I, uh, can’t afford something like this,” you said with a blush. His confusion turns into a chuckle, “dude what? My treat of course, come on.” He led you in and the host brought you two to a private room. You glance at the menu but don’t see any of the price tags, only stuff like aged wagyu. He looks at how you squirm and smiles, your range of emotions have entertained him since yesterday when you first looked at him. You were so different from him, constantly on the move, taking everything so seriously. What did it look like when you came undone? He was determined to find out.

He orders for the both of you and makes small talk to learn more about you, each word captivates him and makes him realize how oddly charismatic you were. (He’s already in delulu land) Each back and forth feels so genuine and like a breath of fresh air to him and the best part is that you would look at him when talking to him. When the food arrives you light up after each bite, never did your broke ass think you’d even taste food like this. And don’t forget the wine, you might have gone a little too far with it. He helped you back to his car and started driving, you had the window down and your head stuck slightly out and in the zone to notice that you never asked him where he was going.

He was bringing you to his place, leading you inside to his room, you crawled into his bed giggling. He gets in bed and hovers over your intoxicated form. “Hey, this isn’t my bed,” you slur slightly. “You’re cute,” he says. You giggle some more and boop his nose with your finger. He leans in and kisses you, you sigh as you wrap your arms around him and return the kiss. His hands start to roam and grope your body, with the help of the alcohol your skin feels extra sensitive making you whimper. “You like that?” He asks as he breaks the kiss to have a taste of your neck, licking and sucking with sloppy wet sounds echoing through the room making you moan out his name. “We’re just getting started darling.” He reaches down to your entrance, “look at you, you’re so excited to take me.” He slowly works one finger, then two into your entrance, the slow rhythm gets you worked up and you beg for more. Derek sighs dreamily, this is different when other people ask him for things. He wants to give you the world if you let him. He slips his fingers out of you and you whine more. “Don’t worry, you’ll be filled soon,” he slides his pants down and his girth springs up making your mouth water. You’re grinding against his shaft and it sends a shiver down his spine. He holds your hips in place so he can line himself up to your opening and slowly pushes in. You gasp as he enters, you feel so full and he did everything not to just ram it into you. You both fell into a rhythm, the sounds of skin slapping, whimpers and moans resounded through the room. You returned the favor and sucked on his neck and teased his nipples which got him worked up and he took your legs and pounded you in a mating press, the amount of pressure was dizzying and you found yourself being drowned in pleasure about to release. Your toes curl as you orgasm and he follows sooner after. You pass out and he looks at your sleeping form with his fluids leaking out of you. As much as he wants to keep you marked he gets a towel and wipes you and himself down before snuggling next to you.

Has he known peace like this before? His eyelids grew heavy as he listened to your steady breathing beside him. He was already convinced that you were the one meant for him, his one and only. He’ll take care of you from now on and he’ll do everything you ask of him. Derek didn’t even consider the fact that you might say no, because in his head he was going to make you his and it was your choice of either heaven or hell.

[deceit-and-knowledge]

Ooc: (sorry to that anon that sent a thing about pv getting turned into healer cookie as soon as smilk gets there, we'll let them have a break from torture for now besides this will already be painful to write out, try again later bud)

convo time but posting it like this cause

Yeah.

pv: *walking down the hall holding the gifts*

I didn't think it'd be this bad..

*sighs*

s: *walking down the hall, heart in hand* (metaphorically)

*the two meet, face to face. Shadow milk staring down pure vanilla in his opened eyes. shadow milk takes in a gulp of air, his chest heavy and filled with emotions. Emotions he doesn't know how to process, they make him feel irritated. Meanwhile pure vanilla is filled with nothing but guilt. He hurt more than just a dear friend but someone who wished to be called his boyfriend.*

s: pure vanilla cookie i-

pv: shadow milk cookie I wan-

...

s: ...

pv: ...

You..go first.

s: ...I... I'm sorry for pressuring you.

maybe we shouldn't date, y'know just break up!.... It's fine really! I got other waaaayy more important stuff than a silly boyfriend!

maybe we're both not re-

pv: don't fib such things to me.. clearly romance and love is a very sensitive topic for you, look. I'm really sorry.. it's just..a force of habit. I've gone so long calling you my friend.. it feels strange to call you something different, i do genuinely love you.. you're my whole world..

s: ....

*stares at pv, his eyes widened but his cheeks blushed, his expression seemingly shocked or upset*

pv: ...I'll never do it again, I'm sorry it hurt you. It was a mere mistake but I recognise you were hurt. It's just. Also I feel.. bad. I feel like I'm walking in on a family..

s: what?..

*shakes head* no... Candy apple cookie and black sapphire cookie want me to be happy.. candy apple cookie just is afraid to lose me.. but we can prove to her that she won't lose me!..

...you aren't walking in on anything, trust me.... please.

pv: alright ..

Shadow milk cookie.. what.. would you like to be called.. any nicknames or pet names we should call each other, I want us to be happy and comfortable with one another..

s: ...huh..

pv: we're boyfriends...right? Couples typically call each other special, cutesy names. What special names do you wish to be called and what do you wish to call me.

s: ..uh.. well..hm. oh! You remember that little nickname I gave you?

pv: 'silly vanilly?'

s: mhm! What if I called you vanilly?

pv: perfect! What would you like me to call you? I can't accidentally slip up if I only call you a cute name.

s: ........

I don't know.. what do you have in mind.

pv: bluebird?..blue? Milky?

s: blue's fine.. uhm. Hey.

pv: hm?

s: ...I felt really...hurt when you called me your friend..

I know..that dumb magic thing happened.. but it still hurts, you sounded so awkward..

pv: this relationship thing is very new to me, again, I'm sorry I hurt you..

s: ...

pv: I adore you, blue. I love you..but.. I recommend we take this slow.. I don't want you to make you uncomfortable..

s: taking slow would be nice...

....

.....*blushing* .....I......finish doing that thing I wanted to do....

pv: *blushes* o-oh! Sure! Go ahead..

s: ... *Floats down, shakily standing on his legs, holding pure vanilla via his shoulders*

*gently leans down and plops a small kiss on pure vanilla's cheek* ...*snaps back, embarassed, wipes lips* haha.. um.

pv: aww what was that for? Do I taste bad?

s: ....

pv: hahaha I'm sorry I'm just teasing, I know you're not a huge fan of vanilla flavours

s: (was lying to him)

...yeah..

...vanilly..

....

pv: it's so odd seeing you all shy.. haha.. oh! Here.. they're for you.

s: ...oh..th..thanks.. *takes the flowers* ... they're. Nice..

...*sighs* .... um. Now what.

pv: well I certainly feel better getting that off my chest..however, I feel it's best we have a little bit of time apart... I heard black sapphire cookie was making you a meal so I'll go tend to my garden and you eat! How's that?

s: alright....um..l...love..y..ou..

pv: love you too~ ♡

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Summer Session II

700 words

CW: N/A

A/N: um, guys Y/N is a lewser and Sana knows it

[Sana x F!Reader] 

Requested: Yes

You texted with Sana sparsely throughout the week. It was a delicate dance for you and your growing anxiety. You didn’t let yourself reply to her more than twice a day, desperate to appear cool and aloof. After enough pain-staking back and forth over a couple days, you had plans to meet her for a drink on Friday night. On the train ride back downtown, your phone buzzed. You nearly dropped your phone trying to pull it out of your pocket to see who had messaged you. 

Chae 🍓: are u ready for your (friend) date, superstar!!! 

You: hi! no! why am i THIS nervous 

Chae 🍓: oooh you liiiike her now 😏

You: say that again and i wont tell you how it goes tn 

Chae 🍓: OKAY okay sorry 

Chae 🍓: but if she becomes your new bestie over me i’m fighting her 

You: NEVER i promise

You tried not to gulp cartoonishly when you arrived at the bar Sana had suggested meeting at. It was a three dollar sign type of bar, and your meager internship wages told you you’d only be drinking a single drink tonight. 

As if reading your mind, Sana insisted the first round of drinks was on her. The two of you sat up at the bar sipping drinks that used ingredients you’d have never found at any of the cheaper college bars closer to campus. Stupidly expensive, but the gold leaf that swirled in your glass was pretty, at least. The conversation between the two of you started out with safe topics like school and internships, but Sana, you found, was fun to talk to. Your conversation with her continued to flow naturally into other topics like music and shows. You were just about to ask her what her availability looked like for next week in hopes of meeting up again, when she turned to face you. 

“So, Tinder, huh?” she asked, a playful smile on her face. 

You felt your face burn. Sana signaled for two more drinks, giving you a millisecond to try and compose yourself before you died of embarrassment right there in the dark, moody bar. 

“Uh, yeah. It– it was mostly to try and make friends,” you stammered. Sana nodded slowly. 

“Mostly, sure,” Sana said. “Have you had any luck? Or– are you seeing someone?” she flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder casually, and the crisp, fresh scent of her hair products felt intoxicating suddenly. “I can never remember who in our cohort does and doesn’t have a significant other.” 

“I haven’t,” you said, maybe a little too quickly. “And no. I got stood up for the first time ever like right after moving here…” you paused to take a sip of the fresh drink in front of you. “Kinda took the fun out of wanting to find someone,” you said. 

Sana frowned. “You’re way too cute to be stood up,” she said. 

You blushed. “Oh, well–” 

“Forgive me,” Sana cut you off. “If this is like, entirely too forward…” she nearly drained her glass as she raised it to her lips to drink. “I know you said you’re using the app for friends and that’s cute, but I think I saw your profile say you’re a…” her gaze found yours. “...service top?”

“Oh god,” you cringed, mentally kicking yourself for putting that on there in the first place. “You saw that?” 

“Yes,” Sana said, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Personally, I’d love to see for myself sometime.”  

“You– what?” You almost laughed, thinking she was joking at first. But then Sana gave you a once over and you nearly fell over. She wasn’t kidding. 

Wordlessly, Sana flagged down the bartender. She paid for both rounds for both of you. As she signed her name on the receipt, she looked at you again. “Are you free tomorrow night?” 

You nodded dumbly, moving to stand when she did. She hugged you. Had her perfume always smelled that good? You couldn’t remember now. When you pulled away, you must have had a deer-in-the-headlights expression on your face, because Sana giggled. 

“See you tomorrow,” she said, brushing your arm lightly. “I’m free after seven. Wear something cute.” 

[effy-writes]

HIIIII!!! SO I HAVE A REQ FOR A FIZZ X READER (you can add asmodeus too if you want) WHERE IN EP 6 READER GETS KIDNAPPED WITH BLITZ AND FIZZ :3

HIII SORRY THIS WAS PUBLISHED LATE IVE BEEN SUPER BUSY THE PAST COUPLE OF DAYS. and i didn’t know if you wanted the reader already be dating fizz or platonic or smth so i made it where fizz and the reader are best friends and they ended up confessing their feelings bc they thought they were gonna die at the end

and thank you for requesting! hope you enjoyed <3

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Fizz x GN! Reader: Confessed

Ozzie knows that you and Fizz has been best friends since childhood, so he called you to go with Fizz to run some errands because he doesn’t want Fizz to go alone. Of course you said yes because you wanted to protect him, so you and Fizz were currently at the Greed ring.

“Fizz, you sure you wanna do that clown tryout thing? You know how Mammon is.”

“Ugh not you too. Did Ozzie tell you to come talk to me about it?”

“Well, maybe. But still, you look so stressed whenever you’re working with Mammon.”

“Don’t worry about me-”

He got interrupted by running into Blitz, like literally running into him. Since childhood you obviously hung out with Fizz way more than Blitz, (so of course, Blitz doesn’t like you as much. Well more like he doesn’t hate you as much as he hates Fizz).

“Oh, wow. Lookee who it is.” Fizz crossed his arms.

“Oh, fuck... You again...Y/n? You’re still hanging out with him?”

“I didn’t abandon him like the way you did.”

“I didn’t- you know what fuck it never mind.”

“Stalkin' me now, huh?” Fizz replied to Blitz.

“Oh, don't fuckin' flatter yourself, clown. I have my own life, y'know, without YOU in it.”

“Uh huh, sure! Blitzo.”

“The "O" is silent now, bitch! And gee whiz, we've been in each other's relative vicinity TWICE, in the last FIFTEEN YEARS! That would make me, THE SHITTIEST STALKER IN HISTORY!”

“Twice... IS ALREADY WAY TOO MUCH.”

You watched as the two bicker at each other. You were about to say something to cut this interaction off but all of a sudden the three of you were touching bodies. And in a blink of an eye immediately got slammed against the wall. The wall slamming knocked the wind out of you.

“Funny to run into ya again, "Blitzy!"” Striker laughed as he pulls out his knife and slides toward Fizzarolli, pointing it under the chin. “And with a famous friend...” Striker looked at you and tilted his head, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I asked you first!”

“I asked you second!”

“Oh, fuck me.” Blitz groaned.

“For the record, we are not friends.” Fizz announced.

One thing led to another. Crimson tied up the 3 of you, and put duct tape on Fizz’s mouth. You tried to break out of the ropes to protect Fizz but it was no use. Since you kept making a lot of noise Striker put duct tape over your mouth while Crimson was leaving a prerecorded message.

You realized that Crimson was going to send the video to Ozzie. Does Ozzie know that I’m here with him? Fuck..he’s going to be so pissed that I let this happened.

After the message, Striker ripped off the duct tape of your mouths and threw the three of you into a cage. Fizz stammers in fear while Blitz scoots back. You got closer to Fizz, trying to calm him down since he’s a little claustrophobic.

“Oh, chill out, jester. Christ on a stick, it's like you've never been tied up before!”

“Sure, but not by a bunch of psychos! And a piece of shit!”

“Am I...? Okay, am I the psycho or the piece of shit?”

“Both!”

“Yeah, that checks.”

“Instead of yelling at each other we need to find a way to break out!” You whispered.

“Y/n why are you with him anyway?” Blitz jabbed.

“We’re best friends.” You shrugged.

“And Fizz still didnt ask you out?

Fizz gulped, completely discarding this topic, “Ohh, playin' that card, huh? Ok... What about you? Seems your tastes have gotten more... "regal", lately. Heheh...”

“Yeah, well unlike you, I fuck who I want, when I want. I'm not gonna be tied down to some big blue-blood asshole.”

“You could've fooled me the way Princey was cozying up to you at Ozzie's.”

“Wait, you were at Ozzie’s? And on a date with the prince?” You interjected.

“Hey! Stolas only cares about having a rugged peasant raw-dog him into his mattress, it's nothing... y'know...It's nothing else...”

“Then why were you even there?” Fizz questioned.

“OTHER very important reasons, of course!”

You tried to wiggle yourself out of the ropes while in the midst of Blitz and Fizz arguing yet again. Hearing the way Fizz spoke about Ozzie made you have a pain in your gut.

Striker interrupted the discourse that was happening, and then proceeded to say all of the things wrong with the taboo relationships that Fizz and Blitz had with royal blue bloods. Obviously Fizz got defensive, which made Striker threaten him.

“Leave him alone!” You yelled out.

Striker glared at you and let go of Fizz, “Looks like you want him, don’t you?”

“Excuse me?”

“I see the way your face changed from pissed off to sadness once jester over here started talking about his boy toy.” Striker grinned sinisterly.

You glanced over at Fizz who had wide eyes, “No, I’m just sad because I have to be locked up in a cage with people who won’t stop fighting.” You said as a matter of fact.

Striker shook the cage before jumping down from it. You looked back at Fizz and softly smiled, not knowing on what to say without expressing your feelings for him.

You stayed silent as Blitz was finally able to get you and Fizz out of the cage, but once you guys all fell out and was met face to face with mafia members things got serious.

You and Fizz made a run for it while Blitz was fighting them off. “We have to help him.”

“What? No!”

“Fizz please. If we don’t we might die.”

Fizz didn’t want to help the person that stabbed him in the back, but he did wanted you to live. “Fine.”

And with that you and Fizz tried to kill off as many members as possible. Fizz doesn’t know how to fight, but you do know some fighting moves.

“What the fuck, Fizz?! How is someone this flexible, this useless in combat?! At least Y/n knows how to fight.”

“I’m a performer! I don’t do danger!”

With a few of the demons out for the count, Blitz, Fizz and you made a run for it.

“Well good to know you're still a wimpy circus puss that needs Y/n to protect you, sounds like you’re using them!”

“Where did you get that from!” Fizz yelled.

“Because ever since we were little they had to protect you! Especially after that accident!”

“AN ACCIDENT?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“Guys we seriously need to stop arguing we HAVE to focus getting out of here!” You yelled.

“You didnt even sound grateful that Y/n was with you! And you were the one who wanted them and not me!” Blitz shot the mafia number that was coming from behind.

“I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT ME NOT WANTING YOU TO SEE ME! I WANTED YOU TO.” Fizz huffed, “I wanted my best friends to see me.”

All three of you guys had a look of realization. “Ohhhh.”

“Look, Misunderstanding or no, it's hard to just forgive you. It's been fifteen years and... That's so much time... But! I guess you didn't really ruin my life.”

“What, you're telling me getting blown up didn't ruin your life?”

“It was painful... and challenging, and y'know FUCK YOU STILL, BUT... It's not like I'm broken. And I now have someone who understands me and...” Fizz looks at you and softly smiled.

Blitz looked at you too, “Where were you in the fire?”

“I was with Fizz. He uh…pushed me out the way and he got blown up instead of me.“

Striker snuck up on you guys and got a hold of you three, “You been a pain in my ass long enough, Blitz. NOW, I'm gon' break you like a FUCKIN' HORSE!”

“Ohh don’t you dare talk sexy to me!”

“You're still on the horse thing?!” The two of you said.

Striker and the goons cornered you guys even more. “Fizz! Remember how you used to distract my dad so I could steal his booze?”

“I mean, yeah? Why?”

“Yeah well, I need to get up to that window there to bust us out.”

“Ohohooo! One distraction, comin' up!”

The moment Fizz started to perform you helped Blitz break out.

“Since when did you become a personal body guard for Fizz?”

“Since he saved me from that fire. I feel like I owe it to him.” You replied as you and Blitz created a tower of boxes to get to the window.

“I didn’t mean to blow him up, Y/n. I’m sorry that I did and it WAS an accident!”

“I know, I believe you. Don’t worry about it, okay? He’s doing good.”

Blitz used a blow torch to open the window. “I’m sorry I didn’t even try to contact you either. I was just..I don’t know.”

“Dude it’s okay. Stop apologizing- You just fucking dropped the blow torched.” You deadpanned.

“Fuck! Okay uh..give me those extremely convenient bombs.”

You turned around and saw them. “Oh, would you look at that.”

You guys set them around the window and took some steps back before pushing the trigger, making the window explode into a massive hole.

Fizz stretches up and allowed Blitz on his back while using his other mechanic arm to hold you and swung you guys out of the warehouse.

The whole building caved in as you three made a run for it while laughing. Your hand was still in Fizz’s, and since he can’t feel you assume he doesn’t know you guys are holding hands.

In the midst of you guys talking Striker grabbed the two of you. You stomped on his foot, but instead of him letting go you and Fizz, he only let go of you, making you drop and before you could get up and stepped on your neck, cutting off air flow.

“Y/n!” Fizz shouted.

“I'm THROUGH losin' these fights! This worthless little pet REEKS of his over-bloated master... I'll at least enjoy gettin' rid of 'im.”

Blitz sweats a little, then finally shooting the gas tanks, making them explode. Striker scurries away and the moment he did Fizz helped you up while you gasp for air.

“Are you okay!?”

You looked at your surrounding areas, flames all around you two. “Fizz! We’re going to catch on fire!” You screamed out.

Fizz tried using his mechanical hand to reach out to get you two away but it malfunction. “Fuck!”

“Fizz, I always had feelings for you since we were little and I really wished I said something before we die.”

Fizz saw Blitz hop onto a crane and hold his hand out to grab you guys. “We’re not going to die I promise, here hold on to me.”

You held onto Fizz as blitz swung you guys out of the fire and onto a safe area.

“YOU BLEW US UP AGAIN YOU PRICK!” Fizz yelled.

“I know. But this time I stuck around.” Blitz saw that you guys were still holding hands, “And I overheard Y/n express their feelings for you because they thought you guys were gonna die. So uh, congratulations! If I didn’t try to blow you guys up then Y/n wouldn’t have confessed SO, yall welcome.”

“Fuck you.” You and Fizz said in unison.

~~

Before you and Fizz met face to face with Ozzie, he wanted to talk to you. “I-”

You interrupted, “It’s okay if you don’t have feelings for me. I understand and it was very impulsive for me to say that. I know you and Ozzie-”

“We’re polyamorous. I want you in our relationship.”

“But what about Ozzie?”

“He won’t mind, in fact he’s always been telling me to invite you joining us because he knows I’ve had feelings for you since we were little.”

You smile out of relief and wrapped your arms around him to pull him into a kiss. “What are we going to say to Ozzie?”

“We’ll walk up in there and just tell him we’re in a relationship.”

“Are you sure he won’t mind?”

“Y/n,” Fizz placed his forehead onto yours so he could feel you, “Today he told me to ask you out. Everytime we hang out one on one he’s always telling me this. I’m just glad you were the one to say it first because I do NOT have the guts.”

“In my defense I thought we were gonna die, so if it wasn’t for Blitz we wouldn’t be having this conversation.” You kissed Fizz, “I love you Fizz, I really do.”

“I love you too.”

[graysnetwork]

⊰Mr. Nonchalant⊱

info- spent half of the day writing this cause I was out of ideas but also bored and stuff. And i still have some requests i still have not done but for some reason i just get stuck. So i'm sorry if you requested and i've never done it.

warnings: wounds mentioned (cut/gash), blood

Summary: Keegan is only ever sweet with you, and it's finally dawned on him that, he likes you, a lot.

Keegan is so sweet with you.

He’s literally so nice to you, helping you with anything you need. And everyone on base fully believed you two had a thing going on because he was only nice to you, until you stared at them in confusion because you had no idea what they meant. There was nothing going on between you guys.

You thought he was just a nice guy who liked to help everyone, but you were wrong, kinda. He was a nice guy who did like to help, just you. 

He was a dream though, he helped you with everything; from training, to grabbing things from high places for you. And to add to that, he was handsome. He had those beautiful icy blue eyes, and he was always clean shaven, he had downturned lips, and short messy black hair. He rarely took his mask off, but with you he did. Barely anyone knew what he looked like. Only the people he trusted knew what his face looked like. You had only joined the team as a medic for them this year so the rest of the team  thought it was surprising he let you see his face since more than half of them have only ever seen his mouth when he lifted his mask to eat.

In Keegan’s perspective, he knew he was being very nice with you. There wasn't a particular reason. He just always wanted to be nice to you. You were pretty and super kind to him so he wanted to be kind to you as well. He was asked constantly by his teammates if you two had something going on and he denied everything, though, he wouldn't deny you if you wanted something to go on.

He was starting to realize his stomach did flips whenever you were around, and his face got hot under his mask when you stared at him through your lashes, and his mouth went dry when you asked him a question. His pupils would be blown out at the sight of you, or just the thought of you.

And he was such a serious guy, but for you…

He would even try to crack a joke or two when you were around just to hear a giggle come out of you. And he had very, very dry humor, and all of the jokes he told you were terrible but that's half the charm.

When Logan finally asked Keegan about you, his cheeks went red, and he stuttered like a kid presenting in front of a class. He was a total mess when it came to you, as a topic. When he was actually talking to you, he was totally fine. But Mr. Nonchalant was acting very chalant about you.

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You sat in front of keegan staring at the wound on his side, you began stitching him up. His face contorted into an expression of pain, his groans intensified as you reached the middle of the slit.

“m’sorry… but i'm almost done” you whispered and he groaned back as a response. “S’fine sweetheart, dont worry about it, just hurry.. please” he whispered, You nodded and finished stitching the wound. Keegan sighed as you finished, he closed his eyes, sat back in his seat, and relaxed. “thank you..” his voice barely above a whisper. “are you okay?” you asked and furrowed your brows “im great, feeling better already” he muttered back, “good, i'm gonna go get you ice” you smiled and went over to the fridge and grabbed an ice pack. His eyes followed your figure, and your voice, he smiled and watched you.

“y/n, can we talk?’’ he muttered again, “of course, About what?” you perked up your brows, “..us..” he whispered, his stomach felt empty and he felt like throwing up. “what about us?” “well, i uh.. I need to talk to you about something” he gulped and he took his eyes off of you as you sat back down in front of him, he couldn't look at you anymore now, his eyes wandered everywhere except towards you.

“about what keegan?” you asked and placed the ice on the wound. “I-” he let out a shaky sigh as he sat up again trying to relax as he kept the ice on his slit. “I love you y/n” he whispered, your eyes widened and heat ran up your neck to your cheeks, you felt hot, not in a good, sexy way. Like you were having a fever.

“Oh wow..”

That was the only thing that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Yeah.. I love you. And it's fine if you don't even remotely like me back, because i love you so much that i just want you to be happy” he got up slowly from the chair, still keeping the ice against himself “ even if that means i don't get to love you, but i want you to be happy, and if that means no me in your life then that's fine, super fine, not fine with me but if it makes you happy, then i'll say it's fine…” 

“I want you” you gulped and stood up in front of him, “really?” his brows perked up and his stomach did flips. “Really.” you nodded and took in a deep breath and exhaled deeply. “good were on the same page..” you gulped once again, “yeah.. So, do you wanna go out some time” he asked, "sure, " you smiled sheepishly. “When we go out, i promise i'll actually have flowers for you and i'll tell you ‘i love you’ properly, y’know, flash mob and everything” he smiled “don't do that, please” you giggled.

He stepped closer,put his hand on your cheek,

And he leaned in and kissed you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you kissed him back, gosh, he was a great kisser. His other hand found its place on your waist and he didn’t pull away, neither did you. It seemed that the two of you didn’t want this moment to end.

Nobody, if they were in this situation, would ever dare to pull away from this euphoric movie scene. You could probably pitch this as a movie scene, handsome shirtless soldier kissing a medic after admitting their love for each other.

Gosh, he was a good kisser.

[cosmicanemoia]

Ms. Nobody

Melissa schemmenti x reader

SUMMARY

You show up at Abbott Elementary and stick your nose into everybody's business, and no one knows what you really do.

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You were walking down the hallway of Abbott Elementary looking for the principal's office, but you couldn't seem to find it. You were wearing a black and white, three piece pinstripe suit, looking like a stuck-up, but also, like a million bucks, you thought its suffocating.

A woman with a leather jacket paired with tight leather pants walks in your direction, as she gets closer from where you stand, you realise her hair is red, some of it tuck in a cat-eye-framed glasses.

You noticed she's fixated on her phone, so you block her way to make her notice you, she accidentally bumps into you, noticing you too late to stop on her tracks "Sorry, miss. Could you please point me in the direction of the principal's office?" She observed you with a stoic look on her face, you know she's trying to get a read on you "just follow me. I was going there anyway"

The walk to the Ava's office was filled with silence and when you got there, Ava checks you out and raises an eyebrow, she looks at the red haired woman "Damn! Schemmenti, thanks for bringing me a hot stripper. How'd you know I need to release some stress" miss Schemmenti made a dumbfounded face "wha--" she's trying to say something but you interrupted her "That's highly inappropriate" you said that left a silence in the room for a few seconds until you break it "That's highly inappropriate if I wasn't a stripper" both of the women's eyes widened by your revelation.

You started unbuttoning your blazer "but lucky for you I was" their jaw dropped at the sight "woah-- w-what the hell is going on?" Melissa earnestly asked looking around the room, confused by the act happening in the principal's office, you took your blazer off, throw it in a chair, and started unbuttoning your vest "I don't know-- but I'm liking every second of it" Ava replied, her eyes fixated on you. A smirk starts to form in your mouth, both women liking the scene more than they should, you took the vest off and throw it in with the blazer, you started to loosen your tie, you were holding back a laugh for quite some time but you couldn't hold it in anymore, so you burst out laughing, the two women bewildered "I'm just kidding!-- I'm not a stripper" you announce "what!?!" Ava and Melissa both shouted at the same time, their voice both frustrated and annoyed.

"Principal Coleman, I need to talk to you in private regarding classified topics" you took a seat in front of her. Ava gulped and clear her throat which Melissa mirrored "of course. Melissa, what do you need?" The principal asked the teacher "Uh- I forgot... I'll just come back later" Melissa walks out.

You've been there for a couple months now since that day. You've easily made friends with most of the teachers there. Janine always asks you questions but you rarely get to answer them because the topics sometimes change way too fast. Jacob jokes around you, talking nonstop, mostly dropping random facts about something not very well known but you already knew them so it fascinates him. Gregory asks you questions out of nowhere, he's quite and he listen but speaks his mind when he feel the need to do so, and you're just willing to listen. Barbara is always glad when you come to observe her class and is always kind to you. Ava unashamedly flirting with you everytime she can, you sometimes flirt back which makes her fluster and blush. Mr. Johnson telling you stories no one would bother to listen to or believe, but you always listen and you don't care if his stories are believable or not, they're still good stories nonetheless. Melissa scoffs at you when she sees you but it only lasted for a week, and she eventually warms up to you, but you know she still have some doubt and still don't fully trust you, you make her smile and you make her laugh everytime you can.

The teacher's are gathered in the teacher's lounge given that it's lunch time. They were chit chatting and catching up until the topic of their conversation became you.

"There's this mysterious woman who came from nowhere and people doesn't know what she really does here, where she came from, we only know she observes the school and do nothing else" Melissa stated making the other teachers question what are your true motives. They added and added so called facts and evidence of your actions trying to figure you out.

You made your way to the teacher's lounge with your hands in the pockets of your jacket, when you open the door and walk in, the room fell silent. You made your way to the vending machine "how is everybody?" You inquired but your met with silence still and you could feel the tension, you turn your back to check on them and when you do, all their eyes are shooting daggers at you. "What's going on?" You inquire once again, and once again your met with silence.

"You a cop?" Melissa ask you, breaking the silence. You slowly walk closer to her and you sigh "actually, I am." You pulled out a hand cuff out of your jacket, and everyone is stunned, "and Melissa Ann Schemmenti, you are under arrest for obstruction of justice, aiding and abetting, and harboring a criminal in your home" you started to handcuff her, she scoffs "That's ridiculous! I don't know what you're talking about" everyone is in complete shock. A smirk that has formed in your face since you handcuff her begins to become a grin, you tug softly at her shoulder and starts to walk, but halfway through the door you halted and speak again "but mostly for stealing my heart" you burst out laughing and it clicked to everyone what you just did, everyone is holding back their laughter, afraid of the redhead's wrath that you might have unleashed. Your laugh fades when you realise you're the only one laughing, it turned into an awkward chuckle "oookaayyyy. Tough crowd"

Melissa rolled her eyes "ha- ha- satisfied? Now get this off of me" she commanded. You started to search your pockets and nothing "Uh- I might have lost the key" you look at her with puppy eyes, "if this is another one of your jokes, I swear--" her sentence, unfinished, as you tug her and interrupt her "come, I have a copy hidden somewhere" you said as you lead her out the door. When you both are out of sight everyone sighed loudly releasing the breath they didn't know they were holding back.

While walking down the hallway Melissa ask you "so, you just carry around a handcuff with you?" "Who doesn't?" You answered like it's a totally normal thing to carry handcuffs around. She rolled her eyes again, tired of your antics, now clearly irritated, "what kind of idiot carries a handcuff and not have the keys?" You raise your two thumbs and started pointing it to yourself "this idiot, obviously. --Is it idiotic? Or is it part of my grand master plan to get you alone in a private room, with me?" You whispered the last part of your sentence in her ear in a seductive tone.

She's quite for a long time until she ask another question "where'd you put this key anyway? I feel like we've been walking in circles" you smiled and stop in front of her "we actually are" she stopped on her track and looks at you, furious, evident in her eyes.

You started to walk again and this time with the intention of getting the key. You knock at Ava's door and she tells you to come in. You walk in and Ava lifted her gaze from whatever she was doing on her laptop to you "Hey hottie" you shake your head unimpressed with her flirting "where's the key to your handcuffs?" Melissa burst in "This is Ava's handcuffs?!" She lifts and wave her hands "Yes. She gave it to me earlier to hold onto. And you presented an opportunity for it to be used-- so, here we are..." you answered her and she scoff "you won't see another light of day, when I get out of this freaking situation" you smiled at her, daring her to follow through her threat "Nobody carries a handcuff around unless they're actually a cop" you explain "or a stripper" ava added to the end of your sentence.

"Dear god give me patience or I might actually commit murder" Melissa closed her eyes and prayed, as Ava toss the keys to you, and you catch it. You walk over to Melissa to uncuff her as she glares and growls at you. When you finally freed her she massage her wrist and she fake pouncing on you which made Ava flinch, but you stand there unfazed.

Melissa walks out the room first. You drop the cuffs on Ava's table and walk out the office without saying a word.

You had an eventful evening, but today's school is over. You made your way outside the school through the parking lot.

Someone suddenly pulled you, then pushed you against the wall, it was Melissa who is out for blood, your blood. She has you pinned against the wall, you're not complaining, in fact, you actually like it, that position, but really, you just like her.

"Don't think I'll pity you because you're young and pretty. You don't know who you're messing with" she said and you cant help but blush "you think I'm pretty?-- I think you're pretty too, pretty and HOT!" You said emphasising the last word. You were looking eye to eye, faces inches away from each other, you let your eyes wander on her lips, and before both of you knew it, you were kissing her, but you suddenly pulled away when you realise she's not kissing back. She let go of you "first you handcuff me, call me hot, and now kisses me--- what the hell is wrong with you kid?" You look down at your feet ashamed of yourself but you look back gazing in her eyes "I'm not a kid.-- And there's nothing wrong with me.--- I'm just... just-- completely and utterly head over heels for you" you felt something hit the side of your face, you caress it with your hand, she had slapped you, you bit on your lower lip, your chest starting to tighten "don't mess with me like that" she said plainly "I'm no--" "Shut up" she said before you could explain yourself.

You just stood there in the cold as you watch her drive away. 'I really fucked this, shit!' You thought to yourself. You let out a loud sigh thinking how you screwed out really big.

The next day you went to school early, hoping you'd catch her and apologise for being such an asshole, but she didn't get in until before the class starts leaving no time for chit chats, especially with you.

Lunch came and you announce your presence when you walk in the teacher's lounge. You scan the room and you saw everyone is there. "I know you have question. I'm going to answer them truthfully and seriously" you said confidently and you sit on the couch.

Janine raises her hand and you raises your eyebrow at her signaling her to go for it "I actually forgot what to ask- I'm just eager to learn more about you" you nodded and you lean in the couch resting your elbows in your thighs "I know none of you know my name. That's OK. Ms. Nobody sounds good to me, but my name is y/l/n, y/n y/l/n.

"I have a question" Melissa speaks up "What is it you actually do here?" You think for a second "good question. *sighs* I help school that are about to be shut down by the government because the number of students doesn't meet the minimum quota for a public school to be open and for the lack of teachers teaching at the said school or schools that are barely making do"

"We're about to be shut down?" Janine asked to no one, and the teachers starts to converse among themselves, everyone of them shocked by the revelation.

A few minutes later "all teachers please proceed to the library after class we're having an unplanned meeting" Ava said to the intercom.

Someone is about to ask you question but the bell rang and they all dispersed, saddened by the news you told them. You rest your back on the sofa sighing with relief that you don't have to carry that secret anymore.

They went on to their classes pushing the news to the back of of their minds and went teaching like they always do.

The class are over and after the teachers tidy up and finish some things before they head to the library. There are a lot of them when you got there so you didn't bother to sit, you just stood and lean against the bookshelf trusting that if it can hold that many books, it can hold you as well.

Everyone is settled in the library. "I know y/n, has break the news to you. But we are not going to be shut down" Everyone simultaneously lets out a sigh of relief.

Melissa turns her head to look at you "you think everything is a joke, don't you? K--" "No. Of course not." You interrupted her before she finish.

"Everyone listen up. Let me rephrase my beautiful self. We are not going to be shut down because of y/n, and as long as she's here, we'll be okay" Ava collects her things and starts to walk away "Is that all? Are we finished?" Janine ask the principal "Janine, why'd you always gotta be so needy?" She scoffs and continues on her way.

You walk over to where Melissa and Barbara are sitting. "Hi Barbs" you greeted her with a pleasant smile and she replied "thanks for helping the school dear" you smile at her more before you turn your attention to Melissa "Hey, hot stuff. Can I talk to you?" "What'd you wanna talk about?" She ask and Barbara excuse herself so you sat next to her.

You are now alone together in the library. "I just wanted to say sorry for the handcuffs thing, and for stealing a kiss from you" she's just sat there quietly "also, I really mean what I said that night" "what? That I'm hot?" She ask still not looking at you, you look down on your knees and smile to yourself "yeah. That too" You grabbed her hand that is resting on her thighs and rest it on yours instead while you held it "I know you think I'm just messing with you. And I can see why you think that. But, I'm not. I'm being serious and I really mean it.-- please, look at me" you requested and she obliged "I'm in love with you" she just stares at you for a moment and then look away, her hand still held by yours.

You close your eyes and smile but you feel defeated. You let go of her hands and stand up. "I'm sorry" she said right before you walk away so you turn on your back to face her "what?" she's quite for a minute contemplating something "I'm sorry for slapping you" she said and you smiled to her "it's okay. I deserved it.-- and I kinda like it" you said and you wink at her "of course you do" she smiles more wide than usual, she's amused.

She stands up and walks up to you closing the space you made when you walk out, she reach on your fore arms and rub it gently, trying to warm you up. "You're getting cold" she said to you but you know you're hot on the inside caused by the woman's touch "And, no. You didn't deserve it" she said and she starts to let go of you but you pulled her into a hug "it's okay. I know you didn't mean it" you said as you hug her tighter.

You let yourself loosen the embrace but you feel hers tighten, not yet ready to let go, so you tighten your arms around her once more, waiting for her to be ready to let go.

You hugged for more than a couple of minutes until she finally let go, you smiled at each other, saying goodbye with your eyes knowing that you'll meet again soon.

After you've taken a few step away from her she shouted "come over for dinner at my house, let me apologise properly" you look at her with a grin "if you wanted to ask me out for a date, you could've just said so" "and there it is" she gesture with her hands showcasing you and you curtsied at her before you went on your merry way.

You knock and rang on Melissa's door and she opens them right away, inviting you in. Your eyes fixated on her, she looks so comfortable and it warms you, secretly hoping she would be comfortable with you too.

You watch her as you sit on the kitchen counter while she cooks making light conversations.

Her homecooked meal taste so good, you're saying "mmmhh" and nod your head at the same time every time you take a bite. She looks contented and proud of herself.

You were quite for a moment so she ask you "What are you thinking?" You look at her with a wide grin "you don't wanna know" you tease "just tell me" she commanded and you quickly abide "I'm just thinking that my grand master plan actually works. Even better than I'd imagine. Now, I'm eating delicious home cooked meal at your house with a beautiful view right in front of me"

She pulls you in for a kiss, a passionate kiss, which you return with the same desperation she had. You both pulled away at the same time, gasping for air, and catching your breath "I'm just taking back the kiss you stole from me" she said trying to defend her action, you smiled at her "How long have you been wanting to do that?" "Way too long, apparently" she replied and you both burst out laughing.

The night is going great and maybe it will get greater. You don't know where this night might lead you, but you don't care, as long as she's with you, every step of the way.

[candydust]

This chapter includes some of the most intimate bits I've ever written (officially 👀) with these two.

While there's no actual sex in it, there's a few suggestive and associated insinuations.

Chad and Tristan -  the story continues part 7.

Spring came early that year and the verdant greenery exploded in the middle of March. The trees and bushes performed with colorful buds and the flowery plants of snowdrops and tulips were popping up everywhere in a calculated harmony.

The awakening in nature hit Chad very hard. Fresh grass and birch trees surrounded the neighbourhood, and a copious amount of pollen swam over the area.

Each morning and every afternoon after work, he was sent into unstoppable sneezing fits (that he, most often, wished to conqure without subjecting himself to the side effect of drowsy antihistamine) - and by so, he endured the attacks at great length which didn't end until he eventually gulped it down with some water.

The sneezing fits went on in an inexorable manner and while ongoing, Chad attended everyday chore as if he wasn't sneezing at all. While taking care of the laundry. Or cooking a recipe. Reading a book. Spending time by the laptop or just taking out the trash. He'd sneeze into his hands, elbows or a towel or whatever was nearest at hand. Sometimes the sneezes caught him by surprise and he unguardedly let them out into thin air. Whenever it got messy he'd slip into the bathroom and use paper to take care of the issue. And it wasn't until then, when his nose was all red and stuffy, he realized he had enough and finally surrendered by taking the medicine.

The constant and amazing variation of sneezes was driving Tristan improperly insane. Forbidding himself to act out on every desirable need, resisiting every urge to force the actual sneezes onto his own body.

'...uh'GNNtsch!!! ...T'sch!!! ...oh. ...hhh... hhh... ha'Ggnxhh!!!'scho....'

Chad stood over the sink in the kitchen, hands busy washing off the frying pan when he ducked his head downwards with each stifled sneeze. '...eh'gnnzd!!-uhgnnhsch!!!'uh... hhhhh... uh'ddtszch!!!scho... oh goodness.'

'Time for meds?' Tristan asked, standing nearby and scrolling on the phone.

Chad sniffled so strongly that his shoulders trembled from the friction.

'...soon... ugh, bless me... hh... hhhh... ha'TSXCHhh!!!'uuh...'

'Bless you.'

'Thank you. I love spring but this season I really want to be over with it.'

'It's only just begun though.'

It was with the greatest act of nonchalance that Tristan put down the phone on the table.

'I guess I'll just have to... hh, hhhh... ha'iiHZZTSch!!!!'scho... persevere.'

'It'll get worse before it can get any better.' Tristan tried to comfort.

'...yea.'

Chad glanced at the window with a blank and dazed tendency. The red nostrils trembled. Undecisive if the tickle in the nose was sharp enough to reach a full sneeze. He exhaled with a wet sniffle and met Tristan's eyes momentarily. Then the eyes squinted. '...hhhh... ugh, hhhh, hhh...' His head tilted back faintly. Giving Tristan a full view of the tortured and flaring nostrils.

'...uh'GNnughASCHhsxhh'd!!!!' He failed to stifle the sneeze completely and it made his nose run. '...goodness heavens.'

Placing a bunch of tissues at the red nose, he wiped and rubbed at it sternly.

Tristan fidgeted frustrated with the fingers at the edge of his black v-neck t-shirt. It'd been so long since Chad had sneezed on him intentionally. Usually they'd set up a date for such private intimacy, but recently they'd both been busy and the topic hadn't been set as a priority nor been brought up for discussion which only exceeded Tristan's frustrations.

I can't take it anymore. Tristan broke into a sweat with the adrenaline pumping inside of his body. And he had to remind himself of the simplicity that was causing such a inner turbulence. Sneezing. A common thing. Just simple sneez-

'...ha'GNnutschh!!!'scho... ugh, sorry it just keeps... hhh... uh'GNwASCH'sxchh!!!' Chad half-stifled the sneeze harshly to his left. Uncovered. Tristan could see the actual droplets as they floated and landed on the floor.

'...fucking sublime.' He spoke with a whisper while secretly wishing Chad had aimed his face right into his.

'Pardon..?'

He noted the faint but breathy notion in Chad's voice as he drew a unsteady finger beneath the edges of the flaring nostrils.

Another wet sniffle came from the vulnerable nose as Chad scrunched it with an irritated motion. Tristan exhaled. Unable to deny himself the arousing spell that he was under.

With a sturdy contact, his hands grabbed Chad's waist, twirling him around for a spin, catching him in a mid-motion and they staggered against the wall together.

'....oohh?' Chad held onto Tristan's arms with a shocked but amused expression.

'I cannot contain myself around you.' Tristan groaned, moving them against the kitchen cabinets, lifting Chad to be seated, then spreading his legs firmly, placing himself in between.

At first, Chad acted tentative to Tristan's advantages, overwhelmed by the intensity of eagerness. He sniffled while his eyes glanced over to the small opening of the window right behind them.

'I'm so fucking crazy about you.' Tristan hissed when Chad leaned over and reached for the frame of the window and pushed it open. Inviting all the elements of spring to come inside. It was airy and vibrant.

Compelled by the simple commando, Tristan let his hands caress over Chad's back.

Chad looked down, rubbing at his nose which reacted instantly to the sudden and pollinated air.

'Gorgeous...' Tristan motioned for him to remove his hand with a featherlike touch and Chad answered by gripping at the edges from where he was seated. Desperate for something solid to cling onto as his nose demanded to be rubbed and freed from the terrible itchiness.

The red nostrils trembled, his lips parted and the breath revealed a notion of quiver.

Then he suddenly inhaled breathily, unable to speak, nor control the itchy and allergic attack that his nose was under. At first, it looked as if he focused on Tristan, but then he turned his head and from view.

'..hhhh... eh'GNuxtsch!!!-Gnnxh!!-uh'knxguh!!!!-ah'gnNXh!!!-GNnhx!!!'-hah'GNnxxs!!!'tschooo...'

The stifled sneezes exploded from the tensed lips and the wetness sprayed over the wooden surface.

'Bless you beautiful...'

Tristan hands moved over to Chad's waist and pulled him closer.

'...thank you.' Chad sniffled strongly, moving fluently in the direction that Tristan wanted him. '...sorry am I doing okay?' He wondered passively, appearing embarrassed by stating the question. Essentially asking if he was ruining the moment or exciting Tristan's building arousal.

'...you're perfect. Flawless.'

'Oh.' The cheeks at Chad's face flushed with redness. Then he started to hitch once more.

Grasping Chad gently by the neck, Tristan directed him into his chest and he shivered lustfully as Chad's trembling breath met the naked spot at his skin.

'...ugh I can't-' Chad said with hesitation as the room went still for a mere second, then he inhaled sharply.

'...ah'GNNxitsch!!!!!'

The first sneeze of suppression misted Tristan's collarbone with a tantalizing moisture.

'Bless you...' His whispered. Knowing it was selfish, but he begged for more, craved by an insatiable hunger. And by that desirous yearning, Chad's breath wavered again, as if his wish had been granted.

'...ha'GNxutsch!!!! ...hhh... ugh, sorry, I-'

'You're incredible.'

'...Tschh!!-ha'thXTSCHh!!-'  Chad's arms were now around Tristan's waist and he used Tristan's chest to restrain the forceful sneezes that burst out without a sign of relief.

'Baby...'

The indescribable longing that Tristan had been dreaming of, gradually fullfilling itself, reaching towards the ultimate peak.

'...uh'ddASCHschew!!! ...oh my.'

'B-bless you.'

The clear moistness sprayed over Tristan's neck and the upper part of his chest and he shivered, compelled by the utmost pleasures the combination of intoxicating wetness that Chad muffled into him by pressured stimulations.

'...hhhh... uh'WREASsCHschioo!!!'

By each rapturing sneeze, Chad held him a little tighter, as if he was depending on Tristan for support and that devotion alone sent a natural high.

'...uh'WASCHschew!!!! ...oh my God that's so loud, ugh... f-forgivhhhh.... hu'ASCH'schioo!!!' ...hhhh... uh'ESCHschew!!!-ASCHschew!! ...'  Chad's body shook into Tristan with each sneeze, releasing the violent outbursts that he'd fought so hard to hold contained.

'uh'yEASCHschioo!!!'

Tristan gasped, surrendering himself into ecstacy.

'...uh'ASCH!!!schu... hhhh'uh'yASCHsSCHEW!!!! ...oh...  ...I-I need tissues.' 

Fingers fumbled through the pockets and out came a crumbled ball of paper that Chad nervy unfolded and then covered his nose. .'...excuse me.' He squeezed his eyes shut and started to blow harshly into it.

'You're so beautiful.'

Tristan inclined his head sweetly to the side of Chad's cheek, listening peacefully to the lovely sound his perfect nose made. Perhaps Chad found the closeness a little problematic while undertaking such a sensitive issue, but for the moment, Tristan didn't care. Too absored in the euphoric and satisfying arousal that frolicked inside his body and tickled all of his senses; to the extreme of feeling light headed and dizzy all at the same time.

'...eh'gnnxh!!-' Chad snapped forward, forcing Tristan to prop himself up.

'Bless you.' He blessed calmly, taking in the alluring of image of Chad building up once more.

'uh'GNZxh!!!!-'

'Bless you.'

'ha-ddTIZZSCHh!!!!!'schooo... Jesus.'

'Bless you gorgeous.'

A gush of wind caught Tristan's hair when he realized the window was still open so he pushed it shut.

'Thank you so much.' A shy smile spread across Chad's lips as the soggy tissue massaged over the nostrils, then dimly wiping over the wet patches at Tristan's chest.

'For what beautiful?'

'The bless yous.' He lovingly brushed some strands out of Tristan's eyes. '...for each and single one of them.'

His hand returned at Chad's neck.  Enjoying the feeling of his soft hair, slipping through the fingers. 'It is I who should be thankful...' He said reflectively.

'I'm sorry if my sneezes ever get too explosive or you know, out of control.' Chad expressed bashfully.

'That's... impossible.'

With a wet sniffle, Chad brought the tissue back to his nose. 'You promise..?' His voice was shallow. Their eyes connected as Chad raised the finely shapen brows above the ocean blues.

'Cross my heart.'

The contact cut as Chad stifled another rapid triple into the damp kleenex.

'Aw bless.'

'Thank you, godness... uhm... I wonder if the neighbour's heard me, I mean, before..?' A blush came over his cheeks by the spoken thought.

'I don't care.' Tristan smilled cunningly, planting a kiss at Chad's chin.

'I hope not.' He pressed the ball of tissue at the nose when Tristan pulled him into an affectionate embrace.

'I really don't give a fuck.'

He softly chuckled at Chad's ear, holding him preciously.

[supercriminalbean]

No secrets without lies.

Chapter Six --- Just relaxing

Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader (AFAB)

Summary: Aaron wants to try something new with you. Smut, smut with no plot practially. 

Words; 5.5k

Warning: SMUT! Sir kink, hair pulling, oral sex, fingering. fluff. (If I've missed anything let me know.)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I’ve got the next two chapter all ready now, this months writing is slow sorry my loves but hey here’s some smut so enjoy.

After the conversation you two have had you decide to help Aaron get some of his house work done. Even after he repeatedly tells you that you don’t need to help him, you just ignore him as you start cleaning. As you're vacuuming the living area, you see him pick up your to go bag which grabs your attention, flicking the vacuum off.

“What are you doing with that?” Asking him confused as he walks towards the bathroom.

“Washing your clothes, they are dirty so I’m putting them with my laundry” He smirks softly, knowing you would object to him doing that.

“Aaron no you don’t need to do my washing I’ll do it when I get home” You sigh, following him into the bathroom watching as he quickly tips your clothes into his washing machine.

“I know, but it's easier if I just do it now, just in case we get called away on a case before you get time to wash them” Aaron reasons with you smiling as he turns the machine on after throwing his clothes on top.

“That's why I have a spare to go bag in my car at all times just in case” You smirk at him. “But thank you”

“You're always prepared huh?” He smiles, turning around to face you.

“Always” Chuckling softly at him, walking back out to the living room to keep vacuuming.

~~~

After a couple hours of cleaning you're now seated on his couch finishing eating lunch with him. The movie playing in the background long forgotten about once more. The room full of you two laughing, talking about embarrassing stories of you both in your youth.

“Okay so last night” Aaron begins trying to change the topic.

“Oh sure Aaron change the subject, why don’t you” Snickering at him, setting the plate you were sharing with him on the table beside the couch.

“Oh hush” He sniggers, shaking his head, smirking as he looks back at you. “No I want to check with you about a few things that happened last night”

“Aaron, I thought we were good about last night?”

“We are, but I just want to double check on a few things, make sure that you were comfortable with everything we did last night” He smiles softly as he notices you staring to go, your eyes flicking down rethinking about last night. “If there was anything I did that made you uncomfortable, or if you know about anything that you don’t like during sex that I should be aware of?” His face slowly turns serious, needing to make sure that he won’t be hurting you or making you uncomfortable during the act.

“Ah no last night you were great it was” Gulping, clearing your thoughts as your face heats up, growing shy at the thought of talking so openly about it. “I’ve never had a guy who's ever made me uh you know cum, more than once before it was different. I really liked it, I uh you knew exactly what I liked” Blushing softly as you stare at the floor, feeling like if you look at him you might explode.

“I'm sorry, you never what?” Aaron asks surprised, a little rage slipping through his words. “No guys has ever made you cum multiple times?”

Instead of replying with words you decided to just shake your head in response.

“Look at me,” Aaron instructs. Gently placing a hand under your chin, helping tilt your head up to look at him. You're surprised he doesn’t pull his hand away when you lock eyes, just imagining how much your face must be burning his fingers. “No guy has ever made you cum multiple times?” He repeated his question staring at you sternly, wanting you to answer verbally.

“No they haven’t.. Most never focused on my pleasure” You talk quietly, biting your lip feeling shy all of sudden. Which feels unnatural, being shy isn't like you especially when it comes to men. But somehow right now being under Aaron touch, you can't help but want to squirm.

“Looks like I’m going to have to show you how it's done then” He smirks softly, pulling his hand away. 

 “O oh right” Your words stumble out, as you try to think straight but you can't seem to do that as your eyes seem to be stuck on following his fingers.

~~~

“So now that I know that, is that anything else? I already have a feeling about certain things you might like” Aaron smirks as his eyes linger on yours, watching your eyes move along with his fingers. Pleasantly surprised with the power he has on you, he knew from last night that you seem to have a sumbives side in bed. But never knew how shy you could be when it comes out, almost the complete opposite to how snarky and outgoing you are when you're at work or even on nights out. 

“What do you think I like?” Smirking softly, looking up at his face. His face was set with an amused dominated set look on his face, his eyes burning with power and care. He knows what he wants but he also knows he doesn’t want to take this too far with you, not until you're ready.

“Well it's clear you have a praise kink and I could sense maybe a little bit of a degradation kink last night, you're definitely more submissive than dominant, but I think you could be dominant if you want to be” His smirk grows wider as he speak, but his voice keeps leaved as if the words he speaks aren't affecting his at all. If you weren’t looking into his eyes as he speaks, watching them as they darken you would think he was just reading off a piece of paper.

“I also know you like it when I order you around, and you seem to enjoy it alot when I pull at your hair” His voice drops a couple octaves, the deeper his voice gets as he talks about your kink. The more nervous and more heat spreads throughout our body, your eyes slip to the ground biting your lip to keep quiet. 

“You got a few things wrong” Speaking quietly, taking a deep breath, feeling your heart race. Even though you're feeling shyer than normal under his stare, a part of you is trying to break out to tease him and lead him on.

“Oh and that is?” He smirks as you look back up at him, noticing a new fire inside your eyes.

“Your right to say I’m more submissive, I am a switch but I prefer to be submissive until I find someone I trust, but the degradation kink, It's not just a little bit” A light giggle slips past your lips as you look up at him. 

“Oh” Is all he says as he raises his eyes bow at you, his eyes glancing at your lips as you bite it teasingly. “You also have a bratty side to you, don't you doll?, I can see the fire in your eyes” His lip curls up in a mischievous smirk, his hand slides on to your thigh, moving himself closer to you.

“Me a brat? No I’m alway a good one” Giggling playfully as you look up at him.

“Seeing as I'm your boss, I know that's not true, you barely know how to behave most days” Aaron scoffs lightly, his hand sliding up your thigh steadily. His light touch makes you flex your thigh a little, holding back a smirk as you look up at him, trying to seem innocent.

“Hey not true” Arguing weakly, your eyes glancing down to his hand. You aren't able to focus too long on his hand, seeing as his other hand is quick to cup your chin and guide your head back up to look at him again.

“Don’t look away, why don’t you keep telling me what else you like” His voice is more stern now, his eyebrows narrowing to some degree. His firm grip on your face, making your breathing quicken, gulping as you start to feel flustered.

“Ah I um I liked your hand in my hair I ah also” Blushing deeply at the thought of admitting this to him, your eyes flicker to the wall behind him. A small squeeze from his hand, your eyes flickering back to his, he nods at you to continue talking. “I um, I like dirty talking, especially because it's your voice, I really like your voice, it's soothing and comforting” You whisper the words softly, not understanding how weak you can feel just from his look. How can it turn you on so much for this man to have so much power over you. Aaron smiles softly at his stern look breaking as he hears the words you utter. His grip on your face lightens up until he's just lightly cupping your jaw again. 

“Oh is that right, you like the sound of my voice?” He smirks softly, one of his fingers sliding over to your lip, brushing against the bottom one. “Is that why you get so distracted when I talk to you, why you can’t focus on anything when you hear me speak?” He asks, smiling as he sees your eyes light up as he pushes his finger past your lip and into your mouth just slightly. He doesn’t expect you to lean forward and take it further in as you nod, smiling up at him. 

“Mm maybe you do know how to obey me then, you are so good for me” He smirks as he removes his hand from your face, leaning down to kiss you. “Maybe I should reward you, shall I?” Just as he's about to press his lips against yours, his phone starts ringing from beside you. 

~~~

Earning a low groan from Aaron as he pulls away, picking up his phone keeping his eyes glued on yours. 

“Yeah Hotchner?” He answered, not bothering to look at the caller Id. His voice automatically goes to his professional work voice. As the person on the other side of the phone responds, he tenses a little, straightening up, removing his eyes from you.

“Oh hey Jane, Is Jack alright?” The concern slipping through Aaron's voice, worry pulling you immediately out of the mood you were in. Straightening yourself, getting ready to quickly get up and go to get the little Hotchner if you had to. Soon Aaron's face relaxes along with his shoulder, leaning back into the couch.

“Oh no Jane that's fine, he can stay for longer that's no problem, I will need to pick him up before dinner tonight as we have plans but he can stay for a little longer, how about I pick him up in a couple hours say 5pm?” Aaron smiles softly over at you, nodding at the person on the phone.

“Yeah that sounds great, I’ll be there then, thank you” Aaron hangs up the phone, setting it back down, coming to look at you.

“Looks like we have the place to ourselves this afternoon” Aaron smirks, licking his lips as his eyes roam over your body, making your cheeks heat up.

“That is great, Is Jack having fun?”

“He is, but not as much as fun as we are” He mutters as he slides his hands under you, urging you onto his lap, pressing his lips against yours. 

~~~

Aarons hand sneaks up behind the back of your head pulling you further into his lips. His lips are moving slowly but passionately against yours, which is different to last night. This time, he is taking his time to savour the feeling of your lips on yours. You couldn’t help but groan quietly into the kiss, your mouth parting slightly but just enough for Aaron to slip his tongue in. Leaning forward to rest your hands against his chest, your hands gripping his shirt. Your heart is racing due to the activities, kissing Aaron again in the same 24 hours. Having it been so long beforehand, that you had been with someone and now again not even 24 hours later. Your mind doesn’t know how to cope, feeling overwhelmed with his hand sliding up your thigh. His hand stops just inches from where you want him to touch you the most. Trying to be subtle you rock your hips forward against him, trying to get some type of friction going on.

“Do I need to remind you to be patient for me doll?” Aaron grumbles your ear, his lips pressing lightly on your neck. His words making your movement come to a stop as you whine in response, your hands tightening in his shirt. His kisses are light and teasing as he kisses down your neck.

“Aw so good for me” He chuckles lightly, his hand sliding up to play with the hems of your shirt. He pulls your shirt off quickly, reattaching his lips to your neck quickly. Enjoying the way you lean into his touch, the low whimpers that slip past your lips as he teases you. 

~~~

“Have you ever made yourself cum just from grinding against someone before, Doll?” He pulls away from your neck to look at you straight on. A smirk growing on his face as he notices you blushes deeply, growing shy as you nod your head slowly. 

“Once, when I was younger” You whisper shyly, feeling intimidated by that look in his eyes. Aaron chuckles deeply, shaking his head at you.

“Oh I bet you were a desperate little whore back then weren't you?” He raises his eyebrows in questioning, as you look down trying to hide your face from him. Becoming embarrassed and flustered from the way he speaks. 

“Do not look away from me” Scoffing lightly, as he reaches his hand forward looping it through your hair. Yanking your head up to look at him, you can’t help but let out a low whimper full of need as your eyes flicker back to him. 

“I'm sorry” You pout softly, looking into his eyes, your heart racing.

“Then be good, and answer the question for me alright” He smirks softly, his grip loosening lightly. “Were you a desperate whore back then?” 

Gulping thickly at the way he speaks, your heart pounding hard in your chest. 

“Y yes sir” Your words stumble out due to your nerves. His eyes narrow a little as he watches your face, taking you all in. 

“Darling, I need you to tell me if it takes this too far, understand?” His voice comes out softer, the dark look in his eyes lightning up as he takes you in. You nod in response, only for him to tip his head to the side and raise his eyebrow, you know what he wants.

“Yes Aaron, I will tell you if I want to stop I promise” Smiling softly leaning forward kissing him quickly. 

“That's my good doll” He whispers carefully as he pulls away, his hand stroking through your hair. “But I want you to pick out a safe word, I'm sure a whore like you knows what that is, don't you?” He smirks at you teasingly as you blush once more. Nodding as you think, straightening back up as you feel his hand running down your back.

“Safe word um.. How about Caffeine?” Smiling softly as you see him hold back a laugh. 

“Caffeine? Alright and I want us to use the traffic light system. Do you know how that works, darling?” His voice is light and sweet, wanting to stay level headed and needing to know you are comfortable before things get too heated. You nod softly, his hand sliding up to cup your chin gently. You relax into his touch quickly enjoying the softer side he is showing you. 

“Can you tell me what it is, my sweets?”

“Green is good to go, Yellow is slow down or check in with the person and red is stop” You smile softly as you notice the delighted look on his face.

“That's right, if you say yellow I will check in with you and see what direction we want to go from there okay, and never be afraid to just call out your colour or safe word if you're feeling uncomfortable with something, do I make myself clear?” His eyes narrow as he gives your face a quick squeeze making sure you understand him.

“I understand” Nodding softly blushing lightly as he pulls you forward for a kiss.

~~~

“Get up” He orders as he lets you go, his arms falling away from your body. 

“What?” You question, confused to how his soft tone has changed to a hard demanding tone. 

“Did you mishear me? I told you to get up. Don’t make me ask you again” He huffs annoyedly staring at you annoyed. Nodding quickly you pull yourself up onto your wobbly legs, standing up in front of him. Looking down at him you notice how messy his shirt is from where your hands have been, a few buttons are undone. But apart from that he looks almost immaculate. Compared to you, your hair is a mess with new marks down your neck, not to mention being topless in front of him.

“Take your jeans off” He commands, his eyes slowly sliding over your body, taking every inch of you in. You make quick work of undoing your jeans about to slide them down, when he interrupts you again.

“Slow down, turn around, I want to see your ass” He smirks, enjoying the control he has over you. Knowing you would never let others see or control you like this, this is all for him. Taking a deep calming breath as you turn around, sliding your jeans down, bending over to give him a good view off your ass. 

“Fuck darling look at you” He growls out quietly as you stand back up. “Come here”

Quickly you turn back around walking over to him, blushing deeply as you remember his fully dressed while you're just in your underwear.

~~~

Once you reach him, he stands up quickly, towering over you slightly. Wrapping his arms around you tightly as he pulls you into him kissing you roughly. His hands slide down your front, pinching your nipples softly, carefully testing the waters. Groaning faintly into his mouth is all he needs to continue, rolling your nipple even harder between his fingers. Swallowing down your little whimpers as he touches you. He pulls away from you, breathing heavily as he’s starting to run out of air. Staring up at him submissively, licking your lips taking deep breaths trying to slow your racing heart. 

“On the couch, now” He demands breathlessly, pushing you carefully on the couch. Landing with a small pop, you can’t help but giggle softly as you look up at Aaron. Biting your lip lightly as you see him unbutton his shirt quickly before throwing it across the room. 

“Ohhh, now that's my favourite type of view” Smirking up at him, as your eyes rack over his body. Sliding quickly over his scars, knowing he wouldn’t like you looking too long there. Even if you think his scars just make him even more interesting and more attractive. Laughing softly at your words, as he looks down at you almost completely naked right in front of him. Licking his lips as he takes you all in, a small groan leaves his throat as he thinks of all the things he gets to do to you.

“Oh sweetheart, you haven’t seen the view from my eyes then” Smirking softly as he steps closely, lowering himself onto his knees right in front of you. Unable to hold back the shy smile due to the way his words make you fluster, mouth opening slightly as the man in front of you is now on his knees. He grabs your legs firmly, spreading them open as he slides his hands up your thighs smoothly. His fingers stopping just before he can get to your underwear, earning small whimpers of want from you.

“Just relax Doll, I'm going to take good care of you” His words are breathless as he takes in the view right in front of his eyes. The wetness pooling between your legs, your panties seem to just be there to tease him. He hooks his fingers in them, pulling them down at a teasingly slow pace for the both of you. 

~~~

“I need you so badly Aaron” Whimpering out softly, leaning back into the couch, just needing him to touch you badly. A quick sharp slap is struck on your thigh, earning a small hip roll from you along with a small whine.

“That isn’t what you’ve been calling me now is it darling?” A low snarl is heard from him as you shake your head at him, staring at him with apologetic eyes. “Use your words, what do you call me?” 

“Sir, I'm sorry Sir” You whine out, pouting softly.

“That better, you need to remember your manners, I don’t want to have to punish you now” Scoffing faintly, as he watches you try to clench your thighs close. “Oh maybe you want to be punished huh, oh now that is going to be fun to play with little one” Chuckling darkly to himself as he slaps your thigh again smirking. “Maybe another day, because right now I want to taste you” His fingers dance up your thigh gradually, his finger slides through your slit with a teasing lightly touch. 

“Sir please I need you” Gasping as you grip the couch doing your best to not wiggle when he touches you. 

“Oh I will touch you darling, but you must ask permission to cum otherwise your first punishment might come earlier than it needs to, do I make myself clear” His voice is sharp, glaring up at you between your thighs. You nod quickly at him, only verbally responding when you see his eyes darken even more.

“I understand sir”

“Good” He whispers before burrowing his face in between your legs.

~~~

Groaning loudly as his tongue continues to explore every inch of you. His grip on your thighs are sure to leave a bruise but, fuck. You do not care because the way his tongue flicks over your clit has got you so far in bliss. You can barely even focus on how tight he is gripping you.

“Fuck Sir feel so good” You cry out as you feel your self reaching your end. “Sir, can I please?” Whimpering softly as he pulls himself away just briefly.

“Can you what doll? come on, use your words for me” He smirks against you, leaving small teasing kisses on your clit making you whine out.

“You know what I want” Whining softly, rolling your hips against him. Which is apparently the wrong thing to do you realise when he sends a soft slap directly on your pussy. Earning a louder whine from you as you halt your actions.

“Don’t be a desperate whore, use your words, tell me what you want” He growls, glaring dangers straight at you. 

“I want to cum, please can I?” Breathing heavily as you open your eyes, looking back down at Aaron. Watching his hands grip tighter on your thighs as he smirks darkly up at you.

“No, hold it” A silent chuckle seems to roll off his curled lips as he sees a small pout on your lips. His face is back in between your legs, eating you out quickly, teasingly you as he goes. 

“No sir,  please I need to cum” Begging him weakly as you feel his lips curl around your clit, sucking it into his mouth.

“No no I can’t hold it, please sir” Crying out as you beg him. Your legs begin to shake lightly while you do your best to hold back. He pulls himself away from you just enough to get the words out.

“Yeah doll, cum for me” His words are breathless as he reattaches himself to you. Unable to help yourself, your hands needing something more to tug on as you come undone. They quickly find their way into Aaron's hair, gripping it tightly as you cum from his mouth. Your groans and whimpers are filling the room as you come undone, but Aaron can’t help but let out a few of his own groans as he feels your hands tugging at his hair.

~~~

Letting him go as you fall back into the couch breathing heavily as you calm down from your high, smiling softly as you reopen your eyes. Glancing at the man in between your legs, who's smirking at you softly. Wetness dripping down his mouth, licking it up as he stares at you with a mystery glint in his eyes. Before you can question it, he lifts your legs higher, placing them over his shoulder, as he dives right into the mess you've made between your legs. Gasping loudly, your eyes widening as he keeps eating you out. Drawing out those sweet noises from your lips, that he is already addicted to.

“Aar— Sir what are you doing?” Groaning lightly as your questioning is interrupted, by one of his fingers sliding into you. 

“Oh” Is all you are able to get out.

As his mouth continues his pleasurable attack on you, his finger slides in and out of you at the same pace. Still feeling your high from before it doesn’t take long before you’re feeling close again. 

“Sir, you feel so good, please can I come” Whimpering quietly as you clench yourself around his finger.

“No” Shaking his head as he moves his finger faster, enjoying the way you feel around him. 

“Sir please I can’t hold it I need you” Groaning loudly as your hands hit against the couch. 

“Colour?” He groans softly, licking the sweetness that's rolling down your inner thigh. 

“Its green so green Sir” Gulping as your heart races seeing him grin up at you.

“Hold it” He slides a second finger in, groaning softly at the way you feel. “Oh you're so wet, all for me, huh my little slut?” He breathes out lightly, watching you nod at him desperate for a release. “Cum for me darling, be good for me” He whispers out, smirking as he feels you clench around him even more. Letting out a low, desperate moan for him as you let go around his fingers. He doesn’t stop his movement as you let go, continue to finger you through your orgasm. Smirking up at you as he watches you quickly approach your third high before you can even calm down properly. 

“You going to cum again huh slut?” Aaron chuckles softly, licking his lips as he watches you nod weakly.

“Sir please, please need to cum” Whimpering softly, rocking your hips towards hip, Your eyes staring into his, begging him to let you cum.

“Okay doll cum for me” Aaron groans softly, enjoying the view of you cumming for the second time on his fingers. 

~~~

Instead of sliding his fingers out like you thought he would, he slides a third one in. Making your eyes pop open wide staring at him in shock. He only smiles up at you tilting his head to the side, trying to act all innocent. 

“No no Sir I can’t, please I just need you in me” Begging weakly as tears springs to your eyes in pleasure, as he moves his fingers out. Only coming to a stop as he meets your teary eyes.

“Colour my darling” Watching you closely, concerned, but enjoying the way he has so much control over you.

“Green sir, please I just want you in me” Begging at him lightly as you take deep breaths trying to get a hold on your uncontrollable breathing.

“No, I make the decision here, just relax and let me have my way with you” Licking his lips,. Gulping thickly as you whine and reach your hands out to him. Knowing exactly what you want he leans forward, his free hand guiding your hands to his hair. Allowing them to tangle themself inside his hair as he continues to finger you quickly. His other hand slides down, rubbing your clit, slowly as you slowly reach your fourth high. Tugging at his hair lightly as you let out small groans, enjoy the way he toys with your body, allowing yourself to come close to the high. Soon his pace slows down before coming to a full stop, earning a low whine from you and extra tugs at his hair.

“Oh what, you want me to continue baby, then ask me?” Snickering at the look of need on your face.

“Sir please, please keep going I’m so close please” Whining softly, your legs shaking with how overstimulated your body is starting to get. 

“I dont know you don't sound desperate enough” Smirking as he starts moving his fingers, teasingly slow at first. Results in a high wanting groan from you.

“Please sir, I need to cum, I need you to make me cum so badly” You blubber out, feeling high from his touches.

“Okay doll, I got you, you can cum” He whispers softly, taking in your form. Fingering you faster now, finding the spot that you oh so need him to touch. Unable to contain the loud moan that over takes your body, gripping his hair tightly as you cum hard around him.

~~~

Your body shakes lightly as you lean against the couch, your eyes closing as you try to slow down your breathing. Starting to feel overwhelmed from never having felt this much pleasure before. You can feel his hand gently lower your legs to the ground as he makes his way onto the couch. Your eyes flutter open slowly as you see him sit beside you watching you. His eyes fill with concern and affection as he wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into him. 

“It's okay baby, I got you now, just relax for me” He whispers softly, his lips pressing against the side of your head.

“wait..I need to please you” Whispers weakly as you go to move.

“No darling we have done enough for today, I just want to hold you right now, okay?” His words are gentle but firm, no room for you to wiggle them around.

“But..” Your protess are weak as you look up at him, confused.

“Close your eyes and just let me hold you okay” Kissing your head lightly, he moves your head onto his chest, so you can hear his heartbeat clearly. Nodding at his words, allowing yourself to relax in his arms. Smiling weakly as you allow yourself to feel safe in his arms.

~~~

You're not sure how long you lay there, feeling comfortable and safe in his arms. The way he strokes your hair as he feels you coming around makes you smile sleepy as you open your eyes.

“How are you feeling?” His voice is soft as he asks, watching you closely. Having this unknown emotain fill his heart as he sees you sit up. 

“So good, that was amazing” Giggling softly as you rest your head on his shoulder. 

“Good, do you need anything?” He asks tenderly, shaking your head at him lightly.

“I'm good, but thanks Sir” Smiling at him sleepy, not feeling entirely like yourself.

“Aaron” He corrects you quickly, “No need for Sir right now”

“Oh right” Blushing lightly. “Sorry, Aaron” 

“Don’t apologies” His smile is contagious, making you smile slightly at him. 

“I uh, you didn’t cum” Glancing at his lips instead of his eyes. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed for not getting him there.

“That doesn’t matter” He shakes his head smirking. “I had fun so you don’t need to worry about that, ever”

“Yeah but..”

“No buts, You told me none of your partners have ever put your pleasure first I want to change that” He admits shyly, his cheeks filling with warmth.

“Well you definitely did that” Laughing softly as you go to reach for your top that is lying beside him. 

~~~

Aaron smiles softly, picking up your shirt, handing it over to you. 

“Do you want to have a shower first, you can get all cleaned up before we have to pick Jack up?” Aaron speaks slowly, quietly. Worried that he may have pushed you too far, right now he isn’t sure how you feel and all he wants to do is look after you. 

Smiling softly as you feel your face heat up at the way he is looking after you. Making you feel special and cared for, something you have never gotten after sex, especially due to your past relationships. You always thought that Aaron would be a dotting partner, a big softy once you get past the hard stubborn present he has upfront. But you just also never imagined that he would also be that kinky. 

“I would like that, thank you” Smiling softly as you slowly sit up. Waiting a little bit until you think your legs will be strong enough to carry you to the bathroom. 

~~~

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[upon-sunflower-trails]

ACE VENTURA X READER chapter 10

warnings: uh? idk, creepy and pushy guy (not ace) who asks reader on a date

it was 8:30 by the time milton finally arrived in the building. you watched as he hastily put away his things, inspecting his desk, cleaning up any mess he had left from the work day before, and made his way to your office.

you held your breath, focusing on the papers in front of you. breathe, y/n. pretend you don't see him, pretend you aren't expecting him. don't act too suspicious, or else he'll suspect something's up. even if he isn't the perpetrator for either crime, you don't want to alert him to any unnecessary information.

"y-y/n! i, um, i'm here to speak to you!" the door slammed softly, milton's nervous tone causing his voice to crack. you sighed lightly, moving your chair to face him.

"what do you need, milton," you demanded. you couldn't be too gentle with him- you still needed to get your point across that you were irritated with him.

"i... i want to apologize. for everything. i should have never confessed, i shouldn't have attacked arthur like that for you. embarrassing you in front of the entire office, that was... unprofessional," milton breathed. you were surprised at how composed he seemed.

"well, thank you for your apology. is that all you had to say?" 

"n-no. not quite, um... t-to make it up to you, i'd like to take you... erm, o-out... OUT TO DINNER!" he forced out, his voice coming out wobbly and uneven. there it is.

"milton, um, i..." before rejecting him, you thought to yourself. outside of a work setting... us two alone, talking... i could question him then!

"i'd love to! how about seven o'clock!" your sudden change in heart shocked milton, but he wasn't complaining. you watched as his face immediately brightened, and he grabbed your hands.

"ohh, thank you, y/n! you will never, ever regret it! thank you!" he cried, skipping out of your office like a schoolgirl.

god, what have i gotten myself into...

the end of your shift arrived faster than you expected, although you're sure ace wouldn't feel that way.

"ace," you murmured, jiggling the supply closet doorknob lightly, "i'm opening up the door now!" you whisper-yelled.

no response, as you had expected.

you opened the door quickly, and there stood ace, pouting. his arms were crossed, face turned away from you, trying to ignore your presence.

"ace, i'm sorry, it was the first thing i could think to do! look, i really need your help, it's an important lead!" you begged. at your own expense, you got down on your knees and grabbed ace's hand, looking up at him.

"please, ace ventura, you're the only pet detective who can help me; without you, i'll be lost," you pleaded pathetically. ace finally looked at you, still pouty.

"fine. let's get in the car, and we'll go from there."

ace was waiting on you to talk for most of the ride, before you finally broke the news to him.

"so... milton came to my office today," you breathed. ace snorted, not taking his eyes off the road.

"i heard. he was making a big fuss out of it, he paces past that supply closet quite often." you were taken aback by ace's sour mood.

"w-well, that's not the point. see, he came to my office... to apologize. and then, he offered me to dinner..." your breath hitched as ace glared at you, gaze piercing.

"how poorly did he take your rejection? did he cry, maybe even sob?" ace mocked, and you scowled at him slightly.

"well, first of all, he didn't do either of those things," you snapped, adjusting your blazer slightly. ace gasped dramatically, eyes widened.

"wow, he took it that well?! amazing! so, what do you want for dinner?" ace's mood changed, suddenly light again while speaking on the topic of you.

"um... i'm going out for dinner," you muttered. ace raised an eyebrow.

"well, a date wasn't on my menu tonight, but allll-righty then!" ace hollered. as much as you wanted to fulfill his wish, you knew you had to break it to him.

"a-actually, ace..." you gulped, trying to steady your shaking hands, "i'm going with milton."

you almost got into a car crash as ace's shock resulted in some serious swerving.

"WHAT?!" he exclaimed, trying to focus on getting back on track with traffic. "are you crazy, y/n?! he's completely obsessed, he'll probably roofie you!" ace cried.

"ok, maybe! but that's why you're coming along," you offered. ace couldn't say no, right? if he was so worried about your safety, then surely he'd do anything to keep you secure.

"oh, boy! thanks y/n, a three-way between you, me, and your stalker! sounds like a perfect plan for the evening! just what i needed to end this ahhh-mazing day!" ace forcibly cackled maniacally, his grin wide.

"no, just stop! dinner with milton away from the office and co-workers may be a chance to reveal some valuable information! whether he's a suspect, the perpetrator, a witness or innocent, it's better to be safe than sorry! i don't feel anything for him at all; this is just for snuffy! you know that," your voice cracked at the mention of your cat. ace sighed, dropping his head while still holding the steering wheel.

"fine. i'll help." your frown turned to a small smile.

"thank you, ace! the date's at seven, so we have half an hour!" you beamed.

and with that, ace drove you home to get ready for your date.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sweet Escape 1

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Summary: A strange man crashes into your life.

Characters: Jim Hopper

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your soles crush the wet twigs as you keep your hand out for balance, slick leaves threatening to slip beneath you. You touch the rough bark of each tree as you make your way toward the loud ripple of the river. The smell of rain lingers and draws you in.

You crest the subtle rise in the forest floor and make your way down to the smooth rock that sits only a few feet away from the river's edge. You set down your basket and take out the beat-up casio and check the tape inside. You keep it at low volume as you hit play, Carole King's tone adds to the ambiance of the space, not overpowering or misplaced, but illuminating what is already there.

You near the water and peer down into the silty floor. Frogs hop in the shallows and minnows wiggle through the depths. You spread out your raincoat in the mud and sit atop it as you open your journal.

You put your head down and set to writing about a land of lost princesses and ravenous trolls. You're hoping for a half-chapter at least and expect to be up half the night typing it. One day, you'll have a full transcript... who knows if it will ever go anywhere after that.

You hum along to the speakers' buzz, the sonorous peace of the space breaking suddenly and violently. You hear the rustle from across the river, somewhere in the trees. You hover your pen above the page as you look up into the gloomy space between the leaning trunks. You never heard of any bears around here.

You cry out as the burly figure runs out and splashes into the water. You snap your book shut and drop your pen as you struggle to stand, stopping yourself only as you realise it isn't some deadly grizzly. It's a man, furiously unbuttoning his shirt and scrubbing at his chest and belly. He throws water over his face and snarls out "blech, damn bastard!"

The putrid skunky smell wafts over to you as you stare. The man grumbles, tilting his head as he searches the river's edge, "what is that noise?" He first squints at you and then the Casio. You blink at him dumbly, he must've got himself sprayed, the skunks always come out after the rains.

"Who are you?" He asks, almost as if he is the lone denizen of the woods. He sure looks like he could reside there with his scruffy facial hair unkempt tufts on his head.

"Um..." you gulp and give your name cluelessly.

"Uh," he seems to remember himself and pulls his flannel shirt shut, hiding the pudge beneath, "I, er, ran into a white-tailed bastard..." he growls and shakes his head at himself, "what am I saying, you don't give a shit. Do you give a shit?"

You look around, put off by his demeanour. You push your shoulders up and give a sheepish smile. You tuck your book under your arm and bend to grab your goat, shaking off the mud.

"I'm sorry," you go to the casio and stop the music, "try tomato juice. For the smell."

"Huh, thanks," he huffs, "didn't mean to scare ya off."

"It's... fine," you utter. You're not used to being disturbed out here, it's the very reason you make the trek.

"Just try to avoid the ravine. That little bugger was hanging out there," he calls to you as you put your things in your basket.

"Thanks, I'll keep an eye out," you mutter.

He doesn't respond, not with more than an agitated grunt and the slosh of him wading back to shore. He grumbles to himself as you set off back down the path. Maybe you could hit the library instead.

[harrysfinelinevol1]

affection pt.3

harry styles x personal assistant!y/n

summary: y/n works for harry as his personal assistant. you've always sort of recognised you have feelings, however chose not to act upon them due to the nature of your relationship. little did you know he also shares your affections

this series will contain abuse of alcohol and drugs, strong language, smut, angst and mental health issues. if you find any of these topics difficult to read or are under 18, please do not read this fic

based on this insta blurb

chapter 3

word count: 10.1k

warnings: smut, language, overconsumption of alcohol

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Harry held onto your hand tightly as you, Jeff and Harry all walked briskly towards the meeting room, where members of Harry's publicity team were waiting for you. After seeing the photos this morning, a meeting was quickly called to figure out how to manage this and troubleshoot any problems. You never realised how closely Harry's relationships had to be managed and your heart broke for him slightly. Eventually, you reached the door of the meeting room and you were both ushered in by Jeff, where you were met with six serious-looking people, all of them turning their heads to you to judge you when you walked in. Your heart was thumping as you slowly took a seat and your hands shook slightly. Harry gripped your hand tighter but it did little to help. This was not the way you pictured a relationship with Harry starting and you felt tears pricking at your eyes when you realised how horrific this was turning out to be.

"Right, just want to clarify, neither of you wants to make a statement on this or clear things up with the press?" Jeff asked looking at you both and you stared at Harry, not really sure how you should be responding.

"Uh, no we don't," Harry replied quickly.

"Ok, that's fine. And can I just ask what the nature of your relationship is?" Jeff followed up. This time both of you looked unsure. Obviously, Harry hadn't asked you to be his girlfriend but you definitely couldn't be just friends after the events of last night.

"Um, we just started seeing each other, so I'm not sure," you quietly said after neither you nor Harry said something for a while. All the eyes in the room snapped to you, clearly not really expecting you to say anything. You sunk down lower in your seat.

"Well, that's fine, we'll just leave it at that for the time being," Jeff said spotting you felt uncomfortable. Suddenly there was a knock at the door and an assistant popped her head in, a little taken back by everyone in the room.

"Uh sorry Jeff, is there any chance I could borrow Harry quickly? We want to check some sizing on his costume tonight," she quickly asked.

"I'm not sure now is the best time..." Harry started but Jeff cut him off.

"No it's fine Harry, you go get that sorted, we only really need Y/N for this next bit anyway," Jeff said waving Harry off and you gulped nervously. Why would this next bit just be about you? You looked up at Harry worried and he felt like he couldn't just leave you there at the mercy of his publicity team.

"I really think I should stay," Harry hesitated but Jeff shook his head.

"No, no it's fine, just come back when you're done," Jeff insisted and Harry reluctantly got up. As he passed the back of your chair, he gave your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, but that didn't help the waves of anxiety that were washing over you as he left you alone in the room.

"Ok, Y/N, I think you may be aware that having a relationship with Harry in any form comes with a lot of attention and scrutiny. However, being in a romantic relationship with Harry brings a much more intense level of attention. People are always curious to know who he's going out with but I think you already know this. I just need you to be aware of the attention you're about to receive and probably are already experiencing," Jeff began and you nodded nervously, already knowing what he was going to say.

The press would begin to hound you, to try and figure out who you were and attempt anything to get photos of you together. However, you were more worried by the fans. The fans already knew you were Harry's personal assistant and his best friend and for the most part, they were lovely and would say hi to you if they spotted you out or leave you lovely messages and comments on your social media accounts. However, there were those fans who already sent you extreme amounts of hate for just knowing Harry and the fact that you were now in a relationship with him meant it was already going to get worse. You had noticed since this morning that as your social media following had gone up, you had already received a number of messages from "fans" who had said horrible things to you, things you couldn't even speak about.

Seeing those messages flood in this morning, made you burst into tears. You had to hide in the bathroom for a bit so Harry wouldn't realise how upset those comments made you. You couldn't believe people could be so mean without even knowing you, but every comment broke your heart and wore down your confidence massively. People were telling you that you were not good enough for Harry and that you didn't deserve him and also making horrible comments about your appearance.

You realised you had massively zoned out of the meeting thinking about this and so you tried to regain focus on what Jeff was saying.

"... the press and fans will also be looking for any scandal they can find out about you, so this could include any of your past actions, anyone who you've associated with, people you've dated for example or even your family," Jeff explained and your heart twinged a bit. You didn't really have much in the way of family, your dad had walked out on you and your mum when you were 5 and it had just been the two of you since then. You didn't know much about your dad or anything about his family. You had grown up in a tiny flat in San Francisco while your mum did anything and everything to keep you both afloat. Your mum was your best friend though, and the idea of the press digging into her past or harassing her made you irate.

"So Y/N we're going to have to ask you a couple of questions, just so we're prepared for any problems that could arise if the press finds out anything about you, is that ok?" Jeff asked and you nodded even though you were a bit confused about what this would entail.

"Ok good, I'll pass over to John and Sophie here," Jeff said sitting down and gesturing to two young-looking members of Harry's publicity team.

"Right Y/N, what's your relationship with your family?" they asked and you were a bit taken aback. You weren't expecting such intrusive questions.

"Uh, it's just my mum really, she's my only family member," you answered timidly, not really wanting to go into your familial situation

"Dad?" Sophie asked bluntly raising her eyebrows and you felt like crying. You really didn't want to talk about this.

"Not in the picture," you responded quickly trying to keep it together. You really didn't want to cry in front of all these people

"Do you have any contact at all? Any idea what he's doing?" Sophie followed up and you could have slapped her.

"No," you ground out hoping she'd move on. She seemed to get the idea after that and sat back, satisfied that your family wouldn't cause a problem. You really failed to see how they would anyway. Surely people wouldn't dig that deep? People had known of you for a while now, so you presumed they would have already done a deal of digging.

"Ok, past relationships, have you dated anyone relevant before or has a relationship ended badly and you feel like we should know about it in case it gets bought back up?" John asked and you stared at him shocked. What the fuck were these questions.

"Uh no, I haven't dated anyone relevant before and no I don't think any of them have ended badly," you replied just wanting this to be over.

"Most recent boyfriend? Did you know Harry when you dated him?" John continued.

"I really don't understand how this is relevant," you said and John sighed.

"If there was overlap between your last relationship and Harry then it could create bad press for him. We'd like to minimise this. So could you answer the question please?" John retorted and you sighed.

"Last relationship was when I was 19. 6 years ago and a year before I knew Harry," you said quietly, slightly embarrassed it had been that long since you dated anyone. It had been 6 years of small flings and one night stands since. You looked up and saw Sophie smirking slightly at you. What the hell.

"Thank you," John replied, quickly writing this down. It felt really strange to watch people take notes on your life to help protect someone else's. You really hated this, the attention was overwhelming and you wanted to leave but you knew that this could help Harry and the press he received so you sat and answered all of the intrusive questions for the next 20 minutes that delved into every aspect of your life. It didn't help that Sophie didn't stop judging you the whole time and that Harry never returned to the meeting. It had been so uncomfortable and bought up so many memories that by the end you were struggling to hold back tears as Jeff wrapped up the meeting. When it was done, you grabbed your stuff and bolted out of the room, running to the nearest bathroom where you heaved out a massive sob. You had always struggled with anxiety and that meeting had triggered a massive bout of it and you were struggling to hold back a full-blown panic attack.

Meanwhile, Harry was almost running down the corridors to get back to the meeting. He knew it would have been unbelievably uncomfortable for you and knowing his publicity team, they would have probably asked you some questions you weren't happy answering as he knew they would need to find out a lot about you. He knew of your past, especially the situation with your family and he hoped that hadn't triggered uncomfortable memories for you. He finally got to the door and opened it, frowning to find it completely empty. He cursed under his lips as he realised it must have ended and he had no idea where you had gone. He turned around a went back down the way he came, ringing you on your phone as he went but you weren't answering. He was just about to push through a set of doors when he heard what sounded like a muffled sob. He stopped and listened and then heard the sound again. Turning around, he locked eyes with a bathroom across the corridor and pressed his ear to the door. He listened again and heard the unmistakable sound of your cries and his heart broke. He quickly knocked on the door.

"Y/N?" he asked tentatively and he heard the crying stop. He knocked again.

"Love, can you open up for me?" He heard some shuffling and the lock click so he opened the door and stepped inside. You were sitting on the closed toilet seat, tears staining your beautiful face as you looked up at him.

"Y/N, what happened darling," he asked as he knelt down in front of you. You shook your head as a few more tears slipped out.

"It's stupid, I should really be able to handle it," you sniffled as he gently stroked your knee.

"It isn't stupid love, this is a lot to take on," Harry sympathised but secretly he was also really sad. He was so upset that starting this relationship with you, something he had wanted for a long time, was causing you so much grief.

"You wanna tell me what's been going on?" he probed and you wiped some more tears away.

"It was just the meeting. They asked so many intrusive questions and I hated it. I think I'm also sad because I didn't want us to start like this," you explained and Harry nodded. He was glad you understood it as well.

"I'm so sorry Y/N. They shouldn't have done that. This isn't how I wanted things to start either," he said as he pressed a kiss to your hands. "But the hard bit's over, and you did amazing. You don't have to talk to them again and I won't ever let them question you the way they did today, ok?" you nodded even though you didn't really believe him. You didn't have the heart to tell him that since this morning, the hate you had been receiving on social media had only been increasing. You also had people texting you on your phone who you barely knew, only because you were now intimately connected to Harry.

You gave him a weak smile and he stood up to press a sweet kiss to your lips. It felt slightly weird that you had been friends for so long and never been romantic with each other yet now you were freely kissing each other on the lips. However, every kiss and every touch you shared filled your heart with love. You had wanted this for a very long time, so finding out Harry felt the same meant the world to you.

"Come on love, unfortunately, we can't spend all day in this beautiful bathroom," he joked as he helped you up and you giggled. Harry always had a way to put a smile back on your face.

-

After the show had finished later that night, you both opted to go straight back to the hotel. Both of you were absolutely exhausted from the day you had had and when you collapsed on the bed, you accidentally found yourself drifting off. Harry, who was lying next to you on the bed on his phone, turned to you and realised your breathing had slowed slightly.

"Hey Y/N, baby you gotta wake up," he shook you gently and your eyes fluttered open and you frowned at him.

"I was having a nice little nap there," you grumbled and he chuckled.

"I know my love but you gotta eat something and I don't think you wanna fall asleep in what you're currently wearing," he said and you couldn't hep the smile that grew on your face at the way he was caring for you.

"Suppose," you agreed and he smiled pushing himself off the bed and grabbing the room service menu from across the room.

"What d'you want baby?" he asked handing it to you.

"Could I get the chicken salad please?" you asked and he nodded.

"Anything to drink?"

"Just a water," you replied as you got up to hang your coat by the door and began struggling with the buckles on your shoe. You heard Harry making the order in the background and you smiled to yourself. This felt so weirdly domestic but also so lovely at the same time. You were both just happily coexisting with one another.

After pulling your shoes off, you went back into the main room where Harry had opened up Netflix on the TV and handed you the remote.

"You're actually letting me choose the film?!" you asked incredulously and he nodded.

"Wow this dating thing has some perks," you smirked and he chuckled.

"Watch it babe, otherwise privileges will be revoked," he joked and you shook your head.

"Nah, I've had to watch the notebook one too many times now. I get to choose the next 10 films at least," you quipped.

"5" he bargained

"Nope, 10,"

"6"

"10"

"Come on!!" he groaned and threw his head back.

"Should have thought of that before you made me watch that many rom-coms. It's not normal the amount you watch," he flipped you off in response.

"Sue me."

After about 20 minutes of bickering and both of you being nowhere closer to choosing a film, the food arrived and luckily shut the both of you up. When Harry was distracted with the hotel worker who had bought up the food, you quickly popped on your favourite film. When Harry came back in and saw what you were watching, his shoulders slumped.

"You can't just have a go at having to watch too many rom-coms and then put on Ferris Bueller. We've watched this 100 times!" he argued but you placed your fingers to your lips

"Don't wanna hear it," you replied and Harry smiled despite losing the argument. He was the happiest he had been in a long time, he was having a lovely night with the girl he had dreamed of being with for the longest time. He picked up your salad off the trolley and handed it to you, then picked up his dinner and settled down next to you. You ate in comfortable silence, both of you enjoying the movie. However, when you finished eating, Harry could sense you were about to fall asleep again.

"I think we need to go to bed," Harry said quietly. You just hummed in response, head leant back on the pillow with your eyes closed.

"Would you like a bath?" Harry asked and you nodded this time, the idea of a warm bath sounded so inviting right now.

"Alright, I'll go run you one," he said as he got up off the bed and went into the bathroom, turning on the faucet and preparing the perfect bath. When he returned to the bedroom, you'd pretty much fallen asleep again. He nudged you gently.

"Y/N, bath's ready," he whispered and you groaned as he looped his arms around your back and under your knees to pick you up bridal style. He carried you into the bathroom where he placed you down, so you were leaning against the counter. You reached up to give him a sweet kiss which he reciprocated before stepping back.

"I'll leave you to have your bath," he said as he began to walk away. You reached out and grabbed his hand and shook your head.

"Join me," you offered and his eyes lit up. You smirked and turned towards the bath, pulling your top over your head and loosening the skirt you were wearing so it fell to the floor. Harry's eyes widened when he realised you'd only be wearing a pair of very lacy underwear all day and no bra. You pulled the pants off and climbed into the bath settling down as you pulled your hair up into a loose bun. Harry was still staring at you, gobsmacked.

"Earth to Harry," you giggled and he shook himself out of his stupor and started pulling off his clothes. You scooched forward so he could settle in behind you. When he had sat down he pulled you into his chest, his hands resting on your stomach and you rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed again. For a while you just lay like this, enjoying each other's company in the warm water. Harry began drawing circles on your stomach and you smiled at the nice feeling. He reached beside you to grab the soap and gently washed you, massaging your shoulders and you found yourself drifting off once again. Harry noticed this and chuckled, you really were exhausted. He finished washing himself and you before gently climbing out of the bath and pulling on some boxers. He then scooped you out of the water and carried you into the bedroom. At this point, you woke up again and asked Harry to get you some underwear to sleep in. He gently pulled them up your legs and then snuggled into the bed behind you, the both of you drifting off holding each other tightly.

-

The next morning, the sun shone through the curtains and blinded you as your eyes fluttered open, awoken by the feeling of someone lightly stroking your stomach and slow breathing in your ear. You slowly rolled over so your nose brushed with Harry's and you smiled gently at him. He grinned back, pleased that you were awake and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"Good mornin' love," he mumbled sleepily as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, snuggling into his warmth to protect yourself from the cold air of the hotel room.

"Morning," you replied, still tucked into his body. He wrapped his arms around you and you smiled to yourself as you relished in his love for you and this peaceful moment you both were sharing before the chaos of the day began.

"Do you always watch me sleep?" you joked as you pulled back from him and raised your eyebrow. He laughed in response.

"Only sometimes love," he replied as he pressed another kiss to your lips, cupping your cheeks as he did. He then clambered out of bed and you sat back, admiring his body in the morning light. You whined as he moved away from you and he smirked at you and moved back onto the bed to hover over you.

"Needy," he whispered as he leaned in for a kiss, deepening it as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer.

"Fuck, Y/N if you keep this up, I'm gonna have to have you right now," he groaned as your nails ran up and down his tanned back. You ran your hands up into his hair and tugged it in response and he snapped. Gathering you up into his arms he pulled you off the bed and carried you to the bathroom, kissing you passionately as he did. He set you down on the cold tiles and pulled down the lacy underwear you had been wearing to bed. He then knelt down in front of you, where you were already dripping from arousal and he grinned up at you.

"Hold on love," he murmured as he buried his face in your folds, and you quickly gripped the counter behind you, moaning loudly as he devoured you. His hands reached behind you to pull you into him, squeezing your ass as he did so and your legs began to shake as he swirled his tongue around your clit.

"Fuck Harry," you gasped as you placed one hand in his hair and tugged, leading to him groaning into your folds and your hips bucked forwards as he did this. He kept a tight grip on your hips to try and keep you in place as he continued to eat you out but you were finding it harder and harder to stand up. Harry knew this, so he stood up and lifted you onto the counter where he pulled your thighs over his shoulders and buried himself in your pussy. He moved his hand and pushed two fingers deep inside you and you moaned loudly, crying out his name. You could feel your climax rapidly building.

"H, I'm close, fuck, I'm close," you moaned as his fingers sped up and he continued to suck on your clit. You tipped over the edge, the wave of pleasure coursing through your body as your legs shook on Harry's shoulders and you writhed about on the counter. Harry took in your state of pleasure, eyes roaming over your body hungrily as he strained against his boxers. You eventually stopped shaking and tried to calm your breathing as Harry moved your legs off his shoulders and stood up, caging your body in on the counter with his arms. You smiled coyly up at him as he smirked down at you, lips still glistening with your arousal. You moved to hop off the counter and ducked underneath him to get to the shower where you turned it on and stood against the shower wall beckoning him in to join you. He grinned before pulling off his pants and stalking towards you like a predator hunting its prey.

He met you with a passionate kiss, hooking his arms around your thighs to lift you up and press you against the wall. You reached down between you, to line him up with you and before you knew it he had pushed his throbbing length inside you and you moaned at the feeling of being so full.

"Fuck, Y/N!" Harry gasped as he dropped his head onto your shoulder as your walls tightened around him.

"Gonna go slow, okay," he whispered as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you. You nodded as you pressed your head to his, moaning loudly at his movements. It was during these moments that your heart swelled so much you thought it would burst. Harry began placing gentle kisses along your shoulder and your neck as you leaned your head back to give him more access.

"You're so beautiful," he gasped as he thrust into you a bit quicker this time and you smiled at him, kissing him passionately. His thrusts became a bit more clumsy as he reached his peak.

"Fuck baby, I'm close," he rambled as you started sucking on his neck, hoping to leave a mark. You tugged on his hair again, knowing that would always set Harry off and he moaned loudly when you did. He thrust into you for a final time and pulled out so he came against your stomach. Gently he placed you down, pressing a kiss to your lips as he did so. He cradled your head in his hands as he looked down at you adoringly.

"Wanna wake up like that every day," he professed and you giggled.

"So do I," you replied shyly as you began to wash yourselves.

After your shower, you thought it was probably best you went back to your room seeing as you hadn't really gone back in the last 48 hours. You also had a fair few phone calls to make, to try and explain the situation between you and Harry.

You got back to your room and had barely put your stuff down before there was a knock at the door. Sighing you went to open it and were faced by Elise and Olivia who were both staring at you with raised eyebrows. Realising you had slightly forgotten to tell them what was going on, you giggled and let them into the room.

"You wanna explain what's been going on?" Olivia smirked as she sat down on your bed

"Yeah, if I remember correctly, someone told me she didn't have the hots for Harry a couple weeks ago," Elise added and you hid your face in your hands.

"Shut upppp," you groaned as they started laughing at you.

"Seriously though, what's going on?" Olivia asked and you sighed.

"I honestly don't know it's been such a whirlwind. We got with each other at the club on Saturday and then like we came back here," you explained blushing at the last part.

"Oh my god, you slept with him," Elise gasped and you blushed even harder.

"I'm not at liberty to disclose that," you mumbled and they gaped at you.

"Was it good?" Olivia probed and you nodded shyly.

"Best I've ever had," you chuckled and the girls both squealed loudly and you laughed.

"Oh be quiet, the both of you," you laughed.

"Does this mean you're going out?" Elise asked.

"I mean I guess? I don't know we haven't labelled it yet, I think we're just seeing how it goes for now," you explained and both of them nodded.

"I think that's smart for now. Just take it slow yeah? This is your first relationship for a while," Olivia advised and you nodded knowing she was right.

"Ahhh, I'm so happy for you," Elise squealed jumping up to give you a hug, Olivia joined in and you giggled, feeling a lot happier than you felt yesterday morning.

You hung out for a bit before they left to go pack their stuff and you did the same. You had to leave in a bit to head to Wisconsin for the next show so you needed to get everything together. You called your mum as you packed, explaining what was going on to her and having a nice catch-up. She was so excited when you told her about Harry as in her opinion she always knew that you were meant for each other.

Eventually, you managed to cram most of your belongings into your suitcase and went back to Harry's room with it. He laughed when he saw the size of your bag and a very out of breath you.

"You know, if you didn't have so many outfits, it would be easier," he said as he let you in and you glowered at him,

"Babe, you have a different outfit for every night. Thing is, you don't have to carry them around. I do," you huffed as you sat down on his bed.

"Many apologies, love" he chuckled as you glared at him. Pretending to be mad, you went on your phone and your heart dropped slightly when you saw a new flood of messages had come in on your social media. You didn't have the heart to look at them now, knowing a lot of them would be negative. You had hoped that the messages would have died down a bit by now but they seemed to be getting worse. Harry looked over at you and noticed you had gone a bit quiet.

"You ok love?" he asked and you nodded, faking a smile. You really didn't want him to know about this because you knew he would blame himself for it and you didn't want him to think you couldn't handle it on your own.

"Yeah course," you smiled and he seemed satisfied with that. You would tell him, at some point, when things settled down a bit and the relationship wasn't so new.

"Come on then love, onto the next place,"

one month later

It was the last night of the tour, and tears were running down your face as you heard Harry performing his last song. You were so proud of him and everything he had achieved, but you were also sad it was over. It had been such an incredible time and so much had happened including you and Harry finally getting together. At that moment he ran backstage and you laughed happily through the tears as he swept you up and kissed you passionately. You could feel some tears in his eyes too, and you wrapped your arms around him as he twirled you around.

"I'm so proud of you H!" you gushed when you finally broke apart.

"Couldn't have done it without you," he grinned up at you and your heart almost exploded out of love for him. It was in these moments you couldn't understand how you got so lucky with him and couldn't ever see this happiness ending.

"You ready to go home now?" he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours. You nodded, even though you would miss the excitement of the tour, you were very tired now and were quite looking forward to settling back into life at home.

That night, everyone went out for a massive celebration. You spent most of your time with Elise and Olivia and a couple other members of the crew as they all came from different places, so you wouldn't be seeing each other for a while after this. Harry sat in the corner with Mitch, eyeing you up on the dance floor. The way you were dancing was setting him off slightly, and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands all over you. However, you were in an extremely public place and therefore him doing that would probably not end well for either of you. He was convinced, however, that you were teasing him on purpose. You had picked a spot where he could see you perfectly and the way you were moving your hips was almost torture for him.

You looked incredible in the outfit you were wearing, your sequined trousers matching perfectly with the black bralette you had on. It exposed just the right amount of skin to get Harry excited. Mitch nudged him sharply at this point and gave him a look, and Harry forced his gaze off you. He wasn't too sure how much longer he could last. He had been nursing a semi for the last hour and he was desperate to relieve himself. He excused himself from the conversation and marched across the club into the bathroom where he leaned against the back of the door, cursing himself for getting so worked up because of you. Suddenly he heard a knock on the door.

"Occupied," he called quickly.

"It's me H," your sweet voice called and he couldn't have unlocked the door quicker.

"You alright baby?" you questioned innocently battering your eyelids at him and he scoffed.

"You know what you're doing, you little minx," he glowered and you shrugged.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," you said and at this Harry growled and attacked your lips with his. Roughly kissing you, he pushed you up against the door and ran his hand down between your thighs. You moaned into his mouth as he cupped you, pressing his finger harshly on your clit and rubbing it slightly. This was a very different side to Harry, a side you hadn't really experienced yet but you liked it. You didn't realise your seductive dance moves would have made him this desperate. You could feel him getting harder in his pants and knew you needed to get back to the hotel quickly.

"Let's go H," you gasped as you pulled back from him, very much out of breath. He nodded and you unlocked the door, smoothing out your trousers as you went.

"Go wait by the exit, baby," he muttered to you. "I'll get your coat."

You smirked as he sauntered away, Mitch giving him a look as he went to get your blazer and Sarah winking at you. You blushed, glad the lights were so dark that you wouldn't be seen easily. Suddenly you became aware of two girls talking near to you.

"Is that the girl Harry Styles is dating?" one whispered to the other and you pretended to not hear even though you were eavesdropping.

"I think so. She's not that pretty is she?" the other one replied and your stomach dropped.

"Nah not really. Dunno what Harry see's in her. Not sure she's his type especially when you consider all the other women he's dated," the other one agreed as they walked off to the bar. Your eyes pricked with tears as you felt all your insecurities come crashing down on you. You knew Harry had been with very beautiful women before but he always treated you like you were the most gorgeous woman he knew. Now you questioned whether any of that was really true. Compared to Harry's exes, you felt pretty mediocre in comparison.

This was not the first time you had heard comments of this nature either. The majority of hate comments you received were about your appearance and most of them also insinuated that because of your looks, you didn't deserve Harry. Although you had tried to not let them get to you, reminding yourself that the majority of Harry's fans were lovely and had shown you so much kindness over the years, you couldn't help but lets these negative comments weigh you down. You had become a bit more insecure around Harry, especially in more intimate moments. It didn't help that you and Harry still hadn't labelled your relationship and sometimes you wondered whether he was holding back because of what you looked like or because of your personality. You knew you shouldn't let these thoughts get to you but you couldn't help it sometimes and hearing something like that sent your heart plummeting to the floor, terrified Harry might one day share the same views those girls did.

You quickly turned on your heel and legged it to the girl's bathroom. Tears were starting to fall down your face and you wanted to hide from the world forever. You ran into the toilets and slammed the door shut, locking it so no one would disturb your pity party.

As you cried, you could feel your phone buzzing in your pocket, probably Harry wondering where you'd gone. You didn't have the heart to answer it, embarrassed that the two girls had upset you so much. You stayed in the cubicle for about 20 minutes, trying to talk yourself out of your state, but it was no use. Every time you nearly calmed down, your phone would ring and remind you of Harry and your relationship and you would start crying again. Eventually, you realised you just needed to leave the club and go home to help yourself calm down. Slowly unlocking the door, you went up to the sink and took in your appearance. You were a mess. Mascara had run all down your cheeks, which were red and splotchy from crying. Your eyes were red, and your hair was tangled from when you ran your hands through it in despair. You sighed, realising you were going to have to try and fix it so people wouldn't notice how upset you were. Grabbing a towel from the corner of the bathroom you scrubbed the majority of your makeup off so the mascara wasn't all over your face anymore. You ran your hands through your hair to straighten it out and took a couple of deep breaths to calm yourself. You tentatively pushed open the door, poking your head out to assess your surroundings. The corridor leading to the club was quiet so you quickly ran down it, ducking your head slightly in case anyone came down the hall and recognised you. You pushed through the doors that led into the club and immediately crashed into Harry's chest.

"Jesus fuck Y/N!" he cried as you slammed into him. You pushed back quickly, apologies tumbling out of your mouth.

"Shit H, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention, are you ok? are you..." you questioned rapidly before Harry interrupted you.

"Woah, Woah, slow down Y/N, what's wrong baby?" he asked clearly seeing you were distressed about something.

"It's nothing, just not feeling very well," you lied, staring at the floor so you wouldn't have to meet Harry's eyes.

"Uh, ok, do you wanna go home? I can go get the car," he asked placing a hand on your shoulder and rubbing it affectionately.

"No, no, don't worry, you stay and have fun, I'll go back myself," you tried to reason with him, not wanting to ruin what was supposed to be a great night for him.

"Y/N, what's going on?" he sighed, knowing you weren't being fully truthful with him.

"Harry, it's fine, I'll be fine. Go have fun," you insisted, using his full name to let him know you were serious.

"No. Not until you tell me what's up," he argued back and this time you looked up at him and he was shocked to see tears swimming in your eyes.

"Please H," you whispered, trying to hold back the tears.

"Oh god Y/N, what happened?" he gasped as he saw how upset you were. You just shook your head in response, having lost the will to hold back your emotions.

"Come on love, I'm taking you home," he told you as he gently took your smaller hand in his larger one and led you towards the cloakroom.

"Wait H!" you tried as he asked an employee of the club where the coats were. He whirled around to face you.

"This is your big night. You should be celebrating and I really don't want to pull you away from it. Please stay and have fun, I promise I'll be ok going back on my own," you pleaded, feeling awful that you were dragging him away.

"Y/N, you are more important than any party I will ever go to," he implored, placing both hands on your shoulders so you would look at him. "Plus, I wanted to go home anyway. I'm tired and I want to cuddle my girl," he said softly to you and you couldn't help the small smile that crept onto your face when he said that.

"Ok, if you're sure," you conceded and he nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead before turning back around and grabbing your coats. Harry reached down and took your hand, taking you towards the car at the back of the club. You kept your eyes trained on the floor, scared that people would be staring at you if you looked up and followed Harry out of the club. You knew you were going to have to tell him what was upsetting you and you knew it was going to be a difficult conversation but you might as well come out with it now.

Once you reached the car, Harry pulled open the door for you and you slid across the seats. Harry joined you, slamming the door shut and you quickly sped away. As you drove, Harry turned to you expectantly.

"What's up love?" he inquired gently and you shook your head.

"Um, d'you think we could wait until we get back?" you asked timidly and Harry nodded.

"Course we can," he said as he placed his hand on your knee and pulled you in closer to him. You snuggled into his side for the rest of the journey, already feeling a lot calmer than before. When you reached the hotel, he continued to hold you tight to him as you made your way up to the room.

He unlocked the door and you shuffled in after him, heart pounding as you tried to figure out how you were going to explain this to him. You slowly pulled your blazer off, shivering slightly from the cool air in the room. Harry noticed and grabbed one of his sweaters for you, which you slipped over your bralette. His scent overwhelmed you and your beating heart slowed slightly, the smell from his jumper calming you. You tentatively walked over to the bed and sat on the edge as Harry shuffled around the room trying to find something. Eventually, he picked up the hotel menu and grabbed the telephone. You frowned, slightly confused as to what he was doing.

"Hi there, are you still open for orders?" he asked politely and smiled when whoever was on the other end of the line said they still were.

"Ok, could I order two peppermint tea's please?" and your heart melted at that moment. Harry knew how much you loved peppermint tea and how it always helped you calm down.

"Alright, thank you," he said as he hung up and moved across the bedroom to sit on the bed against the headboard. He gestured for you to come sit between his legs, with your back resting on his chest. You did just that, knowing it would be easier to talk to him if you didn't have to look him in the eyes. As you settled against him, he looped his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You breathed out a breath you didn't realise you had been holding and relaxed against him. As Harry realised you were a lot calmer now, he tried you again.

"Ok baby, what's up," he questioned.

"It's quite a long story. I'm not sure how to tell it really," you replied, honestly wondering how you were going to explain it all. He squeezed your hand in response.

"That's ok, why don't we just go over what happened at the club first?" he suggested and you shook your head.

"I feel like you need the context. Do you mind if I just ramble for a bit?"

"Go ahead baby," he encouraged and you took a deep breath before beginning.

"It all really started when that photo came out. The one of us kissing outside the club on Halloween. When people put two and two together and realised it was me, well I received a lot more attention, especially online than I expected. And I can't say all of it has been good. It's been really negative H," you choked out, tears beginning to roll down your face and he held you tighter against him.

"Oh Y/N, I'm so so sorry. You don't deserve any of that," he apologised.

"Please don't apologise, it's not your fault," you pleaded. The main reason you hadn't told Harry about any of this was that you really didn't want him to put the blame on himself which you knew he would.

"Ok, it's ok my love," he whispered in your ear as the tears continued to fall.

"I thought it would stop after a while or at least there would be fewer comments but it's so persistent. It just hasn't stopped and I don't know how to deal with it," you sobbed. "And then at the club, I overheard these two girls talking and they were really horrible about my appearance, and I know I'm not the prettiest girl you've been with but I just couldn't help getting upset,"

"Woah Woah Y/N, don't say that," Harry exclaimed, upset at how you perceived yourself.

"Y/N you are literally the most beautiful girl I have ever met. I am constantly astounded that someone like you is with me. Everything about you is utterly gorgeous, you completely take my breath away," he professed and your heart started racing again, but for a very different reason this time.

"I wish you saw yourself the way I see you," he muttered quietly and you turned around to face him.

"I don't deserve you," you whispered and he shook his head.

"You deserve the world Y/N" he replied. "And I promise I will fix this. We can make some changes to your social media so you see less of these comments or messages, I'll put out a statement or something similar telling people to leave you alone," he offered but you shook your head.

"You don't need to make a statement, it's not worth the hassle," you sighed.

"Y/N I don't care. I would do anything to make sure you're not upset," he insisted.

"Thank you, H, but seriously, you don't have to go that far. I appreciate you just being here for me, it means everything to me," you said, pressing a kiss to his lips which he deepened before pulling away and resting his forehead on yours.

"Seriously Y/N, you are very beautiful. No matter what anyone ever says I will always think that" he expressed and your heart swelled. Every time he said things like this you could feel yourself falling more and more for him.

You didn't know how to respond, so you kissed him again, hoping your actions would show him how much he meant to you. He reached up to cup your cheeks and pull you into him more, so you were as close to him as physically possible. You pulled away from each other when you heard a knock on the door, probably your tea arriving.

"I'm with you Y/N," he whispered as he stopped you from moving to open the door. "Always."

-

The next day you returned back to LA, which despite it being December, was still weirdly very warm. As you began to settle back into your routine at home, you realised things were very different now from what they had been before you left. Even though before the tour, you would spend most of your days with Harry, for some reason it felt different now. You were now waking up beside him most days and falling asleep in his bed at night. You pretty much spent every hour of the day by each other's side and although it was nice at first, you could start to see the cracks beginning to show. You were bickering a lot more than usual and where it used to be playful it was now because you were genuinely annoyed with each other. You weren't getting any space from each other and one day it accumulated in your first massive argument, which had never happened to you before in the entire time you had known one another. And it was over a miscommunication on timings. However, it had blown out of proportion and the both of you had stormed off. While you eventually forgave each other and agreed to disagree, that's when everything began to go downhill.

You had noticed that over the course of the week, Harry had started to distance himself a little bit. However, you explained it as a busy schedule due to the rush to finish everything before the holidays and tried to ignore it. But it only began to get worse.

From that Saturday and into the next week, Harry went out every single night. When he used to bring you along, he didn't even think to mention it to you before he had already left. You would then spend the evening in his large, cold, empty house, trying to distract yourself with whatever you could think of before he would come stumbling in at 3am, unbelievably drunk. The first couple of times it happened you ignored it and when he came home you would still slip into bed with him and he would hold you tight against his chest. However the fourth time it happened, on the following Tuesday, you really had become exasperated by it all. When he had called to say he was going out, you got angry and hung up on him and he hadn't bothered to call you back. You went back to your own place that night, inviting over your best friend and she sat with you as you sobbed into her arms, wondering what you had done wrong, why he was acting this way and if it would ever go back to the way it was.

The next morning he came to your door grovelling, with a bunch of flowers and your favourite breakfast and you forgave him, thinking maybe it had been a minor blip and he had realised what he had been doing. He had stayed in that night as well and you had spent the evening doing really wholesome things with him. You allowed yourself to hope that night, that things were sorting themselves out and Harry wouldn't act that way again.

The next morning, you and Harry went to a SoulCycle class together and were hounded relentlessly by the paparazzi when you came out. You weren't looking your best at that point either, having just come out of an hour of intense exercise. You both quickly legged it to the car, Harry shielding you the best he could from the onslaught of cameras.

Later that day, however, with the photos from that morning, a celebrity gossip website came out with an article about you that was really horrible. A lot of comments about your appearance arose from it and you felt so down for the rest of the day. As you headed to Harry's in the late afternoon, all you needed was a hug and maybe a word of support from him to make you feel a bit better.

You buzzed his doorbell to let you know you were here and his voice came through the intercom.

"Hello?" he asked

"It's Y/N," you said kind of confused why he didn't know it was you. You had agreed you would be over at 5 earlier that morning

"Oh ok. The door's open, let yourself in," he replied and you pushed open the big front door to an empty living room. You could hear music playing from upstairs and guessed he was in his room. When you walked into his room, he was standing by his closet, freshly showered with a towel hanging low on his hips.

"Your timing is impeccable," he smiled as you walked in. "I need help."

"What with babe?" you asked coming over to stand with him.

"Can't decide what outfit I should wear to this event tonight," he explained and your heart dropped. He was doing it again. Worse than that, you both planned to go out for dinner tonight at a nice restaurant down by the sea.

"You're going out tonight?"

"Shit yeah sorry love, it came up about an hour ago. You don't mind if we push our dinner to tomorrow night do you?" he wondered still focused on his clothing options to see how upset you were.

"No, it's fine," you swallowed even though you knew it wasn't. "Wear the white flares," you said pointing at them and he smiled.

"Perfect," he agreed and grabbed them to pull them off while you walked across the room to settle in the armchair and pulled your arms around your knees. You had had the worse day with the article and everything

"You alright love?" he asked as he pulled on his outfit, not even looking at you.

"Uh yeah, just a bit upset about an article that came out about me today. Wasn't very nice," you replied staring at the floor.

"Oh yeah, I saw that. Sorry about that love," he said absentmindedly as he pulled out some nail varnish from a drawer and sat down to paint his nails.

Your heart shattered when you realised he didn't even care. He hadn't even spared you a second glance. You pulled your knees even closer into your chest and tried to stop the oncoming tears from falling down your face.

"Right sorry love, I really have to dash. You're welcome to stay though, there's some leftover pasta in the fridge," he said as he pulled on his shoes.

"Ok," you breathed, not actually believing what was happening.

"See you," he said and he was gone. Not even a kiss or a hug goodbye. Nothing. When you heard the front door slam you began to sob, your whole body shaking. What happened to the promises he had made before, to always be there for you and to help you through the challenges of dating him in the public eye. You couldn't believe what was happening.

You cried for hours, unable to stop the wave of emotions that had hit you. Eventually, you calmed down a bit but the intense crying had exhausted you. You walked over to his closet, pulling out a jumper and some of his boxers. Changing out of your outfit you climbed into his bed, tightly wrapping the duvet around you before drifting off into a restless slumber.

At around 2am you were awoken to the sound of your phone ringing. Groggily you reached for it and answered.

"Hello," you croaked, voice still a bit hoarse from crying.

"Hi Y/N, sorry to wake you," you heard Jeff's voice on the other side of the phone and you sat up a bit straighter wondering what was happening.

"You ok?" you asked reaching to turn the bedside lamp on.

"Yeah I'm fine but I think you need to come get Harry," he explained and you rolled your eyes. This wasn't the first time you had to come pick up a very drunk Harry but after the way he acted today you were tempted to leave him.

"Right. Where are you?" you asked as you swung your legs out of the warm bed and began hunting for some joggers. Jeff gave you the address and you hung up before jogging downstairs to find the keys to Harry's car. At this point, you were absolutely fuming, but you knew you couldn't leave him out in LA in a vulnerable state.

Eventually, after driving for about 20 minutes, you pulled up around the back of the club and spotted Jeff sitting next to a very drunk Harry on the pavement. You sighed as you got out of the car and walked over to them.

"Oh Y/N, thank you so much for coming, I just didn't feel safe sending him home in a taxi," Jeff explained as he looped his arm under Harry's to try and lift him up. You saw he was struggling and grabbed his other arm and pulled him up.

"It's ok. What happened?" you asked wondering how he'd got into such a state.

"I have no idea. One minute he was completely fine and the next he was hammered. He's been doing that a lot recently," Jeff added and your heart sunk. Harry never really drank like this unless something was bothering him and you feared it had something to do with you.

You and Jeff hauled Harry to the car and managed to get him into the back seats so he was lying across them. The whole time he was mumbling incoherently but you ignored him and slammed the car door shut.

"Genuinely thanks for this Y/N," Jeff said as he hugged you. "Also I just wanted to check you're ok, I saw the article today and that can't have been nice at all," he sympathised and you smiled at him, very grateful that someone had noticed and checked on you even if it wasn't the person you were going out with.

"That's very sweet of you to check, but I'm ok. Getting used to it more now," you responded chuckling dryly.

"If you need anything though, please know I'm always here for a chat yeah," Jeff offered and you grinned.

"Thank you so much, Jeff. That means a lot," you expressed as you opened the door for the front seat.

"That's alright. Good luck," he chuckled gesturing to the darkened windows of the back seat. You rolled your eyes before jumping into the driver's seat and setting off.

Along the way, you noticed Harry had completely passed out in the back seat and you sighed, realising it would be a challenge to get him into bed. Eventually, you pulled up at the front of the house and turned off the ignition. You turned around to see Harry still out cold and you groaned. He wasn't a light man by any means and at this point, you genuinely considered just leaving him in the car.

You hopped out and went round to the door that was next to Harry's head, pulling it open. You shook his shoulder and his eyes fluttered open. A wide smile grew on his face when he saw you.

"Y/N!!!" he exclaimed and you stared back blankly at him.

"Could you get out?" you asked bluntly and he quickly swung himself upwards, groaning when he moved too quickly.

"Think so," he mumbled and he sort of slid out/fell out of the car. You quickly stuck out your arms to stable him and he managed to stand up straight.

"Thanks," he murmured and you ignored him as you shut the car door and locked it. You helped him walk up to the house but luckily the small nap he had had in the back of the car seemed to have sobered him up slightly and you made it through the front door and into the living room where you placed him on the couch and went to lock the front door before going into the kitchen to get him some water.

As you were filling up a glass with water you felt his arms snake around your waist. Tears pricked your eyes when he began to kiss down your neck and you realised what he wanted. You turned in his arms and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him away slightly.

"Not tonight," you said firmly and he pouted.

"Boring," he mumbled as he walked away and you clenched your fists in anger.

"What did you just say to me?" you snapped and he turned around and just shrugged in response.

"Just go to bed H," you sighed turning back around, knowing there was no use in arguing with him right now. You were unbelievably angry that he thought he could treat you the way he had treated you for the last week or so, then go out and get drunk and get you to go get him and then come back and expect sex. You knew you just couldn't continue on like this for much longer but your heart broke at the idea of breaking up with him. You knew that if you did that you risked losing him entirely and even though you were furious with him right now, he had been your best friend for 5 years. You heard him stumbling up the stairs behind you and you placed the glass of water down and gripped the sink, breathing heavily.

You had no idea what to do

part 4!

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uh oh! trouble in paradise! sorry this took so long to write guys but it's quite a long part. hopefully I should be able to do the next part quicker. hope you enjoyed it :)

sloane xx

[onsunnyside]

I dont know the topic cause I just wanna read something related to HC!ransom and shy chubby omega pls

let’s continue with the easter theme !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!alpha!Ransom Drysdale x shy!chubby omega!reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | possible soft!dark Ransom instead, fluff, he’s actually quite soft here… weird 🤨, egg painting, cute date in the park, shy (not insecure)!reader

𝗪/𝗖 | 356

🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

That pink is too bright—Ransom huffs and reaches across the table for the little tube, “Fucking shit.” He curses at the splatter of green on his white wool sweater and honestly, he should have expected something to get on his clothes today. 

Who the hell paints easter eggs at the park?

You, that’s who, well actually, you’ve wanted to but never had someone to go with. And now that you have Ransom, you’ve dragged him along on this sunny day while the clouds look like cotton candy.  

“What happened?” You ask quietly from where you’re hunched over.

“Ugh, got more paint on me.”

“Oh, sorry.” You frown, digging through your bag, “Uh, I don’t have any more napkins…”

“It’s fine.” Ransom sighs, swiftly stripping off his sweater. His white tanktop clings to his body as he stretches, the ribbed material tight around his chest and accentuating his broad shoulders. “It’s hot anyway.”

You gulp, and the little green egg before you is suddenly forgotten. The miniscule bunnies and flowers are nothing but an afterthought as Ransom fixes the expensive chain hanging from his neck, his soft brown hair falls over his forehead. And he meets your eyes, the blue rivals the sky, and sucks the oxygen straight from your lungs.

He smirks. “You’re staring, are you painting me on your egg?”

 “N-No.” You nervously tug at your art smock, and avoid his piercing gaze. “I’m—it’s bunnies, I told you…”

“Mhm, I think you just like looking at me, darling.” He grins, his fingers barely touch the familiar brown sketchbook in the middle of the table, the well worn leather is covered in paint, and a few stickers. “Which reminds me, how are those portraits going?” 

Your hand shoots out and snatches the sketchbook, tucking it to your chest. “Don’t. I-It’s not, I don’t want you to see yet.” 

“Why?”

“It’s not done yet…” You murmur, staring down at your lap. “None of them are.”

Ransom hums teasingly flexing his arms as he leans over the table, his scent is more prominent than that of pollen and fresh grass, it clouds your mind. “Hm, I wonder why…” 

[ckkookie]

HMM?

TOPIC - when your mafia husband gets Jealous

Part 1

" Y/N What the fuck is this? How many times should I tell you to not touch my things huh? Can't you get this one small thing in your empty head ! "He scolded while glaring at me dangerously. I bit my lips nervously while looking down. "Now we will stand like an idiot, won't we? "He spoke in his hoarse voice while gritting his teeth. "s-sorr" I was apologizing when - " jesus christ, What a women! GET OUT! " He groaned while mumbling his first words but I heard them anyway. I was so staggered right now to move but " I. Said. Get. Out. Can. You. Understand? GET OUT ! "I flinched as he suddenly howl loudly. I quickly nod my head and run out as fast as I can. I ran out and walked towards our bedroom. I sat on one edge of the bed while poking the fluffy duvet softly. "what was SO wrong in it? I just settled his mess. Wasn't that good? I just wanted to help him. It wasn't like I was going to steal anything from his office and hand it to his enemies . Oh godd! He's really such a big drama! " I exclaimed dramatically while getting up from the bed in rage "I'm a drama now "I widen my eyes as I couldn't see him as I was back facing him but I could sense the anger from his tone. I gulped as I stood frozen I heard footsteps coming closer. I was torn more now " Am I A Drama Y/n? " He whispered in my ears from back. His hard mascular chest was colliding into my back, His hot breaths were making me feel a way. " I asked something, didn't I? " He again whispered while intentionally brushing his lips over my ear I shuddered at his dominant touch. "N-No!" I stuttered while gulping. I tried moving away from him but he pulled me back harshly while engulfing me in his one big veiny arm. I widen my puppy eyes with a frown. " But this pretty mouth of yours uttered something else moments ago. "He said while cupping my face with his bare hand and brushing his thumb on my lips. I gulped as I stared into his eyes innocently yet fearful. "it uttered something else, didn't it? " "uhmm ye-" I spoke anything as I was already lost while clenching my jaw in his dominance. "Your mouth is naughty, isn't it? " i just hummed feeling blank "words y/n! " He whispered coming more closer. His lips hovering mine. I got more nervous. "so-sorr" I apologize innocently thinking he's offended and angry but "Uggh fvck! " He groan loudly while letting go of me and backing off while pulling his hairs in frustration I frown. "Can't we utter something else than this irksome word. Arggh why do you always have to ruin our romantic moment by this one word " He spoke frustrated while I gulp and bit my lips. "so he have a problem with the word sorry " I thought to myself while smiling proudly for Finally being able to figure out the reason of his drama. " Why are you smiling like an idiot now? Am I looking like a clown to you " " YES " it slipped my mouth. I widen my eyes while he dangerously glare at me while clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth. Uh i i m mea.

mean No I was thin-thinking ab about some- " I was stuttering so badly that it became more difficult for me he started taking slow calculative steps towards me while glaring at me dangerously , I step back while he stepped forward. I was so badly intimidated by this man. He stopped on his steps abruptly " That pretty

NAUGHTY mouth will pay " He spoke in pacifying way through gritted teeth.

I gulped He was again marching towards me but his phone dinged. I sighed loudly but when looked up I realised what a wrong move. He was talking to someone on call but kept his terrifying sharp glare fixed at me I quickly looked down. " we have a party to attend tonight at my father's Be ready till 7 pm" He said while I nodded looking down but I could sense him rolling his eyes. "What was I even expecting from her " he mumbled while scoffing but I heard him. He turned around and left. I frowned "what was he expecting me to do? I nodded though like a good girl " I spoke to myself when - "good girls don't have a naughty mouth " shit -